The Druid Master of Hogwarts

　　 As a world-renowned foggy city, London’s sky is always gray for most of the time, especially at night, even the lighting range of street lights is extremely limited.

　　 In this dim environment, a few stray cats were rummaging in a trash can in a remote alley looking for food tonight.

Sudden.

　　 A dull red light shone in the sky above this unknown alley, which disturbed the cats who were looking for food.

　　 The kittens were frightened, and immediately fled around, hiding in a place where they thought they were safe.

After the dull red light in the sky flickered a few times, the space it was in was distorted like a mass of crumpled paper. Accompanied by a sound of tearing cloth, a figure covered in blood came from The void was squeezed out.

　　 "Cough cough cough... finally escaped..."

　　 The figure staggered for two steps, reached out his hand to support the wall and barely stood still, then looked around.

　　 The surrounding buildings are very unfamiliar, but they make him feel a little familiar.

　　 "Where did I go?"

　　 Camelot looked at the familiar and unfamiliar buildings around him suspiciously, his eyes a little confused.

　　 The style of these buildings is neither like the Temiten Magic Federation where they are located, nor is it like other human countries, and they are not even the architectural styles of elves, dwarves, or other races.

　　 is a bit like the modern architectural style before crossing...

correct! This is the architectural style before the crossing!

　　 Camelot's mouth opened slightly, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

　　 The timing is wrong, bastard!

　　 If he could return to the original world before he was injured, it would be desirable, but he is seriously injured now, and the magic in his body is almost dried up, and he can't heal himself with magic!

　　 "Damn... why throw me back into this world without magic at this time!"

　　 Camelot leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the ground, feeling a little desperate in his heart.

　　……

　　 Camelot was a traverser. The reason for traversing was very common. He was seriously ill and could not be cured. He died on the operating table.

　　 So when he opened his eyes again and found that he was reborn on a little baby in the world of swords and magic, he was extremely thankful.

　　 can not only live one more life, but also get access to magic that once existed only in fantasy.

　　 The place where Camelot was born is called the Duchy of Lanster, and he belongs to the Magic Federation of Temiten.

The Tmiten Magic Federation is a joint force composed of multiple small countries. The leader of each country is not a king, but a magician who has won the title of a great magister. These magicians who rule the small country are composed of magicians. The Magic Council is the real authority of the Tmiten Magic Federation.

　　 Under this kind of social system, the children of the Tmiten Magic Federation have been accustomed to receiving magic education since childhood, even if Camelot was just a civilian child born in the country.

Although there is no system that exists in many novels, and there is no special physique as a golden finger, the knowledge of adult thinking and different systems mastered on the earth still allows Camelot to become a child at a very young age. A well-known magic prodigy.

　　 Camelot, who became famous, was soon recruited by the National School of Magic in the Duchy of Lanster and became a promising apprentice of magic.

　　 And Camelot also seized the opportunity, absorbing magic knowledge frantically in school, and was rated as a three-stripe magician at a young age.

　　 In the Temiten Magic Federation, magicians are divided into seven levels. Except for the first magic apprentices and the final magicians who are no longer rated, the magicians are divided into one to five patterns from low to high.

　　 The three-stripe magician has already obtained a large fief and a noble title in the Temiten Magic Federation.

But after reaching the three-stripe magician, Camelot seems to have reached a limit, because he has no system, and he is not a descendant of an outstanding bloodline. As a civilian mage, being able to achieve three-stripes is enough for him. He has become a commoner idol.

　　 However, Camelot was not reconciled. Whether it was his inexplicable self-esteem as a traverser or the pursuit of magic that he had been fascinated with, Camelot did not relax after obtaining the title and territory of the nobility.

　　Except for occasionally completing tasks laid down by the Federation and obtaining research funds and materials, Camelot has been studying magic in his own territory.

　　 With his unremitting efforts, Camelot finally advanced to the five patterns bit by bit, and therefore joined the Magic Council of the Temiten Magic Federation...

　　 Although at this time, he is already over two hundred years old.

　　The power of magic can make Camelot live longer than ordinary people. Even if he is more than two hundred years old, he still maintains the appearance of a middle-aged man, but his life span is indeed reaching its limit.

　　 Camelot, who is already in the wind, is not afraid of death, but he still can't let go of the mystery of magic. He wants to go further and see the scenery after becoming a magister.

However, becoming a magister is not something that can be done by hard work. It requires more talent. The magical talent of Camelot, who was born as a commoner, is actually not good. He can become a five-stripe magician. , The eyeballs have exploded, it is almost impossible to become a magister.

　　 What's more, Camelot's life span has not been left for a few years.

In the two hundred years of becoming a magician, Camelot has tried various ways to improve his talents. Although there are some effects, it is not enough to make him a magician in just a few years. realm.

Not reconciled, he plunged into the major libraries and rummaged through various secrets that did not know the true and false, and finally found a certain elven treasure that was confirmed by many parties and could be sure to exist and be helpful to him. The record.

The information pieced together from many secrets is not detailed or accurate. After removing some information that seems to be fabricated and conflicts with each other and cannot be confirmed, what Camelot can confirm is only in the elves. A treasure made from the crystalline fragments of the World Tree, which has the function of greatly enhancing magical affinity.

But what exactly this treasure looks like, what its name is, and how it is used can't be confirmed in the pieced together information. I only know that it will emit a mild white light, giving people a feeling that they can't help but want to get close. .

Camelot, who didn’t know if it existed, regarded this elven treasure as his last life-saving straw. He sold all his properties, bought an expensive suit of magic equipment, and a large number of high-end invisibility rings and space. Teleport scrolls, defensive spells and other magic items.

　　 After this, he tried a way to join the visiting group of the Temiten Magic Federation, followed them into the royal capital of the elves, and found a chance to sneak into the treasury of the elves.

　　 But when Camelot entered the Elf Treasury, he was also discovered by the anti-theft magic inside.

　　 The guards of the elves arrived quickly, Camelot frantically threw out various magic props to block the guards of the elves, while looking for the mysterious treasure in the treasure house.

　　 Finally, when he was about to be unable to support it, he found a completely transparent irregular spar with a gentle white light that made people want to be close.

Camelot, who was already seriously injured, no longer hesitated, grabbed the stone, and forcibly activated all of his space props in the forbidden domain of the elves, and forcibly tore one in the elven treasure house. Hole, and then he dived in.

　　 However, what people did not expect was that his space teleportation actually teleported himself back to the earth.

　　……

"Meow……"

　　 The meows from the depths of the alley made Camelot, who had already started to walk around, suddenly came back to his senses.

　　 "Damn! I almost died like that!"

　　 has come this far, Camelot certainly won't just give up like this, he quickly mobilized the only magic power in his body, and released himself a healing technique that was inferior to a magic apprentice.

　　 Although this healing technique stretched his hips, Camelot, who was dying, regained a bit of energy. He began to try to absorb the magic power in the air, but he did not expect that he would actually perceive the existence of magic power.

It's just that compared with the other world he traveled through, the magic flow of this world is relatively slow, and the quality is also a little worse. His current situation simply cannot support him to absorb enough magic power to release enough to save him from the danger of life. Therapy.

　　 "It looks like I can only take a gamble..."

　　 Camelot tremblingly took out the elven treasure from his robe that he had acquired all his wealth and life, and mobilized the small amount of magic power he had just drawn, and injected them into it.

With the injection of magic power, a little white light appeared in the spar that had lost its light. Although it was extremely weak, it gave Camelot a warm feeling like a mother's embrace, causing him to lose too much blood. The gradually cold body is much more comfortable.

　　 Camelot, who had already let go, was frantically absorbing the magic power around him, and then poured them all into the spar in his hand.

　　 With the slow infusion of magic power, Camelot also got feedback from the spar itself.

There is a slight discrepancy between the situation of the treasure and the content recorded in the data. It is indeed made from the crystalline fragments of the world tree, and it does have the function of greatly increasing the affinity of magic, and even increases the lifespan, strengthens the physical fitness, and enlightens the wisdom, etc. Series gain effect.

　　 It's just that most of these are for natural magic. Although the magic of other schools has improved, they are not much stronger than the methods he has used in the past.

　　 To put it another way, even if Camelot successfully merged with this heart of nature, he would not be able to become a magister, because the highest level of nature magic has its exclusive title-Archdruid.

　　 "...That's it~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's just a conversion. It's not bad to get your life back."

Camelot, who has no choice, can only comfort himself like this. Fortunately, the spells of the Druid family are not the same as the normal magicians. Although they also have a series of regular spells, they are more based on personal The affinity for various animals and plants in nature, and awakening of different spells, does not need Camelot to worry about how to learn druid spells.

With the continuous injection of magic power by Camelot, the white light on the heart of nature is getting brighter, and as the halo gradually expands, the spar gradually loses its substance and turns into a white light cluster. Floating on Camelot's palm.

At this time Camelot was already exhausted. Although the light ball in his hand became brighter, he felt that his vision was getting darker and heavier and heavier. However, he was desperate now. Staring fiercely at the white light on his right hand, according to the feedback from the heart of nature, the light must be reduced to a round light bead before it can be swallowed.

　　 Just when Camelot felt that he was about to be unable to hold it, the light ball in his hand suddenly swelled, and then quickly contracted inward, quickly forming a round bead emitting a mild white light.

　　 "Hahaha...If you survive a catastrophe, you will have luck!"

　　 Camelot was ecstatic, trying his last bit of strength, holding the bead in his hand and sending it to his mouth.

　　 At this moment, a small gray shadow sprang out from nowhere. It flashed past Camelot, whose vision had been blurred, and took away the white light-emitting bead in his hand.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Before Camelot lost consciousness, he heard such a milky meow.