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 cancelled, 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.
在此期间，除了最开始的时候有几名勇敢的傲罗站出来试图与入侵者进行对抗，但最终因为寡不敌众败下阵来，其余基本都是一触即溃，根本不敢与这些亡命之徒正面硬碰硬。
尤其像贝拉克里特斯这种凶名在外的食死徒，往往两三个人就能追着七八名魔法部的巫师到处乱跑。
正是由于他们制造了巨大的恐慌跟混乱，导致在入侵神秘事物司的时候根本没有受到什么阻碍，着实给人一种烂泥扶不上墙的感觉。
“这不能怪他们无能。你不明白，那可是两个黑魔王联手，而且还有像奥古斯特这样熟悉神秘事物司内部情况的人带路。更何况前不久，福吉还把最精锐的傲罗派过来保护你的安全，魔法部的防护力量自然就会不可避免变得空虚。”
卢修斯破天荒的替英国魔法部辩解了一句。
相比起眼下舆论一边倒对现任魔法部长的指责跟谩骂，他非常清楚这不是福吉的错。
尤其是附身在吉德罗·洛哈特的年轻伏地魔，八成跟那本被自己丢给亚瑟·韦斯莱小女儿的日记有关。
一想到自己无意之中促成了两个黑魔王联手，汗水就顺着卢修斯的额头流了下来，让这个平日里总是一副高傲的“白孔雀”显露出惊慌失措的样子。
左思敏锐的捕捉到了这一点，咽下嘴里的食物笑着问道：“现在英国魔法界那边的情况如何？”
“魔法部在第二天就发出了紧急通缉令，福吉也遭到来自议会的弹劾，不出意外的话应该很快就会下台。
有人希望邓布利多能够担任魔法部长，带领所有人抗击黑魔王的归来，但被他明确拒绝了。
乌姆里奇倒是在积极运作，希望能够坐上魔法部长的位置。
可是由魔法石的丢失，导致她没办法维系之前与各个家族构建的利益关系，所以也没有得到太多支持。
总之，整个英国魔法界都被黑魔王的突然出现吓得不轻。
不少曾经支持过黑魔王的纯血家族也在蠢蠢欲动。
毕竟对于他们而言，只要能够获得魔法水银，魔法石在谁手上其实并不重要。
刚好相反！
以黑魔王所提倡的纯血至上理念，他们反而能够获从中获得更多。”
卢修斯一口气把自己知道的全部情况说了出来，其中没有半点想要隐瞒的意思。
因为他知道，当前魔法界只有三个人拥有与伏地魔对抗的实力。
其中一个是被关押在纽蒙加德的盖勒特·格林德沃，一个是坐镇霍格沃茨的阿不思·邓布利多，还有一个就是眼前这个隐藏最深、未来成长潜力最高的年轻人。
盖勒特·格林德沃的大名虽然响彻欧洲，但马尔福家族与其并没有什么来往或是交情。
邓布利多在某种程度上，更像是卢修斯及其家族的敌人。
所以到头来，唯一的希望还是要寄托在左思身上。
更何况两人在去年达成了一份合作协议。
“所以……现在所有人都默认伏地魔已经成功夺去了魔法石，并且很快就会重新复活？”
左思端起杯子喝了一口由这座庄园自产葡萄鲜榨的葡萄汁，语气中带着一丝玩味。
卢修斯瞬间楞了一下，紧跟着似乎察觉到了什么，立刻激动的追问：“你的意思是，黑魔王还没有拿到魔法石？”
“当然没有。你以为我在没有加持任何防护或是后手的情况下，就会把魔法石交出去吗？其实魔法石从未真正脱离过我的掌控。”
说着，左思抬起左手在空气中轻轻一抓，一块不起眼的黑色石头就凭空填满了拇指与食指的间隙。
咕咚！
亲眼目睹这一幕的卢修斯下意识咽了咽口水，满脸都是惊骇之色。
他做梦都不敢相信，伏地魔费了巨大力气好不容易才抢到的东西，就这样轻而易举被眼前的年轻人随手召唤过来，然后像垃圾一样丢在桌子旁边，与那些吃剩的骨头摆放在一起。
仿佛在左思的眼中，这颗能够制造令人死而复生魔法水银的宝物，还不如眼前的排骨来得重要。
尤其是当汤汁与酱汁溅在魔法石上留下的一个个污点，差点让卢修斯的强迫发作，冲过去用手帕将其擦拭干净，摆放进一个用无数宝石和黄金装点起来的华贵盒子里。
唯有如此，才配得上这件宝物的身份。
左思则像是做了一件微不足道的事情，自顾自的继续说道：“如你所见，尽管黑魔王成功从魔法部神秘事物司中抢走了魔法石。
但他和他手下的食死徒却无法触碰到魔法石本身，自然也就没办法利用魔法石的力量重新复活。
也就是说，包括你在内所有英国魔法界的担心都是毫无意义的。
因为你们畏惧的那个人，仍旧维持着半死不活的状态，根本没有足够的力量东山再起。
所以完全没必要那么紧张和恐惧，该干什么就去干什么。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思又把那颗沾满了各种汤汁、酱汁的魔法石送回了盒子里。
也不知道伏地魔在看到魔法石散发出来的葱香、蒜香和肉汁的味道究竟会作何感想……
卢修斯嘴角不受控制的轻微抽搐了一下，赶忙用不是很确定的语气问：“你预料到了黑魔王的行动？并且还把他玩弄于股掌之上？”
左思耸了耸肩膀回答道：“玩弄于股掌之上算不上，预知倒是有那么一点。
毕竟那家伙在去年的时候就曾经窥探过尼可·勒梅制造的第一颗魔法石，所以盯上第二颗魔法石再正常不过了。
只不过让我有些没想到的是，他居然能够容忍另外一个自己同时存在。
对了，你在把那个日记本塞给韦斯莱家小女儿的时候，恐怕并不知道这玩意的真面目吧？”
“你知道日记本？！”卢修斯脸色微微一变。
他一直都认为自己这件事情做的天衣无缝，根本没有被任何人看到。
“当然知道。那可是你前任主人最重要的魂器之一。他能将这种东西交给你来保管，足见其当时对你的信任。可谁能想到，马尔福家族的特质有很多，但却从不包括忠诚。正是因为你把那本日记扔进霍格沃茨，最终才出现了两个黑魔王联手的情况。”
左思干脆利落把事情的真相说了出来，并且饶有兴致欣赏对方脸上精彩无比的表情变化。
得知真相的卢修斯先是透露出难以掩饰的震惊，然后是恐惧、绝望，以及对于伏地魔发自内心的害怕。
此时此刻，他终于可以确定，自己再也没有办法靠着反复横跳的技巧，重新回归食死徒的身份。
因为光凭将重要的魂器像垃圾一样扔出去制造混乱这一点，伏地魔就绝对不会放过自己。
沉默了良久之后，卢修斯立刻毫不犹豫的单膝跪地，用无比认真严肃的语气说道：“阁下，请您接受我和整个马尔福家族的效忠。从现在开始，我将会是您最忠诚且卑微的仆从，心甘情愿服从您下达的每一个命令。”
“怎么，现在知道害怕了？你自作聪明以为自己可以操控局势的时候，可曾想到会有这么一天？”左思忍不露出了戏谑的笑容。
哪怕用屁股思考也知道，“白孔雀”此刻的宣誓效忠，完全就是为了给家族找一个靠山，以便在遭到伏地魔报复的时候有个能庇护自己家人的地方。
“我承认，自己犯下了傲慢与贪婪的原罪。”卢修斯苦笑着自嘲道。“但我保证，自己会是一个有用的仆人，能帮助您解决很多问题跟麻烦。”
“呵呵，那就让我拭目以待吧。在你表现出足够的价值之前，我们之间的协议仍旧维持原状。我会庇护你的儿子德拉科，但不包括马尔福家族。”
左思嗤笑着拒绝了对方想要抱自己大腿的念头。
但卢修斯明显并没有放弃，而是抬起头继续请求道：“我会向您证明自己和马尔福家族的价值。不过还请务必给我一个表现的机会！”
“嗯——让我想想，不如就把乌姆里奇推上魔法部长的位置作为考验吧。如果你能凭借自己的力量做到这一点，我就接纳马尔福的效忠。”
左思故作不经意的开出了条件。
他很好奇，眼前这个男人在英国魔法界究竟能够掀起多大的风浪。
“如你所愿！”
卢修斯单手抚胸深深鞠了一躬，然后便起身借助飞路粉返回了英伦三岛。
“白孔雀”前脚刚离开不久，卡洛琳夫人便迈着优雅的步伐出现在餐厅。
她先是扫了一眼四周，然后才用半开玩笑的语气说道：“希望的到来没有打搅你用餐。”
“当然没有，我很喜欢在吃饭的时候顺便闲聊两句。不知道您突然造访有什么重要的事情吗？”左思面带微笑的试探道。
"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)