HP Shavings Wizard

Understanding the rules by oneself and controlling the rules of heaven and earth are two different things. The rules contain too much knowledge that Alison cannot describe, which belongs to a higher dimensional existence.

Sometimes some fantasy novels and mythological novels that ordinary people fantasize about are not without reason. At least knowledge has weight, and this is true.

When the soul embraces that information, it will inevitably be changed by the large amount of information and abundant energy. Once this change becomes more and more, it will produce a qualitative change, and you will forget some of the obsessions you held and cherished before accepting the knowledge.

Just like humans can't understand the obsession of ants. They can probably get some basic information about organisms through observation, and can cleverly summarize the behaviors of lower organisms into the wisdom of biological evolution, but they can never empathize with those lower organisms.

Fortunately, Alison didn't.

So many times when she looks back and evaluates herself, she just says that she is lucky.

Like a dream, or like a tornado carrying heavy rain, strong winds, and countless colorful bubbles, the rules of death and the soul that she understood and did not understand appeared around her in all kinds of strange forms, and then actively and fiercely poured into the depths of her soul.

Having left its mark in the mythology of the Earth and having followed such rules, the gods now standing in a higher dimension seemed to cast a faint glance at this corner through various transparent box-like barriers, and then closed their eyes again with a lack of interest. Only the name of God engraved deep in the rules and which could not be read by lower-level beings remained, flickering and disappearing.

Trying to become a god and succeeding is not without its side effects.

Those rules more or less changed her soul. After three days of coma, Alison woke up again and even forgot how to speak like a normal person for a while.

For beings who control the rules, especially those that include the law of the soul, the easiest way to communicate is through the soul.

Alison's thoughts can be transferred to other people's souls on their own, allowing them to know her thoughts and even control living people like a necromancer controls undead creatures.

...It's okay to live a normal life. At least I can comfort myself, which saves the trouble of communication.

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When they saw the new medicine of the two magic potions that Alison had fooled them with their promises...

Alison blinked her blue eyes: "..."

Snape, who had resigned and left school long ago, and was elusive, sometimes appearing in Spinner's End to study potions seriously, and sometimes traveling around the world to collect potion materials, glared gloomily at the little bastard who never gave the (former) professor and dean peace of mind. It seemed that he had a professional disease acting up. He wanted to study and examine some difficult and complicated diseases.

Hmm, how come the one who brews potions isn't considered a type of doctor?

Alison politely but firmly rejected this answer in the soul communication - otherwise she would control the British birds to shit in Spinner's End every day and paint the former dean white.

Slughorn was recruited to work as an assembly line and product design consultant in several potion factories. Perhaps because there is strength in numbers, he had already mixed a potion based on the simple recipe of the ultimate potion that could also temporarily increase the damage of spells. Unfortunately, a lot of auxiliary ingredients were added to it, and the potion did not last long. Now he was studying how to reduce costs and increase efficiency.

As for the one Snape brought to talk to her father...

Alison stared at the bottle with black filaments like smoke swirling inside it with a subtle and speechless expression.

A potion that turns normal people into Obscurus?

I don't understand why anyone would buy something like this that has no antidote and is irreversible. The research is significant, but its practicality is probably not there yet...

Could it be that the several Harry Potter-related game worlds she'd experienced before were all the future of this place? Would the Hogwarts dueling arena soon be filled with a swarm of suicidal young wizards turning into Obscuruses and charging at each other?

...Professor Flitwick would definitely faint.