After a whole day and night of tossing and turning, Voldemort, with bloodshot eyes, finally gave up the idea of taking the Philosopher's Stone out of the box.

Because he realized that the magic cast on it was not any known spell at all, but another form of magic he had never seen before. It was somewhat similar to the rune combinations mentioned in "Teaching You How to Store Spells - Volume 1".

But the problem is, from the time this book came out last year until now, he has basically either been plotting his resurrection or on the run, so he doesn't have the time to sit down and study these things.

Not to mention breaking the magic on the box, he couldn't even recognize all the runes.

As for those Death Eaters who have been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years, they are basically isolated from the outside world and cannot be relied upon at all.

His younger self had just awakened not long ago, and was occupying the body of a liar Gilderoy Lockhart. There was not much useful knowledge in his mind.

Seeing the Philosopher's Stone so close yet unable to be obtained, the Dark Lord emanated terrifying hostility and murderous intent from head to toe. Even the most loyal Bellacritus lowered his head and dared not say a word, fearing that his master's anger would be vented on him.

"We must find Soth! Only he knows how to get the Philosopher's Stone!" said Voldemort in his student days in a slightly gloomy voice.

"No! You are wrong! The most urgent task right now is not to find Soth, but to seize a piece of magic mercury to revive me first. Only in this way can we have the capital to meet and negotiate with him. Don't forget, he is not an ordinary second-year student at Hogwarts, but a monster with the blood of the Dumbledore family flowing in his body."

As he said this, the older Voldemort's eyes flashed with a chilling light, and it was obvious that he had a plan of his own.

Although he himself would rather use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect and gain a more powerful body.

But at this point, it is obviously too late to care so much.

"Master, according to the information provided in the newspaper, there are two pieces of magic mercury that are about to be auctioned in Paris, France. In addition, that is also the place where Soth was last seen."

August hurriedly handed over a copy of the Daily Prophet that he had brought out during the raid on the Ministry of Magic.

Since he was originally a spy, he paid special attention to intelligence gathering. Even when he was not fighting, he did not forget to pick up newspapers, documents and other things. Now they finally came in handy.

"Paris, France? It's a good opportunity to go there to avoid the limelight. The Ministry of Magic should have issued a warrant for our arrest, and they may launch a large-scale search in the British Isles. It's obviously unwise to stay and start a war at this time."

Voldemort glanced at the contents of the newspaper and made a quick decision.

Because he knew very well that in his current state, if he wanted to stir up trouble in the British wizarding world with Dumbledore in charge, it would simply be because he was tired of living.

On the contrary, the European continent is relatively safer.

Given Dumbledore's character, he would definitely not leave Hogwarts easily, so going to Paris, France to get some magic mercury first was definitely the right choice.

Soon, the Death Eaters took control of several Muggle sailors and a small boat at the nearby port and quietly embarked on a journey to the other side of the sea.

Since the average width of the English Channel is only 240 kilometers, and the narrowest Strait of Dover is only 34 kilometers wide, it took them less than two hours to leave Britain and appear in the suburbs of Paris.

Feeling the ubiquitous magical surveillance around him, the young Voldemort immediately said sarcastically in a slightly mocking tone: "It seems that the commotion caused by the group of dark wizards in Berlin has made the entire French wizarding world very nervous. They actually made such a big scene. Perhaps I can use the same trick again and instigate or instigate the dark wizards gathered here to make some noise."

"You'd better not do this. Our goal is to seize a piece of magic mercury. If any trouble occurs at this time and the auction is canceled, or if it attracts Dumbledore, it will be more trouble than it's worth." The elder Voldemort warned in a stern tone.

"We can grab an invitation for you, and then you can easily enter the auction site with the help of the polyjuice potion." August suggested cautiously.

"Master! Leave this task to me! I swear on my life that I will get both pieces of magic mercury back for you."

There was a mad light in Bellacritus' eyes.

At this moment, she couldn't wait to find a poor victim to cast the Cruciatus Curse and vent her twisted and morbid desires by torturing others.

Looking at the two subordinates with very different personalities kneeling in front of him, Voldemort thought for a moment and quickly ordered: "Bellatrix, you take people to find a suitable target, then kill him and seize the invitation. Remember, I hope this matter is carried out quietly in secret, not to make it known to everyone, understand?"

"Of course! I promise to kill them all as quickly as possible, so that they won't even have time to scream."

Bellacritus licked his dry lips and smiled cruelly.

After she turned and left with several Death Eaters, Voldemort turned his gaze to August and said in a meaningful tone: "As for you, I have a more important task for you to do."

"Please give me your orders."

August lowered his head humbly, not daring to meet his master's eyes.

"Go and find out all the information about South. If you find his residence in Paris, inform me immediately." Voldemort bent down and whispered in the Death Eater's ear.

"Understood."

August nodded vigorously, then he and the rest of his companions used Apparition to disappear on the spot.

Seeing that all the Death Eaters had left, the young Voldemort pointed at himself and asked, "What do I need to do now?"

"You? You don't need to do anything, just stay here with me and wait for news."

After saying this, the older Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of amusement, while his eyes revealed an extremely deep light.

…

Just as the Death Eaters began to act secretly in Paris, the entire British wizarding community was in an uproar.

As the Daily Prophet reported the robbery of Azkaban prison, the two Dark Lords led a large number of Death Eaters to successfully raid the Ministry of Magic and stole the second Philosopher's Stone, which has the power to resurrect the dead, all of which were published on the front page. The wizards who were originally immersed in peace and tranquility were all shocked and speechless.

Whether it was Lucius Malfoy, who once defected to Voldemort and later rebelled at the speed of light because of his downfall, or those who stood on the front line against the Death Eaters, they all felt an unprecedented chill.

Especially Lucius, who knew some inside information last semester, felt cold all over and his hands and feet were cold.

Because he knew better than anyone else that Voldemort chose to go to Azkaban to break out instead of directly sending out a call-up signal, which clearly showed that he no longer trusted Death Eaters like himself who had escaped the Ministry of Magic's liquidation.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Dark Lord, he was already a traitor who deserved death.

For traitors among the Death Eaters, there is usually only one outcome, and that is that the entire family, young and old, will be killed, even newborn babies are no exception.

So Lucius did not dare to delay and immediately sent an owl messenger to contact Zuo Si.

About a few hours later, he appeared in a luxurious manor on the outskirts of Paris, France through Floo powder.

"Good evening, my friend. I believe you haven't had time to have dinner yet? That's great, come and have some with me. You know, French cuisine is much better than British cuisine. I really hope Hogwarts can introduce some Beauxbatons menus."

Zuo Si sat in front of a dining table filled with all kinds of delicious food and extended an invitation to the dusty Lucius Malfoy.

At his signal, a maid who had received strict etiquette training immediately spread out a napkin in a very pleasing manner and wanted to spread it on the guest's legs.

But before he could get close, the other party raised his hand to clearly refuse.

Lucius obviously had no intention of eating at this moment, and asked directly: "Do you know what happened in England?"

"Of course. Something as big as the Dark Lord's comeback, and two of them, would have been reported in France a long time ago.

But I am very curious, what on earth were those idiots in the Ministry of Magic doing that they were invaded so easily?

If I remember correctly, the Department of Mysteries is said to have a more sophisticated magical defense system than Hogwarts.

But it was so easily breached, it was like it was defenseless."

Zuo Si complained with disdain as he picked up a piece of fried goose liver and put it on his plate and started to enjoy it.

According to the description in the newspaper, it took Voldemort and his Death Eaters less than half an hour from the beginning of the invasion to their successful retreat.

During this period, except for a few brave Aurors who stood up and tried to fight the invaders at the beginning, but were eventually defeated due to being outnumbered, the rest basically collapsed at the first touch and did not dare to confront these desperadoes head-on.

Especially for a notorious Death Eater like Bellatrix, often two or three of them could chase seven or eight wizards from the Ministry of Magic around.

It was precisely because they created such great panic and chaos that they encountered no hindrance at all when invading the Department of Mysteries, which really gave people the feeling that they were a hopeless case.

"It's not their fault that they are incompetent. You don't understand. Those were two Dark Lords working together, and they had someone like August who was familiar with the internal situation of the Department of Mysteries leading the way. Moreover, not long ago, Fudge sent the most elite Aurors to protect your safety. Naturally, the Ministry of Magic's defenses would inevitably become empty."

Lucius made a rare defense for the British Ministry of Magic.

Compared to the one-sided accusations and abuses against the current Minister of Magic in public opinion, he knew very well that this was not Fudge's fault.

Especially the young Voldemort who possessed Gilderoy Lockhart, which was probably related to the diary that he gave to Arthur Weasley's youngest daughter.

Sweat streamed down Lucius' forehead when he thought about how he had inadvertently facilitated the cooperation of the two dark lords, making this usually arrogant "white peacock" look panic-stricken.

Zuo Si keenly grasped this point, swallowed the food in his mouth, and asked with a smile: "What is the situation in the British wizarding world now?"

"The Ministry of Magic issued an urgent arrest warrant the next day, and Fudge was also impeached by Parliament. If nothing unexpected happens, he will step down soon.

Some people hoped that Dumbledore could serve as Minister of Magic and lead everyone to fight against the return of the Dark Lord, but he explicitly refused.

Umbridge is actively working to become Minister of Magic.

However, due to the loss of the Philosopher's Stone, she was unable to maintain the interest relationships she had previously built with the various families, so she did not receive much support.

In short, the entire British wizarding world was frightened by the sudden appearance of the Dark Lord.

Many pure-blood families that once supported the Dark Lord are also ready to make a move.

After all, for them, as long as they can get the magic mercury, it doesn’t matter who has the Philosopher’s Stone.

Just the opposite!

With the pure-blood supremacy advocated by the Dark Lord, they can gain more from it."

Lucius told everything he knew in one breath, without any intention of hiding anything.

Because he knew that there were only three people in the current wizarding world who had the strength to fight against Voldemort.

One of them is Gellert Grindelwald who is imprisoned in Nurmengard, one is Albus Dumbledore who is in charge of Hogwarts, and the other is the young man in front of him who is the most hidden and has the highest potential for future growth.

Although Gellert Grindelwald's name is well known throughout Europe, the Malfoy family has no contact or friendship with him.

In a way, Dumbledore is more like an enemy of Lucius and his family.

So in the end, the only hope still lies with Zuo Si.

What's more, the two reached a cooperation agreement last year.

"So... now everyone assumes that Voldemort has successfully seized the Philosopher's Stone and will be resurrected soon?"

Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of the freshly squeezed grape juice from the grapes produced in this estate, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something and immediately asked excitedly: "You mean, the Dark Lord hasn't got the Philosopher's Stone yet?"

"Of course not. Do you think I would hand over the Philosopher's Stone without any protection or backup? In fact, the Philosopher's Stone has never really left my control."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his left hand and lightly grasped the air. An inconspicuous black stone filled the gap between his thumb and index finger out of thin air.

Gulp!

Lucius, who witnessed this scene, swallowed subconsciously, his face full of horror.

He couldn't believe it even in his dreams. The thing that Voldemort had snatched with great effort was summoned so easily by the young man in front of him, and then thrown next to the table like garbage, placed together with the leftover bones.

It seemed that in Zuo Si's eyes, this treasure that could create magical mercury that could bring the dead back to life was not as important as the spare ribs in front of him.

Especially when the soup and sauce splashed onto the Philosopher's Stone, leaving stains, Lucius's obsessive-compulsive disorder almost broke out. He rushed over to wipe it clean with a handkerchief and placed it in a luxurious box decorated with countless gems and gold.

Only in this way can it be worthy of the status of this treasure.

Zuo Si continued to speak as if he had done something insignificant, "As you can see, even though the Dark Lord successfully stole the Philosopher's Stone from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

But he and his Death Eaters could not touch the Philosopher's Stone itself, so naturally they could not use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect.

In other words, the worries of the entire British wizarding world, including yours, are pointless.

Because the person you fear is still in a half-dead state and does not have enough strength to make a comeback.

So there is absolutely no need to be so nervous or afraid, just do what you need to do.”

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si put the magic stone covered with various soups and sauces back into the box.

I wonder what Voldemort would think when he sees the aroma of onion, garlic and gravy emanating from the Philosopher's Stone...

Lucius's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he quickly asked in an uncertain tone: "Did you anticipate the Dark Lord's actions? And you played him into your hands?"

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied, "It's not like I can play with you, but I can predict it a little bit.

After all, that guy had spied on the first Philosopher's Stone made by Nicolas Flamel last year, so it was normal for him to set his sights on the second Philosopher's Stone.

What I didn’t expect was that he could actually tolerate the existence of another self at the same time.

By the way, when you gave the diary to the Weasley's little daughter, you probably didn't know what it really was, right? "

"You know the diary?!" Lucius's expression changed slightly.

He always thought that he had done this perfectly and no one had noticed it.

"Of course I know. That was one of the most important Horcruxes of your previous master. He was able to entrust this thing to you for safekeeping, which shows how much trust he had in you at the time. But who would have thought that the Malfoy family had many characteristics, but loyalty was never one of them. It was because you threw that diary into Hogwarts that the two Dark Lords eventually joined forces."

Zuo Si told the truth of the matter straightforwardly and enjoyed the wonderful changes in expression on the other person's face with great interest.

After learning the truth, Lucius first revealed shock that was difficult to conceal, and then fear, despair, and a genuine fear of Voldemort.

At this moment, he was finally sure that he could no longer rely on the technique of repeated sideways jumping to return to his identity as a Death Eater.

Because just because he threw away important Horcruxes like garbage and created chaos, Voldemort would never let him go.

After a long silence, Lucius immediately knelt on one knee without hesitation and said in an extremely serious tone: "Sir, please accept my and the entire Malfoy family's allegiance. From now on, I will be your most loyal and humble servant, willing to obey every order you give."

"Why, are you scared now? When you were so smart and thought you could control the situation, did you ever imagine that there would be such a day?" Zuo Si couldn't help but reveal a teasing smile.

Even if you use your butt to think, you will know that the White Peacock's oath of allegiance at this moment is entirely for the purpose of finding a backer for the family, so that there will be a place to shelter his family when Voldemort retaliates.

"I admit that I have committed the original sin of arrogance and greed." Lucius said with a wry smile. "But I promise that I will be a useful servant and can help you solve many problems and troubles."

"Haha, then let me wait and see. Until you show enough value, the agreement between us will remain the same. I will protect your son Draco, but not the Malfoy family."

Zuo Si sneered and rejected the other party's idea of clinging to him.

But Lucius obviously did not give up. Instead, he raised his head and continued to plead: "I will prove to you the value of myself and the Malfoy family. But please give me a chance to perform!"

"Hmm - let me think, why not push Umbridge to the position of Minister of Magic as a test. If you can do this on your own, I will accept Malfoy's allegiance."

Zuo Si pretended to be casual and put forward the conditions.

He was very curious about how much of a stir this man in front of him could cause in the British wizarding world.

"As you wish!"

Lucius placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then stood up and used the Floo powder to return to the British Isles.

Not long after the "White Peacock" left, Lady Caroline appeared in the restaurant with elegant steps.

She glanced around first, and then said in a half-joking tone: "I hope your arrival did not disturb your meal."

"Of course not. I really like chatting while eating. Is there anything important that brings you here suddenly?" Zuo Si asked tentatively with a smile.

"It's like this. Of the three magic mercury you gave me, the first one has been used up, and the remaining two will be auctioned off soon. In order to ensure that I can gain the trust of all the buyers who come to participate, I hope to be able to attend and give a guarantee in public."

After several contacts, she had clearly realized that the young people in front of her did not like those red tapes, so she decisively chose the most direct approach.

"Isn't your prominent background and the family reputation behind you enough to reassure those buyers?" Zuo Si asked in surprise.

Caroline explained helplessly, "If it's an ordinary magic item or precious material, of course there's no problem. But if it's magic mercury that can bring people back to life, it's obviously not enough to rely on one's origin and family reputation. Because there are many buyers who come to the auction, their status is no less prominent than mine, and this requirement is exactly what they put forward."

"Ah! I see. Two portions of magic mercury are not enough to satisfy their appetite, so they want to meet me, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, and try to get more from me."

Zuo Si was so smart that he guessed the other party's intention at once.

All that bullshit about guarantees is just bullshit.

Due to the special properties of magic mercury, there is currently nothing in this world that can imitate or even replace it. You can tell whether it is authentic or fake at a glance.

"I'm very sorry for causing you unnecessary trouble." Mrs. Caroline had an apologetic look on her face.

But Zuo Si responded nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of showing up. By the way, if you don't mind, can you tell me where the magic mercury is used?"

"I gave it to the alchemist hired by the family to study."

Lady Caroline gave the answer generously.

Under her grandfather's guidance, she understood that it was better to admit it openly rather than hide it.

After all, in the end, we didn't figure out anything.

"Research?" Zuo Si couldn't help laughing when he heard the word. "If I'm not mistaken, those alchemists probably didn't come up with any results, right?"

Lady Caroline nodded bitterly, "Yes. After the magic mercury was taken out, it evaporated completely within 24 hours without a drop left.

No matter how hard the alchemists tried, they could not stop this process.

Maybe... this is the difference between a genius and an ordinary person.

You were able to create a second, more powerful Philosopher's Stone, but they couldn't even stop the mercury from evaporating."

"No, ma'am, this is not the difference between a genius and a mortal, but the difference in the order of magnitude of knowledge. Also, regarding the auction, I will be there on time."

After saying this, Zuo Si picked up the napkin and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, then stood up and walked towards the cellar.

"Thanks."

Caroline gracefully lifted her skirt, raised her wand, cast Apparition and disappeared from the spot.

Just as the maid and the house-elves were busy clearing away the leftovers on the table, Zuo Si returned to the laboratory and cast several spells directly at the only entrance to ensure that no one could break in.

After doing all this, he turned his gaze to the black stone door in the center of the room.

Unlike ordinary portals, this portal exudes cold negative energy from the world of death from the inside out, and its surface is densely crawling with twisted and struggling mortal souls.

These souls are blocked between the veil and the real world for various reasons. They can neither enter the world of the dead nor stay in the world of the living.

They are not ghosts who remain in the world of the living simply because they cannot let go of their obsessions, but are more like malicious souls such as ghosts and vengeful spirits.

It was obvious that Zuo Si was trying to tear a crack in the curtain by collecting these souls.

In fact, he had come very close to success in his first few experiments.

The only problem now is that there is no way to control the size and stability of the crack.

If it is too small, then people cannot pass directly through;

If it is too big, souls that have not yet lost their memories will flee like a tide, causing unimaginable damage to the world of the living.

As for stability, it is related to whether you can return to the original route after entering.

Although he is a planeswalker, Zuo Si can travel between different worlds with the power of sparks.

But the problem is that the world after death obviously does not belong to the material world, nor is it a separate world, but a shadow and appendage of the real world.

God knows what the consequences of using the power of the spark over there would be.

Therefore, maintaining the stability of the portal becomes a vital matter.

Zuo Si first checked the portal from beginning to end, as well as the state of the souls that were opening their mouths wide and trying to scream, and then injected magical energy into it.

In the blink of an eye!

Those vengeful spirits that seemed to have been muted suddenly let out shrill screams. The horrifying sound directly shattered all the glassware on the table, and even the table and chairs inevitably developed cracks.

There is no doubt that these sounds are not ordinary sound waves or noises, but a kind of impact containing terrible negative energy.

If calculated according to the magic level of the continent of Faerun, this is basically equivalent to several mages above level 17 casting the nine-ring necromancy magic [Banshee's Howl] together.

If there were dense crowds around, a large number of people would die in minutes.

But Zuo Si acted as if nothing had happened. He simply blocked out the noise and focused all his attention on controlling energy.

After about two or three minutes, accompanied by a shrill scream, a faint black curtain appeared in the middle of the black stone door.

There was also a cut of about two meters in the middle of the curtain.

The next second...

Whoosh!

A terrifying chill suddenly blew out from the other side of the curtain, covering the entire room with white frost.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the result of the moisture in the air instantly turning into a solid state under ultra-low temperature conditions.

Enduring the horrible ultra-low temperature that was enough to freeze the soul, Zuo Si seemed to try to adjust the amount of magic energy input several times, until the entrance of the curtain became completely stable. Then he let out a long breath, quickly cast a lot of protective magic on himself, and then walked in resolutely.

The moment a foot steps over!

A gray mist completely enveloped the eyes.

In the world of death, you can't see clearly more than ten meters away, and everything, including yourself, gives people a hazy and blurry feeling.

Apart from that, there is no sound or shining colors, only black and white intertwined.

At the beginning, I could still feel a bit of the biting cold, but soon a numbness that could not be described in words quickly swept over my body.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of chaotic and absurd voices began to echo in my mind.

"Where is this?"

"who I am?"

"Where am I going?"

"Death! This is death! I am already dead!"

…

Through repeated confirmation and identification, Zuo Si realized that these voices came from the thoughts of other wandering souls around him.

Since there is no sound and no way to communicate in the world after death, these souls can only constantly release a weak telepathy to the surroundings to convey their thoughts.

However, it is not difficult to see from those numb faces and eyes that they are simply sending signals but have no ability to receive signals.

The reason why Zuo Si was able to receive it was because he brought his physical body with him.

In the process of releasing this signal, all souls are constantly consuming their own thoughts and memories, and eventually become blank souls like white paper.

Following the vast army of souls that emerged from nowhere, Zuo Si soon arrived at the huge mouth of the abyss mentioned by Grindelwald, and was instantly shocked by the scene before him.

Because it's so big!

It is so big that you can't see the end at a glance, and its diameter is at least hundreds of kilometers.

And it seems to have an inexplicable attraction to the souls of the dead, and billions of souls are circling around it.

Those who have not completely lost their memories are obviously more resistant to approaching the mouth of the abyss, so they always try to return to the outermost area.

Those who had almost lost all their memories were like the walking dead. They were surrounded by the large group and jumped down together, disappearing from this world forever.

What is underneath? Zuo Si's eyes sparkled with intense curiosity.

To figure this out, he released a shocking spell directly at the army of souls wandering around the edge.

More than tens of thousands of souls slipped and fell on the spot, including some unlucky ones whose memories had not completely disappeared.

As a result, about three to five seconds later, a dazzling white light gushed out directly from the bottom of the abyss, forming a pillar that shot straight into the sky.

"Oh my God! This is... This is pure energy formed entirely by the sedimentation of countless souls? How huge! How spectacular!" Zuo Si exclaimed in his heart.

He now finally understood the source of this world's magical power.

It is not like the magic web of Faerun, which is a part of the divine power torn from the two goddesses of creation;

It is also not the world where the floating city of Plantia is located. The magical power comes from the core of the planet.

The magic of this world comes from the deep wells formed by the sedimentation of countless souls in this afterlife.

Whether it is those magical animals or the power in the wizard's body, they all resonate with the energy overflowing here, ultimately forming a variety of magical effects.

The most obvious evidence is that the souls whose memories had not yet been cleansed were thrown into the deep well and immediately triggered such a strong resonance reaction.

In other words, all spells are essentially the purest soul magic.

It also explains why emotions have such a huge impact on the way wizards cast spells, and why Gellert Grindelwald said that wizards' souls are different from Muggles'.

After finding out the truth, Zuo Si took out a blank card without hesitation, drained all the energy in the mana pool, and finally successfully created the most powerful land card to date.

[Land Card: Legendary Land - Entrance to the Soul Well]

[LV10 colorless card (upgradable)]

【Card Quality: Unique】

[Effect: When this card takes effect, it can provide 300 points of universal mana per day, and all spells and cards will resonate with emotional fluctuations. The more intense the emotions, the greater the increase.

Among them, anger, excitement, and anger will increase the destructive power of offensive magic; rationality and calmness will increase the duration of the spell;

Happiness, joy, and happiness will double the power of positive energy magic such as healing; murderous emotions will strengthen spells related to instant death and negative energy;

Love will increase the effectiveness of protective magic; curiosity will increase the success rate of exploration and predictive magic;

Strong desires will greatly enhance charm and control magic; negative emotions such as frustration, disappointment, fear, and anxiety will cause all spells to have a one-third chance of failure.

Please note that only one of the above emotional influences can take effect at a time, and multiple emotions cannot be superimposed.]

[Using this card does not require mana consumption]

[If the card effect is damaged or destroyed by other magical forces, it will automatically enter the cemetery and wait for rebirth for 365 days.]

Looking at the detailed instructions on the card in his hand, Zuo Si showed a satisfied smile on his face, and immediately turned around and returned to the world of the living along the same route.

Obviously, through this exploration into the afterlife, he has touched upon the deepest secrets of this world.

Moreover, the land card in his hand does not represent the full potential of the Soul Well. It has only been temporarily developed to its limit with the power of his own Planeswalker Spark.

Just like the [Floating City Tower] that was originally made, after several upgrades it has become a [Floating City], and the quality has also been upgraded from ordinary to precious.

As the level of the Planeswalker increases in the future, this land card will be continuously strengthened, and sooner or later the word "entrance" after [Entrance to the Well of Souls] will be removed.

As for how to utilize the immense soul energy within the deep well of the world of death, Zuo Si has no idea yet.

If it is simply used as a source and supplement of energy, it would obviously be a waste.

Likewise, he had no intention of using these soul energies to make himself the god of death in this world, and he had no time to establish order in the underworld and afterlife.

After much hesitation, Zuo Si destroyed all the research materials and equipment and hid the secret deep in his memory, intending to do it later when he had some clue.

Anyway, no one in this world has done any in-depth research on the world after death, and such a big Well of Souls will not run away if it is placed there.

What Zuo Si wants to do most right now is to try to practice controlling his emotions so that he can produce a corresponding resonant response when necessary.

Obviously, this is not an easy task.

Because in most cases, emotions are responses to external stimuli and are uncontrollable.

And the more you try to suppress them, the more your emotions will rebound like a spring, eventually leading to a breakdown or depression.

But Zuo Si's purpose was not to suppress and control these emotions, but to amplify those originally small emotions through training.

For example, when fighting an enemy, try to think of things that make you angry, and then imagine the other person's face as the person who made you angry. In this way, you can use anger to enhance the destructive power of offensive magic.

By the same token, emotions such as happiness, murderous intent, desire, etc. can also be stimulated when needed.

Simply put, it is a form of self-hypnosis.

If he could switch between different emotions repeatedly in an instant, then Zuo Si would become an extremely terrifying spellcaster.

In order to do this, he was like a psychopath in the next few days, sometimes angry, sometimes excited, sometimes calm, sometimes murderous, sometimes gentle in his eyes...

The sudden change almost scared the maids and house-elves in the manor half to death.

Fortunately, practicing transforming emotions did not make Zuo Si lose his mind. At least when he gave an order or asked for something, he would immediately return to normal.

This situation continued until the day of the auction, when he calmed down a little and followed Lady Caroline to the scene.

Since the bidders were basically all big and prominent families in the European magic world, the bidding venue was set in a family castle very close to the Palace of Fontainebleau.

As soon as he walked through the main gate, a man who looked older than Dumbledore came towards him and greeted him with a smile, "Welcome, Lord South. I am Caroline's grandfather, and you can call me Earl Richard."

"Count? Are you a noble?" Zuo Si's eyes revealed a hint of curiosity.

Since the life span of wizards is generally outrageous, those with a little background can easily live to one or two hundred years old, so he is not sure whether the person in front of him has experienced the French Revolution and has any relationship with the last monarch of the Bourbon dynasty, Louis XVI, who is incomprehensible (physics).

"Haha, before the Statute of Secrecy came out, my family had always had a deep connection with the French royal family, and even was granted a piece of territory. Although the territory was later returned for some reasons, the title has been retained." The old man who called himself Earl Richard explained proudly.

Under his guidance and introduction, Zuo Si soon got to know many children from prestigious families.

But for some reason, he always felt like there was a pair of eyes among these people, hiding in the dark and spying on him...

(End of this chapter)