The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 179 The Land of Magic
Cornelius Agrippa

A generation of magic pattern masters, prophets, and alchemists.

The wizard it admires can achieve the road of controlling all forces in nature by studying various arrangements of magic patterns, adding spells, etc., which is called magic and magic circle.

The great German scholar published his research work "Supernatural Philosophy" as early as 1533.

But it is a pity that at that time he had no concept of 'access' at all.

Just relying on the understanding of the magic pattern, forcibly nesting.

You must know that the magic pattern is not static. For example, when the magic pattern with the meaning of cold comes into contact with the magic pattern with voodoo, it may completely make the voodoo ineffective.

Because of the cold, it was impossible to keep the voodoo alive.

But Cornelius Agrippa still completed the research of hundreds of dharma rings with unimaginable perseverance.

It's a pity that in the last research of his life, the wrong arrangement of magic lines caused a serious magic explosion.

Mr. Cornelius Agrippa died on the spot, and most of the village where it was located was destroyed.

The Union had to shelve a large amount of his research, together with the book "Supernatural Philosophy".

So far his research has been completely interrupted.

but.

How could Melda know about this?
That's because Hermione found the copy of Paranormal Philosophy in the Restricted Section.

Hogwarts is not the Ministry of Magic, and some magic books that are banned from circulation are still reserved.

And Melda also improved the order of the magic lines on the basis of this book, and the magic ring that the original author had been thinking about finally came again in Melda's hands.

"This is the magic ring." Melda pointed to the huge magic pattern circle floating in the air.

"This"

To be honest, both Harley and Ron Ios were shocked beyond words after seeing this gorgeous magic ring.

This is beyond their comprehension.

The magic is in their little heads, and they don't know what kind of strange appearance they have been twisted into by Melda.

After dismissing the group of young wizards, Melda finally got busy with business.

Now each magic device is not perfect, he needs a magic pattern that can be transmitted wirelessly.

At this point, neither Xia Ti nor the Mr. Cornelius Agrippa who wrote "Supernatural Philosophy" can help him.

The only thing that could help him was Eden's encyclopedia.

in the chat group.

Melda: "@Eden, is the boss there?"

Melda: "@Eden, take a breath!"

Melda: "@Eden, is it suffering?"

Eden: "Your sister is suffering, do you still have time to play games?"

Melda: "Just kidding! I have a small question to ask, is there anything similar to wireless transmission and reception in the arrangement of the magic pattern?"

Eden: "Why, fusion succeeded?"

Melda: "As expected, the boss guessed it right, it was indeed a success."

Group message: Eden uploaded a magic pattern encyclopedia.

Group message: Melda to receive.

Group message: Lucky Star to claim.

Eden: "Don't look for me now, I'm busy!"

Melda: "Is the boss preparing to invade the Demon Realm?"

Eden: "Hanhan has already started, and I will explain it to you in detail after a while."

Melda: "Okay, boss, go slowly, boss is free."

Liu Xing: "Boss, go slowly!"

Melda: "@奇星, what's going on, where is the story going?"

Liu Xing: "On the way to Persia."

Melda: "Oh! The main storyline has started to be pushed, so how are you and Miss Jiuyue doing?"

Liu Xing (ω): "Generally speaking, Miss Sister always ignores me."

Melda: "Come on! Show some momentum. The resentment of Baishu!"

Liu Xing: "I will do my best."

Speaking of Baishu, Melda's heart sank suddenly.

A strange magic seems to be calling him.

As his mental power slowly invaded.

A blue planet appeared in front of his eyes.

Zooming in on the camera, clearing away the clouds and mist, a bright continent unfolds in front of you.

It was a world that worshiped magic.

Here, magic is not just a mysterious concept of energy.It is materialized matter that can be channeled, shaped, shaped and manipulated.

This planet has a famous name.

Runeterra.

And far to the east of Valoran, on a continent called Ionia.A beautiful and vigorous figure was confronting a raider.

It was an attack from siblings.

Her most important companion.

"I believed in you, Blade Dancer!" The man said with blood foaming from the corner of his mouth, choking on his sobs. "You showed us the way..."

Irelia kept her stance steady, looking down at the fraternity devotee.Kneeling in the mud, his body was pierced many times by her sharp blade.

"We can be stronger...just united..."

"We should seek peace," she said. "Blindly advocating violence will not change anything."

He wasn't a frat guy who attacked Irelia.

Maybe it won't be the last.
Irelia's blade was hovering over her shoulders, fluttering gracefully with her.Just one gesture can kill him.it will all be over.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were burning with resentment: "If you don't want to lead Ionia, then let the Brotherhood come."

Weakly, he raised his dagger and pointed it at her.There is no way this man will survive.

"I trusted you," he said again. "We all believed it."

"Ionia should prosper! You ruined it all!!!"

She sighed: "The war is over, we should cherish the years of peace, instead of blindly launching new wars."

Irelia's arms waved softly like waves.

She turned to one side, and the blade drew out a death arc, cutting across his body lightly and crisply.

As if in self-defense, it ended his pain so easily.

With a simple turn, all the blades were back at her side.The blade was stained with blood, and the man's body fell forward feebly.

"May all spirits rest in peace," said Irelia.

On the way to the cemetery, she met many of her followers.

Although they all saw her as their leader, and there were far more of them than before, she couldn't recognize a few familiar faces.

Over the past few years, every time winter passed, there were more strange faces.

The old members of the Resistance have all been replaced by new, fanatical fighters.

They came from faraway provinces and towns she had never even heard of.

Even so, she would often stop to respond to their salutes and bows, but refused anyone to help her carry the assassin's body wrapped in cloth.

(End of this chapter)