Harry Potter: I Have A Proficiency System

Five days later, Carlos continued to deepen his power to manifest the magic of the swamp during these five days of practice.

I have to say that it seems that it is because of my own system that I have to do twice the result with half the effort when practicing magic.

But again, it seems that the swamp manifests magic.

It was a magic that I created myself, which led to my proficiency in practicing this magic and I could drive faster.

In just five days, this magic assassin has reached level nine.

You must have been practicing the other three magics a few days ago, and the first half a year, and the time required is even less.

You must know that this is only five days, and only ten days have passed since creation.

Then, if you go to the next level, you will almost reach the intermediate level magic.

Once you reach the intermediate level of magic, your "103" understanding of swamp magic will be even more terrifying.

I saw a deep round land in front of me that was completely different in color from its surroundings.

Carlos smiled, then stretched out his hand and prepared to walk towards his dormitory.

Tomorrow is still Zi Luo's Defense Against the Dark Arts course, so I must have a good sleep today.

In this school, his enemies are not only from the power zone that peeked at him just now.

After all, Zilo is also his own enemy, no, Zilo is Harry's enemy.

He was just an innocent person who got involved and came in.

The next day, Inlos walked into the classroom as usual.

Harry had already arrived, and he seemed to suddenly see Carlos arriving. He quickly ran to Carlos' side and pointed at the blackboard.

"Carlos, no, something big happened. Look at the blackboard."

While listening to Harry's hurried voice, Carlos turned his head and saw the blackboard next to him.

At this moment, line after line of words are written on the blackboard, which seem to be telling the world about his greatness.

"As the God of Fire, God declares to the world that all guilty people will be punished by fire. I will speak for myself as the God of Fire to rid the world of guilty people.

Carlos seemed to be able to feel the breath of the flames that was constantly burning and boiling from the black and white writings.

God of Fire, Carlos shook his head. He never thought that in this magical world, someone would dare to pretend to be a god.

So! That’s it? Carlos scoffed and was about to return to his seat.

Suddenly he heard a scream and a roar coming from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a person's body beginning to be consumed by fire.

The flames on his body seemed to have stirred up a sea of ​​​​fire at this moment and began to devour his body.

The sounds of screams, roars and roars, the noise and panic all around.

Everything was displayed in front of Carlos like a scene from hell.

Carlos shook his head and stretched out his hand to help him.

But it was too late, the fire engulfed his body, just as the writing on the blackboard just showed, the Vulcan will punish the guilty.

What happened here quickly reached the ears of Dumbledore and other teachers.

Soon, the entire classroom was sealed off, and the body in the classroom was damaged by the light of the flames.

The body was already charred and black, and it fell to the ground bit by bit. Polido and the others saw it.

"I can indeed feel a little bit of fire magic from his body, but why?

Obviously I didn’t see the spell caster, did you see it?”

Although Dumbledores said this to all the students, his eyes only focused on Carlos.

Among these students, he still trusted Carlos and Harry.

After all, other students were likely to see the look in Harry's eyes, but Carlos was different. Carlos shook his head and said.

"No, at least I'm sure I didn't see any judicial presence around this classroom.

This means that the spell caster is not with us. "

After Carlos finished speaking, he fell silent and stayed where he was.

Yes, he means that there is no suitable one around him, which means that the wanderer does not exist around him.

But Carlos never said that his accomplice was not with him.

Dumbledore seemed to be able to hear the meaning from Carlos's words?

After nodding, he glanced at the charred corpse in front of him, shook his head, sighed softly and said...

"Forget it, bury him in the Valley of Death. Okay, let's have a good memorial ceremony, and others will go check to see if there are any outsiders in the school?"

The other teachers nodded and immediately walked away.

At this moment, Carlos slowly pulled the corner of Harry's clothes and said.

"Call Hermione and the others over here. You can go over there and discuss it."

He smiled as he watched Carlos leave, and then disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, Dumbledore was in the corner on the other side, telling all the scenes he saw.

"Be careful. Although as I just said, the caster is indeed not with us, but his accomplices are next to us."

Harry's expression changed slightly and he looked at Carlos in front of him, waiting for Carlos' answer. Hermione's face was full of fear.

"Carlos, what do you mean? Does this murderer have any accomplices?"

"Yes, that's what I meant. The scene I saw at that time was that the writing on the blackboard gradually began to smell hot, and then the flames began to burn on his body.

It's like a certain kind of information.

Indeed, I did not see any spell caster appearing next to that classmate when his body was burned by flames?

But it does not mean that 4.8 means that the caster has not done anything on him, such as trap magic. "

The only thing Carlos is sure of is that if the caster wants to cast the spell somewhere outside the school.

Then if that person's body is burned by flames, it will require strong magic power and control.

Carlos is certain of this, except for Dumbledore Zillo and the others, there are only a few people in this school.

Neither other students nor classmates or teachers have such ability.

I'm afraid I don't have such ability, but as a spell caster, the murderer can do it.

So how did he do it? It was very simple, a transfer station, relying on an accomplice as the base station of the flame.

Then it was transmitted to the words on the blackboard on the wall, and then, the person's body was burned at the same time. .