HP Shavings Wizard

Within the winding coastline outlined on the small map, there appeared an irregular gray depression surrounded by a white circle, and the deep area was densely packed with red dots representing the enemy.

It would be a waste to make so many corpses into fire-sensitive fragile zombies. It would be better to let her summon powerful skeleton undead.

Alison's eyes lit up, and she tried hard to suppress the joy in her heart that felt like she had won the lottery jackpot.

In the modern society with convenient information exchange, it is no longer possible to massacre an entire village to create corpses like Voldemort did. This makes her ability as a necromancer who needs corpses to resurrect undead skeletons particularly limited.

As expected of a senior, he leaves good things for his junior.

Alison cast a levitation spell on herself. Although she was still on the ground, she felt lighter and even the sea breeze made her unstable.

She jumped off the cliff nimbly, stepped on the black pebbles below, looked at the rock wall carefully, quickly found the passage, and increased the power of the levitation spell to fly over.

It was low tide, otherwise the flooded cave entrance would not be visible. It was quite cool in the middle of summer, but the surrounding area was sticky and muddy, which was very dirty. Alison avoided it in disgust.

She walked slowly down the steps at the end of the passage into the cave, concentrating on examining the traces of magic that sparkled in her eyes.

Then the little wizard raised her eyebrows, looking at the rock wall that led to the real mechanism, which in her eyes had strong traces of magic that could not be hidden, and she suppressed the urge to burn it with fierce fire.

Alison took out several bottles of goblin blood that she had saved from her system backpack and smashed them onto the hidden blood-sucking trap door in the original work.

A goblin is less than a foot tall and skinny. It is hard to imagine how many sacrifices this flowing, fresh blood came from.

Some traces of magic at the doorway glowed slightly, apparently the part that absorbed the magical blood.

The annoying senior's mechanism is only worthy of drinking goblin blood.

Alison waited for the rock blocking the door to disappear completely, then destroyed the traces of magic that caused the blood-sucking reaction.

Inside was a large black lake. The green center of the lake was the only source of light, while the surrounding area was filled with thick darkness.

She subconsciously wanted to use her father's special weapon, the fire shield, to protect herself and illuminate the surroundings, but she suppressed the urge. After all, she couldn't let the flames hurt the little cuties in the lake.

Alison roughly pulled a goblin out of the suitcase and used the Imperius Curse to control it to fish for the Inferi that served as a safety precaution.

"The soul is out of body!"

The goblin walked to the lake with a dull expression, touched the water, was grabbed tightly by a pale human hand that emerged from the lake, and then was fished out by Alison using the Flying Curse.

"Goblins are flying!"

Alison held down the weak and helpless Inferi and stabbed the Inferi with the heaviest traces of dark magic in the back of the head with the dagger she had used before.

This action was as skillful and cold as if one had killed ten years of fish, causing the originally lively corpse to suddenly become limp and motionless, completely disconnected.

Perhaps according to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the Inferi's fear of fire and warmth could be used to dispel the controlling dark magic, but dark wizards are good at fighting violence with violence.

Alison happily repeated the act of fishing and killing fish and was very patient because after all, she was not the one who got hurt.

Under the dim green light, Alison, who was doing bad things secretly, looked quite scary.

Without the elders around, her expression was mostly one of cold and expressionless concentration, like an exquisite statue in a wax museum, without a trace of life.

The pretty little girl sat in the pile of soft corpses that gradually piled up, staring at the pale corpses with crazy and focused eyes...

It's time to make a horror movie.

Would she dare to be seen by her father like this? No. Even when facing her father, she had to consider the psychological endurance of the old devil. After all, he was just a dark wizard who wanted to rule the world, not a pervert.

After the Horcrux attracted the brave Regulus, the large number of Inferi attracted the greedy Necromancer.

Voldemort scored twice and his home was stolen.

After leisurely fishing off hundreds of stupid natives, Alison put away the corpse in the soaked wizard robe separately, and then piled the remaining villagers and tramps into a pocket with a traceless extension spell.

She stretched, happily holding the suitcase in one hand and the wrinkled and dull goblin in the other, and got on the broken boat that led to the center of the lake.

Broken ship...

The wreck was silent.

After all, it was enchanted so that only one adult wizard could ride on it at a time. And an underage kid like Alison was not considered a human in Voldemort's eyes. Without anyone on board, the broken ship would naturally not move.

Alison's face darkened, ancient magic surging.

As if it sensed the magic power that was as strong as that of an adult wizard, the old ship, which only bullied the weak and feared the strong, began to move reluctantly.

There was a soft rustle of the bow cutting through the water, and the lively sound of Alison paddling in the fully automated boat, which cut deep ripples in the glassy surface of the lake, like grooves in a black mirror.

It's spooky and has a nice atmosphere.

Alison commented in her mind with interest.

It would be even more interesting if a little devil bat jumped in and killed you at this time, and it might even scare some little ghosts to tears.

After sailing for a while, the boat gently hit the rocky island in the center.

In the middle of this slate-like island, the source of green light is the emerald green liquid in a stone basin larger than a human head.

The magic on the stone basin makes it impossible to touch this ominous liquid with your hands, so you can only find a container for the magical intelligent creatures to drink it. If you pour it out, the liquid will return to the stone basin.

It's a pity that the Horcrux inside is gone, otherwise Alison really wanted to try the unethical thing of pouring basilisk venom into it to make soul sauce, and then simmer it over high heat, making a pot of soul soup for the wealthy senior who had a pile of corpses.

Drinking soup is such a beautiful thing.

Alison sighed regretfully, grabbed the goblin, and began to feed the sacrificial goblin the poison inside.

The ideas of real dark wizards are indeed all simple, crude and efficient.

The goblins packed in the suitcase kicked and struggled in pain one after another, and saw in the hallucination the most painful and regretful thing in their lives: they were caught by the terrifying little demon because of curiosity when they poked their heads out of the cave.

They made indistinct, shrill cries.

The innocent little wizard had no idea what kind of regretful goblin life experiences these low-IQ creatures had, and only thought that the goblins were suffering from weakness, heartburn and thirst.

She blinked her eyes cutely and curiously.

In fact, if there wasn't only one bowl, the curious person would want to drink some herself to try and see what would make her regret the most and suffer the most. As far as she knew, she didn't have such a thing.

Unfortunately, Alison didn't want to drink the same potion as the goblin, so she gave up the idea. Whether she was eating the goblin's saliva or the goblin was eating her, this indirect kiss was quite disgusting and dirty.