Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Muriel took the sharp knife handed over by a witch, gently twisted it with three fingers, and tapped the hanging children one by one with the tip of the knife, as if counting the number of people.

After confirming that there were more than one child among the 12, Muriel held the sharp knife in her hand. Amidst the suppressed cries of the children, she walked towards Eric who was hanging in the center and said slowly: "You know what! 100 years ago, a powerful witch once left a curse on this land."

The witch stretched out her withered left hand and explored Eric's chest. Her sharp fingertips gently scratched his clothes, as if a hot iron rod had cut through the ice and snow, melting a crack in his clothes, revealing His white chest.

Looking at the skin on the left side of Eric's thin chest, which was constantly swelling with the beating of his heart, she had a look of intoxication on her face: "When the blood moon comes to the sky, the witches only need to drink the blood from the white witch. The potion brewed by the heart will no longer be afraid of human harm. No matter it is fire or the sacred power of the church, it will no longer cause the slightest harm to us."

After a pause, Muriel continued to speak: "Originally, I was just going to take away the heart of a white witch in the town to solve the matter. But the humans in the town were so stupid, they actually Burning a high-level white witch alive in the flames completely destroyed that precious heart."

"Just when I thought this thing was going to fail, Satan actually rewarded you in front of me."

Muriel's eyes flashed with excitement: "A child who knows magic and doesn't have any evil aura in his body, I dare to believe that your heart will be more strange than any white witch."

Hearing this, Eric finally understood the witches' plan, and couldn't help but stare at her with an expression that looked like she was mentally retarded, and taunted her: "Maybe those were just the cruel words your senior said before he died. Is there really a fool who believed it in a century? Tsk, I think so, a witch who can be burned to death is really not that high."

In the history of magic textbook at Hogwarts, the previous wizards left countless wizards who were caught and burned by Muggles, but no wizard has ever been burned to death by Muggle fire. They usually use a kind of freezing method. The mantra reduces the temperature of the flame, allowing you to enjoy the numbing sensation of the flame licking you.

Listen, this is what a true wizard does.

Instead of screaming and being burned to death, leaving behind an empty curse.

But Muriel, who was ridiculed, had no intention of blaming him. She also looked at Eric with a look of fool: "Poor kid, you don't understand our wizarding world, but it's not your fault. After all, you are also like They are just like ordinary people, but you have gained a power that you shouldn't have."

As she spoke, she raised the sharp knife and prepared to stab Eric in the heart.

At this moment, the system finally popped up the world mission.

"World Quest: Purge

Because of the struggle of faith, countless witches have abandoned their mutual protection with humans and forgotten the glory of magic.They sold their souls to the devil, secretly colluded with the devil, and spread sin and slaughter to the world, just to fall into the embrace of hell.

As a wizard with noble blood, how can you tolerate such scum remaining in the world.

How to complete the mission: Kill 30 fallen witches in one month.

Mission completion reward: Origin of Life x1

Punishment for mission failure: the soul is permanently imprisoned in this world. "

"When you release a mission at this time, you are really a pig teammate!"

The enemy's knife was almost inserted into his heart, and this stupid system actually used tasks to interfere with his vision. Eric couldn't help but cursed loudly.Holding the chain with both hands, he twisted his body violently to avoid the text that covered the system's light screen. He caught the witch's movements from the corner of his eyes and kicked her away with a whip.

"Avada... Bah, the Alajo hole is open!"

After kicking the unprepared Muriel away, Eric held the chains that bound him with both hands, used the unlocking spell, and easily broke away from the chain blockade, landing safely on the ground.

He had just lost the sonic crossbow in the forest. Eric, who had broken free from the blockade at this moment, looked at the ferocious monsters called witches in the cave. He looked around and couldn't find a suitable weapon, so he could only copy it. Lifting up the iron chain that had fallen on the ground, he whipped it towards the two witches who were rushing towards him. He accurately hit the head of the witch on the left, directly blowing out her eyeballs and splashing water. A cloud of blood arose.

The witch who was hit let out a miserable howl and fell to the ground while covering her bleeding head.

The other witch looked at the tragic situation of her defeated companion and hurriedly took a few steps back. She dodged the iron chain that popped up again like a poisonous snake in Eric's hand. She roared in a deep voice, pointed at him with her wand and let out a red sound. Shockwave.

"Armor for protection~"

With the spell in his mouth, Eric stretched out his left hand and pushed against the shock wave. The barrier of the iron armor spell appeared in the cave, accelerating the red shock wave and rebounding it back.

When had this witch ever seen such magic? Her first reaction when she saw the rebounded magic was not to dodge, but to stare blankly at Eric, who was still waving the chain with his right hand.The next moment, she was severely knocked away by the shock wave she sent out, and hit the wall behind her. Her head hit a sharp stone and turned into a mosaic.

When the other witches saw this scene, they roared one after another, waving their weapons and trying to rush forward. However, they were afraid that the boy in front of them would use some weird magic again, so they could only hesitate and surround him three or four meters away.

The two sides were in a stalemate like this for about ten seconds. The cyan witch who captured him finally couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed away the timid and obstructive fellows and opened her arms to Eric.

Her eyes glowed green again, and the long hair on the back of her head turned into countless vines again, extending and thickening in the cave. Even the green plants used as clothes on her body turned into various kinds of vines. Various vine tentacles stretched out towards Eric.

Throwing away the chain in his hand, Eric looked at the spreading vines, closed his eyes and ignored her glaucoma, with a smile on his lips: "The same tricks are ineffective against Saints, don't you know? ?”

'Use Item Card: Darkin Scythe'

Eric gave a quick command in his heart, and the next moment, a blood-red sickle with an impressive shape appeared in his hand.

The moment he held the scythe, two torrents of iron sheets split from the scythe and spread along Eric's arm to his shoulder, completely wrapping his arm.

Just like last time, familiar whispers and the desire to destroy flooded into his mind, constantly washing over his soul.

The difference was that this time there was no trace of power flowing into his body. Instead, the little magic power he had just stored was completely drained away by the giant scythe.

"Destroy, kill, wave me, and wipe out all these disgusting things~"

A low voice sounded in Eric's ears. His bloodthirsty desire rose even more intensely than before, and a blood-red mist slowly filled the vision in front of him.

But Eric had no time to question these strange things. He looked at the approaching vine tentacles. He held the end of the sickle and drew a semicircle in the cave with enough force to cut off all the approaching vines. Then he turned around and swung out again. Two streaks of blood-red sword energy cut off the iron chains hanging the children, and waved his hands at them, signaling them to hide in the corner.

After doing all this, Eric turned around and looked at the witches surrounding him, just as he was about to rush forward and kill them with the powerful weapon in his hand.Suddenly he felt another will appear in his body, competing with him for control of his body. This made him stagger as he took a step forward. The dark scythe in his hand, which was not heavy in the first place, It suddenly became extremely heavy at this moment.

The scythe fell, and its tip stuck into the ground, like a knife piercing tofu. Half of the blade sank. Eric bent down, holding the blood-red scythe and panting continuously.

"The rage is in the palm of your hand, let go~"

The whisper sounded in his ears again, inducing his hand to loosen his grip on the scythe.

"Damn it, is this the power of dark descendants to confuse people?"

Eric felt as if he had stepped into a big hole. Unexpectedly, the Darkin Scythe turned out to be a double-edged sword. The soul of Raast inside wanted to take over his body before he transformed.

"Host, do you want to enable transformation? Since you are soul-transforming this time, the system will specially compensate you for a 5-minute transformation trial version. Since there are only fragments of Raast's soul left in the scythe, this transformation will be by default. For the Darkin warrior—Raast."

At this moment, the system captured his inner activities and jumped out again like he was playing tricks.

"No~use~"

Eric suppressed the inexplicable rage in his heart, gritted his teeth and spoke out the words of rejection, and held the heavy sickle in his hand.

As his will rose, the blurred vision in front of him became clear, and he sneered and said: "Rayast, you are just a tool I use. Now, give me... some peace and quiet. !”

The sickle was pulled out of the ground little by little. Eric gritted his teeth and used both hands to lift the sickle up again.

A depressing feeling suddenly appeared in the cave. Everyone's breathing stagnated and they stopped their movements.

The children hiding in the corner of the prison covered their chests with fear on their faces. One of the little girls even burst into tears and threw herself into the arms of the older girl next to her.

After the oppressive feeling lasted for about 20 seconds, Eric finally lifted the scythe above his head. He bent over, gasping for breath, and slammed the end of the long handle to the ground with force.

With a muffled bang, a violent force rushed in all directions like a bomb exploding.