The Necromancer in the Wizarding World

Matthews walked out of the tranquility of the library, but his eyes were attracted by the lively scene in the square not far away.

It turned out that wizard apprentices were setting up stalls here, displaying magic props and magic materials. He curiously shuttled between the stalls and his eyes fell on a photo ball in a stall. However, looking at the high price marked by the stall owner, he could only smile bitterly and shook his head, with an indescribable helplessness in his heart.

The stall owner seemed to notice his mood swings and took the initiative to recommend the phonograph box next to him. It was an exquisite wooden box that was said to only cost five magic stones to record and play sounds, with clear sound quality and great value for money.

After hearing this, Matthews' eyes flashed with excitement, but he was quickly suppressed by reason. He knew that he had a limited number of magic stones, and each one had to be used carefully.

Seeing that he was still hesitant, the stall owner immediately lowered the price to three magic stones, and emphasized that although this was second-hand, it was almost brand new and of high quality.

Matthews struggled in his heart, he longed to own a magic prop, experience the magical mysterious power personally, and deeply understand the operating principle behind it. His fingers gently stroked the only four magic stones left in his pocket, which he originally planned to use to buy witchcraft models.

The stall owner seemed to see through his thoughts: "Young man, you can never save all the magic stones. If you want to realize your dreams, you must dare to invest. Don't be afraid to spend, as long as you can gain more knowledge and experience from it, the expenditure is worth it." His words were full of wisdom and magic.

Matthews couldn't help but fall into deep thought, realizing that he should change his way of thinking and not be limited to the bitter fate of Chinese men - saving money is all about saving. Whether in the past life or in this life, the real rich people did not accumulate wealth by saving, but earned wealth through wisdom and courage.

So he took a deep breath, made up his mind to buy the phonograph box, and bravely took the first step to explore the world of witchcraft. He believed that this investment would bring him more opportunities and possibilities.

The stall owner patiently showed Matthews how to operate the phonograph box and told him that a beautiful piece of music had been recorded in the box.

However, when he learned that this magic item actually required magic stones to drive it, his heart sank and he almost overreacted to the stall owner - strangling it to death.

Fortunately, the stall owner calmed him down in time, explaining that one magic stone was enough to keep the phonograph box running for a long time, and that no magic stones would be consumed when not in use.

Matthews continued to wander among the stalls, surrounded by a variety of magical items, each of which exuded tempting magic. His eyes flashed with desire for these magical items, but reality ruthlessly reminded him that his wallet was empty and could not satisfy his shopping desire.

"Forget it, let's go back." Matthews sighed and turned back to start his journey home. Although he only bought a second-hand phonograph box this time, he was still full of enthusiasm and expectations for the future - as long as he continued to work hard, he would always have magic props.

Matthews returned to his residence and found Charles anxiously guarding the door. Because their mental power was not enough to leave a mental imprint on each other's identity badges, they could not communicate through the imprint.

Seeing Matthews return safely, Charles' tense expression finally relaxed: "Matthews, that's great, you're finally back safely! I heard that you were taken away by the law enforcement team. It was really worrying."

Matthews smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, they are just two small shrimps!"

However, Charles was still worried: "Matthews, you have to be careful. I heard that someone is targeting you, you must not take it lightly."

Matthews' eyes suddenly became fierce, and a strong murderous intent surged in his heart. He responded calmly: "Don't worry, Charles. I will be extra careful."

Charles knew that Matthews was no ordinary person, so he said nothing more. He gently patted Matthews on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Matthews, I believe you can handle all challenges. Now, you should go and rest. I should go back too."

Matthews nodded slightly and watched Charles leave. He understood that Charles's worries were not groundless. In this world full of unknowns and dangers, he must always be vigilant, otherwise, if he is careless, he may fall into an irretrievable situation.

I won't offend anyone unless they offend me. But if someone offends me, I'm sorry, you're dead. Matthews is not a good man.

Just think about what happened to Benjamin. Although they have become friends now, before that, Benjamin was almost tortured to death by him. Because of this, Matthews knows that in this world, only the strong can survive.

Matthews could not wait to return to his residence, holding tightly in his hand his first magic prop, the phonograph box. This seemingly ordinary little box actually contained unfathomable magical mysteries, which filled him with curiosity and expectation.

He carefully observed the phonograph box, which was simple and elegant, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. He gently stroked the surface of the box, as if he could feel the traces of its age.

After opening the lid of the phonograph box, Matthews found that it was filled with complicated magic runes. These runes intertwined to form an intricate pattern, like a magic rune array. He stared at these runes, trying to peek into their mysteries.

After some research, although Matthews did not know the principle, he understood their function. They were the key to storing and releasing sounds. By activating these runes through specific magical energy, the phonograph box could play pre-recorded sounds.

Matthews followed the instructions given by the stall owner, carefully put in a magic stone, and then gently turned on the play switch. In an instant, a clear and pleasant voice came out from the phonograph box. It was a woman's singing, so melodious that it seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

He closed his eyes, quietly listened to the beautiful song, and felt the sound flowing in the air. At this moment, he seemed to be back on Earth in a dream...