Spellcasting Gods

The poor girl convulsed involuntarily a few times, then collapsed to the ground with a thud and fell unconscious.

"Frost!"

"Wind Impact!"

"Rebound air wall!"

……

In just a few seconds, Malfoy knocked all the students who had mocked him to the ground, stepped over their bodies to stand in front of Hermione, glared at her with his dark eyes, and pinched the girl's chin, saying, "You lowly Mudblood! Tell Potter for me that he better never show his face in front of me again, or I'll make him taste the bitterness of defeat, pain, and despair."

After saying that, Draco turned around and went back into the corridor. Before the prefects could realize what had happened, he quickly disappeared without a trace.

He had barely left when Hermione, still shaken, burst into tears.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

As an ordinary girl, she had never experienced anything like what she had just witnessed. Her whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably as she realized that Malfoy, who had once been like a clown, had now become an extremely terrifying person.

Putting everything else aside, just the fact that he managed to take down a whole room full of Gryffindor upperclassmen is something that most junior wizards couldn't do.

For a moment, she didn't even know what to do next: should she report to the professor and the prefect, or should she keep it a secret and find her two other good friends first?

He didn't even notice the silver, glowing line that silently burrowed down his chin and into the space between his eyebrows.

These things created by psychic abilities can act like antennas, receiving signals transmitted from very far away.

Once activated by the spellcaster, it is difficult for even an adult wizard to resist, let alone a group of children who know nothing.

Clearly, Zhang Cheng wanted to use this method to study the soul fragments within Harry Potter's lightning-shaped scar without alerting Albus Dumbledore.

After all, this cunning old fox had been keeping an eye on the boy who had miraculously survived. If an adult had approached him rashly, it would have undoubtedly aroused his suspicion.

However, if it were a student or friend at school, it would be difficult to detect anything. Unless these little things hidden inside the human body are discovered, Dumbledore would not rashly interfere with the "savior's" growth process.

Chapter 0733 In-depth Study

Psychologists have said that there are always some things that happen in childhood that have an indelible and profound impact on a person's future.

It's clear that Hermione Granger is currently in such a state that she didn't even show the slightest surprise when she learned that her two friends had driven a flying car to school.

Because compared to Draco's gloomy eyes, this boring story is as childish and ridiculous as children playing house.

To be precise, she didn't sleep well at all last night, having nightmares all night long. Now she looked pale and tired, and even the yelling letter that Ron's mother sent a few minutes ago didn't make her laugh.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" Harry Potter was the first to notice something was wrong and asked with concern.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, just about to say something, when she noticed that Draco had just walked through the corridor toward her.

The thought of the conflict that had erupted in the train carriage made her shudder. She quickly grabbed her friend and ran in another direction, yelling as she ran, "Stop talking nonsense! If you don't want to be late for your first day of class!"

“But there are still at least fifteen minutes before class! We have enough time!” Ron protested weakly.

"It's always better to be early than late! Don't forget..."

"Hey! Potter, where are you guys headed?"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Draco suddenly sprang out from the corner, staring at his nemesis with icy, snake-like eyes.

Despite not having drawn his wand yet due to school regulations, a chilling murderous aura had already begun to spread through the air, causing several younger students who happened to be passing by to freeze in place in fear.

"Malfoy! What do you want to do?"

Ron, who was seething with anger early in the morning, immediately pulled out his wand, even though the wand was already broken into two sections and was only barely held together with tape.

“Hmph! I wasn’t talking to you, you fool. As a servant, you should learn to ask your master’s permission before speaking.” Draco glanced at him contemptuously, then turned his attention back to the “savior.” “My dear Potter, I think Granger has relayed my words to you, hasn’t he?”

"Pass on what? Pass on what?" Harry Potter frowned instinctively and glanced at his friend.

Seeing his reaction, Draco immediately understood something and sneered, "So that's how it is. She hasn't told you what happened on the train yet, has she? No problem, I'm a very generous person and I'm willing to give you some time to discuss it properly. Remember, you only have three days. After three days, I will begin to fulfill my vow."

Watching the guy he hated most in school turn and leave, Ron couldn't help but ask, "Hermione, what's going on? Were you just hiding from that pesky Malfoy?"

"What happened on the train?" Harry pressed on.

"Damn it! Don't push me!"

The immense pressure snapped the girl's sensitive nerves, and tears streamed down her face. She pushed aside Ron, who was blocking her way, and ran towards the women's restroom.

Because it happened so suddenly, the latter didn't even notice a silver thread crawling down her neck and into her body. Leaning against the wall, she asked dumbfoundedly, "Uh...did I say something wrong? Why is she crying!"

"Don't ask me! I'm not quite sure either! But it's definitely related to Malfoy! We'd better find out who Hermione was sitting with in the carriage." Harry shook his head in frustration.

"Okay! But before that, we'd better go to class first."

As he said this, a barely perceptible silver light flashed in Ron's pupils, followed by an aura completely different from before.

But this feeling came quickly and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

The poor "savior" had no idea that his friend had been replaced, or rather, was being invaded and controlled by another person's consciousness.

For an entire day, whether in class or during breaks, Zhang Cheng, with Ron's body, constantly probed for the soul fragments within the lightning-shaped scar.

Although Tom Riddle split his soul into several pieces, most of them were attached to inanimate objects. Only this piece was attached to another living body and soul. From a research perspective, it is not even in the same league.

Unfortunately, Ron's physical and magical abilities were simply too weak. Even after being optimized by the archmage, he was still far from being able to sustain research for an extended period of time.

As night fell, he finally relinquished control of his body, allowing the fragile boy to rest well for the night, lest he accidentally overexert himself and die from exhaustion.

"Master, how did it go? Did you get the information you wanted?" the Supreme Authority asked with a curious expression.

"No, no. Although the structure of this magic isn't complex, its core involves the rules of death, which can't be figured out in a day or two. Fortunately, we still have at least five or six years, so there's no need to rush. By the way, where's my cute little pet?"

After saying that, Zhang Cheng raised his head and looked around, searching for the little sable that had been promoted to a spirit of nature.

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

With a low growl, the little guy quickly emerged from the corner, staring at his owner with a look of fear on his face.

Given its current level of intelligence, it can clearly recognize how powerful and terrifying the young man who bought it is, and therefore dares not disobey his will.

"Hmm, the form seems quite stable, with no signs of collapse or degeneration. Perhaps we can proceed with the next phase of the experiment, what do you think?" Zhang Cheng asked the Supreme Authority while fiddling with the little ferret whose forehead had grown to nearly twenty centimeters.

The latter replied without hesitation: "I think so too! Through analysis, I have found that the power of creation is less about creation and more about a force of catalysis and change. It does not have the basis to create matter out of thin air, but rather it causes matter and life to evolve rapidly in unpredictable directions by injecting factors of change."

"So what? Don't tell me that the woman who claims to be the creator created countless powerful primordial gods and creatures through a series of uncontrollable factors." Zhang Cheng's tone revealed strong dissatisfaction.

He hated this feeling of being out of control, and he hated even more that he still hadn't figured out the source of the power of creation.

"I'm sorry, esteemed master, this is all we can confirm at the moment. The rest requires extensive practical verification. Also, I suggest you complete Project X as soon as possible and let that damned artificial intelligence handle these complex data and information. It's far more efficient than me in this regard."

"Don't worry, Project X is already in the works. Once we crack the mystery of creating souls out of thin air, I will give them real life, just like you..."

Chapter 0734 Seizing the Opportunity

Without a doubt, the power of creation is the most complex and also the most difficult thing for Zhang Cheng to understand in his life.

Unlike arcane, evil, and shadow magic, it has no physical form and cannot be observed through any spells or tools. It is even simpler than divinity and divine power, which are said to be beyond the comprehension of mortals.

In order to figure out the nature of the power of creation, the only thing Zhang Cheng could do was experiment, experiment, and experiment.

By observing the changes and reactions of different experimental subjects, a corresponding system was established.

Of course, this is not easy. So far, no pattern has been found at all, as if each experimental subject will eventually evolve in a completely different direction.

Just when he was at his wit's end, the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts finally opened again.

Gilderoy Lockhart, who loves to show off, couldn't wait to jump out and announce the formation of a dueling club to train young wizards on how to protect themselves.

Of course, to some extent, this idea is good. At least it is easier to gain the approval of young people with lively personalities than to learn by doing or to spend all day with dry theories.

Unfortunately, he clearly forgot that he was just a seemingly impressive fraudster and did not have the real ability to defeat a powerful opponent.

During the demonstration, he was knocked to the ground by Severus Snape, revealing an embarrassing and disgraceful state.

Although strictly speaking, this had no direct connection to Zhang Cheng, when Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter stepped onto the dueling platform, he suddenly realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a legitimate chance to probe the reactions of the soul fragments.

Without any hesitation!

He projected his consciousness directly into Draco's body, slightly optimizing the chaotic magic within the boy.

After he finished doing all this, he adopted the pride typical of the Malfoy family and bowed slightly.

This gesture undoubtedly surprised Harry, who knew Draco very well, and he politely nodded in response.

Although he didn't understand why his nemesis had become so abnormal, he didn't want to lose to him in terms of manners.

"Get your wands ready! When I count to three, you can start practicing your spells to disarm each other. Remember, just disarm each other, don't do anything unnecessary, I don't want any accidents to happen," shouted the oblivious Gilderoy Lockhart.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"start!"

……

With a command, Harry raised his wand and, without hesitation, uttered his most proficient spell.

Not long ago, he had already learned from some upperclassmen how Draco had used a series of powerful spells to defeat several upperclassmen on the Hogwarts Express, and he was very clear about how powerful his opponent was.

Once Malfoy gets an attacking opportunity, he will definitely be the one to lose.

"Is this all the power you have? The boy who survived a great calamity? The savior of the British wizarding world? The famous Harry Potter?" Zhang Cheng skillfully dodged the spell shot from the wand and deliberately feigned a contemptuous expression as he sarcastically remarked.

Clearly, in his eyes, this kind of low-level magical duel was no different from children playing house, and posed no threat whatsoever.

To be precise, the magic system of this world has a very serious flaw, with almost no truly targeted magic.

As the name suggests, directional magic locks onto the target directly. No matter how the opponent dodges or tries to escape, the magic will relentlessly pursue them until it runs out of energy or hits the target.

In spellcasters' combat, targeted spells are arguably the most common and effective means of attack; otherwise, a blink or short-range teleportation could have avoided the vast majority of threats.

“What exactly are you trying to say?” Harry frowned.

"No, it's nothing. What I meant was that fame doesn't equal strength. You're too weak, so weak that I could just wave my wand and you'd collapse to the ground, weeping and wailing, like this..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng, imitating a typical wizard, raised his wand and shouted, "Greasy!"

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