Master Druid Fish at Hogwarts

As a world-famous foggy city, the sky in London is always gray most of the time, especially at night, when even the lighting range of street lights appears extremely limited.

In this dim environment, several stray cats were rummaging through trash cans in a remote alley for tonight's food.

Sudden.

Bursts of dull red light shone in the sky above this unknown alley, disturbing the cats who were looking for food.

The kittens were frightened and immediately ran away, hiding in places they thought were safe.

After the dull red light in the sky flickered for a few times, the space in which it was located became twisted like a ball of crumpled paper. Along with the sound of tearing cloth, a bloody figure emerged from the room. was squeezed out of the void.

"Cough cough cough... I finally escaped..."

The figure staggered two steps, stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall before barely standing still, and then looked around.

The surrounding buildings were very unfamiliar, but they made him feel vaguely familiar.

"Where did I run to?"

Camelot looked at the familiar and unfamiliar buildings around him with confusion, his eyes a little confused.

The style of these buildings neither looks like the Termitn Magic Federation where they live, nor does it look like other human countries, let alone the architectural styles of elves, dwarves or other races.

It's a bit like the modern architectural style before I traveled through time...

correct!This is the architectural style before time travel!

Camelot's mouth opened slightly, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

This is the wrong time, you bastard!

If he had been able to return to his original world before he was injured, it would have been a dream, but now that he was seriously injured and the magic power in his body was almost dry, he couldn't use magic to heal himself!

"Damn it...why are you throwing me back into this world without magic at this time!"

Camelot slowly slid to the ground and leaned against the wall, feeling a little desperate.

……

Camelot was a time-traveler, and the reason for time-traveling was very common. He was seriously ill, could not be cured, and died on the operating table.

So when he opened his eyes again and found that he was reborn as a baby in a world of swords and magic, he was extremely lucky.

Not only can he live another life, but he can also come into contact with magic that once only existed in fantasy. No matter how you think about it, you have earned it.

The place where Camelot was born is called the Principality of Lanster, which is a part of the Termitron Magical Federation.

The Termitn Magic Federation is a joint force composed of several small countries. The leader of each country is not a king, but a magician who has won the title of Grand Magister. These magicians who lead the small countries are composed of The Magic Council is the real governing body of the Temitern Magic Federation.

Under this social system, children of the Termitron Magic Federation are accustomed to receiving magic education from an early age, even if Camelot is just a civilian child born in the countryside.

Although there is no system that exists in many novels, and there is no special physique as a golden finger, but with the adult thinking and the knowledge reserve of different systems mastered on the earth, Camelot still became a hero at a very young age. A famous magic prodigy.

Having made a name for himself, Camelot was quickly recruited into the National Magic School of the Principality of Lancaster and became a promising magic apprentice.

And Camelot also seized the opportunity, crazily absorbing magic knowledge in school, and obtained the rating of a three-marked magician at a young age.

In the Termitun Magic Federation, magicians are divided into seven levels. Except for the magic apprentices at the beginning and the magisters who are no longer rated at the end, magicians are divided into one to five lines from low to high.

Three-marked magicians can already obtain a large fiefdom and a noble title in the Termitun Magic Federation.

But after reaching the three-marked magician, Camelot seems to have reached a limit, because he neither has any system nor is he a descendant of an outstanding bloodline. As a civilian mage, being able to achieve the three-marked magician is enough for him. He became a civilian icon.

However, Camelot was not willing to give in. Whether it was the inexplicable self-esteem as a time traveler or the pursuit of magic that he had become obsessed with, Camelot still did not relax after obtaining the title of noble and the territory.

Apart from occasionally completing tasks assigned by the Federation and obtaining research funds and materials, Camelot has been studying magic in its own territory.

With his unremitting efforts, Camelot finally advanced to the fifth level bit by bit, and therefore joined the Magic Council of the Termitron Magic Federation...

Although at this time, he was already over 200 years old.

The power of magic allows Camelot to live longer than ordinary people. Even if he is over 200 years old, he still looks like a middle-aged man, but his lifespan is indeed approaching the limit.

Camelot, who was already dying in the wind, was not afraid of death, but he still couldn't let go of the mystery of magic. He wanted to go one step further and see the scenery after becoming a magister.

However, becoming a magister is no longer something that can be achieved through hard work. It requires more talent. And the magic talent of Camelot, who was born as a commoner, is actually not very good. He can become a five-marked magician. , has shocked everyone's attention. It is almost impossible to become a magician.

What's more, Camelot only has a few years left to live.

During the more than 200 years since he became a magician, Camelot has tried various methods to improve his talent. Although there were some effects, it was not enough for him to enter the realm of a magister in just a few years.

Unwilling to be reconciled, he dived into major libraries, rummaged through all kinds of secrets that he didn't know were true or false, and finally found a certain elven treasure that had been verified by many parties and could be confirmed to actually exist and be helpful to him. records.

The information pieced together from many secrets is not detailed or accurate. It has removed some information that seems to be made up and cannot be confirmed due to conflicts with each other. All Camelot can confirm is that there are some members of the elves among the elves. A treasure made from crystallized fragments of the World Tree, which has the function of greatly increasing magical affinity.

But what exactly this treasure looks like, what its name is, and how it is used cannot be confirmed from the pieced together information. I only know that it emits a gentle white light, giving people a feeling that they can't help but want to get close. .

Camelot, who had only a short time left, regarded this unknown elf treasure as his last life-saving straw. He sold all his properties and purchased a set of expensive magic equipment, as well as a large number of high-end invisibility rings, space... Teleportation scrolls, defensive charms and other magic props.

After that, he found a way to join the visiting group of the Termitun Magic Federation, followed them into the royal capital of the elves, and found an opportunity to sneak into the elves' treasure house.

However, when Camelot entered the elf treasure house, he was also discovered by the anti-theft magic inside.

The elven guards arrived quickly, and Camelot frantically threw out various magic props to block the elven guards while searching for the mysterious treasure in the treasure house.

Finally, when he was almost unable to hold on anymore, he found a completely transparent irregular crystal stone, which exuded a gentle white light that made people want to get close.

Camelot, who was already seriously injured, no longer hesitated, grabbed the stone, and forcibly activated all of his space props in the elves' forbidden magic realm, and tore open a stone in the elves' treasure house. opening, and then he dived in.

However, what people didn't expect was that his space teleportation actually teleported him back to the earth.

……

"Meow……"

The sound of a cat meowing from deep in the alley made Camelot, who had already started walking around, suddenly come back to reality.

"Damn! I almost died like this!"

Having come to this point, of course Camelot would not give up just like that. He quickly mobilized the remaining magic power in his body and unleashed a healing technique on himself that was inferior to even a magic apprentice.

Although this healing technique stretched his hips, it allowed the dying Camelot to regain some energy. He began to try to absorb the magic power in the air. Unexpectedly, he actually sensed the existence of magic power.

It's just that compared to the other world he traveled through, the flow of magic in this world is relatively slow, and the quality is also inferior. His current situation simply cannot support him to absorb enough magic to release enough to save him from danger. treatment.

"Looks like I can only take a gamble..."

Camelot tremblingly took out the elf treasure that he had spent all his wealth and his life in exchange for from his robe, mobilized the small amount of magic power he had just absorbed, and injected it into it.

With the injection of magic power, the interior of the crystal that had lost its light once again glowed with white light. Although it was extremely weak, it gave Camelot a warm feeling like a mother's embrace, causing him to die due to excessive blood loss. The cold body gradually became much more comfortable.

Camelot, who had already given it a try, frantically absorbed the magic power around him, and then poured it all into the crystal in his hand.

With the slow infusion of magic power, Camelot also received feedback from the crystal itself.

There are some discrepancies between the situation of this treasure and the content recorded in the data. It is indeed made from crystal fragments of the World Tree, and it does have the function of greatly increasing magic affinity. It can even increase lifespan, enhance physical fitness, enlighten wisdom, etc. Series gain effects.

However, most of these are for natural magic. Although other magics have been improved, they are not much better than the methods he has used before.

In other words, even if Camelot successfully fuses the heart of nature, he cannot become a mage, because the highest level of natural magic has its own title - Archdruid.

"...That's all, it's just a change of system. It would be good if I can get my life back."

Camelot, who had no choice, could only comfort herself like this. Fortunately, the spells of the Druid series were different from those of normal magicians. Although they also had a series of conventional spells, they were more based on individual spells. The affinity for various animals and plants in nature has awakened different spells, so there is no need for Camelot to worry about how to learn druid spells.

As Camelot continues to inject magic, the white light on the Heart of Nature becomes brighter and brighter, and as the halo gradually expands, the crystal gradually loses its entity and turns into a white light group. Floating on the palm of Camelot.

At this time, Camelot was already running out of gas. Although the light ball in his hand became brighter and brighter, he felt that his vision was getting darker and darker, and his body was getting heavier. However, he was desperate and could only Staring at the ball of white light on his right hand, according to the feedback from the heart of nature, he must wait until the ball of light shrinks into a round bead of light before he can swallow it.

Just when Camelot felt that he could no longer hold on, the light ball in his hand suddenly swelled, and then quickly contracted inward, quickly forming a round bead emitting gentle white light.

"Hahaha... If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later!"

Camelot was overjoyed to be saved from a desperate situation. She used her last bit of strength to hold the bead in her hand and bring it to her mouth.

At this moment, a small gray shadow came out of nowhere, flashed past the eyes of Camelot whose vision was blurred, and took away the white-light bead in his hand.

"Meow~"

Before Camelot lost consciousness, what she heard was a meowing sounding like a milky cat.