Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 224 Whack-a-Mole

Shaman?

When Murphy saw the drum in the old man's hand and his attire, he already had a similar guess in his mind.

The wizarding world and the Muggle world are not completely isolated. Although wizards, who possess extraordinary powers, try their best to hide themselves, over time, Muggles will always discover traces of their existence, thus passing down many legends about them.

The widespread existence of shamanic culture in Eastern Europe was also due to the influence of genuine shamans.

"My name is Alexei Ramanov, and I have been practicing deep in this forest for several years." Suddenly, the old shaman spoke, using Soviet language, but it was very ancient and obscure. Even though Murphy had already learned Soviet language, he still had great difficulty understanding it.

"Ancient spiritual veins gather here. On this land, undisturbed for thousands of years, all things and ancient spirits intertwine. I listen to their conversations and fall asleep to their songs..."

"We live and rest together. I have come to know every piece of land, every stream, every tree, every bird and beast here..."

"And you are destroying everything here."

"Stranger from another tribe, I ask you to leave."

Just leaving?

Murphy was somewhat surprised.

"Great Shaman! He's a foreign wizard! He's planning to assassinate the president of a Muggle country!" the Soviet wizard hurriedly warned.

Alexei glanced at him. "Who are you?"

"My name is Vitaly Piregude, a member of the Emperor's personal guard. I studied under you for a time in the ancestral tombs," the Su Kingdom shaman hurriedly said. "Great Shaman, the Emperor has ordered me to protect the President; we cannot let him leave!"

"Please capture him."

But the old man remained unmoved. "Mundane affairs are none of our concern. He's not trying to kill any of our people, so let him be. Even if we don't interfere, his country will handle it."

Murphy was somewhat surprised; this was an extreme conservative who didn't care about the fate of Muggle society at all.

"Thank you for your understanding, Great Shaman." Murphy was also very polite. "However, I have a small request. Could you erase this wizard's memory? If you could do me that, any request is negotiable."

However, Alexei's gaze suddenly sharpened, and a terrifying expression appeared on his wrinkled face: "Stranger, don't you understand me? I said, please leave!"

Murphy frowned. Some of those wizarding conservatives were just selfish individuals who not only didn't care about Muggle society, but also didn't care about the lives of their fellow citizens.

But clearly, the great shaman in front of us was not that kind of person.

He didn't even give them a chance to make demands, which suggests that he sees no room for negotiation when it comes to protecting his fellow countrymen.

However, erasing the memories of the opposing Soviet wizard is essential.

It seems that we can't reach an agreement on this.

Murphy sighed. "In that case, you may stay as well."

After saying that, he suddenly transformed into a bolt of lightning again and appeared behind Alexei. He reached out and summoned a greatsword from his storage ring, gripped it in his hand, and slashed out with the sword.

Murphy's powerful physique and terrifying mobility, which allows him to move with lightning speed, make him more efficient at using physical attacks in combat than spells. Against most wizards, Murphy is certain that few can withstand three moves from his offensive style.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the old man didn't make any move, but behind him, a stone pillar rose from the ground, blocking Murphy's slash.

Alexei turned around. "Foolish!"

He slammed his cane down on the ground, sending Murphy flying. Then he turned around and struck the drum with his cane. No sound was made, but Murphy's expression hardened, and he flashed away like lightning.

"Clang, clang, clang..." After several crisp sounds of wood, seven or eight wounds, each half a foot deep, appeared on the trees behind Murphy's original position, as if they had been cut by a sharp blade.

Murphy was taken aback. "Wind Blade?"

It appeared to be an extremely sharp shockwave, with a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

This thing is just as deadly as the Divine Sword Without Shadow, and what's more, this old man is casting the spell silently.

"Leave, or die here!" Alexei warned finally.

Murphy's response was simple: "Space Anchor!"

This is a spell that prevents Apparition, Portkey, and other spatial teleportation techniques. Murphy only recently found it in the Forbidden Area of ​​Hogwarts. It can prevent spatial teleportation within a certain area, thus preventing enemies from escaping.

Murphy has his own way of moving with lightning speed, so he's not worried about being trapped, but this prevents the two Soviet wizards on the other side from disengaging from the battle at any time.

With their differing stances, communication was impossible. Once this spell was cast, Murphy had already decided to unleash a massacre.

Sensing the slight hesitation of the surrounding spirits, Alexei understood Murphy's determination. He stopped trying to persuade him, raised his staff high, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose. Suddenly, a bolt of heavenly fire descended from the sky and struck Murphy, who immediately reappeared and launched an attack from Alexei's side.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three consecutive sword strikes from different angles were blocked by the rock pillar itself. Murphy's greatsword was twisted into a pretzel and he threw it aside, but his attack was not over. With a wave of his hand, dozens of grenades appeared in front of him. "Vadiswashi!"

The grenades' pins were pulled, and they flew towards the old shaman, turning into grenades one after another.

Alexei hadn't seen those small metal balls much before, but he instinctively sensed danger. He paused again with his staff, and a stone wall emerged from the ground, protecting him and Vitaly behind it.

"Boom! Boom!..."

A series of explosions filled Alexei's location with smoke and dust.

But Murphy had long suffered from the pain of being harmless despite the smoke, and he simply didn't believe that this could kill the old shaman. With a wave of his wand, he cleared away the smoke and dust, and saw that the stone wall was broken, but sure enough, the two of them were nowhere to be seen behind it.

Under the bombardment, they had no other way to escape but to descend!

Vitaly had previously demonstrated his ability to use earth magic; he was the old shaman's student, so there was no reason why the old shaman wouldn't know it.

They're like gophers.

However, he wasn't entirely without a solution.

Murphy flew into the sky again, waved his hand, and took out a man-portable anti-tank rocket launcher from his ring.

While loading the ammunition, I looked down and saw two earthen ramming lines appearing; they had separated!

Tsk!

Murphy had no choice but to aim at one of them and pull the trigger.

The rocket landed in front of the earthen mound, leaving a trail of white smoke.

But just before the rocket landed, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground and leaped to the side, so the explosion did not achieve the desired effect.

Alexei!

Murphy was a little puzzled. Did the old shaman have the ability to foresee the next few seconds?

But he didn't get discouraged. A flash of light landed, and he had another machine gun in his hand. He aimed at the old shaman and started firing wildly.

Alexei erected another stone wall, but was immediately overwhelmed and unable to raise his head.

There's no way around it; compared to a wizard's spells or magic, the frequency of firearms attacks is simply too high.

But the old shaman didn't just sit and wait to die. He chanted a strange incantation and suddenly struck the leather drum. Instantly, dozens of thick roots sprouted from the ground and coiled around Murphy. Murphy dropped his machine gun and flashed to the old shaman's side, shouting, "Avadakendawa!"

The old shaman was startled; he knew the spell. He quickly struck the stone wall with his staff, and the stone wall rose up in time, blocking the deadly spell.

However, just as the old shaman breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly caught a glimpse of light in his eyes.

"Oh no! Vitaly!"

A long sword suddenly descended from the sky and plunged into the front of another earthen mound dozens of meters away.

With a muffled "plop".

The earthen ditch stopped.

(End of this chapter)