If There Are More Assessments, I Forfeit
Soul Casting is more like "doing whatever you want," and after some time of exploration, Wizet has also summarized some tips and tricks.
When dealing with creatures like the Acromantula, using the technique of Soul Casting can effectively limit the effectiveness of the spider silk, causing it to lose its advantage in the air.
By using Soul Casting to make the spider silk fragile and unable to support the Acromantula's rapid movement, dealing with them becomes much easier.
The Acromantula that were dangling in mid-air crashed to the ground like hailstones, only to be entangled by weeds and have their shells cracked.
Before long, they were also cleared out by Wizet and placed next to the pile of Evil Hound.
Venomous Giant Spider, Reed Bogey, Giant Thorn Bogey...
Three types of dangerous creatures appeared at the same time. Although their numbers were not as large as the previous two types, their attack methods became more diverse.
Nevertheless, these dangerous creatures did not cause Wizet much trouble when they attacked together;
He needs to focus more intently on observing and understanding the actions of those dangerous creatures, and discerning when they will launch an attack;
Dangerous creatures don't have many tricks up their sleeves. Perhaps it's because they've consumed Potions that, while enhancing their aggressive desires, has made them more reckless, acting purely on instinct and speed.
The solution is simple: when the Venomous Giant Spider drifts to a suitable position, it will break the spider silk, causing it to fall onto the mud monster, thus killing two birds with one stone.
Three piles of dangerous creatures, now defenseless, looked quite spectacular.
Wizet rubbed her temples. Using only Soul Casting to cope with the assessment was indeed quite mentally taxing.
Just as he was about to ask the witch how many more tests were left, he heard a strange noise coming from his pocket.
Dumbledore sent him a message via bookmark. "Wizet, I remember you have a map. Sirius Black seems to have invaded the castle. I need your help to inspect the entire castle."
"Sirius Black? He actually got into the castle?" Wizet frowned.
Just then, accompanied by the clanging sound of the iron gate, a stench wafted over.
The location where the witch was being received was right downwind. When the stench hit, she almost suffocated from the smell and quickly covered her mouth and nose, then moved to another direction.
Wizet, however, was unaffected. The mask he created was a magical artifact, naturally containing spells like the Bubblehead Charm, which could repel such scents.
A low growl was heard, and the entire Inner Castle Square trembled.
With a screeching drag, the nearly four-meter- Troll stepped out of the iron gate. Each step it took was like a heavy hammer blow, kicking up clouds of dust as it slammed into the ground.
Its body was triangular, its thick thighs were like the trunk of an ancient tree, and it held a wooden stick in its hand. Like a small, movable mountain, it charged toward Wizet with a thunderous roar.
Faced with such a colossal creature, the reception witch couldn't help but shudder.
She glanced at Wizet instinctively, and for some reason, she felt that Wizet seemed like a different person at that moment;
Just like the mask he wore, he exuded a cold and aloof aura.
"We're in a hurry," Wizet murmured, raising her Troll at the troll. "Riddikulus!"
Although the incantation he recited came from the Cutting Curse, the magic he actually cast was "Ancient Magic: Improved Cutting Curse".
This is a technique developed after gaining a deeper understanding of the soul, which can conceal his true intention to cast spells and cause a certain degree of interference to others.
A sharp, gleaming blade of light burst from the tip of the wand, flying straight toward the Troll.
The Troll's charge speed did not decrease; it simply swung its wooden club casually, trying to block the Ancient Magic: Improved Cutting Curse.
Whoosh!
The blade light released by "Ancient Magic: Improved Cutting Curse" burst forth with a sharp, light sound, instantly splitting into four blade lights, just barely dodging the wooden club swung by the Troll.
The four blades of light were extremely well-controlled, and the witch had to concentrate very hard to barely catch a glimpse of their trajectory.
It seems... it's heading towards the Troll's limbs?
The originally restrained blade light suddenly became bright the moment it touched the Troll's limbs, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
Amidst a chilling, piercing sound, the menacing Troll froze for a moment, followed by a hissing sound as blood suddenly gushed out like a fountain.
The Troll's body crashed heavily to the ground, but its legs, which were as thick as tree roots, remained standing and trembled incessantly.
One of its arms flew to the corner of the wall as it swung the wooden stick, while the other arm slammed into the ground.
The receptionist witch felt her heart pounding, her hands trembling involuntarily, and a chill ran through her.
How long had passed between when Wizet chanted the spell and when the Troll's limbs were severed?
Perhaps it will only take a few breaths?
A Troll with a danger level of XXXX was dealt with so easily?
She tried to search her memory, trying to find out which wizard in her career could have dealt with the Troll so effortlessly as Wizet;
She couldn't say for sure that there wasn't any, but she could say that under the circumstances, she was simply unable to suppress the shock and excitement in her heart, which led her to search for the relevant memories.
"Madam, is there any more assessment?" Wizet walked towards the reception witch. "If there is, I will abstain."
Looking at Wizet, who was holding a notebook and whose voice was colder than before, the reception witch didn't know how to answer for a moment.
She didn't speak until Wizet passed by her and gradually disappeared into the darkness. "It's over! We'll give you the Portkey later."
"Okay, thank you!" Wizet replied, taking the Marauder's Map out of his pocket. "I solemnly swear I will not do anything good!"
He was first drawn to the Great Hall on the map, which appeared as a dark mass, divided into four squares, with students' names piled up together, looking densely packed.
Around one of the squares, Wizet could see a name moving— Penelope Clearwater, presumably a Prefect, patrolling and calming the Ravenclaw students.
As for the other floors of the castle, you can see the professors' names.
Wizet gripped her wand tightly, pressing the tip against the Marauder's Marauder's Map, and Obscurus Core channeled Ancient Magic Power from its core. "Revelio! Luna Lovegood!"
Using Ancient Magic Power as a medium, by casting Tracking Spell and Flashback Curse on the Marauder's Map, one can lock onto a magical item and trace its origin after locking onto it.
However, if Ancient Magic Power is used as a medium, simply casting Tracking Spell will allow one to see the location of a specific person.
Just now, seeing Luna in the center of the Ravenclaw formation, presumably already asleep, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, and his brow relaxed a little...