Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 325 Invasion

Dumbledore developed the idea of ​​killing Murphy because of Grindelwald, but Murphy had been considering how to get rid of Dumbledore for a long time.

They sealed off the inside and outside with the Wall of St. Peter, creating a cage of death, and added a powerful shaman-level expert.

This was a setup Murphy had prepared long ago to deal with Dumbledore, a condition he negotiated only after almost marrying into Alkaid.

However, now that the opponent has Grindelwald, the two-on-one situation has become two-on-two. But Grindelwald was only recently released and is not at his peak. With the help of the shamans' strange magic, he may not be without a chance of winning.

Unfortunately, this Maxim was the last remaining great shaman of Al-Kaim—the other two had been killed by Murphy.

Meanwhile, another powerful figure of this caliber from the Soviet Union—Lady Yaga—felt that Alkaim was no longer safe without the Wall of St. Peter, and refused to leave the Empress's side under any circumstances. Otherwise, with three against two, the battle would be much easier.

Even so, this is the best opportunity at present to kill Dumbledore.

In the next instant, Murphy transformed into a demon, his body crackling with electricity and black energy rising.

They are exactly the same as how the believers controlled by the statue of the Virgin Mary see themselves.

Countless lightning crows flew out from behind him, forming seven or eight small antenna arrays in the air. He would use these to tune his magic, freeing himself from the magic blockade of the Great Shaman Maxim and increasing his own advantage.

After doing all this, he looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor, the scenery here is beautiful. Why don't you stay?"

……

And at the very moment the Wall of St. Peter unfolded on the white cliffs.

In a dilapidated confessional somewhere underground, a priest wearing a crown of thorns rises from a high-backed chair.

He pushed open the door and entered a huge underground hall.

The hall is as wide as a football field and extends far like a tunnel. In the center of the front part of the hall, a nearly five-meter-tall marble statue of the Virgin Mary is covered in dust. She lowers her eyes and spreads her hands, looking down at the entire space like a loving mother.

On the ground, countless stone coffins were neatly arranged, numbering in the hundreds.

The thorn priest knelt before the statue of the Virgin Mary, saying, "May the Spirit of love guide the lost lambs, and may the holy knights be reborn through it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a priest dressed in black robes walked over from the other end of the hall, carrying a small furnace. Thick white smoke billowed from the furnace in his hand. Behind him followed hundreds of people who swayed forward like zombies, chanting scriptures in unison.

The black-robed priest led them to the stone coffins. As they approached, the coffins trembled, and skeletal arms emerged from them. These skeletal arms pushed open the coffin lids, and then a plume of black smoke billowed out, engulfing the people who were standing there blankly and pulling them into the coffins.

The next moment, countless screams rang out in the hall, along with extremely terrifying roars and gnawing sounds.

Blood seeped from the bottom of the stone coffin, filling the hall with a pungent, fishy smell.

Before long, the sounds gradually disappeared, the stone coffin opened again, and knights dressed in black armor crawled out.

The thorn priest watched all this with excitement. "The Mass of Resurrection is complete. The great spirit, the holy knight, has returned once more to sweep away the oath-breakers for you, just as it did three hundred years ago."

After he finished speaking, he knelt down again before the statue of the Virgin Mary, saying, "Please guide them in the right direction."

The enormous statue of the Virgin Mary trembled, and then her loving and peaceful voice filled the entire hall, "Arkaim. Kill the 'Prophet'!"

……

Alkaim, the Palace of Spring.

"What are the rules after entering the mausoleum, Your Majesty?" Lady Yaga sat at the table, several old scrolls spread out in front of her.

"It must not be seen, it must not be spoken, it must not be heard," the Queen said.

"After the gate to rebirth opens, how many steps are there to the place of kneeling in worship?"

"..." Sophia's gaze fell on a crow by the window.

It was walking around proudly, seemingly without any problems.

Suddenly, the crow flapped its wings and flew to another spire.

Her gaze followed its direction to the horizon, where a feather-like cloud lingered.

She frowned, staring blankly at the cloud.

"His Majesty!"

"What?" the Queen exclaimed in surprise.

"After the gate of rebirth opens, how many steps does it take to reach the place of worship?" Mrs. Jaga repeated.

"Uh... six steps? Or eight steps?" the Queen asked uncertainly.

"Seven steps, then one step back," said Lady Jaga. "Your Majesty, you're daydreaming."

"This ancestral ceremony is your first major ceremony since your ascension to the throne. All the wizards of Alkaim will be watching you. Not a single step can go wrong," Lady Yaga said solemnly. "You'd better memorize every step... especially the steps after entering the mausoleum. That place is both the most sacred and extremely dangerous. Any mistake could trap you there forever!"

"I'm sorry, Lady Jaga." The Queen still seemed somewhat absent-minded.

Mrs. Jaga stared at her for a while, then sighed, "Alright, we'll review it later. You probably won't listen to anything until those little birds turn into lightning and disappear or become a man."

The Queen was somewhat embarrassed, but quickly said, "I've heard that his opponent is the greatest wizard in England, some even say he's more powerful than the Great Shaman. Do you know Mr. Dumbledore?"

"I know, he's no simple character, perhaps even more difficult to deal with than Alexei or Felipe. Besides, he has accomplices."

"Then...can he win?"

"It's possible," said Lady Jaga. "But even if he can't kill the other party, he can leave at any time. I just hope he doesn't lose the Holy Wall."

The Queen sighed. "If only I could communicate with spirits. But ever since I met him, my precognitive abilities seem to have stopped working."

"Prophecy and divination are essentially about exploring the mysteries of time. Failure is common; in fact, it's unusual that you've often succeeded in the past," said Lady Yaga. "Alright, can you now refocus and listen to me tell you about the festival, Your Majesty?"

"His Majesty?"

The Queen seemed not to hear her words; she stared blankly at the horizon. "Lady Jaga, is there some kind of bonfire party tonight?"

"What?" Mrs. Jaga didn't understand.

"Smoke!" The Empress looked towards the horizon, then abruptly stood up, went to the window, and looked out. "Fire! There's a fire somewhere in the city... No, that direction is... the ancestral mausoleum, the sacred forest! The sacred forest is on fire!"

Just then, a scream suddenly came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, someone nearby seemed to shout, "Who goes there?!"

The next moment, a loud and rapid bell rang out and continued incessantly.

Several explosions seemed to have occurred inside the palace, and the Queen felt the ground beneath her feet tremble.

"Invasion!" The Queen stood by the window, looking at the thick smoke in the distance, and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. "Someone has invaded Alkaid!"

(End of this chapter)