Amosita's desk was neatly tidied. To prevent damage, even the candle holder and his photo with Grandma Ferina had been moved elsewhere. Before starting, he glanced at the monitoring wall opposite him. Hogwarts was peaceful, and nothing special seemed to be happening.
After a sigh, Amosita walked back to his bedside and retrieved his travel suitcase. After searching, he pulled out a very strangely shaped candle holder. The lower part of this candle holder was a voodoo doll with two eyes the size of a baby's fist, teeth bared to its earlobes. The doll's head was about half the size of its body, completely black, its swollen face bearing a chilling smile.
Amosita was unwilling to delve into the material used to make this doll. This alchemical item was bought by him from an underground market. The wizard who sold it came from Uagadou in Africa. Among all countries where magical civilization flourished, Uagadou was probably the most chaotic area. The reason, when delved into, was probably due to the impact of the complex Muggle social order there.
To this day, there are still many people living in tribal forms, and the leaders of these tribes are generally witch doctors with long traditions. Tribal witch doctors still retain many ancient magical practices that are extremely cruel and bloody. Curses and sacrifices are their most proficient methods. To be honest, even a powerful wizard like Amosita was unwilling to easily provoke these perverts.
Atop the voodoo doll's head, the upper part of the candle holder was a transparent tube for holding candle liquid. Since the doll had not yet been used, the tube was completely clean and spotless. Next, it was time to make the candle liquid. Amosita once again reached into his suitcase. A moment later, he pulled out a bottle of crimson dragon blood. This bottle of dragon blood came from the Norwegian Ridgeback he had killed.
At that time, he collected a lot of dragon blood. Because he was afraid that large-scale use would attract the Ministry of Magic's attention, Amosita had abundant reserves of dragon blood. As is well known, dragons are treasures from head to tail. Especially their blood and nerves contain rich magical power, making them excellent ingredients for potions and spellcasting materials.
He poured the dragon blood into the transparent tube on the voodoo doll's head, observing the faintly shimmering crimson mist rising from the surface of the slightly rippling liquid. Amosita nodded in satisfaction. Next, it was time to pay a small price. Amosita shook his sleeve, exposing his arm. In the dim air, a dark silver light flashed, and gushing blood, under the effect of magic,
condensed into a winding stream, precisely merging with the dragon blood in the tube. The ominous magic power escaping into the office seemed to devour light. The bookshelf, which was placed against the wall, seemed to get darker. The stable light of the candlestick became increasingly dim, as if covered in dust.
Amosita's expression was solemn. In his pale purple eyes, two vortexes seemed to slowly revolve. He continuously shook his wand, and black, tadpole-shaped runes continuously emerged from the staff tip, exuding a gray glow. These tadpole runes seemed to possess life. They swam in the empty space in front of Amosita, leaving faint ink traces in the air.
"Go—" With Amosita's slightly authoritative command, hundreds of tadpole runes rushed towards the dragon blood mixed with Amosita's blood, like tired birds returning to their nests. A strange breeze suddenly rippled through the quiet room. The tadpole runes propelled the blood to spin.
On the concave liquid surface, tiny crimson electric sparks intermittently burst forth, looking shocking. Amosita continuously injected magic power into it, like gray airflow. Under the catalysis of his own magic, the magic power contained in the tadpole runes gradually merged with the magic power in the blood. The dragon blood also slowly changed from a flowing liquid to a thick consistency. Before the blood completely solidified, Amosita pulled a strand of hair from his head and threw it in. With this, a crimson candle with a wick was finally made.
In the dim light, Amosita wiped away the non-existent sweat from his forehead, his shoulders slightly slumped, but his expression did not relax.
"Poof!" The lit candle emitted a nearly three-foot-high flame, golden in color but with a dark gray halo. Looking from a distance, it was as if a vigorously burning torch was plunged into the voodoo doll's head. Logically, a candle burning at such a terrifying speed should extinguish in a few minutes at most. However, the thick body of this strange candle never diminished, as if it wasn't consuming the candle liquid or the wick at all.
"It's all up to you now," Amosita murmured softly, his eyelashes trembling slightly. Then, he stood upright before the voodoo doll, raised his staff tip towards the sky, his expression incomparably solemn, and his low voice sounded like he was making a solemn oath! "I—Amosita Blaine, voluntarily accept the invitation of Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to serve as Assistant Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
Buzz!
The moment the oath was completed, the air in the office suddenly vibrated violently. An incomparably powerful and evil curse power, forcibly manifested, abruptly descended upon Amosita, transcending the barriers of time and space. In a trance, he seemed to hear the desperate wails of countless tormented and brutally slaughtered individuals just before their deaths!
At this very moment, in his circular office on the eighth floor, Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting behind a long-legged desk, suddenly awoke from his contemplation. He abruptly turned his head towards Amosita's office, his solemn and piercing blue gaze seemingly penetrating layers of walls, watching Amosita's actions as if he were present.
The curse power cast by Voldemort, upon descending upon Amosita, was instantly transferred to the substitute Amosita had prepared. However, the materialized curse power, upon rushing into the voodoo doll's body, immediately realized it had been tricked. An angry roar echoed from the void.
The curse power, containing terrifying magic, instantly formed a tangible and rapidly expanding dark bubble. After enveloping the voodoo doll, it swiftly approached Amosita! Seeing the substitute curse magic about to fail, Amosita showed no panic. His eyelids flickered, and his slightly furrowed brows added a touch of majesty to his indifferent expression. Just as the dark bubble broke through to within two feet of him, Amosita suddenly retracted his raised right hand, firmly pressing his staff tip against the materialized curse power!
Whoosh!
The unending strong wind, formed by the expanding curse and the powerful magic continuously spurting from Amosita's staff tip, swept through the entire office. Every inch of space was filled with flickering gray electric sparks. Even the screens on the monitoring wall continuously flickered due to the violent magic field covering the entire floor.
The mysterious vortexes in Amosita's eyes began to spin again. His entire body was bathed in a thin, barely perceptible glow. The magic spurting from his staff tip was like a raging typhoon's tidal wave, each surge stronger than the last! As time passed, the curse power's bubble gradually lost ground.
It slowly shrank, inch by inch, being forced back into the voodoo doll's body. And the moment it completely disappeared, a slender crack suddenly appeared on the bulging nose of the voodoo doll, which had a sinister grin. The vigorously burning magic flame also seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. Instantly, the height of the flame was only one-third of its original.
In the circular office, Headmaster Dumbledore's lips curled into a wry smile. He unconsciously stood up, his hand already on Fawkes's talons, then slowly sat back down. And Professor Lockhart, whose office was also on the third floor, who had been yawning and rubbing his eyes, preparing to go to the staff dormitory to sleep, for some unknown reason suddenly became dazed. He only felt his tired and impatient body inexplicably gaining energy, as if he had drunk a large bottle of vitality tonic!
"Oh, lucky little Monica!" Lockhart revealed a happy smile and returned to his desk. After pulling out his ornate peacock feather quill from the pen holder, he began writing furiously. "Congratulations on receiving my reply a day early!"
"It's indeed quite difficult to deal with—" In the messy room, Amosita gazed at the voodoo doll with fine lines on its face, finally revealing a relaxed smile...
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