"Hehehehahaha-"

The dark wizard with dark circles under his eyes from Southeast Asia in front of him stared at Xiwen, curled the corners of his mouth evilly, and let out an extremely ugly laugh.

The laughter was so ugly that Xiwen couldn't bear to hear it, and he couldn't help but kick it with a flying kick.

The dark circles under his eyes were maintaining their evil appearance at this time, and he didn't notice Xiwen's movements at all, and he was kicked out directly, falling to the ground and howling in pain.

"You carry out a sneak attack, you are despicable!" He shouted.

The dark circles are too confident and careless in the face of such a young little wizard, and they never imagined that this young man would engage in a sneak attack!

Xiwen looked at the weak opponent with some speechlessness, silently walked forward, and kicked his wand aside.

"Is your master really the evil demon god, how could he be so visionless?" Xiwen couldn't help but say.

The dark circles were originally trying to reach out and grab his wand back, but Xiwen kicked it too far, and he didn't do it, so he could only snort coldly and said: "The master is such a great existence, it is definitely not something that a weak person like you can guess!" ”

The corners of Xiwen's eyes jumped, and he always felt that this person had something wrong with his brain.

"Tell me, what kind of being is your master?" He stepped on the dark wizard's hand and asked in a deep voice.

"My master, that's a demon king with incomparably powerful strength, what great wizard Dumbledore, Dark Lord Grindelwald, those false titles are all touted, they don't deserve to carry shoes for their masters!"

The dark circles were talking about boasting, but there was nothing substantial in them that could help Xiwen.

Xiwen also became a little impatient after listening to the sycophants for a long time, and pulled out his 14-inch wand on the spot, trying to knock him directly to the ground.

But the next moment, the dark circles suddenly moved with agility the moment Xiwen pulled out his wand1

He spoke Indonesian, which Hibun did not understand, and recited an extremely complex incantation.

Then, a steady stream of black mist emerged from his hand and slammed into Xiwen's body frantically.

"It doesn't seem to be exactly a joke either."

Seeing this scene, Xiwen nodded approvingly, and prepared to induce the power of the blood curse deep in his bloodline to resist.

However, before he could activate the Blood Curse, as if he was being pulled by the black mist, the Blood Curse took the lead in moving on its own.

Xiwen was slightly stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then realized that these black mist had a familiar feeling.

"Maledigus Blood Curse?" He asked with some confusion as he looked at the dark circles under his eyes that were still lying on the ground chanting incantations.

Xiwen allowed the power of the blood curse to turn into scales covering the surface of his body, and did not resist the invasion of this curse.

The black mist gradually burrowed into his body along the gaps in the scales, and then all of them were exploited by the power of the blood curse that emerged near the scales, and finally all of them were devoured, turning into different nutrients and fusing into Xiwen's bloodline.

The dark circles under his eyes lying on the ground and struggling to chant mantras looked at Xiwen's indifferent performance, as well as his uninjured figure, and couldn't help but blush with anger.

So he used all his strength to speed up the speed of the incantation, so that the speed at which the black mist gushed out greatly increased.

And in front of him, Xiwen's efficiency in absorbing this power has also been greatly enhanced......

After reciting a long spell under his eyes, he finally lost his strength, and lay on the ground panting, his eyes glazed over.

"Why don't you have anything?" His language changed back to English, and he said with a look of despair.

Xiwen chuckled softly and asked rhetorically, "Do you demon god servants only use such a few moves?" Why didn't you control the black curtain that suppressed the magic power, or choose to cast the Myledigus Blood Curse on others? ”

"I've seen another dark wizard in the forest, the one who can at least manipulate the blackened animals to attack, how come you can't even do this?"

The dark circles under his eyes suddenly realized, and he said loudly: "Yes, I still have this ability!" Wait, you're done! ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, and it took him a long time to remember the spell that controlled the carcass of the animal, and he closed his eyes and was ready to start chanting.

But where would Shewin give him such a chance?

Siwin silently took out a potion from his pocket watch space before he could start chanting the spell - it was the elixir he had exchanged from Professor Slughorn in his first year, and he had never had a chance to use it, so the dosage was still sufficient.

When the dark circles began to recite the incantation, Xiwen quickly poured a part of the truth elixir into his mouth on the spot.

For this kind of dark wizard who willingly degenerates and becomes a servant of the demon god, Xiwen feels that there is no need to insist on only three drops in the spirit of humanitarianism. What if because he has a demon god protector and three drops are not enough?

So the small half bottle of the truth elixir entered the mouth of the dark circle in this way, and it entered his stomach in the subconscious opening and closing.

By the time the dark circles realized that something was wrong, it was too late, and the eyes he opened in a panic turned very dull and stiff, and Tong Kong stared at the dark sky without focus.

"Tell me why you became what you call a servant of your master." Seeing that the elixir of truth was in effect, Xiwen sat leisurely next to the dark circles under his eyes and asked.

"My name is Sukarno, and I am a very ordinary wizard apprentice in Indonesia. A year ago, I had been bullied by those high-ranking apprentices, who even robbed me of the potions I had worked so hard to make. So I felt very sad and angry. The dark circles said in a voice without any undulations.

"But fortunately, when I dreamed at night, I dreamed of my powerful master, who promised me great strength and the right to eternal life as long as I did things for him."

"So you agreed immediately after listening to what he had to say?" The corners of Xiwen's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Dark-eyed Sukarno replied in an undulating voice.

It seems that this dark circle belongs to the kind of person who lacks a string in his brain. Xiwen put his hand on his forehead and complained helplessly.

What kind of heart do you have to believe what others say......

Xiwen rubbed his eyebrows, and then asked, "So tell me anything you know about that demon god." ”

"My master has very powerful magical powers, what great wizard Dumbledore, Dark Lord Grindelwald, those titles are blown, they are not worthy of carrying shoes for their masters." Sukarno said expressionlessly.

Hearing this, Xiwen's expression became very exciting, and he suddenly felt that the demon god had chosen such a strange servant quite hastily.

"Dare to love that you weren't patting your ass just now, do you really think so......"

"Yes." Sukarno said.

"Stop, I didn't ask you that......" Xiwen continued to ask speechlessly. So do you know why the Demon God chose you as a minion? ”

Sukarno, still with a sluggish and stiff countenance, said to Shivan, "Because I have enough negative emotions, this gives my master the opportunity to disperse a trace of power from a seal and attach it to me. ”

Heven didn't expect anything useful from him, just casually asked, but Sukarno's words lifted his spirits.

"Does the demon god have to rely on negative emotions to possess him? Or is it that negative emotions can amplify his power? Xiwen hurriedly asked.

"I don't know." Sukarno said with a dull expression.

Xiwen shook his head helplessly, and knew that it was indeed a little difficult to judge the source of the demon god's power.

But this was an extremely important discovery, as the situation over the next nine months would be marked by fierce warfare between both the Muggle and wizarding worlds. And war is precisely the situation that can most arouse people's negative emotions on a large scale!

If this demon god can really rely on negative emotions to amplify his power, then it is very likely that he will completely break free from that weak seal after the war breaks out, and then invade this world that is already in civil strife!

Xiwen's face finally became solemn.

"Do you know anything else?" He wanted to come up with some more words, so he asked again.

Sukarno's sluggish and stiff expression changed for a moment, but he didn't say anything, and his face returned to his expressionless state.

Xiwen knew that this was because the problem was too broad and beyond the scope of the function of the truth elixir, causing Sukarno's already small brain capacity to think about it.

So he thought for a moment and asked in a different way: "Or, what did you learn from your master?" ”

"I've learned a lot of magic, and these are dark spells that can only be achieved with the help of the master's power." Sukarno said.

"I was able to unleash the Dark Barrier that forcibly absorbed life force in order to provide more energy to my master; Able to use the Meredith Blood Spell to turn wizards into animals without human consciousness, making it easier for their masters to absorb their lives; I've also learned necromancy and am able to control the movement of animal carcasses that have absorbed all their life force......"

Xiwen's face became very ugly as he listened to these spells, which were more evil than the other. He even had the rare urge to slash this scum to death on the spot with a single sword.

However, just as Xiwen wanted to take out his alchemy sword from the pocket watch space, he suddenly became vigilant.

Because the last time he fell into the dark enchantment, it was because Newt made the action of killing the yin-yang-faced dark wizard, which made him instinctively have the idea of life and death, which caused the demon god behind the dark wizard to possess him.

If Dumbledore hadn't felt it in time, he and Newt would have been in the hands of that demon god......

So Xiwen forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, and continued to frown and listen to those evil forbidden spells in Sukarno's mouth.

“…… I had a bad brain, so I wrote down all the memories I had received from my master and wrote them down in a notebook, which I kept close to my chest pocket and could look through them at any time. Sukarno explained the evil spells without any hesitation, then fell silent and became sluggish and stiff again.

Shivin frowned, and groped for a tattered cloth bag from Sukarno's coat pocket, and inside the rag bag was a flat, long-shaped object, which seemed to be the book he was talking about.

"Is there a protective spell on this bag and the notebook inside?" To be on the safe side, Xiwen asked again.

"Nope." Sukarno said expressionlessly.

Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief and opened the tattered cloth bag.

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