Albert College

Chapter 1 Meeting the Ghost

This is an old European-style castle building.

As the only remaining student dormitory that has not been renovated, it has stood in the southwest corner of the Albert National Academy of Magic for hundreds of years.The long history makes it reveal a kind of old dignity. The interior of the building is dominated by golden and red tones. The candles on the wall lamps are burning steadily, and the dim light reflects the rigorously composed still life decorative painting on the opposite side.Walnut doors divided the long hallway, several of which were closed for curfew.The flat marble columns on both sides of the door extend upwards, forming an elegant arc, and the scroll decorations with complicated lines are distributed on it, which is exquisite and luxurious.

However, if you look closely, you can find some blood splashes in the inconspicuous place by the door.The bloodstains blended with the dark wallpaper, which had been blackened by time.

It was left three days ago by a late returning senior.He sneaked out for a drink, lost track of time, and came back drunk, slamming his head against the door—that's how Student Affairs explained it.But the drunk insisted he saw a ghost and was attacked.

There is a powerful magic barrier around the academy, and it is impossible for dark creatures to enter. Besides, the ghost has disappeared from the mainland for hundreds of years, and he was unconscious at that time, so no one took his words seriously. thing.

But Caesar Vallière didn't think so.

First, the hapless student had a subtle bruise on his wrist that looked like someone had grabbed it hard.Second, when he was found, the guy's hair and clothes were covered with a layer of frost, even if it was late autumn, this would not happen indoors.

So something did happen here.

Interesting.

Pinning his black hair behind his ears, Caesar took out a gold watch from his pocket to check the time again.Ghosts only come out from twelve to two in the middle of the night, and it's eleven forty-nine.

He has already used bone powder to outline two sets of complicated magic circles on the ground, one for sealing and one for protection.Standing on the protection circle, he can avoid the attacks of most magical creatures including ghosts. In the middle of the sealing magic circle, there is a red gemstone, which is gray in color and has no luster. It is just a cheap stall.But it doesn't matter, ghosts don't care much about the price anyway, as long as it's red, they like it to death, and it's easier to attach to it, probably because the color looks like blood.This is convenient for him to seal the ghost in the gem.

Although he was just here to try his luck, Caesar still made thorough preparations.He spent more than 40 hours in the library, searching for information about ghosts, analyzing and integrating them, and then made this magic circle.

But if he really can't handle it, unlike the idiot drunk who can't walk, he can run away.The ghost only moves with the possessed thing as the center of the circle, so it will not follow anyone's ass and chase after it.

The only thing to note is that ghost possessions are very unstable, as long as there are eligible attachments around, they can easily transfer from one thing to another, which can increase the range of their movement.

But as long as he's careful, he'll be fine.Moreover, he is also prepared to take responsibility for his own decisions.

Time passed minute by minute.fifty points···

55 points···

Caesar counted the time boredly.

56 points···

crackle.

The abrupt voice suddenly broke the calm, like a sharp knife piercing the covering curtain.

Crackling, crackling.

There were crisp footsteps from the depths of the corridor, the sound of leather boots hitting the wooden floor, from soft to loud, getting closer.

Caesar's nerves tensed for a moment, his eyes were fixed on the closed door, and a series of spells had already reached his throat.

As if aware of it, the footsteps stopped abruptly, and the hand was turned quietly, with a creepy unhurried pace, like a cat teasing a dying mouse.However, Caesar still stood there unmoved, waiting for the final result to be revealed.

Who would it be, what would it be?

The door opened slowly.

A white corner of the clothes flashed through the crack of the door, and then Caesar saw the person standing at the door.

"... Kafir?"

I didn't expect that there would be a person standing here. Kafir Rodriguez, who had short dark green hair and slender eyes, was obviously taken aback.He took a sharp step back, and the white prefect uniform accidentally rubbed against the dried blood, staining it with a dark stain, causing him to gasp.

"Tsk, I'm going to make an opinion one day and ask the people above to change this damn suit to black."

After frowning and muttering something, Kafir looked up at Caesar, and asked in surprise: "It's so late, what are you doing here? It's too dark, you should go back, it's a bit dangerous here. I'm here at this time Thought you would study in the library."

To be honest, Caesar didn't want to talk to him very much, he didn't know this guy very well.Then again, he didn't know anyone very well.So he glanced at Kafir lightly, and replied concisely: "Nothing."

"You're too cold." Kafir shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then narrowed his eyes, showing an amiable smile.This is Kafir's signature expression. Although he doesn't know him very well, Caesar feels that he can't see his eyes a few times a year-but he can't even see this guy's face a few times a year.

"You have to know that there are many little girls in the first grade who wanted to strike up a conversation with you, but unfortunately, you froze them away. If you continue like this, you will have to live with parchment and magic books for the rest of your life."

Caesar has heard a lot of similar things, but most of the others would say "Your brain is full of parchment" or "Ice cubes like you should stay with polar fur beasts", Kafir is considered relatively mild.

But for a long time, Caesar has been used to using his sharp teeth to firmly block other things out, no matter whether it is good intentions or malicious ones.

So he counterattacked mercilessly: "I don't want to be like you, laughing around like a fool, and then spend a lot of precious time counting love letters. Maybe you would like to leave quickly and give me a chance to do business .”

Hit by the sarcastic remarks for no reason, Kafir's smile froze on his face, and he blinked his eyes in bewilderment.

"Okay. I'm just here for a routine inspection. After all, something just happened here. You do look busy... But if you don't have anything important to do, it's better to leave quickly, or keep this , I don't want to see anything happen to you."

As he said that, he walked towards the corner of the wall, as if he planned to carefully bypass the formation on the ground to Caesar's side, and then hand something to Caesar.

But just when Kafir had just taken three steps, the door behind him twisted suddenly.

No, what is distorted is not the door, but the space.Like a awakened monster, Danger stretched out its sharp claws from the darkness.Wisps of milky white mist appeared without warning, pouring in from all corners, slowly and misty but undeniable, driving the warmth brought by the pale yellow light of the candles out of the room inch by inch.The temperature began to drop, and soon the vision in the corridor became unclear, as if a layer of light veil was covering the eyes, and the window panes were covered with frost at an extremely fast speed.

A warning of danger flashed in Caesar's heart, he rushed over and threw Kafir who was standing there blankly.At the same time, a transparent bluish tentacle-like thing grazed past their heads and plunged straight into the opposite wall.

"what is this?"

Kafir's eyes widened, and the obtrusive smile finally receded from his face.

Caesar ignored him, but grabbed his collar and rolled to the side.

Yet the tentacle was faster than him.The thing swung at them with a whistling wind, only narrowly shattering them.

At that moment, Kafir finally showed his strength as a prefect. He pulled out a platinum ring on his hand—probably the thing he was going to give to Caesar just now, and pressed it on the small protrusion on the right. one time.A burst of strong flashes came out from the ring, and Caesar couldn't help closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he found a faint light curtain covering them, and the tentacles were firmly wrapped around them.

They are safe and trapped at the same time.