The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

"What kind of black magic is this?" Victor raised his head, and the circling owl fell into his eyes, like a stargazer admiring the trajectory of the stars.

The Black Magician stood behind him. Under the starry sky of ancient Egypt thousands of years ago, he also stared at this back like this.too long.

Victor frowned and used his wand in his right hand to subconsciously record the flight conditions he observed in the air.

The wand drew red and gold marks, and a cycle ended. Victor looked at what ghost symbols he had drawn, and was surprised to find that they connected into several three-dimensional interlaced circles.

"Some circuits." Victor judged. He moved closer to see the direction of the magic mark. "It's space magic." He concluded.

It is very similar to the space magic spread in Britain.He tried similar magic when he opened a secret passage in the tree tower fireplace, including when teaching students Chapter 1 Information Science.

But just...

It's not the same as the black magic I imagined.Victor scratched his head.

Shouldn't black magic be the kind that can cause blood to burn, pierce the heart with curses, and release a bunch of poisonous snakes and will-o'-the-wisps?

Is it that I am too stereotyped, or is the ancient Egyptian black magic itself so innocent and harmless?

Victor thought about the three-dimensional ring carefully.If the interlacing of these two loops represents space distortion...

"What's with the extra thread?" He knocked on the third person who was sticky and tangled in someone else's ring.

"...".

Victor covered his face, almost laughing at the silence.

"Okay. It seems that I should move this trajectory chart back to the tree tower first, and then do some research?"

The Dark Magician did the job in Victor's place.

He stopped the magic of the scepter, and the owls that were flying in a regular manner suddenly became chaotic, and a series of massacres occurred in the air.After returning to the branch on the roof of the shed, he still looked like he was "who am I, where am I, what was I doing just now?"

Later, the three-dimensional picture Victor drew casually in the air was pulled by the black magic wand and brought all the way back to the tree tower.

After returning to the tree tower, Victor quickly lit the fireplace, turned the raincoat that the Black Magic had put on with transfiguration back into the purple armor, complained in his mind about the ancient Egyptian costumes in disgust, and then motioned to the Black Magic , that’s it for today.

"..."

The Dark Magician ignored him.

Victor pressed the mark on the back of his right hand as hard as a button.It didn't work. The Black Magician is not Ultraman, and this mark is not a summoning device.

"Well... do we have any more work to do?" Victor speculated.

The Black Magician placed the three-dimensional twisted ring he had just dragged over in front of Victor's eyes.

The latter waved his hands repeatedly and said that he understood, but he had to take a rest first, and he didn’t know where to start with this ghost-drawing talisman. You are a speechless man...

The Black Magician used what Victor described as a conch shell on the top of the scepter to tap the "extra line" in the circle.

Victor didn't even think about the beginning of his last words. He sank down from the wicker chair with a whimper and disappeared into the living room.

The black magician carefully cast a "keep it away from anyone else" spell on the circle, and then followed Victor and disappeared from the house.

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Victor rubbed his tailbone, which was caught off guard, and took out his wand and cast Lumos.

The surroundings suddenly became as bright as day.Victor let his eyes adjust, and then he saw the Dark Magician standing a few steps away from him.

Do all servants in ancient Egypt have this personality?Victor felt that he needed to correct some details in "The Evolution of Slaves in Egypt".

"What kind of place is this? Is it a magical space? If you can answer..." Victor suddenly fell silent.Because he found something very familiar in the magic space.

He walked over, kicked it, and rubbed the dust. Well, it was the familiar red brick and charcoal dust.This is the base of the fireplace in his tree tower.

"So this is..." He looked around, "You opened a secret room right under my tree tower?"

"...".

"Thank you for your answer." Victor gave up on himself.

He took the glowing wand and checked every corner of the newly built secret room.

Perhaps because he had experience in enslaving the Egyptian people to build pyramids in his previous life, the layout of the secret rooms created by the Black Magician was very sophisticated, unlike the secret passage on the fourth floor of Hogwarts that Victor applied for repairs, which was oblique and easy to break.

"It's much bigger than my tree tower." Victor muttered.

The Dark Magician came to the base of the fireplace and pointed at it. The bricks of the fireplace seemed to have vitality and began to grow downwards.

After a while, several more logs fell from the sky.The new underground fireplace is completed.Direct connection to above ground fireplace.

"Can this flame in the underground warm all the way to the upper floor? If it can, I will pick up some fire from Phoenix Fox and burn it forever underground. I will no longer have to be careful about being burned while walking through the secret passage of the fireplace above the ground. "

Victor Plan.

In the not-too-distant future, Victor will apply for the Fox Nirvana Scholarship from President Dumbledore with the achievement of publishing five papers in the first area in a single year and tutoring five different students to publish as first or second authors in five top journals. The remaining fire.And use it as a ground fire in the secret room.A layer of floor heating was installed on the tree tower.

Victor looked at the Black Magician's actions thoughtfully.

Then he followed suit and extended the wicker chair in the living room above.Try to let the vines break through the ground and make a hanging chair or hammock.

"...".This is Victor's silence.

The Dark Magician took Victor aside, who was trying to transform the dark magic space with pure ordinary magic, and used his scepter to complete the master's idea of ​​a tree-vine hanging chair.

Victor touched his nose, sat on the hanging chair and swayed naturally, and said to the black magician: "So, this is the content of the previous black magic? Create a secret room?"

More than enough convenience, not enough evil.If Britain's dark magic was this way, Voldemort would win the Nobel Peace Prize.

Unexpectedly, the Dark Magician shook his head.He motioned for Victor to follow him.

The two stood in front of the fireplace. The Dark Magician took a step back and knelt down on one knee just like when they first met. The difference was that this time his head was lowered, as if to apologize.

Victor had a bad feeling.

It won't happen again.

Fortunately, after the black magician took Victor's hand, he only made a small cut on the superficial flesh.Victor's hands instantly turned red.

Then he followed the Black Magician's instructions and put his bleeding hand against the fireplace.

The fire in the fireplace instantly burned like hell.

In the raging fire, Victor saw an amber thing moving in the flames.

He stepped forward, and the flames jumped like a devil. In the gap between the flames, he caught a glimpse of a pair of yellow vertical pupils.