Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After walking out of the Ministry of Magic, only a few hundred meters south, the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain. There was a bustle of tourists coming and going, all looking up at the temples that carried a rich history.

Greece has always been a country highly bound to mythology and one of the origins of Western civilization.

However, it was a pity that at the same time, he actually saw some ancient stone sculptures with magic patterns in the temples. Obviously, wizards from the Greek Ministry of Magic were also involved in the restoration of the temple.

Otherwise there should be some distorted and strange bytes...

Unfortunately, these things are of much less value to him.

The ancient sacrificial use has long since disappeared, not to mention the frequent visits by various religions and the impact of wars over the years.

It is extremely difficult for it to still stand here after being restored.

Harry looked at the magnificent temple and finally couldn't restrain his doubts.

"Uncle Mu En, what kind of spells did those ancient Greek wizards cast thousands of years ago?"

Mu En thought for a while and pointed to the neatly arranged stone pillars, as well as various replicas of stone wall carvings and murals.

“In ancient times, the era of nature worship, gods did not have specific images. They were thunder and lightning, mountain fires, or just strong winds and tsunamis.

In this era, people worship "angry" gods, because ignorant people will only have the concept of gods when they suffer "divine punishment".

Therefore, the first batch of spellcasters regarded their power as a gift from the gods.

They control the power of thunder, lightning, and fire. It's violent and pure. Because in the eyes of the spellcasters at that time, only such power could show the wrath of gods and make humans fearful. Only fear can produce awe!

And only reverence can eliminate the anger of gods. "

As he spoke, Mu En touched his hand in mid-air, and a picture scroll unfolded in front of his eyes.

The wind is roaring, dark clouds cover the sky, rolling thunder falls, bringing raging mountain fires.

Under this celestial scenery, men and women in tribal units, naked and naked, kept kowtowing to the sky. To them, this was the wrath of the gods.

Beside this scene, the tribe's shaman priests stood up. They communicated and judged, and finally found the [sacrifice] or [sinner], and killed them with burning flames or thunder and lightning.

After that, the thunder and lightning subsided and the dark clouds dispersed...

But in this scene, the surrounding scenery gradually dissipated.

But the shaman priest did not leave the picture. He began to become tall and majestic. Each shaman priest, holding a thunder or a scepter, turned into a [god] in the words and legends of future generations.

"Later people regarded spellcasters from ancient times as gods - but not all of them!"

"Because ancient Greece is highly integrated with mythology, spellcasters are better able to understand the essence of the so-called gods. Although there is respect, there is no ignorant worship. On the contrary, they began to look at themselves.

Because they know that they also have the same power as the gods.

So they study themselves and the world. The outer body, the inner soul and thoughts, or everything in this world.

They think it's all logical, beautiful and self-consistent. Including the human body, everything is in exquisite and perfect proportions.

As long as you can analyze the logic behind it, turn it into formulas, and then apply them to stones, cloth, and soil, you can give them extraordinary power.

Magic is a gift from the world, not from God. What the caster has to do is just translate it. "

As he spoke, the images of gods on Harry's scroll were deprived of the thunder and scepter in their hands, spread out their limbs, and turned into the Vitruvian Man, being deconstructed and analyzed.

Then, those analyzed formula templates were taken out and placed on another human being.

His withered figure began to fill up, his hair flew, and his body gradually became plump and powerful, as if he was the most perfect creation in the world.

"This is…"

"This is how the human body is made." Mu En smiled, and a dense array of golden runes appeared on his exposed palm.

Bang bang——

There was applause from behind, and an old man dressed in black walked over with a wave of his hands, took off his hat and nodded slightly.

"What an admirable statement." He said, extending his hand: "Hello, my name is Roll Huckleton. Professor of the History of Magic in Ilvermorny."

"Hello. Moon Jones, a traveler from England." Moon shook hands with him.

He had just set up the Disappearance Curse for himself and Harry, but he didn't expect to meet other wizards here.

But it’s harmless.

Huckleton nodded, then saw Harry with a surprised look on his face.

"Harry Potter?! Oh my God, I didn't expect to see you here. It's such an honor."

As he spoke, he also stretched out his hand.

Harry nodded in surprise and stretched out his hand. He didn't expect that there would be people who knew him even in Greece.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"There is no need to wonder. Although Voldemort has not affected us, the wizarding world is not that big. We have all heard of your story." He smiled and then looked at Mu En.

"So Jones, your opinion is that wizards are gods?"

"That depends on how you define the word god." Mu En smiled.

"Then what do you understand?" Huckleton said.

"Wizards don't need to become gods. Gods are just things constructed by humans in order to seek spiritual peace.

As wizards, we study the truth and analyze the world. We don’t need the term ‘god’ to add weight to our identity.

Wizards, no, I should say humans! The identity of a human being is weighty enough. "

The smile on Hockleton's face became even wider, and he twirled his fingers.

"What if, I mean, what if gods really exist? They are heaven and earth, the sons of the world. They naturally possess higher power, and they hold authority from birth. If so, do you still care about gods? Do you think so?"

Mu En looked at him: "Even so, I don't think they are higher than humans or wizards."

Hockleton frowned slightly and explained: "Both humans and wizards are not perfect. But gods who are born with authority have perfect power.

They don't need magic patterns or spells to exert great power, which wizards can't do. Wizards can never be truly perfect, let alone No-Majs. "

As he spoke, he smiled gently and said: "It's just like the perfect straight line in Plato's mind and the not-straight straight line drawn by Aristotle.

Gods are perfect structures, and wizards can only ever approach perfection infinitely unless they become gods. "

Mu En thought for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "I'm not Aristotle...so, I think what you said is right."

Huckleton was silent for a moment, then nodded, apologized, and turned to leave.

Harry looked at his back in confusion and asked, "Uncle Moon, what are you talking about..."

Moon smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"The conceptual explanation is...he wants to become a god, but I...I don't think a wizard needs to become a so-called 'god'."