Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 229 No one can refuse me

They went around the tree and soon arrived at the center of the anomaly.

It was a huge, deep pit.

"If you want to get any closer, it would be best to summon your guardian spirit," the wizard advised.

Azir summoned a silver wolf spirit, while the boy behind him summoned a silver snow leopard.

The pit was nearly a hundred meters wide and bottomless. Its walls were covered with the same "death curse" as the trees they had seen before, and even the air was filled with some kind of terrifying decaying energy. This was why the wizards had them summon the guardian spirit.

The guardian spirit's silvery glow helped them resist the corrosive influence of the decaying forces, allowing them to approach the vicinity of the deep pit.

By this point, the power of the dissipating death curse had become unbearable, and even with the protection of their guardian spirits, they quickly felt an overwhelming weakness.

"Your Majesty, cough...we must leave here..." Azir said.

But the boy paid no heed. His eyes suddenly turned silver-white, as if they had pierced through the real world and seen the hidden past and future.

"I see... darkness," the boy said. "Lightning, disease, storms, and death..."

"Black wings, two horns on his head, and scales covering his body—Alexei called him the Horned God..."

"Crows, thousands upon thousands of crows..."

"Terrifying magic... even the ancestral giants were no match for it..."

"Black hair...black eyes...I saw his face..."

Suddenly, the boy cried out in surprise, abruptly waking up from his daze.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?!" Azir exclaimed in surprise, forgetting even to conceal the other person's identity. "Are you injured? The High Shaman often said that you shouldn't communicate with spirits too often, as it will drain your life force..."

"I saw it," the boy said. "I saw his face."

"What? Is it scary?"

"No," the boy shook his head, "it's very beautiful."

"..."

"I also gleaned a bit of his thoughts..." The boy seemed somewhat confused. "Azir, what is an antenna? And what's happening in Muggle society?"

……

Beside the train, another wizard said, "Shaman Azir, we checked, this is the Muggle president's train. Our two wizards, Vitaly Piegud and Ninil Belinsky, were responsible for protecting him. But they've both disappeared."

"Vitali..." Azir frowned. He was a fellow student from his time studying at the ancestral tomb, and he was very powerful.

It turns out he was on this train.

"How about the Muggle president?"

"He's alright. Some of the Muggle soldiers on the vehicle are dead, and some are injured. They're all unconscious now, as if they've been cursed."

"This can't be a coincidence," Azir said. "There must be a conspiracy. Did these Muggles see anything?"

"We interrogated several of them, and most of them were somewhat disoriented. Some said that many crows were attacking them, and others said that werewolves were attacking them," the wizard said. "There were many signs of battle around the train, so what they said should be true, but they seem to have had a lot of their memories erased, and what they said was fragmented."

"What about that Muggle president? Has he been interrogated?"

"He..." the wizard hesitated, unsure how to begin. "He seems to know nothing, but he says he has received divine revelation. He saw God."

……

"They went in."

Dozens of kilometers away on the outskirts of Bryansk, the werewolf mercenary Radvan watched Chobagov's special train enter the city and then looked away.

"Everything's fine here."

After saying that, he looked at Murphy and asked doubtfully, "What do you plan to do about Qin Yeli? Let him go? But how can we guarantee he'll listen to us?"

"This has blown up too much. The Ministry of Magic in the Soviet Union can't possibly be unaware of it. The train is too badly damaged to be repaired, and the dead soldiers can't be resurrected. The scene can only be left as it is. The Soviet wizards will definitely investigate the train. If we use a double or some other method, they'll likely find out, and then we might be exposed by following the clues," Murphy said.

"As for how to get him to obey... he's an Orthodox Christian. Although he wasn't devout at all in the past, he's a fanatic now."

"He would believe that he had received divine revelation and that maintaining the unity of the Soviet Union was a sacred mission given to him by God."

"He will use every means to achieve this goal."

"Of course, he will continue to receive guidance from 'God' to help him complete his mission."

Radwan had some idea of ​​Murphy's methods, but this also raised another question: "Then why didn't we do this to him and Chobagov from the beginning?"

"Because...they're both idiots." Murphy sighed.

While the Seed of the Soul can change a person's beliefs and thoughts, it cannot improve their intelligence and logic. It is unlikely to turn a weak coward into an iron-fisted tyrant, nor can it turn someone who only knows how to fight for power but doesn't know how to govern into a mature leader.

That's why Murphy wanted to replace him directly.

But at this moment, with no other choice, Qin Yeli had no choice but to stay.

Fortunately, he does understand power struggles, so at least at this stage, he's good enough to be used as a killing tool.

As for the future...

To be despised by thousands and ultimately die a martyr—isn't that the perfect end for a saint?

He must feel that his wish has been fulfilled.

How wonderful!

However, since the president specifically listed such a major incident, unless the Soviet wizard is a fool, he will surely guess that the incident was aimed at the president.

While the Seed of the Mind may be hidden, it's hard to guarantee that the wizards of the Kingdom of Su don't have some wicked methods to discover it, and even if they don't, it's difficult to predict how they will respond.

I just hope that most of the wizards in the Soviet Union are like Alexei, who doesn't care about the lives of Muggle people.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the changes in Muggle society will most likely attract the attention of the wizards of the Kingdom of Su, and it will be difficult to happen in secret as planned.

I'll probably have to deal with the wizarding world in this country quite often in the future.

Sigh, why is it that every time I want to do something, so many people pop up to get in my way?

……

"Azir, what do you think?" The boy asked the young shaman beside him as he walked out of the Muggle president's tent.

"It's like he's been cursed or controlled by someone..."

"That's what I thought too," the boy said, "but I didn't find any trace of magic. Did you find anything?"

Azir shook his head. "No. But if the person who cast this curse on the Muggle president was able to kill the Great Shaman, I doubt anyone in Alkaim would find any trace of it."

"So, it was made by foreigners."

The boy pondered for a moment, then raised his pale face, gazing at the clouds on the horizon, and suddenly said, "Erase the Muggles' memories, and treat what happened here as a simple accident. Also, don't tell Ivan about anything related to the Muggle president."

Azir looked at him suspiciously. "Your Majesty, the man who killed the High Shaman may be planning something terrible to Muggle society. Are you going to cover for him?"

The boy didn't answer, but suddenly asked, "Azir, who do you think would win, me or Ivan?"

"What...you..."

"Don't act like you're hearing this for the first time," the boy said bluntly. "Ivan is my uncle. He ruled for me when I was young and did a great job. I'm grateful for his contributions. But I'm fifteen now, and I have the right to take back what's rightfully mine."

"Of course."

“But I won’t win,” the boy said. “Even if the High Shaman hadn’t died and supported me, it would be the same. Ivan is clever and knows how to win people’s hearts. In ten years, almost all the great nobles of Arkaim have become entangled with him. They won’t stand on my side.”

"So, you want to use external forces." Azir understood. "But that's too dangerous. You've already seen the other side's power—so evil..."

"But it's very strong, isn't it?"

Azir was speechless for a moment.

To be able to turn this forest into this state... even a great shaman might not be able to do it. He would believe that the other party was a real demon.

"But it's still too risky. I know you want to get rid of Duke Ivan, but he's a man who can kill a high shaman and curse a Muggle president without restraint. He acts without any scruples, and cooperating with such a person is tantamount to serving yourself at the dinner table... Are you really willing to risk Alkaim being swallowed up by someone else?"

"So what if he wants to take Al-Kaim? He's a man."

As the young emperor spoke, he dispelled the illusion, and his long, silver hair cascaded down. His—or rather, her—face softened considerably, transforming from incomparably handsome to breathtakingly beautiful.

"And I am a woman. A very beautiful woman."

The Magic Queen of the Holy City of Alkaim declared with absolute confidence, "No one can refuse me."

You don't want to see Russians? Fine. How about the White-haired Empress?

(End of this chapter)