Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Hermione left the common room, and when she left she rudely took away a whole can of energy potions from Les.

Obviously, the little girl wants to develop her field well.

Rice naturally had no objection, he also wanted to see the complete library field.

After Hermione left, Astoria couldn't wait to come over. She had a lot to say to Les.

"What is this phantom Granger mentioned?"

Rice blinked. “I think it’s an image left by someone who entered her realm.”

"But she just said that your phantom was greeting her!"

"Hmm." Les hung his head and fell into deep thought: The intelligence Hermione brought back this time was really amazing. It seemed that as the number of times he entered the field increased, the mark he left in the field was also "evolving".

Last time, the phantom could only repeat its own actions, but this time it could greet Hermione. If I go in twice more, will the image be able to talk to Hermione? Even if I go in more times, will the phantom copied by the domain be able to cast magic?

I wonder what the upper limit of the strength of the phantom that Hermione's domain can replicate is? If he can fully reproduce his combat power, it would be too incredible.

He even imagined the scene where Hermione would summon the shadows of the four of them at once.

If it could really reach that level, then the potential of Hermione's domain could be said to be infinite, but it only existed in theory. Rice didn't think Hermione's domain could support the full efforts of the four of them.

There is another very crucial point. Is the phantom a copy of himself, or Hermione's impression of himself - in other words, the embodiment of Hermione's memory?

Rice felt that this remained to be seen. The gap between these two points was quite large. Since Hermione had never seen him use his full strength, the strength of the phantom he created was definitely very different.

After sorting out his thoughts, Les shared his ideas with Astoria.

"Obviously, the phantoms in Hermione's domain are growing. As we enter more and more times, the phantoms' ability to act independently is also increasing. Later on, I think the phantoms of others made up of Hermione's memories should be able to move freely in her domain and even use magic. It's a domain with considerable growth potential."

As Astoria was surprised when she heard Rice's introduction. She opened her mouth slightly and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Granger's domain sounds so strong!

"Has my shadow also been included?" This question suddenly occurred to her.

"Of course, every time we use our domain with Granger, it will strengthen her domain and make our illusion in her domain more complete."

After hearing what Les said, Astoria even didn't want to use Hermione's domain anymore, but Les hadn't finished speaking.

"The benefits of being able to use her domain are obvious. We can get a few extra hours every day out of thin air. Maybe it's not out of thin air, but it's exciting enough." In Rice's view, using Hermione's domain is a win-win situation.

They were given extra time and Hermione strengthened her areas.

Why not?

"Then..." Astoria hesitated.

"Next time Granger comes, we'll enter the realm with her." Rice looked at the hesitant girl and said this as a prank.

"You can still secretly roll in Granger's territory without telling your sister, right?"

Astoria was immediately moved.

I am currently far behind my sister, so through Granger's field, can I narrow the gap between me and my sister? Or even... overtake her!

Now she was determined to use her domain with Hermione.

At the same time, she couldn't help but look forward to what her own field would look like.

The desire for the domain rose in her heart once again.

In the following days, every time Hermione's energy was almost restored, she would find Les and pull him into the realm.

In order to facilitate communication between him and the girl, Rice also gave her a crystal ball so that Hermione could find him in time.

With each repetition, the phantom of Les in Hermione's realm became more and more vivid.

Now the Phantom can not only greet Hermione when he sees her, but can even have simple communication and exchanges with her.

Like answering questions or something.

As time goes by, NEWT and OWLs exams are approaching.

Professors like Helga are also busy - her student Cedric will also have to take exams as a fifth-year student this year, so she can be said to have a stake in the matter.

"Salazar, how is your plan going? Are you preparing for the final exam?"

One Friday evening, Helga met Rice, who had been increasingly elusive, in the auditorium and took him back to her office.

As soon as the office door was closed, Helga couldn't wait to ask Les about his preparations for the final exam.

Seeing Helga say this in advance, Rice's face froze: This is just like when the end of the semester is approaching and his team members who haven't shown up for half a semester start asking about the progress of his project.

Even though he didn't write a single word, you didn't do anything either!

In response to Helga's questioning, Rice simply said that he would definitely prepare, but he was busy recently and had been delayed. He would naturally go out when the time came.

Helga looked suspicious: Salazar, are you serious? You are not just trying to fool me, are you? The school year is almost over!

Eh? Could this guy be secretly arranging trials for his students and giving them special treatment?

But on second thought, Helga felt that Salazar was not that kind of person. He was probably just a little busy. After this matter was exposed, how could he still stay in front of her and Rowena? I'm afraid he would be laughed at for more than ten years!

"I really don't know what you, as a student, have to do." Helga complained in a low voice.

"How dare you say that?!" Rice jumped up like a snake that was stepped on. "Do you want me to give you a list of the parts for the puppet I made for you recently?"

Helga chuckled and closed her mouth.

Salazar is quite talented in making puppet parts. He can make parts quickly and well, and he can do the work of three people. In addition, the children have to review for exams recently, so Helga has added more responsibilities to Salazar.

Seeing that Helga had given in, Rice didn't ask any further questions and instead asked about her preparations.

"I'm ready." Helga took out her wand and pointed it at the closet behind her. The door popped open and a puppet stood quietly inside.

The puppet has been covered in a coat of chain mail.

"A top-of-the-line automatic combat doll, plus Godric's armor. Even if the so-called Voldemort comes, I have the confidence that I can kill him with just this one doll." Helga proudly introduced to Les the automatic combat doll she had prepared specifically for the final trial.

Compared to the version sold to the public, the service mode of this doll has been removed, and the extra space is used to carry the combat module.

In Helga's opinion, such a puppet, coupled with the Godric armor, is enough to defeat all the professors in Hogwarts except her and Dumbledore.

There is a hole at the neck of the doll, which is the space reserved by Helga to store the "good things" that Les will bring later.

Such a powerful puppet seemed helpless against their students because it had no domain.

What Rice had to do was to make up for this shortcoming and add a little murderous intent to it. And all these raw materials would naturally have to be sponsored by the Secret Society.

"It's better to do it today than to wait for another day. I'll go today." Rice felt that if he put it off until the end, he would have to do it himself, so it would be better to get it done early and let Helga arrange the follow-up operations.

"Okay." Helga called Salazar over today for this very reason. Seeing that he finally agreed, she was overjoyed.

She had already discussed with Salazar that the Secret Order must have the ability to detect the exposed remains of the gods. All they had to do was to sit back and wait, and directly open the seal that buried the remains of the gods to lure the monks of the Secret Order.

The monks who were fished out were the props they used to strengthen the puppets.

"What about time?"

"After the final exams, I'll ask Henry to ask Dumbledore to go away - it's a good time to talk to him about the Multi-Power Tournament."

This trial might cause quite a stir, so Dumbledore had to be sent away. If Dumbledore suddenly appeared and killed the trial puppet in one second while Daphne and the others were fighting, it would be a bad scene.

Helga nodded.

"I'll trouble you to arrange these things."

Rice stopped talking and walked out of the office.

This time he did not return to the lounge, but left the school and headed north, finally arriving in Finland before midnight.

"It's been so long, it's really hard to find." Night had already fallen, and the countryside of Finland was pitch black. Les had to go through a lot of trouble to find a small hill where the remains of the gods were buried.

A spell streaked across the night sky, and the hill began to tremble. The earth and rocks collapsed, and finally a stone slab was revealed.

There were four animals carved on the stone slab: a lion, a snake, a crow and a badger. Rice reached out and poked the snake relief on it, and the snake relief began to move, twisting its body and disappearing into the soil.

With the disappearance of the snake sculpture, the reliefs of the other three animals also disappeared.

With a casual knock, the stone slab turned into a pile of debris, revealing a deep hole. A strong smell of blood rushed out of it and rushed into the sky.

As the cave entrance opened, a rustling sound came from deep inside the cave. Ten seconds later, a bunch of blood-red bugs crawled out of the cave entrance.

These insects were originally present in the cave. They were corroded by the blood of the divine corpse and mutated. Each one was dozens of times larger than an ordinary insect and was blood red all over.

Les ignored the insects' plans because they had actually died long ago, and the only thing supporting their actions was the resentment emanating from the divine corpses.

Driven by resentment, the insects will stay away from this cave as much as possible, but when the resentment dissipates, they will also disappear into ashes.

What we really need to focus on is the big guy that will come out next.

As the insects gradually disappeared, a strange friction sound was heard in the cave.

Without waiting for it to show up, Rice blasted several attack magic spells into the cave, and the cave suddenly became quiet.

"Can't you just lie down in the mud and rot..." Les clicked his tongue, feeling a little dissatisfied.

The remains of the false gods that were killed back then still had resentment that had not dissipated after thousands of years. Even though their divinity had mostly dissipated and their bodies had decayed, they still moved as soon as the seal was opened, trying to get out of the seal and seek revenge on their enemies of the past.

Unfortunately, even if he did nothing, these remains would collapse on their own when the sun rose tomorrow morning - unless they were replenished with fresh flesh and blood.

After doing all this, Les found a stone to sit on, cast a few concealment spells on himself, and waited quietly for the arrival of the secret order monks.

Rice didn't have to wait long.

As a hint of paleness appeared in the sky, accompanied by three loud bangs, three people in hooded robes appeared on the hill.

The three of them walked in a hurry and didn't notice Les who was sitting aside and hiding his figure.

"It should be right here."

"Be careful, the divine remains inside may not have completely lost their activity yet."

"Really? There are already enough divine remains in the organization. Why do we have to come here to recycle divine remains? This is simply working for the Finnish Ministry of Magic..."

The three of them complained as they slowly approached the cave entrance.

The closer they got to the cave entrance, the more solemn the expressions on the three people's faces became. The Secret Society had collected many divine remains, and the various unexpected situations could almost fill a book, so they could not afford to be careless.

"It's exciting and makes my blood boil..."

"Yes, I also feel my heart beating fast. This is my first time to collect the divine corpse."

"?!"

The leader of the trio's face changed drastically, and a layer of sand instantly appeared on the surface of his body, but it was too late.

"Do you people in the secret society like to act in groups of three so much?" Les' voice sounded behind him.

The leader immediately rushed into the cave. As he had the Sand Domain, he instinctively wanted to run to a place with a thick layer of soil.

His choice was correct. The sand and soil did save his life and suppressed the restless blood in his body, but his two companions were not so lucky.

The two of them froze in place, and large and small bumps began to appear on their skin, just like boiling water.

Wave, wave!

With two loud explosions, two balls of red liquid came out of their bodies. The two secret order monks who had not awakened their domains were directly turned into mummified corpses.

Blood is also a liquid.

"It turns out to be a strong man in the domain... I warn you, if you leave like this, I can pretend nothing happened, and the things here will belong to you. But if you insist on doing it, you will get into trouble with an organization you shouldn't mess with!" The monk of the secret order deep in the cave already knew the situation in the outside world. After seeing Les's actions, he immediately realized that the one who was targeting him was a strong man with a divine domain.

He didn't want to have a conflict with this kind of person - he had a bright future ahead of him, so he didn't want to fight with anyone.

However, what he didn't know was that in Rice's opinion, the mentally retarded had no right to bargain in front of the strong.

Rice tilted his head, looked around the deep cave, and said, "Okay, leave the divine remains on you and report to me, and you can leave now."

Monk: ...

The God's bones are left behind?! This is to let him die!

Facing the reality, he decided to give it a try, but at this moment, a raging stream of water poured back into the cave, hitting him with overwhelming force, and instantly knocked him unconscious.

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