Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 162 The Silent Land

After the thunder.

The somewhat cramped hall suddenly felt spacious.

The scattered tables and chairs were empty, with only two corpses staring wide-eyed at the scorch marks on their chests.

As for the other three?

The moment Li Wei made his move to kill, they immediately grasped the situation and used Apparition to escape—Li Wei really admired their ability to assess the situation.

"Two died, and three escaped?"

Li Weiqing reviewed the battle situation and shook his head.

The killing efficiency of the Palm Lightning was still a bit low—it would be better if it could quickly strike five people at the same time with one cast. This reminded him that he might as well create a spell similar to Chain Lightning.

Well, let's talk about it after this matter is resolved.
Considering the curse on his body, Li Wei had a vague premonition—this matter might not end so easily.

Moreover, he came here to attend an award ceremony for no reason, only to be sabotaged and brazenly invited to this place, with someone even trying to ambush him—Li Wei's temper wasn't so good that he could pretend nothing had happened in the face of such a situation.

He straightened up from the chair, and blue arcs of electricity danced in Li Wei's hands, instantly splitting into two waves that surged toward the two corpses.

"hiss----"

As the lightning rolled over, strange phenomena began to appear on the two corpses.

Continuous black smoke rose from the two of them, accompanied by purple smoke and the silent roar of a black skull. Then came the sound of crystal shattering, and poisonous insects crawled out only to be swept away by lightning.

"They are truly two utterly toxic people."

Li Wei tapped the ground with his wand, using sonic magic to confirm that no one was hiding nearby—the servant outside the door seemed to have received the message and had disappeared somewhere.

After using Occlumency to protect himself, Li Wei squatted on the table, looking down at the corpses that had been lifted up by Levitation. He lightly tapped the tip of his wand on the temple of one of the corpses.

"Legilimency."

The air vibrated invisibly.

What intruded into Livy's consciousness was a fragmented and distorted scene.

A figure shrouded in a hood gave a hoarse command:

"We must obtain this technology, at all costs."

In several rapidly changing banquet scenes, a group of ornately dressed wizards raised their wine glasses, their expressions obscured by blurry shadows. Li Wei heard words like "Mudblood," "Squid," and "pure bloodline."

In the final clear shot, Li Wei sees a figure wearing a golden mask, behind whom stand a dozen or so indifferent-looking children.
Snapped!
With the sound of shattering glass, Li Wei's process of retrieving memories came to an abrupt end.

He frowned, ignoring the series of images, focusing entirely on the expressions of the children in the last scene. Even when viewed through the lens of someone else's memory, something seemed very off.

A vague feeling emanating from my memory, mixed with disgust, fear, and greed?

It's strange, how come these purebloods only have a few kinds of emotions?
Li Wei cleared his mind of distractions, quickly erased some irrelevant memories, and turned around, pointing the tip of his wand at another corpse in the same manner.

The information obtained was largely the same.

It's probably because these people have taken certain measures to protect their memories.

Li Wei squatted in place, lost in thought.

Then, he looked in a certain direction and slowly stood up.

"Zi-"

Blue arcs of electricity gathered on his body surface, penetrating deep within, boldly and precisely activating every necessary cell. Accompanied by the sounds of scales growing and covering his jaws, the muscle lines exposed beneath his light blue shirt gradually turned a ferocious crimson. "Snap!"

With the sound of firecrackers exploding, the red figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the empty room, only two corpses remained, still bleeding profusely.

Blood, stained the chair seat red by gravity, overflowed the edges and slowly spread down the chair legs, its destination unknown.

"Snapped!"

At the top of the pyramid, ten thousand meters away, in front of a 'non-existent' pavilion, three embarrassing explosions echoed in succession.

Three figures stumbled out and struggled to stand on the pyramid.

The high-frequency phantom teleportation brought intense discomfort. Their faces were devoid of their former arrogance, completely drained of color, and their eyes were filled only with the terror and trembling of surviving a catastrophe.

"what--!"

A figure with his robe torn in half revealed gray hair—blood was gushing from one of his arms, and the lightning scorch marks on it could not be completely removed by any magic.

He practically lunged forward, using both his hands and feet, even though there was nothing in front of him except for the empty tip of the pyramid.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they would probably exclaim in surprise that he was about to fall straight down.

But his hands clearly stopped at an invisible barrier.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

His hands patted the barrier, making a faint sound.

"My lord—we have failed—a legend! He was actually a legendary wizard!"

Terrified cries echoed hundreds of meters in the air.

In the transparent air before him, tangible ripples suddenly trembled, gradually revealing the true form in the void—a black obsidian door, secretly protected by the Crimson Loyalty Curse, silently slid open a crack.

The three, terrified, rushed inside as fast as they could.

As they rushed through the crack in the door, the heavy obsidian door closed silently and rapidly behind them, threatening to completely shut out all light and sound from the outside world.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky!
Behind them, which the three were too preoccupied to notice, the sound of a firecracker exploding, which had been drowned out by thunder, finally rang out. As the crimson figure cast an illusion spell, he flashed into the crevice.

Beyond the obsidian door lay not the magnificent hall as expected, but a breathtakingly vast open space beyond imagination.

This place felt like a hollowed-out mountain belly, with no sky overhead, only an endless, churning dark green haze. A huge castle stood behind the mountain, looking like a forbidden chamber.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and mold, accompanied by the aroma of some kind of herb.

The entire space was eerily silent, with only the heavy breathing of the three people who had just entered through the stone gate echoing through it.

Upon entering this place, their unease was replaced by another intense unease. They exchanged glances and slowly moved forward, filled with fear.

In the center of the vast mountainous region stood a pitch-black throne, shaped like an upright coffin, with a yellow cross carved on it.

A man clad in a black robe and wearing a mask with flowing gold patterns on his face stood on the throne, his hand supporting his chin as he coldly gazed at the three.

What's even more terrifying are the figures of children moving silently around him in the open space that resembles a graveyard.

(End of this chapter)