Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 128 Exploring the Source of Magic for the First Time
Four professors stood at the four corners of the room.

The vast and pure magic power erupted from them, and the four giant stone pillars were lit up in the magic power, blooming brilliant and complicated alchemy patterns.

Blue wind, blue water, red fire, yellow earth.

The four elements complement each other, as if penetrating the heaven and the earth, in this place where there is no sky and no earth, the upper part is connected to the stars, and the lower part is connected to the earth.

The huge Hogwarts castle seemed to come alive. She breathed lightly and set off a huge magical tide. If a wizard measured the concentration of magic power in the entire area at this time, they would be surprised to find that the energy level had risen by one level.

Allen looked at the alchemy formation composed of a large number of precious magic materials under his feet exuding a strange brilliance. The complexity of this alchemy formation made even his LV3 alchemy seem difficult.

It not only contains various meanings such as [origin], [penetration], and [sublimation], but also connects the stone pillars behind the four professors to form new protection measures to help Allen anchor himself so that he will not get lost.

Under the interference of magic power, Dumbledore's voice became intangible, as if separated by a layer of light water.

"Great source of magic, I once again pay high tribute to you, using this crystallization as a bridge, I beg you to open the door and let us see the truth."

The ceremony immediately reached its climax.

A polygonal, translucent magic crystal slowly rose in Dumbledore's hand, reflecting the surrounding brilliance, so brilliant that it became difficult to describe in words.

A moment later, such a magic power crystal made a crisp shattering sound.

Countless fragments merged with the alchemy array in mid-air, forming a 'dreamy bridge'.

Professor McGonagall reminded Allen, "It's now."

Allen nodded, pure spiritual light bloomed from his whole body, and the patron saint of Arceus appeared gracefully, carrying a piece of Allen's will, wrapped in several magical objects, and rushed to the bridge.

Professor Flitwick looked at Snape and asked suspiciously, "I don't remember that this magical ritual required the use of so many strange things."

Snape's sallow face twitched, "Maybe he's just being prepared."

Alan concentrated his will on Arceus, and when he passed the bridge, the spirit immediately entered a strange world.

Rotting giant trees fell sideways from the clouds into the depths of the dark canyon.

The wings of countless angels on the seven-layered mountain are layered on top of each other, making it difficult to see the essence.

The sound of chains dragging came from the Bronze Hell, echoing in the valley.

In a clear light, the huge Buddha statue smiled.

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And the various voices of chant, murmur, and growl.

His perception began to be distorted, where matter and energy were no longer dominant, and the sense of space and time became blurred.

Allen seemed to be in a half-awake dream.

The world is full of strangeness.

Fortunately, he has a wealth of experience in gifting the source of magic. Ordinary wizards will waste a lot of 'time' in this first step, and consume their own spiritual light.

And Allen just woke up after a slight trance.

He didn't continue to watch or listen to everything in this world.

Everything here is a collection of information and concepts, even if he just glances at it, there will be an unimaginable torrent of information hitting his mind.

It's like a computer with limited memory is constantly infused with information flow, and in the end it will just crash the brain, completely lost in the source of magic.

Now for the first verification.

Several points of light floated around Arceus, incarnated by Allen, and these points of light expanded to form bright stars, reflecting pure hearts one by one.

Before eating in the base, a werewolf kid thanked Brother Alan for his new life in a low voice.

A Mudblood wizard read Alan's "My Dream" over and over again with tears in his eyes.

During the hard training with the scar, the adult who inadvertently laughs at himself is really a monster.

These have become the 'points' for Allen to anchor himself.

In this world of concepts and information, a person's mind can easily be overwhelmed, but a group of people's minds form a small boat to help Alan advance carefully in the torrent.

The first verification was successful. At this time, because there was no magic quill around, Allen could only write it down secretly.

The three principles of alchemy, all things are unified, the concept is supreme, and the upper and lower transformations.

Among them, the 'one' is the original spirituality, an indescribable existence.

It can be God in Christianity, or Yuanshi Tianzun in Taoism.

They are the driving force from chaos to order, and the fuse that ignites everything.

But apart from these illusory great beings, 'one' can also refer to itself.

After all, all things come from the same source, and they are all separated from the "one". If God can be "one", then I can also be a part of "one".

This is discussed in all major religions.

Especially in the early days of Buddhism, when they did not worship the Buddha, they believed that the Buddha was just a forerunner, a teacher, and an enlightened person. Everyone can reach the state of Buddha through practice.

At this time, in Allen's feelings, this "normalization" seems to have a different meaning.

Gather many spiritual powers, expand and extend your own path, and make yourself great.

It's just that I don't know how much research the wizards in this world have done on this aspect.

With the deepening of his studies, he felt more and more that the civilization of the wizarding world was broken, such as the Druidism he learned recently, in the records of this wizarding religion.

In the era of Celtic gods, wizards were messengers and wise men. They mastered the powers bestowed by various natural gods and used them to help ordinary people.

But the current Druidism is obviously rebuilt, and even many teachings have changed.

The most important thing is that the status of wizards has declined, erasing and reducing individual subjective initiative.

It looks like it's covering up some truth.

Then came the second verification, where the spirituality burned the chaos and formed the concept.

A broken military flag appeared in front of Allen, which was a relic of the Normandy landing. After so many years of praise, this military flag has also become a "legendary thing".

When this material flag appeared in the source of magic, the bottom was like the top, and the material began to sublimate into concepts, and a torrent of information impacted Allen's spirit.

Through the spiritual light of countless generations contained in this military flag, Allen himself seems to have an anchor.

But these emotions are too intense, full of tragedy of life and death, constantly impacting Allen's reason, forcibly bringing him into the perspective of fighters and heroes, and falling into the blazing battlefield.

Fear, killing intent, faith, tragedy, despair, hope, all kinds of extreme emotions are fused together.

Allen temporarily broke free from these emotions through his own spiritual anchoring.

Those pure-blooded guys really have bad intentions, and they keep doing tricks.

There is no problem with the "legendary thing" they gave, but the beliefs and information condensed on this "legendary thing" are too "intense". At least if Allen is really just a 12-year-old wizard, his mind may be severely impacted, and he may not even be able to form an anchor.

Fortunately, Allen himself has an anchor point, and his own mind is strong enough.

After breaking free from these emotions, Allen began to analyze the meaning of this ritual link.

For ordinary wizards, even legendary wizards, they don't have an 'anchor point', so they need to use other things to form a 'spiritual crowd' to help themselves anchor in this conceptual world.

The real name ceremony designed by the legendary alchemist is probably based on this idea.

Allen thought about it, and at this time, he took the Felicity Potion, and everything he did was in line with the origin of magic, just like blessing to the soul, so he decided to try it in advance.

Then he took out a decaying sword, and pure spiritual light bloomed from this sword, turning into a cloud of concepts.

Compared with the complicated Normandy military flag, the spiritual light on the Sword of Decay is purer, grander and unique.

"hero."

Allen spit out this rune, and the magic words turned into a bridge of information concepts. The concepts formed on the sword of decay and the military flag were all agitated, and the two seemed to have something in common.

They began to slowly merge with each other.

interesting.

Old concepts will not die, only new concepts will be born, so the second law of alchemy, concept first.

Allen took out the shield of decay again.

"hero."

The three concepts seem to form some kind of wonderful connection. The messy beliefs on the military flag take the concept of "hero" as the core, and they are constantly purified, as if they have gone through the precipitation of years and become extremely pure.

Taking advantage of the integration of the three concepts, Allen pointed to one of his light spots, which contained the spiritual connection between the fire dinosaur and Allen.

Pure and transparent, without any reservations, it represents the whole of the dinosaur on fire.

"If you divide it by the level of believers, Little Charmander's belief in himself is considered to be at the level of the Holy Spirit, and he can be integrated with God."

Allen was a little dumbfounded, no wonder God likes fanatics.

He lights up the fire dinosaur's blip.

The Fire Dinosaur trained in the Room of Response suddenly froze. He looked around, trying to find Alan.

"Here." Allen's voice sounded directly in the fire dinosaur's mind.

"Nini!" The Fire Dinosaur made an excited voice.

"Little silly dragon." Allen smiled easily, and then his expression became serious. "Although I am sure about the next ceremony, it is still a bit dangerous. Do you want to continue?"

"Nini (of course)!" The Fire Dinosaur clenched its fists, cheering itself up.

"What kind of pattern do you like? If it's simpler, you can't use me as the pattern."

pattern?

The Fire Dinosaur tilted its head, and then passed a pattern of fried fish to Allen.

"No, absolutely not, not even if you like fried fish."

Allen shook his head resolutely. Could it be that he helped the Fire Dinosaur establish a totem religion in the future and set up a British fried fish religion?

Although there is already such a strange existence as the Flying Spaghetti Sect, he still can't accept his number one general. When facing the enemy, he stomped his feet, and a huge British fried fish totem filled the sky.

That would probably make the enemy laugh to death.

"Nini (can't it be done)?" The Fire Dinosaur felt a little regretful. He thought about it again for a long time, and drew a ball of burning flames.

This is not bad, although Huo Miao is a bit of a Q version, but at least he won't be ridiculed as a trash when he preaches in the future.

Allen put this pattern and the psychic blip of the fire dinosaur into the concept that was merging.

Immediately there was a wonderful reaction, the static flame pattern came alive, and turned into the image of a fire dinosaur, using this group of 'heroes' concept as the anchor point, and fused with the great source of magic.

With the mind as the first driving force, new hero concepts are being formed at an accelerated pace.

The Fire Dinosaur in the Room of Response seems to have taken a drunken look and fell into a semi-drowsy state, but he has firm and pure belief in Allen's belief in himself.

Instead of getting lost in this clump of concepts, I gradually grasped the clump of concepts.

Not bad!

Allen watched this scene with relief, at this moment, the light of his mind began to shake.

Although he has faith as an anchor, Allen's current strength is still very weak.

He hurriedly took out the [Golden Fountain of Fairies] and took a sip, and the patron saint Arceus burst out a new light of heart to help him stabilize himself.

There is still a little time, while Allen guards the little charmander who has merged into the right track, and helps the little charmander strengthen his self-anchor through himself, while looking at this strange world.

Although Dumbledore reminded him, isn't it human nature to die?
He was just a little curious.

Allen looked at the decayed and collapsed giant tree reaching the sky.

Among so many 'targets', this should be the safest, after all, all the big shots above died in that Ragnarok.

Different from the gift from the source of magic, this time Allen really looked after this collection of concepts.

Suddenly the information swallowed him like a tide.

Although the World Tree Yukte Hilal has fallen, the Nordic gods have entered eternal sleep.

But the nine kingdoms on the World Tree were not completely destroyed.

The atrium world is divided into four parts, respectively fused with the kingdom of fire, the kingdom of fog, the kingdom of frost giants, and the kingdom of elves.

Form four huge 'worlds', attached to the source of magic.

The northern border was cold and windy, and the high walls made of black stone were covered with frost-white ice and snow. The soldiers in heavy armor looked resolutely at the end of the ice sheet, where there were countless remaining giants, and behind them was the last home of mankind.

Tall ancient trees rose from the ground, and handsome elves played in the forest. They offered fresh fruits to the altar, which was a sacrifice to Vidal, the god of the forest. After the destruction of the God Court, he moved here with the elves and continued to protect all living beings.

In the flame canyon, the dwarves and gnomes are forging weapons in full swing. They hollowed out the rock wall to build a huge palace, drained the magma, and made a moat. Outside their country, countless dead climbed out of the abyss and were watching.

There is too much information, and countless space coordinates fill his mind.

Allen felt as if his brain was about to boil, so he had to look away. After a while, he murmured, "So the world is so big."

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