[Scorched] - the lowest rune of the witchcraft department.

[All the flames in the world will be used by you, and every attack you attack has the power to scorch all things, and you will be completely immune to all fire attribute damage. 】

This is the scorching rune that created the vengeful flame soul Brand.

As the first attack-type world rune that Lu Wu collected, its power is self-evident.

Just being immune to all fire attribute damage is enough to make countless people rush to it.

However, what puzzled Lu Wu was that the three world runes he had discovered so far seemed to be from the witchcraft department.

Could it be because the world he is in is related to the wizarding world?

But he didn't dwell too much, and now only three have been found, and the number of samples is far from enough, so it is difficult to judge.

Ending his inner thoughts, the mage tightened the straps of the scroll.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that the scroll behind him seems to be a little heavier than before.

"Albus, if there is nothing else to do for the time being, I will go back first."

"You're in for a problem with the soothing of those children, and you're clearly better at this kind of thing than I am."

After hearing his words, Dumbledore laughed: "You can go without worry, I am here without a problem." ”

The White Wizard knew that runes were very important, and there were many people in the arena, and there were many 'outsiders' with criminal records like Lucius Malfoy.

Therefore, it is safer to let the mage leave with the rune first.

After Lu Wu left, Dumbledore began to take the professors to do some aftermath work.

First, he sent the young wizards back to the common room of their respective branches, and told them to suspend classes for a day today and have a good rest.

Then he sent a dozen injured little wizards to the school hospital.

Most of them were burned by the flames, and a few were delirious because they had smoked too much smoke with the smell of sulfur.

Harry was the most seriously injured, his entire back was blistered by the heat, and his clothes were burned.

Fortunately, this kind of injury can only be regarded as a minor injury for the wizard, and it can be recovered with a little treatment.

And the most wronged of them all was Draco Malfoy, a young master, who accidentally fell off his broomstick and broke his leg while dodging a rune Bludger.

At first, Harlot, a liar, volunteered to help Malfoy with a spell.

As a result, Professor Snape, who knew his level, sternly refused, and then arranged for several Slytherin students to carry Malfoy to the university hospital.

Coincidentally, the nurses at the school hospital arranged the two unlucky blonde boys and Harry in two adjacent beds.

On the other side, Lucius, who had just been burned by the flames, rushed into the principal's office angrily after visiting his son.

Soon after he came out, he sent his son to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

As for Lu Wu, who didn't know anything about it, he was now in the office talking to the janitor Filch about the experiment.

Because Hogwarts was closed today, Filch came here early.

There were even gifts for the mage, albeit just ordinary little pastries, which were enough to prove how much he wanted to be a real wizard.

You know, even the great White Wizard never received his gifts.

"Has Lady Lorisy woken up? How is your physical condition? Lu Wu leaned back in his chair and chatted casually.

He didn't really care about the cat, but just casually politely.

Who knows, Filch took it seriously, and his heart was moved: "Thank you for the professor's concern, she is very good now, even healthier than before." ”

"Oh." Lu Wu nodded: "Then about the experiment, if you still have any questions, if you have, just say it." ”

"After the official start, I can't go back."

Filch immediately smiled flatteringly: "No regrets, no regrets, as long as I can cast spells, let me do anything!" ”

But then the conversation changed: "Well, I really have a little doubt." ”

"It's just... The janitor squirmed for a long time before he spoke, "Why are you helping me?" ”

"Or do you need me to do something?"

This is the question he has been thinking about all night last night and half of the day today.

Why did Professor Ryze help him?

Prior to this, because he wanted to gain the ability to cast spells, Filch had tried various home remedies, participated in countless correspondence classes for quick mantras, and was deceived by many people.

But these people are all purposeful, some for money, some for other things.

And the purple-skinned mage's goal, he couldn't figure it out.

After living for so many years, the gatekeeper with a miserable background has long understood that if you want to get something, you must have to pay accordingly.

Filch wasn't afraid to give, but he wanted to know what he was giving.

He still has the most basic bottom line, such as not betraying Hogwarts that took him in.

After listening to his question, the mage seemed to hear something interesting, and asked with a smile, "Do you still need a reason to help others?" ”

"Besides, I'm not helping you, just taking what you need."

"Assuming the experiment is successful, you gain the ability to cast spells, and I validate a conjecture, the best of both worlds, why not do it?"

As if afraid that Filch would not believe it, he continued: "You don't have too much psychological pressure, you just treat this as a small investment for me." ”

"Maybe in the near future, you might be able to help me."

The mage's words made Filch instantly feel that the person in front of him was simply an angel sent by God to save him.

Although he did not believe in the Muggle religion, Professor Ryze was definitely an angel.

As soon as he thought of this, Filch instantly felt that the mage sitting in front of him was lit up with a white holy light.

So he said incoherently: "Professor... Ah no, dear sir. ”

"Thank you very much for your help, once the experiment is successful, you can ask for anything in the future."

"Only I can do it, even if I fight for this life, I will definitely do it for you!"

"It's not that exaggerated." The mage had a faint smile on his face: "I'm sure you should know a lot of people like you, you can introduce us to you if you have the chance." ”

"Of course, sir." Filch's waist was pressed even lower.

Lu Wu got up and walked behind the janitor and said, "Then don't talk nonsense, let's start." ”

Then, before he could react, put your hand on his back.

The other hand was held on the rune called Scorching.

The power of the vast and pure runes was extracted, and then combined with the ubiquitous arcane particles in the air, Filch's body was brutally controlled.

And began to rampage through his body.