"Frank! Frank! There's a letter for you, oh, delivered by an owl!" A middle-aged man with a red nose hurriedly ran into the room.
Jack was still confused. Wasn't he just extracting Frank's soul a moment ago? Where is he now?
Sitting on the bed, Frank took the letter from his father and then said to Jack, "In my memories. You are, the young master of the Ludwig family, the dud in the rumors?"
Frank seemed to sense the two less-than-friendly glances Jack threw at him and could only smile.
Although Jack was supposed to be his enemy, damn it, he couldn't bring himself to hate this person, which was really damn irritating!
"Well, I actually heard it from others. On the train, it felt quite novel to me. Magic families, for someone like me, it's something out of a fairy tale! And then there you were, not able to do magic, which made me feel somewhat superior!"
Jack looked at Frank somewhat speechlessly. If it wasn't for hearing those rumors and then foolishly mocking him in public, Jack guaranteed that Frank could have graduated from Hogwarts safely and perhaps even worked at the Ministry of Magic!
"Don't you think, if I were a dud, how could I have possibly come to Hogwarts!"
Such a bunch of foolish kids!
Frank shrugged. If he had known, he definitely wouldn't have mocked Jack, especially given how formidable Jack was.
"By the way, what kind of magic did you use? I saw you were actually able to extract my soul," Frank asked curiously.
Oh, please don't bring that up. I haven't succeeded in extracting it yet, otherwise, I wouldn't be in this godforsaken place! Jack pursed his lips thoughtfully.
"Necromancy. You probably haven't heard of it. I'm about to turn you into a zombie. If you can accept that willingly, we can…"
"Frank, dear, come and eat! Also, next month is your birthday, you'll be a middle school student then! Oh, mom is so proud of you!"
Jack looked at Frank oddly, asking uncertainly, "Your birthday isn't in a couple of days, is it?"
Frank smiled nonchalantly, "Actually, it's today. I mean, the day you killed me. That's why I'm unwilling to accept you. I was looking forward to spending a special birthday at the magic school!"
Jack coldly chuckled, so his obsession was that simple. But what is a birthday? Jack never celebrated birthdays!
"Alright, kid, I mean Frank. If you listen to me, you can still have an extraordinary birthday. Once you become a zombie, apart from following my commands, there are no downsides! And you'll not easily die, especially in a world without light magics."
"Light magic? What's that?" Frank asked curiously, directly ignoring Jack's reference to "this world."
"A type of hypocritical magic. Do you think light can give you power? Can faith be eaten? Death, that is the origin of everything."
Death? Frank didn't understand, but he felt he might be persuaded by Jack. After all, becoming a zombie didn't seem too bad.
"Okay, I agree," Frank suddenly said to Jack. Before Jack could get excited, he added, "I'll go over there, see my parents. Um, hug them, as a human."
Watching this scene, was Jack moved, felt guilty?
Of course not!
He just felt a deeper sense of responsibility from the depths of his heart, thinking that necromancy should be recognized by society!
After the hug, Frank approached Jack, "I hope you'll do as you promised, otherwise…" Frank said coldly.
Although unclear about why Frank's demeanor suddenly changed, Jack felt an instinctive danger.
But having a sentient undead sounded very achieving.
"Are you willing to offer your soul to me, Jack Ludwig?"
"I am willing."
Oh, Jack had to admit, that ritual was terribly crude. But this is the convention among necromancers!
"Master, master, did you win?" Bloodman Barrow quickly flew over, worriedly looking at Jack.
Fortunately, besides being paler, Jack had no injuries.
And beside him floated a white soul, that of Frank's.
It sinisterly watched Bloodman Barrow, unable to stay calm facing the direct killer of himself.
"Alright, let go of me, Barrow, don't you know that I can smell the thick scent of blood on you whenever you come close?" Jack said with disdain, then noticed his ring suddenly flashed.
This ring was given to him by his father, the always flamboyantly dressed German nobleman, Mr. Duke Ludwig.
Jack remembered it was the night before he headed to Hogwarts.
That day was a full moon, Benjamin wasn't sure if this world had werewolves. If it did, they must be excited!
"Child, you're already 11 years old, do you remember what I and your mother..." The Duke seemed ready to embark on a sentimental recollection with Jack.
"Oh, father, I think I need to get up early tomorrow, if you don't hurry up, I'm getting sleepy," Jack looked at his father.
The Duke uncharacteristically did not criticize his son's somewhat disrespectful attitude, instead, he took out a small black box.
"What's this?" Just like when Jack touched his white ** wand, a warm magic flowed into his fingertips the moment he touched the small box.
Seeing Jack's action, the Duke said with a smile, "Only a true member of the Ludwig family deserves it, my son."
For some reason, watching the Duke's smile, Jack felt a bit creeped out. But he quickly reassured himself, this ring proves he is a true member of the Ludwig family, right?
"So, father, does this ring have any special powers?" Jack asked curiously, such "family heirlooms" of magical families wouldn't just be decorations.
"Of course, it's made by fairies. As for its powers, Jack, I think you'll discover them gradually."
So, does this ring have something to do with necromancy? Jack curiously stroked it, neither cold nor hot, just as usual.
"Never mind, I'll just contaminate your soul first, Frank."
"From now on, I'll call you, Frankenstein Frank, okay? Science, that's an interesting word I just heard about."
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