The Druid Master of Hogwarts

As a world-famous foggy capital, the sky in London is always gray most of the time, especially at night, when even the lighting range of street lamps is extremely limited.

In this dim environment, a few stray cats were rummaging through the trash cans in a secluded alley looking for food for the night.

Sudden.

A dull red light shone in the sky above this unknown alley, disturbing the cats who were hunting for food.

The kittens were frightened, and fled in all directions in an instant, and hid in places they thought were safe.

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

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

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

The surrounding buildings are very unfamiliar, but it makes him faintly feel familiar.

"Where did I run to?"

Camelot looked suspiciously at the buildings that were both familiar and unfamiliar, and his eyes were a little confused.

The style of these buildings is neither like the Tmitene Magic Federation where they belong, nor like other human countries, nor can they be the architectural styles of elves, dwarves or other races.

It's a bit like the modern architectural style before I crossed...

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 isn't right, you bastard!

If he could return to the original world before he was injured, it would be impossible to ask for it, but now he is seriously injured, and the magic power in his body is almost dried up, so he cannot heal himself with magic at all!

"Damn...why did you throw me back into this world without magic power at such a time!"

Camelot slowly slid to the ground against the wall, feeling a little desperate.

...

Camelot is a transmigrator, and the reason for transmigration is very common, that is, he became seriously ill, could not be cured, and died on the operating table.

So when he opened his eyes again and found himself reborn into a little baby in the world of swords and magic, he was extremely lucky.

Not only can you live an extra life, but you can also get access to magic that used to exist only in fantasy. No matter how you think about it, you will earn it.

The place where Camelot was born is called the Duchy of Lanster, and it is a part of the Temitron Magic Federation.

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

Under this kind of social system, the children of the Tmitron Magic Federation have been accustomed to receiving magical education since childhood, even if Camelot was just a commoner child born in the countryside.

Although there is no system that exists in many novels, and there is no special physique as a golden finger, but with adult thinking and the knowledge reserve of different systems mastered on earth, Camelot still became a child at a very young age. A famous magical child prodigy.

Camelot, who made a name for himself, was soon admitted to the National Magic School of the Principality of Lanster and became a promising magic apprentice.

And Camelot also seized the opportunity, madly absorbing magical knowledge in school, and was rated as a three-striped magician at a young age.

In the Tmitron Magic Federation, magicians are divided into seven levels in total. Except for the first magic apprentices and the last no longer rated mages, magicians are divided into one to five lines from low to high.

The three-striped magician is in the Tmittern Magic Federation,

A large fief and a noble title can already be obtained.

But after reaching the three-pattern magician, Camelot seems to have reached a limit, because he has neither a system nor is he a descendant of an excellent bloodline. As a civilian mage, being able to achieve three-patterns is enough to make him He became a civilian icon.

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

In addition to occasionally completing tasks assigned by the Federation and obtaining research funds and materials, Camelot has been studying magic in his own territory.

With his unremitting efforts, Camelot was finally promoted to the Five Stripes little by little, and thus joined the Magic Council of the Tmitron Magic Federation...

Although at this time, he is already more than 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 maintains the appearance of a middle-aged man, but his lifespan is indeed reaching its limit.

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

However, becoming a magician is no longer something that can be achieved by hard work. It requires more talent, and Camelot, who was born as a civilian, is actually not very good at magic. He can become a five-pattern magician. , The eyeballs have been shocked, and it is almost impossible to become a magus.

What's more, Camelot has only a few years left to live.

In the more than two hundred years of becoming a magician, Camelot has tried to use various methods to improve his talent. Although there are some effects, it is not enough for him to become a magician in just a few years. realm.

Unwilling, he plunged into the major libraries, rummaging through all kinds of secrets that he didn't know whether it was true or false, and finally found an elf treasure that had been confirmed by many parties and could be confirmed to exist and help him. 's records.

The information pieced together from many secrets is not detailed or accurate. Some information that seems to be made up, and there are conflicts between them and cannot be confirmed. What Camelot can confirm is only that there are elves in the family. A treasure made from the crystal fragments of the World Tree, which has the function of greatly improving the affinity of magic.

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

Camelot, who was short on time, took this elf treasure that he didn't know existed as the last straw. He sold all his properties, bought an expensive magic equipment, and a large number of high-end invisible rings and spaces. Teleport scrolls, defensive spells and other magic items.

After that, he found a way to join the visiting group of the Temiton Magic Federation, followed them into the royal capital of the elves, and found an opportunity to sneak into the treasure house of the elves.

However, when Camelot entered the elf treasure house, he was also discovered by the anti-theft magic inside.

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

Finally, when he was about to lose his strength, he found a completely transparent irregular spar, which exuded a gentle white light that people wanted to get close to.

Camelot, who was already seriously injured, no longer hesitated, grabbed the stone, and forcibly activated all his spatial props in the elves' forbidden magic realm, forcibly tore one in the elf treasure house. hole, and then he burrowed in.

However, what people did not expect was that his space teleportation this time actually teleported himself back to Earth.

...

"Meow……"

The cat meowing from the depths of the alley made Camelot, who had already started to revolve, snap back to his senses.

"Damn! I almost died like this!"

Having come this far, of course Camelot would not give up just like that. He quickly mobilized the remaining magic power in his body and released a healing technique for himself that was inferior to even a magic apprentice.

Although this healing technique pulled his hips, it made Camelot, who was dying, regain a little 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 to the different world he traveled through, the flow of magic power in 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 magic power to keep him out of danger. of therapy.

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

Camelot tremblingly took out the elf treasure from his robe, which was exchanged for his entire net worth and his old life, and mobilized the small amount of magic power he had just drawn to inject it into it.

With the injection of magic power, a little white light once again appeared inside 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 suffer from excessive blood loss. The gradually cold body feels a lot more comfortable.

Camelot, who had already let go, frantically absorbed the surrounding magic power, and then poured all of it into the spar in his hand.

With the slow injection of magic power, Camelot also received 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 of crystal fragments of the World Tree, and it does have the function of greatly improving the affinity of magic, and even increases lifespan, enhances physique, enlightens wisdom, etc. Series buffs.

It's just that most of them are aimed at natural magic. Although other magics have improved, they are not much stronger than the methods he has used in the past.

In other words, even if Camelot successfully integrates this heart of nature, he cannot become a magus, because the highest level of nature magic has its exclusive title - Grand Druid.

"...Forget it, it's just a transfer, it would be nice to get a life back."

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

With the continuous injection of magic power from Camelot, the white light on the heart of nature became brighter and brighter, and as the halo gradually expanded, the spar gradually lost its substance and turned into a white light group. Floating on Camelot's palm.

At this time, Camelot was already exhausted. Although the light in his hand was getting brighter and brighter, he felt that his vision was getting darker and his body was getting heavier and heavier. Staring intently at the white light on his right hand, according to the feedback from the Heart of Nature, he must wait until the light group shrinks into a round bead of light before swallowing it.

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

"Hahaha... If you don't die, you will have good luck!"

Camelot, who had survived in a desperate situation, was ecstatic and tried his last strength, holding the beads in his hand and sending them to his mouth.

At this moment, a small gray shadow came out of nowhere, flashed past Camelot, whose vision was already blurred, and took away the white light beads in his hand.

"Meow~"

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