Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

In most people's impressions, wizards are seen as offensive artillery on the battlefield, AOE users whose spells are all magnificent. 

Fireballs, frost bolts, and similar spells are just low-level techniques; on the battlefield, spells like blizzards, firestorms, and chain lightning are the most common and glamorous—at least that's what most people, who don't truly understand the mage profession, think.

But in reality, wizards do not only use transmutation spells. 

In other words, a wizard who only knows how to use transmutation spells is as strange as a warrior who only knows how to wield a kitchen knife. 

In the world of Warcraft, arcane magic has nine major schools—of course, there is now a tenth school, and transmutation is just one of them. 

This school of magic may be effective against non-spellcasters and can be quite intimidating. 

However, in a civil war among mages, the scene is completely different. 

Transmutation spells are often sidelined, and the battles are nothing like the glamour people imagine; instead, they seem very bizarre. 

Yet within this strangeness lies a web of calculations. 

An orc warlock sinisterly pointed his skeletal staff at the city wall, igniting one outstanding human soldier after another. 

As soon as someone made any progress against the orcs, he would send that person a blast of Fel flames, ensuring that unfortunate soul would die in pain and wails. 

Now, he had used this method to kill five powerful warriors in succession and had his sights set on the sixth—a dual-wielding swordsman who had just toppled an ogre, ready to strike again. 

However, the next moment, it was he who was ignited. 

A mage from Dalaran seized the opportunity to counter his spell, and the chaotic flames turned against the caster himself, quickly reducing the warlock to ashes. 

Another warlock frequently used fear magic on the human soldiers. 

No matter how powerful a warrior was, facing this primal fear could not be avoided, and the impact was lethal on a battlefield filled with flashing blades. 

Exposing a weakness meant death. 

Yet he suddenly discovered that his fear spell inexplicably lost its effect; the human soldiers became completely immune to his influence. 

He tried repeatedly, changing his targets over and over, but nothing worked. 

For a moment, he thought he had failed to cast his spell. 

However, the backlash from a failed spell did not affect him. 

After a while, he realized that it wasn't his spell failure but that the enemy's spellcaster had dispelled his magic. 

Unfortunately, by the time he figured this out, it was too late. 

Because his opponent had long since set his sights on him. 

In the next moment, he felt his feet become immovable, followed by his thighs, waist, and chest... 

He barely had time to lower his head before he could only watch helplessly as he was frozen into a block of ice. 

Beside him, another warlock curiously poked at the ice sculpture, but with that slight touch, the sculpture shattered instantly, and the warlock inside turned into a pile of fragments. 

Another warlock met a more straightforward demise; a green light from a distance struck him, and he fell to the ground without a single visible wound, yet his soul had long vanished.

This was Alaric's method, the Unforgivable Curse from the Harry Potter world, still terrifying in this realm. 

Now, the plans of the hidden spellcasters from Stormwind had yielded significant results; the Twilight Hammer warlocks suffered heavy losses. 

However, the warlocks were not just sitting back. 

After the mages took the initiative, they inevitably exposed themselves to the warlocks' eyes. 

Among them, the commander of the Dalaran Mage Council, considered one of the strongest archmages, had just killed two warlocks and, due to his overly ornate attire, became a primary target for the warlocks. 

A series of spells targeted him, but this archmage had long prepared a magical shield, so whether it was shadow bolts, chaos bolts, or curse spells, they were all blocked by the powerful magical shield. 

The archmage smiled smugly, ready to attack the next warlock. 

However, on the side of the Horde, there was also a skilled spellcaster. 

Another warlock pointed at the magical shield, and the next moment, the shield seemed to disintegrate in an instant, vanishing into thin air. 

Following that, the archmage suddenly screamed and fell backward, his skin sliding off like water. By the time he hit the ground, he had already become a skeleton. 

Other mages stared at his corpse in shock, speechless. 

An archmage, suddenly dying on the battlefield like this, was something they couldn't accept. 

Seeing this situation, Alaric had no choice but to step in personally, using his identity as an archmage to command them to return to their positions and continue fighting. 

Meanwhile, Alaric himself focused on the warlock who had just dispelled the magical shield and killed that archmage in an instant; it was a two-headed ogre warlock, tall and muscular like a warrior. 

Alaric could guarantee that, although he was a mage, most orc warriors wouldn't stand a chance in close combat against him. 

Perhaps it was precisely because both of his heads attacked simultaneously that he could break shields and kill with no time for the unfortunate archmage to react. 

Yet his biggest mistake was viewing this archmage as the most threatening target and neglecting Alaric's presence. 

This provided Alaric with an opportunity. 

Thus, Alaric focused on this two-headed ogre warlock. 

When the two-headed ogre warlock attempted to drain the magic and life force from a human mage, Alaric decisively intervened, twisting his magic. 

The two-headed ogre was shocked to find that he had failed to drain anyone's life force and magic; instead, his own vitality was being siphoned away, ultimately turning him into an aging corpse. 

Under Alaric's leadership and efforts, the human side ultimately triumphed in the battle of spellcasters. 

In terms of magical mastery, Alaric was far beyond anyone on either side of the battlefield and was also proficient in many spells that no one had ever seen. 

Moreover, he had his trump card—the Diadem of Ravenclaw. 

As an enchanted magical artifact, Alaric had developed its functions to the extreme. 

The diadem's thought acceleration feature could temporarily speed up Alaric's thinking process and significantly enhance his spellcasting speed—much like how it had accelerated his learning in the past. 

Furthermore, the Diadem of Ravenclaw had an independent consciousness, and with Alaric's permission, Helena could bind her consciousness to his, granting her some control over his mental energy. 

In other words, to some extent, Alaric had also become a "two-headed ogre"; Helena could assist him by filling in the gaps as he recklessly searched for targets. 

In fact, during the previous battle, Helena had already intercepted three rounds of attacks for Alaric and countered several curses. 

Finally, as he saw a few warlocks slipping away, Alaric approached King Llane. 

"Your Majesty Llane, the enemy's spellcasters have been defeated; it's time to counterattack."

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