The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

Victor knew he was in nothingness.

He walked through a mottled corridor, and it was unclear whether the yellow mud that fell off was bricks or gold.The light was poor and he couldn't see clearly.

Adhering to Lin Daiyu's attitude when entering Jia's house: not daring to take a wrong step or say a wrong word, Victor walked straight to the end of the corridor.

The end of the corridor is still a corridor, but the difference is that this corridor is engraved with murals.

Victor stopped in front of a picture of an Egyptian god and raised his head high. It was too high. He felt that no matter how he looked, he could not see the highest point of the wall, so he simply gave up.Keep going.

The lines of the mural passed by him with light and shadow.

Victor tried not to think about whether they were spinning or jumping. He knew in his heart that these were just passers-by on this journey, and there was something waiting for him ahead.He just knows.

Finally he stopped in front of a large door.

"Do I have to go in?" he asked the void.

No one answered him.Victor hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open.

Can't push.

Victor bumped his shoulder hard again, but the door didn't even move at all.More stubborn than the Berlin Wall.

After standing leaning against the door for a while, Victor had some ideas.

It was difficult for him to explain why he thought this method would be successful, but he was indeed prompted by some consciousness to take out his yew wand and cast the magic "Open Alaho" spell on the door.

There was no sound.But Victor knew that with just a push, the door would open for him.He has been admitted to the other side of the door.

"Go in," he said to himself.

Coming to the other side of the door, the spring water and flowers caught Victor's eye.The combination of natural light and scenery makes people feel that there are two completely different worlds inside and outside the door.

A butterfly hovered on Victor's hair for a moment, then flew away around the stone pillar.

Victor stopped in the shadow behind the stone pillars, flanked by the open palace gardens.Now, a small daily routine is taking place in the garden.

Several people dressed in flashy clothes, which refers to wearing gold and silver jewelry all over their bodies, shining like LED light tubes in the sun, sat at a round table in the palace garden.

There was a chess player on each side of the round table holding the black and white squares. The board game they played seemed familiar to Victor, but it was not a type popular in the twentieth century and he could not name it.

It seems that the winner has been decided.He who has dark skin but wears a golden bindi wins.

He drank the victory wine in one gulp and said something to the people sitting across the round table.The spectators standing behind them chimed in from time to time.

The man who lost the game was not affected.Although Victor couldn't see his expression, he clinked his glass with the winner.

After the wine glasses collided, wine flowed out of the originally empty glass like a fountain. The winner was so impressed that he toasted to his opponent again.

Victor wanted to get closer. He stepped out of the shadows behind the stone pillar.Walk to the garden one step at a time.

In such a huge palace, there were no guards to stop him. He arrived ten steps away and stood still.Reason told him that he should not go any further.So he put his feet back in time and looked at the four people from a distance of ten steps.

He still couldn't see clearly the two sides playing chess.Perhaps it was a lighting problem, as they were all obscured by the shadow of the person standing behind the winner, and Victor could only see an outline.

The person standing behind the loser had his back facing Victor.Victor was sure that he had seen this figure deep in his memory.

But where?His mind has been confused since he came to this place, and he can't remember what he should be thinking about. But on the contrary, his intuition and instinct are a hundred times more sensitive here.

A voice in his heart said: If you want to know more, just take another step forward.But be careful.

So he took another step forward.

This step seemed to help Victor break the fourth wall.People around the round table looked sideways at Victor.

The latter's heart skipped a beat and he secretly screamed, but before he could decide whether to apply oil on his feet or come forward to introduce him, he finally saw clearly the person behind the loser who had always turned his back to him. Face.

The man's eyes were as calm as the sea, and Victor once described them as Arctic glaciers.

"Dark Devil..." Before Victor "Guide" could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. He suddenly knelt down on the lawn and felt the four chess players walking towards him.He heard footsteps coming closer and further away, and voices.

After the last string in his mind was broken, Victor fell on the lawn and lost consciousness.

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When he opened his eyes again, Victor was already lying on the bed of the tree tower.The stars were in the sky outside the window, and the rain that he and the Black Magician had experienced had stopped.

The Dark Magician is not here.

Victor could feel it, it had returned to the card.But as long as Victor calls, it can still come to Victor as if nothing happened.

On the bedside table is a card left by the Black Magician for his owner, Victor.

Victor picked it up. It was a blank slate with nothing, no images or hieroglyphs, and it completely lost the effectiveness of ancient Egyptian magic.Only a string of small-character magic words used for annotations were retained.

Victor stood up from the bed weakly, pitifully and helplessly, and came to the office on the first floor.When passing by the living room, he noticed that the three-dimensional multi-line circle was still in place.

This has become the window into Eisner's chamber.he realized.

"I should buy a globe or something like that. At least the circle around it won't be too obtrusive." Victor, who has strict requirements for home soft furnishings, thought.

When he opened the door to the office, he was so exhausted that he no longer wanted to use the magic spell.So I went directly to the semicircular bookshelf and looked for my ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics notes and many thick reference books.

It is actually not difficult to annotate the small print on the whiteboard cards, but there is one point that Victor is very concerned about.

If that anchor-like symbol represents the past tense...

The small print annotation means: "He 'was' here."

Victor closed the book with a snap, pressed his head against the bookshelf, and slid along the bookshelf to the floor with a somewhat painful expression.

In the original world of Yu-Gi-Oh, there seems to have been such a plot: the villain Bekas used the Millennium Artifact to seal the souls of the protagonist's old enemy - Kaiba and his brother Mokuba into cards.

"Is this the black magic you want to teach me...to seal people into cards..."

This whiteboard was where I was supposed to be.

The secret room is just a small opening. It is just to open up a secret space to perform black magic. This is what the black magician wants to demonstrate from the beginning.

"It's showing mercy..."

Victor smiled tiredly and put the whiteboard back into the wine bottle slot.Then, as if he was suffering from the aftermath of black magic, he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.