Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"I'm mad."

"I know. It's me who's crazy. I've become a monster..."

"Monica is right. The mind seed changed the plague, and it also changed the villagers and me. It twisted our souls, making me and the villagers unable to realize our own death, and turned us into ghosts. And The plague controls our bodies. No, in other words, this is the essence of the terrible magic of soul seed."

"The seed of the soul is a kind of magical parasite. Every spell is a parasite. It lives on the recipient's body for a long time, constantly affecting and transforming the recipient's mind and body, making it more suitable for its own needs. Survive."

"Under its influence, we will automatically rationalize some anomalies, ignore those warnings, and even actively destroy those things that warn us. Our consciousness is turned upside down by it."

"This magic should not have appeared. It should be destroyed. I no longer sympathize with my ancestors. This evil bloodline should be cut off."

"Now, this parasite has a more terrifying tool. It controls the plague. Because of my arrogant thoughts when I was dying, I used the mind seed on myself, and it merged with it in order to prevent me from being killed by the plague. , and control them.”

"Now it can be spread through plague. It becomes the most terrible curse."

"I should be glad that I built the wall early and opened the barrier. Now the village has been closed. No one can come in easily, let alone go out. I should be glad that even in the craziest time, I There was no attempt to open the barrier."

"That may be the only remaining reason warning me."

"But my sanity won't last long."

"Monica's death wakes me up. I can't let her sacrifice be in vain. I have to find a way to change everything..."

"Maybe I should destroy my mind-seed."

"Forcing two contradictory mind-seed spells on a person will destroy their brains and turn them into schizophrenic madmen. But I am dead and the villagers are dead. Destroying the mind-seed will At the same time, I should break the things that unite our souls into pieces. Maybe I should use this method to let everyone rest in peace..."

"For Monica..."

…

"Monica?"

"For a moment, I couldn't remember why Monica died."

"Who killed her?"

"...The pain is fading...I am forgetting Monica's death..."

…

"January 1st. It's a new day!"

"January 2nd. I am working hard to heal my villagers."

"January 4th. Everyone is happy."

"January 9th. I'm starting to miss Monica. How is she doing at school?"

…

"I should stop the spread of the plague!"

"We should be destroyed..."

…

"January 1st is another new day."

…

The rest of the diary is confusing and repetitive, as if Joachim's memories are constantly looping.

In some places, there are a lot of symbols and messy words with unclear meanings.

Celica looked at the diary in her hand and felt an indescribable chill in her heart, which was even more terrifying than the darkness in front of her.

The soul seed is too terrifying!

She packed up the diary. Although the diary was obviously not a "horcrux" as Murphy said, it at least recorded how to destroy the barrier, and it could also alert Murphy to the horrors of the mind seed.

She was about to leave this terrifying place and look for clues to the Horcrux elsewhere, when she looked up and saw the wall covered with ghostly symbols again.

The writing on the wall was very similar to what she saw behind the diary, and she suddenly realized that it was a spell.

"Notam servitutis (slavery brand)".

Could this be...a spiritual seed?

But at this moment, a loud noise of "Boom!" came, and a lot of dust fell above the cellar, as if there was a big explosion outside.

Celica didn't dare to stay any longer, so she wrote down the spell and ran out of the cellar.

However, the scene outside shocked her.

The original hut had been blown down, with only a small half remaining. Two figures flew staggered in the air, and flashes of spells exploded in the air.

A large number of villagers, holding various weapons in their hands, rushed towards the hut.

Someone even shot at Murphy in the air with a flintlock gun they didn't know where. Although it was inaccurate, it still made Celica scared.

Murphy's condition is quite bad. He uses phantom transformation and flight continuously, which greatly consumes his magic power. At the same time, he must deal with every attack of the ghost of Joasim, but the opponent does not have to consider defense at all. The problem is that he only needs to keep outputting, which brings him great defensive pressure.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!"

Murphy blocked it with an armor spell, but the latter's next attack arrived immediately.

"Wadi Wasi!"

The gravel in front of Murphy's flight path was hit by Joachim with a magic spell.

There was not much magic left to disembark at a high frequency. Murphy hurriedly turned around, but was still hit by a few stones. One of the sharp stones scratched his forehead, leaving him with a large wound.

Blood flowed into his eyes, causing him to involuntarily close his right eye, so he didn't see a zombie with a rotting scalp and a skull exposed above a two-story building on the right, and a medal hanging on his chest, and he fired the bolt.

"boom!"

There was a sharp pain in his abdomen, causing Murphy, who was struggling to hold on, to suddenly stall and fall from the air.

"Murphy!" Seeing Murphy smashing into a small building, Celica ran over anxiously.

Joachim's ghost also landed on the ground. With a wave of his wand, the debris was pushed away, revealing Murphy lying on the ground.

Although the latter used the armor spell to offset the impact when he landed, he still suffered a lot of injuries. At this moment, looking at the approaching ghost, he struggled to get up.

The magic power was almost exhausted, and there was no way to really cause harm to the enemy, but Murphy was surprisingly not afraid.

At this point, it's useless to think too much.

Let’s fight!

He raised his wand.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!"

"Armor protection!"

Joachim's ghost still had the advantage. He used seven or eight spells in a row. Murphy was unable to move and could only use the armor spell to block it every time.

Joachim kept disappearing and reappearing around Murphy, just to distract Murphy and disrupt his rhythm.

Gradually, a few more ghosts appeared out of nowhere and joined the scene. Although they could not cause any harm to Murphy, they could confuse his sight. Several zombies started to practice target shooting on Murphy with guns and other objects.

Armor curse, armor curse, armor curse...

The only thing that can help him now is this spell.

But defense has its limit, and a projectile hit Murphy's shoulder between the two armor spells.

He didn't even have the time to cry out in pain, and used an armor spell again to block another attack from Joasim.

He was in dire straits.

However, he was still calculating calmly in his mind.

Nothing, this is just another spell practice.

Forget everything else and focus on the task at hand.

Then just defeat him.

A kind of certainty that came from nowhere made him stand up straight.

He estimated where Joachim would appear next and the time of his attack. He estimated, checked, corrected, re-estimated, checked again, corrected again...

The attacks from Joachim and the villagers became more and more frequent, and it became increasingly difficult for him to cope with them, but in his heart, he became calmer and calmer.

Suddenly, Joachim disappeared from the right field of vision again.

Murphy's eyes narrowed. Joachim had repeated the same attack method three times. Murphy was 90% sure that the opponent would appear behind him and to the left.

He suddenly turned around, pointed his wand in that direction, and at the moment the opponent's phantom appeared, he uttered a spell: "Expelliarmus!"

The moment Joachim appeared, the wand was knocked away.

Almost at the same time, another voice came to mind outside the stadium: "Slavery brand!"