036 Not to be Underestimated


    Bryan meticulously cleaned up the desk, ensuring that even the smallest items, such as the candlestick and the cherished photo of him and Grandma Ferena, were carefully relocated to other ces to prevent any potential damage.


    Beforemencing the task of rearranging, Bryan cast a brief nce at the monitoring wall across the room. Hogwarts appeared serene, with no significant incidents taking ce at that moment. Letting out a sigh, Bryan returned to the bedside to retrieve his suitcase. After rummaging through it, he retrieved a peculiar candlestick.


    The lower section of the candlestick featured a voodoo doll with eyes asrge as a baby''s fist and teeth bared, extending below its earlobes. The doll''s body was ck, while its face, swollen and disying a terrifying smile, was roughly half the size of its body.


    Bryan preferred not to delve into the origins of this doll. He had acquired it as an alchemy item from the underground trading market, sold by a wizard hailing from wakadorga in Africa.


    Wakadorga, among the countries with flourishing magical civilizations, was known for its chaotic nature. This was perhaps due to the influence of its intricate Muggle social order. Even now, many people lived in tribalmunities there, with the tribal leaders usually being witches with extensive lineage.


    The tribal witches and wizards in Wakadorga still retained numerous ancient and brutal spells. Cursing and sacrifice were their favored methods, They performed dark rituals and practices that even a formidable wizard like Bryan preferred not to provoke.


    The upper part of the candlestick held a transparent tube containing candle liquid. Since the doll had not been used previously, the tube remained pristine, devoid of any stains.


    Next, it was time to prepare the candle liquid. Bryan reached into the box once more, retrieving a bottle of scarlet dragon''s blood. This particr bottle contained the blood of a Norwegian red-scaled dragon that Bryan had in. During the encounter, he had collected a substantial amount of dragon blood. Concerned about attracting the attention of the Ministry of Magic with excessive use, Bryan had amassed a significant reserve of dragon blood.


    As known to many, the body of a fire dragon held immense treasures, particrly its blood and nerves, which were infused with potent magical energy, making them ideal ingredients for potions and spellcasting.


    Bryan poured the dragon''s blood into the transparent tube atop the voodoo doll''s head. He observed the crystal-red mist forming on the surface of the slightly rippling liquid, nodding in satisfaction. It was now time to pay a small price.


    Rolling up his sleeves, Bryan bared his arms, causing a dark silver light to flicker in the surrounding air. The spurting blood from his arm condensed into a coagted stream, guided by the influence of his magic power, flowing urately into the tube, merging with the dragon blood.


    An ominous magic power permeated the office, seemingly capable of devouring light. The candlesticks on the bookshelf, once radiant, grew dimmer and dimmer, as if tainted by dust.


    Bryan''s expression turned solemn, the twovender vortexes in his eyes seeming to swirl in slow motion. With a steady hand, he continued to wave his wand, causing ck tadpole-like runes to emerge from the wand, their gray glow indicating signs of life. These tadpole runes swam in the void before Bryan, leaving faint ink-like traces on the space they traversed.


    "Go," Bryanmanded with a tone of mild majesty. Following his words, hundreds of tadpole runes rushed toward the mixture of dragon blood and his own blood, akin to weary birds returning to their nests.


    Suddenly, an eerie breeze swept through the tranquil room, the tadpole runes agitating the blood, causing it to spin


    Small blood-red electric sparks intermittently erupted from the undting liquid''s surface, creating a captivating yet disconcerting sight.


    Bryan continuously infused his magic power into the concoction, creating a gray current of air. Under the catalytic effect of his own magic power, the magic within the tadpole runes gradually merged with the magic within the blood, causing the dragon blood to transition from a smooth liquid to a viscous state. Just before the blood fully solidified, Bryan plucked a lock of hair from his head and dropped it in. At that moment, a vibrant red candle with a flickering wick was finally crafted.


    In the dimly lit room, Bryan wiped away imaginary beads of sweat from his forehead. He straightened his posture, his expression still serious.


    "Peng!"


    A towering me, nearly three feet high, emanated from the lit candle, surrounded by a dark gray halo. From a distance, it resembled a ming torch positioned above the voodoo doll''s head.


    By all ounts, a candle burning at such a staggering pace wouldst mere minutes before extinguishing. However, the stout form of this peculiar candle refused to diminish. It seemed as though the consumed elements were not the candle''s liquid or wick.


    "It is up to you," Bryan murmured softly, his eyshes trembling slightly. Standing before the voodoo doll, he held his wand upright, his expression profoundly solemn. His low tone seemed to carry the weight of an oath, as if conducting a momentous ceremony.


    "I, Bryan Watson, willingly ept the invitation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry''s Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, to serve as an assistant professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts," he intoned, the sound reverberating in the room.


    In that very instant, the air in the office trembled violently. A tremendously powerful and malevolent curse, forced into action, descended upon Bryan through the barriers of time and space. In a trance-like state, he seemed to hear the agonized screams of countless tortured and brutally murdered individuals in their final moments.


    Simultaneously, Albus Dumbledore, seated behind his desk on the eighth floor, jolted from his contemtion. He swiftly turned his head, fixing his sharp, solemn, blue eyes towards Bryan''s office. It was as if he could see, through theyers of walls, the exact events unfolding before Bryan''s eyes.


    As the curse''s power was directed towards him, Bryan had prepared a substitute, sessfully diverting the actual curse away. However, upon encountering the voodoo doll, the curse swiftly realized it had been deceived.


    An enraged roar reverberated through the void, transforming the cursing power, infused with trembling magical energy, into a tangible and rapidly expanding dark bubble. It engulfed the voodoo doll, hurtling towards Bryan!


    Observing the impending failure of the substituted curse, Bryan remainedposed. His eyelids fluttered, and his slightly furrowed brow added a touch of majesty to his otherwise indifferent expression. Standing two feet away, Bryan suddenly retracted his raised right hand, firmly pressing the tip of his wand against the materialized curse''s force.


    A strong gust of wind, created by the sh between the expanding curse and Bryan''s powerful magic, surged from the tip of his wand. It swept through the entire office, filling every inch of space with fleeting gray lightning.


    Even the images disyed on the monitoring wall flickered continuously due to the violent magic maic field that enveloped the entire floor.


    The enigmatic vortexes in Bryan''s eyes began spinning once more. His entire being bathed in a thin, imperceptible twilight. The magic consumed by the wand''s tip resembled the tide of a typhoon, each surge growing stronger than thest.


    As time passed, the bubble formed by the curse''s power gradually lost momentum. It began to shrink, inch by inch, eventually retracting fully into the voodoo doll''s body.


    At that very moment, a slender crack appeared on the voodoo doll''s grinning face, running across its prominent nose. The mes that had been burning vigorously diminished to a mere third of their original size.


    Within the circr office, Headmaster Dumbledore wore a wry smile on his lips. He stood up involuntarily, cing his hand on Fox''s paw, then slowly settled back into his seat.


    As for Professor Lockhart, his office located on the third floor, he had been on the verge of falling asleep in the faculty dormitory. His heavy breathing and the act of rubbing his eyes were interrupted by a jolt of energy akin to consuming arge jar of vitality tonic.


    "Ah, fortunate little witch!" Lockhart eximed with a gleeful smile, returning to his desk. He retrieved a magnificent peacock quill from the pen holder and began writing with great fervor.


    "Congrattions on receiving my response a day earlier!"


    "It''s truly challenging to deal with," Bryan muttered, his gaze fixed upon the voodoo doll with intricate markings. Finally, a rxed smile crossed his face...


    Author''s Note: The things about wakadorga in the above text is a fiction, the ce is also imaginary but if it matches with the name of a ce then that is just a coincidence.


    /FicFrenzy