The desk was cleaned up by Amosta, and in order to avoid damage, even the candlestick and the photo of him and Grandma Felena were moved elsewhere.

Before starting the action, he glanced at the surveillance wall on the opposite side, and Hogwarts was peaceful, and nothing special happened.

After sighing, Amosta walked back to the bedside and retrieved his travel suitcase, searched for it, and took out a very oddly shaped candlestick.

The lower half of the candelabra was a voodoo doll with eyes the size of a baby's fist, teeth cracked under the earlobes, a head about half the size of a body, a dark body, and a swelling face with a terrifying smile.

And the material used to make this doll, Amosta is not willing to delve into it....

He bought the alchemical item from the Underworld's trading market, and the wizard who sold it was from Ouagadougou in Africa.

Of all the countries where magical civilizations thrive, Ouagadougou is probably the most chaotic region, and the reason for this is probably due to the impact of the complex Muggle social order in the region.

To this day, there are still many people living in the form of tribes, and the leaders of these tribes are usually witch sacrifices with a long tradition.

Tribal witch rituals still retain many of the most brutal and bloody spells that have been handed down from ancient times, and curses and sacrifices are what they do best, and to be honest, even a powerful wizard like Amosta would not easily provoke these perverts.

On the top of the voodoo doll's head, the upper part of the candlestick is a transparent tube containing the candle liquid, because the doll has not been used, so the tube is clean and there is no stain.

Next, it's time to make the candle liquid.

Amosta reached into the box again, and after a few moments, pulled out a vial of scarlet dragon's blood.

This bottle of dragon blood comes from the Norwegian red-scaled dragon that Amosta killed, and he collected a lot of dragon blood at that time, because he was afraid that a large number of shots would arouse the vigilance of the Ministry of Magic, so Amosta has a rich reserve of dragon blood.

As we all know, the fire dragon is almost full of treasures, especially the dragon's blood and nerves contain rich magical power, which is a very good potion raw material and spell casting material.

He poured the dragon's blood into the transparent tube above the voodoo doll's head, and looked at the crystal red mist on the surface of the slightly rippling liquid, Amosta nodded in satisfaction, and then, it was time to pay a little price.

Amosta shook his sleeves and exposed his arm, a dark silver light flashed in the dim air, and the gushing blood condensed into a winding stream under the influence of magic, precisely converging with the dragon's blood in the tube.

The office was filled with an ominous magic that seemed to swallow the light, and on the bookshelves, the glowing and steady candlesticks grew dimmer and seemed to be stained with dust.

Amosta's expression was solemn, two swirls in his lilac eyes seemed to be slowly circulating, he kept shaking his wand, and black tadpole-like magic words continued to emerge from the gray light between the wands, these tadpole magic words seemed to have vitality, they swam in the void in front of Amosta, leaving light-colored ink marks in space.

"Go--"

With Amosta's slightly majestic command, hundreds of tadpole demons suddenly rushed towards the dragon's blood mixed with Amosta's blood like tired birds returning to the forest.

A strange breeze suddenly rippled in the quiet room, and the tadpole demon text pushed the blood to rotate, and the sunken liquid surface burst out from time to time with blood-red electric light, which looked shocking.

Amosta's continuous injection of magic into it is like a gray air current, catalyzed by his own magic, the magic contained in the tadpole magic text gradually fused with the magic in the blood, and the dragon's blood gradually changed from a smooth liquid to a thick state, before the blood completely coagulated, Amosta plucked a handful of hair from his head and threw it in, so far, a red candle with a wick was finally made.

In the darkness, Amosta wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and his shoulders were slightly relaxed, but his expression was not relaxed.

"Peng!"

The lit candle emitted a nearly three-foot-tall, golden-colored, dark gray flame that looked like a voodoo doll's head was holding a burning torch.

It stands to reason that a candle that burns at such a terrifying rate can only be extinguished in a few minutes at most, but the thick body of this strange candle has never shrunk, as if it is not the liquid and wick that are consumed.

"It's up to you..."

Amosta's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he whispered, and then, standing upright in front of the voodoo doll, he raised his cane and pointed it to the sky, his expression was extremely solemn, and his low tone was more like a solemn oath!

"I, Amosta Blaine, have volunteered to accept an offer from Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to take up the position of Assistant Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts!"

Airplanes!

The moment the oath was settled, the air in the office suddenly shook violently, and an incomparably powerful and evil, forced current curse power to fall on Amosta across the isolation of time and space, and in a trance, his ears seemed to sound the terrible wails of countless tortured and brutally tortured people before they died!

At this moment, Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his slender desk in the round office on the eighth floor, suddenly woke up from his contemplation, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Amosta's office, his solemn and sharp blue gaze seemed to penetrate the barriers of the walls, and he looked at what Amosta was doing at the moment as if he were on the spot.

Voldemort's curse was transferred by Amosta's substitute as soon as it was applied to him, but the power of the curse that manifested its essence immediately rushed into the voodoo doll's body and shrewdly realized that he had been deceived.

An angry roar rang out from the void, and the cursed power containing the trembling magic power instantly formed a tangible, rapidly expanding dark bubble, and after enveloping the voodoo doll, it quickly approached Amosta!

Seeing that the magic that replaced the curse was about to fail, Amosta was not flustered, his eyelids moved slightly, and his slightly frowning eyebrows added a bit of majesty to his indifferent expression, and just as the dark bubble broke through and was about to be two feet in front of him, Amosta suddenly retracted his raised right hand, and the tip of the staff firmly resisted the power of the curse that had been transformed!

Call!

The swollen curse and the powerful magic that continued to spew from the tip of Amosta's staff swept through the office, filling every inch of space with a fleeting flash of gray lightning.

Even the images on the surveillance walls flickered continuously due to the violent magical magnetic field that encompassed the entire level.

The mysterious vortex in Amosta's eyes began to spin again, and all around his body was bathed in a thin and imperceptible glimmer of light, and the magic of the tip of the staff was like the tide of the sea under the ravages of a typhoon, and the wave became stronger than the wave!

As time passed, the bubble formed by the cursed power gradually faded, and it slowly shrank, inch by inch, and was forced back into the body of the voodoo doll.

And at the moment when it completely disappeared, a slender crack suddenly appeared on the towering nose of the smiling voodoo doll, and the originally vigorous burning magic fire seemed to have been hit hard, and in an instant, the height of the flame was only one-third of the original.

In the round office, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Headmaster Dumbledore's mouth, and he stood up unconsciously, and he slowly sat back with his hand on Fawkes's paw.

And Professor Lockhart, whose office is on the third floor, was about to go to sleep in the faculty dormitory with a sigh of anger, rubbing his eyes, and he suddenly felt stunned for some reason, and his tired and impatient body seemed to have come to his senses inexplicably, as if he had drunk a large jar of vitality tonic!

"Oh, lucky little Nika!"

Lockhart returned to his desk with a happy smile, and after pulling out the gorgeous peacock quills from the pen holder, he began to write.

"Congratulations on receiving my reply a day earlier!"

.....

"It's really not easy to deal with---"

In the messy room, Amosta stared at the voodoo doll with fine lines on her face, and finally showed a relaxed smile...

ps: I'm sorry to everyone, I have to bid on Tuesday, and I have to stay up late tonight to make a bid, and I can only change it on Monday, and I will make up for it when I have time.