Chapter 308

Maybe one month, two months, one year, two years.

In a trance, Yat suddenly found that he seemed to have consciousness again.

It was as if someone was talking.

The sound seems to be separated by a layer of film, hazy, some can not hear clearly, and the language used is not familiar with Yat.

French? German? English? chinese?

Mixed with many kinds of pronunciation rules, it seems a little cumbersome, but the narration is smooth and light.

Ignoring the outside world and enduring a sense of stagnation and pain, Yat begins to observe himself for the first time.

The invisible black fog formed by the force of ominous doom is much weaker than that before the space storm.

Although he used the ability of crowing starbird, he was still traumatized in the space storm and was thrown away by the turbulence of the void. He did not know which crystal wall of the world he hit and lost consciousness.

In the center of the body of doom, the system, the more condensed spherical black mist, still stays there, slowly diverting the internal forces of doom out to supplement art's noumenon.

The system is protecting and treating him.

"Hoo --"

at the same time, he felt the power from the system, which was very suitable, even more suitable than the original ontology.

But because of the injury, he lost consciousness again, even with systematic protective treatment.

When he wakes up again, I don't know how long it has been, but he can feel that the soul he lives in, an extremely weak one, has grown a little bit compared with the last time.

It's like an embryo... No, the shape of a bird?

His body, the ominous black fog of doom, has been connected with this soul and has taken over the little soul in a penetrating way.

The consciousness carefully follows the extremely fragile spiritual bridge, comes to the body and takes over the body which is not yet fully formed.

There is no fully formed sense organ in the body, which makes him feel that he just feels as if he is curled up in an extremely narrow space. His intermittent perception is a slightly warm feeling, but because of the intermittent perception, he can not clearly sense the temperature of the liquid around him.

Can only feel by what kind of liquid immersion, as well as the body, extremely weak heartbeat.

Although his noumenon has been free from danger, it is still too weak to be released for exploration.

And the soul of this crow is also very weak, the amount of absorbed free spiritual power is not enough to supplement the consumption of spiritual power derived from the soul.

So, art did not use the spirit of crows to explore.

With a glance at the system that is still slowly, steadily, and without side effects, Yat sleeps again in a growing drowsiness.

As time goes by, art wakes up several times and goes to sleep several times. The soul of the crow gradually becomes "strong", and the body has been fully formed.

Tactile, auditory, and all sensory infrastructures except the closed eyes have been fully formed, but they are still relatively weak and not fully developed.

Art has an urge to change.

Because it's too weak.

Art, who has mastered the blueprints of many kinds of crows, is still good at remoulding.

But...

there is no material.

Moreover, when you come to a strange world, you need to act cautiously, and you can't make too much publicity.

Not familiar with swinging wings and feet, Yat controls the crow's body, and tries to spread its wings toward the eggshell around him without hurting himself.

Click -

the eggshell is broken, and Yat's body is completely exposed to the air, and the sparse, moist feathers are exposed to the air.

Because it was born a lot later, the eggshell was thicker than the normal crow when it was born.

His perception became clearer and clearer, and he began to find an interesting phenomenon - he seemed to shrink.

Or rather than shrinking, it becomes an embryonic state.

When he emerged from the eggshell, he opened his eyes.

A slight sour sensation comes from the eyeball.

The surrounding scenery came into view.

It's in a nest, but not in the wild, but indoors.

There are towels on the nest, and when art's body comes out of the eggshell, it pours directly on the towel, and the water on the feathers and body is sucked in by the towel.

"Still a little weak."

This crow is a very common crow...

Art's eyes scan his attribute bar.

[Name: black crow (Art)Occupation: Raven mage (lv19), night Wizard (Lv16), agent (lv13)

attributes:

strength: LV1 (lv19)

physique: LV1 (lv19)

Agility: LV1 (lv19)

spirit: LV1 (lv19)

State: weak]

the strength of each attribute of his noumenon is exactly the same as that of the crow mage, but the level of the host is the same Crow's body, all kinds of abilities and ordinary crows, except agility to 0.5, other attributes are less than 0.3.

No, it should be said that it is much better than ordinary crows.

After all, his host body is the chick of a crow.

After getting familiar with the manipulation of the limbs, art looks around.

This is probably a woman's room, and it should be young. All kinds of antique electrical appliances are all over the room -

Antique appliances such as TV, bread maker, microwave oven and so on.

The style of the room should be called European style? The mixture of British and French pastoral is gentle with a sense of tranquility.

There is also a mobile phone on the desk. When Yat looks at it, a message comes right in and makes it light up.

Curiosity makes Yat want to control his body to have a look, but just then, he hears the sound of feet.

A naked girl, about 15 or 16 years old, came running all the way in slippers. It seemed that she had just taken a bath, and her hair had not been dried. As she ran, water drops fell from her curly golden hair and onto the wooden floor, splashing slightly.

The chest, which was quite unexpected, trembled greatly as she stopped at the table.

"The figure is great, not the golden ratio, but the legs are very long. Mm-hmm, the leg length is really good, and the chest is also quite good. Is it C? No, should be counted as D?"

The awakening of the gentleman's soul, Yat looked at the girl's naked white body with interest:

"it's still a white tiger."

Because she lived alone, the girl who ran out of the bathroom when she heard the mobile phone ring didn't notice that a gentleman crow was staring at her naked body and marking scores wantonly.

She just picked up her phone and looked at the message on it -

[Fiona, it's time for hogmott School of witchcraft and wizardry in half a month. Are you ready? ]

[wand, magic, admission form...]

long messages are displayed on the mobile phone.

The girl Fiona uttered a Tut and muttered in disgust:

"you're so wordy, Anna."

After that, she recalled that all the information should be ready...

except for the magic.

"It's better to raise the devil by yourself. It's easier to carry out the contract and be more obedient..."

however, the crow egg has not hatched for some reason.

Originally she thought it was a dead egg. The crow inside had already died, but it did not.

So she continued to observe with a glimmer of hope.

Maybe we can hatch a special crow, what kind of albino crow, it's pretty, isn't it.

However, half a month has passed since the normal incubation time, and there is still no news.

"I knew I'd buy more crow eggs."

Fiona complained, and then sighed with resignation:

"now I can only buy a black cat or crow from Lady Basha's Witch shop...

while thinking about this, she turned her head a little irritably and glanced at the position of the crow egg.

Then there was a daze.

"Hatched!"

PS: this world is a bit similar to the magic world of Harry Potter, but there will be no original plot, just the settings of the Academy.

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