Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

Chapter 211 Portrait

"be opposed to?"

Professor Leslie turned to Sifer, looking straight at him with her piercing eyes.

"No, I'm not in favor of the plan."

Facing Professor Leslie's questioning gaze, Xifa was not at all timid, and he repeated with his usual expression.

Professor Leslie understood that it wasn't that Xifa was being arrogant, but that he really knew something.

"Then what do you think? Xifa?"

With his back turned to Professor Leslie, Tom gave Sifa a sarcastic smile.

Xifa turned a blind eye to it, and explained to Professor Leslie with a calm expression.

"The reason why ghosts exist in the wizarding world is because they have a strong obsession and reluctance to this wonderful world."

"Under normal circumstances, they really don't have much of an impact on the environment."

For example, as long as it is a solid, the ghost will not change the shape of the object when it passes through it under any circumstances.However, when the ghost passes through the fire, its own special material will react wonderfully with the fire, producing a temporary blue light and shadow.

"The main difference between undead and ghosts is that they stay actively and stay passively."

"And Tom."

Only then did Sifer smile and turn his gaze to Tom, who was blushing from being ignored.

"I guess you just said that Jack is a necromancer just because he has no shadow and no soul fluctuations?"

"What, am I right?"

"Of course not, you just passed these two points."

Cifer sighed and shook his head, as if you were nothing more than that.

"Professor Leslie, you have also discovered that only a small amount of magic can hit Jack, but it has no effect."

Professor Leslie nodded. She had indeed encountered this phenomenon, and she also knew that those types of magic were spells that touched ghosts.

That was why she agreed with Tom's conclusion.

"From the effect of magic, it is indeed the existence of undead. However, Jack can be touched!"

"impossible!"

Tom's expression changed drastically, and negative words burst out.

Professor Leslie also frowned.

Charle and Miranda nodded to Alice, who also looked shocked.

Only Cassandra looked innocent and didn't know what to do.At present, her knowledge has not touched this common sense.Just her own blood witchcraft basically took up all her study energy.

The first to act was Tom.

He called the flower pot outside the window sill and threw it at Jack.

Snapped--

The flower pot was blocked by Jack and fell to the ground and shattered.

Seeing this, Tom stayed where he was.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Tom, you're looking at this."

Xifa unhurriedly bent down to pick up a piece of broken pottery that fell at his feet.

Throw it at Jack...

Without incident, the fragment passed through Jack and hit the wall.

"What's going on here? Magic?"

After all, Professor Leslie is an experienced old professor, and she understood the difference in the blink of an eye.

Tom threw the flower pot by magic, while Sifa threw the fragments by hand.

"Yes! But spells are all magic, some work and some don't. If it is a real thing, as long as it is contaminated with magic power, it will be blocked."

"Well, as far as I know, there has never been an undead in this state in the magic world."

Needless to say, Professor Leslie withdrew his plan to let Tom check the spellcasting status of each little wizard.

Tom, he wanted to show his face in front of all the little wizards, and check if there were any servants worthy of following him.

It was impossible for Xifa to see what he was thinking, he just wanted to embarrass himself.

Otherwise, why didn't he tell the professor what he found when he first asked the question?

Tom overlooked that he had indeed been wrong in his judgment, and that there was no such thing in Slaterling's notes.

The necromancer said that he saw it in an old miscellaneous book in the library!

"In the end, we still don't know anything. You guys leave first, I will block this place immediately."

Seeing that everyone was silent, Professor Leslie made a suggestion.

"Good professor."

Everyone also had nothing to say, so they had to answer obediently.

......

"Have you no idea at all?"

In the corridor aisle.

Cifer came last with Elise and Cassandra.

Elise held Cifer's arm, and Cifer tilted his head, whispering to Elise with a little confusion.

"No, my thoughts are all yours."

Alice opened her lips lightly, and an almost indiscernible voice entered Sifa's ears.

Tsk, facing a spell I have never seen before, it is directly in my shape.

Some helpless...

He was completely unaware of the slight smile on the corner of Alice's mouth.

Recently, Xifa has been obsessed with training and teaching, and has neglected them for a long time. This time, she will make some small tricks, and Xifa will take time to care about herself.

Of course, the fact is the same, I really don't know what kind of magic this is, the most important thing is.

There are no traces of magic and the structure of the magic pattern, and there is no way to analyze it by yourself!

"Cassandra, what are you thinking?"

Passing the corner and going down the stairs, the stairs in the outer courtyard are different from the stairs in the inner courtyard.

Cassandra, who was dreaming, stepped on the ground without paying attention.

Luckily she was holding on to Cifer's other arm, and Cifer was strong enough to lift her off the ground.

Startled, Cassandra came back to herself.

He heard Xifa looking at him dotingly again.

She first smiled sweetly, then whispered.

"At the corner of the stairs just now, there was a portrait on the wall. I really want to turn that Malfoy who has conflicts with us into the picture!"

Oh?

Xifa was so distracted that he almost forgot, and slapped Abraxas, forgetting about him.

When you go back, ask them what happened to them.

After going down this flight of stairs, you came to the corner.

Xifa accidentally turned his body sideways, looking up at the top of his head.

Most of the portrait that Cassandra said appeared in Xifa's eyes.

I saw the black forest with black gunpowder smoke in the painting.

In the middle is a muddy trail.

On the trail, there was a wizard in a black cloak with his back to everyone.

On his hand was a ragged man.

The man drew a deep scar on the ground and dug his hand into the soil, trying to prevent himself from being dragged away.

The other hand is raised above the head, as if calling for help.

The face was painted a bit unclear, and I don't know how desperate his expression is.

Although the contents of the painting were strange, Xifa was not surprised.

In the main castle, there are also portraits of slugs.

But don't underestimate it, just put eyes on it—conceptual eyes.

This painting has the ability to monitor the movement of the outside world.

What's more, the portraits of Hogwarts can be visited freely!