I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Magic~" Teacher Chiron looked up at the glorious Hogwarts Castle with sadness.

The warm summer breeze blows from the mountains to the corridor.

A feeling of heat hits my face.

But the worry on his face was like the solid ice under the snow-capped mountains, never melting at all.

"The original magic was developed by wizards who observed the stars and observed magical creatures through continuous research and study. It is full of uncontrollability and is a strange force that may bring disaster at any time."

"Compared to today's magic system, ancient magic was more cruel, both to the caster and the victim. I hope you can carefully consider that studying the origin of magic in the past is not a very correct thing."

Owen was listening to Teacher Chiron's earnest teachings.

However, if it were someone else here, that person might be convinced by this ancient sage.

But who is Irving here?

Who let Irving be chosen?

For magic, without the pressure of a week, he now has a burning passion.

In fact, even in the first week, he did not stop experimenting with magic, but it was just not stable.

There is no way, I believe that no matter who comes to the world of Harry Potter, all his magic will be affected.

Not to mention the ordinary Defense Against Dark Arts spells, even the three Unforgivable Curses, even if the Horcrux spells are placed in front of them, for Muggles who have never mastered magic, and now suddenly have magic power, they absolutely cannot I couldn’t resist delving into it.

Besides, Irving also has God-given talent.

Regarding magic, no matter how outsiders describe its dangers, for Owen, he has to study it to know whether it is dangerous or not.

How do I know if it's dangerous if I haven't done any research?

——Listen to Teacher Chiron’s words.

A certain little black man didn't take it seriously.

He still put on a straight face and said in a lazy tone: "So? I think Italian ramen has to be accompanied by No. 42 cement. The hatred of realism in the nineteenth century is like a card looking at one's own face in the mirror. Libande raged; the hatred of Romanticism in the nineteenth century was like the rage of Caliban, who could not see his face in the mirror. The soothing soup had to be taken with a stimulant.

The polyjuice potion must be taken with the leg hair of this Acromantula. "

"Ah?" Teacher Chiron looked confused.

What was this kid talking about?

"You don't care about my balance at all. You will only stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at a child's curiosity."

"I don't know what's wrong with this society. Why can't it tolerate even a child's curiosity?"

"Sure enough, this world needs to be cleaned up and destroyed! Hurry, I'm tired!"

He said leisurely.

Then when Teacher Chiron wasn't paying attention, he glanced at him secretly and found that the teacher's face showed that he still didn't intend to pay.

Immediately, he suddenly opened his arms.

The pupils were raised, as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Hold your neck straight.

His whole body was shaking slightly.

Then, he said in a numbing tone: "Ah~ destroy the world, may chaos fill the world.

Ah~~Praise be to our Lord, the God of corruption and souls. The master of trance. "

"Ah~~The original world has returned to the embrace of my God!!!"

"O mortal fool!!!"

“The road ahead is barren, everything you think is wrong, everything you do is foolish, and your existence is a gift from God.

O lamb who has returned from the lost way~~~ Confess all your sins to my God with gratitude! Embrace corruption and allow soul and body to become part of something greater. "

"In eternal sleep, the merciful Lord will redeem your souls - all of your souls."

Owen is still in a strange posture, with his hands open as if praising the sun.

Although it is nonsense, the meaning expressed is very clear.

Simply put, just one sentence!

No money!

I voted immediately!

Chiron has never encountered such a shameless, bold and death-defying guy, even if he has seen countless people.

He said it was unprecedented.

"This mother." Really unable to communicate with Owen, the basilisk, Teacher Chiron decided to find a new way.

As a mother who loves her children deeply, a mother who can trigger the magic of love.

He didn't believe that Gabriel would sit back and watch his child commit suicide!

And then - when he spoke.

One ruthless word completely destroyed something he had been holding on to for many years.

The sage felt himself dirty.

It's mental filth.

"You should pay, sir."

Is this my biological mother?

Chiron roared inwardly.

This is my mother-in-law.

Owen answered for him.

The most famous centaur in Greece should be squeezed clean.

He will definitely have a lot of good stuff!

"Okay!" Teacher Chiron said almost through gritted teeth.

"If you want it!" he said.

After saying that, he suddenly stretched out his hand and covered Owen's fluffy head.

Then a strange magic power spread from his palm.

——God-given wisdom.

the other side.

In the temple of the centaurs.

On the surrounding walls.

Countless prophetic murals are so vivid that they seem to have come alive.

Then the words and the murals all seemed like silvery white light, dancing into the sarcophagus in the center.

"what happened?"

Hagrid, who was standing by, quickly turned his head and glanced at the centaur elder and asked.

"The ancestor used his power."

The centaurs elders were also very surprised.

The temple is the destination of the centaur's soul.

This is their spiritual palace.

For a long time, countless souls have used this place as a platform to move towards a new beginning.

It brings together the purest power of the horse people. It is the power of the horse's soul.

This power has always supported the traces left by the ancestors in this world, ensuring that the heroic spirits like missing bodies will not dissipate.

It is also a great gift for new and talented horse people.

Centaurs blessed by their ancestors can see the omens of the stars more clearly.

But now, the ancestors have given this power to a human being.

But - that child saved the centaurs tribe after all. If the centaurs die today, what will happen even if they have power?

Perhaps this is how the ancestors considered it.

"Blessings from the centaur!" he said dully.

"The centaur's blessing?" Hagrid nodded ignorantly. He didn't understand what he was saying, but he knew that this was a good thing for Owen.

Good thing!

Naturally, he would not impose a stop.

"He will be fine." Luna's ethereal voice sounded like she was comforting Hagrid, but in fact she was more comforting to herself.

She stared firmly at the sarcophagus.

It's not magic either.

It's not divination either.

It's not even a sixth sense.

She just knew that Owen would come out of there.

Most definitely!

must!

This firm mental power seems to have affected the centaurs elders.

The old man stared at the girl with surprised eyes.

In her body, he smelled something different from the previous human wizards.

A profound, historical flavor.

He is very sensitive to these.

The elder was confident that he would not be mistaken.

Then he gave a look full of meaning.

This girl's future achievements will be immeasurable.

The glorious temple was filled with stirrings of souls.

In addition to attracting many horse people in the city to stop and watch piously, this naturally also attracted other things.

Some primal, dark, evil creature.

In the forest, those dead people who had just fallen into a daze because their prey had escaped suddenly raised their heads one by one.

Heavy snow covers the fields.

Their cloudy eyes seemed to be able to see through the heavy snow, looking towards the centaur tribe in the distance.

Then an inspiring power spread around them, and suddenly a figure appeared around them.

It was a humanoid.

Wearing a long robe, his face was frighteningly white.

When his lips move slightly, some of his extremely sharp teeth will be exposed.

If Owen were here, he would definitely recognize that this guy was the Deathborn transformed from the vampire blood ancestor who had fought against him several times.

"Roar!!!"

A roar that seemed to come from an alien world came from his mouth.

Then the eyes of all the monkeys and the dead with heads of various animals suddenly lit up.

Like a triggered machine.

Then they all turned around and headed toward the other side of the forest.

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Owen felt like he was in a hot spring.

Gentle clean water adheres to the skin.

Take away all the fatigue from his body.

He felt as if his body was lighter, as if a long-standing burden had been let go.

This is the spiritual world, and Teacher Chiron is connected to his consciousness.

In the haze, he seemed to see a huge shadow, upside down above the world.

It was a very primitive creature that was very close to the rules, and he could feel it.

Just like a flower has its period of prosperity and decline, water has its endless flow.

It was a very natural and reasonable feeling, just like how it should be.

This is far from what Irving expected.

In his subconscious, he always felt that what he had to deal with might be a terrifying, nameless, evil alien god that had been trying to invade the main world, an evil god.

When that figure really appeared in front of him, Owen realized that your stereotype was a bit serious.

"It's not the same as I imagined." Owen raised his head blankly, his eyes flashing with various visions quickly.

"What do you think he will look like?" Teacher Chiron said angrily.

"I just thought he had horns on his head and a tail behind him!"

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"Now you have horns on your head and a tail behind you."

"???"

At Teacher Chiron's reminder, Owen raised his arm blankly, and when he touched his forehead, he indeed touched something hard.

He hurriedly lowered his head, only to see huge pearl-like white scales growing on his lower abdomen and thighs, and a short furry tail behind him.

"Yeah! I turned into a monster?"

"It's the Hundred Signs of the Furnace." Teacher Chiron's troubled face finally showed a smile again.

Looking at Owen's bewildered and panicked face, he felt sincerely relieved and happy.

Happiness keeps rising.

"It is said that the initial wizards looked closer to magical creatures, or they were the first humans to combine with magical creatures such as Veela to give birth to human individuals with magical powers. This is the origin of wizards.

Of course, some wizards believe that the magic of wizards comes from the beginning of life, mixed with other magical creatures in the furnace of life. rather than a simple combination.

Regardless of which view, ancient wizards believed that their bloodline contained the magic of the original magical creatures, and regarded such atavistic individuals as sacred.

But after the development of civilization, it was regarded as a disease and a symbol of deformity. "

"You have inherited your mother's bloodline and you have naturally inherited her magical creature bloodline. It is a normal manifestation to have the furnace signs." Teacher Chiron explained calmly, and he was surprised by the various signs that Owen suddenly grew. , there was no trace of surprise at all, as if this was a very common thing. Referring to the era in which he lived, which was called the 'gods' by Muggles, a hundred faces like this should be a very common thing.

But after all, times have changed, and no one regards Baixiang as sacred now. "Don't worry, this is just a temporary retrospection of the soul. Your body and blood are still silent."

There's a new term for "Melting Pot?"

Owen muttered it several times, then reached out and touched the bud corner of his forehead.

Suddenly, he thought of Voldemort's little brat, who unexpectedly merged his body with some kind of snake.

Judging from the appearance, he has grown up?

Or does Salazar Slytherin’s bloodline contain the bloodline of some ancient magical creature?

Hmm--it's a new research direction.

On the side, his mother was also looking at the new Irving curiously.

A pair of eyes showed the look of a scientific researcher when seeing a novel sample.

She lovingly touched the scales on the child's belly.

It's not ugly, or in other words, it's not weird or disgusting. It's like a perfect fit between a nut and a nut. The external appearance of the expression is very harmonious, without the usual abrupt or diseased feeling at all.

After all, this is not a disease in the first place, it is blood left in the body of life in the form of information. Now it is expressed just like a bud blooming and a flower bearing fruit.

Gabriel's fingertips touched the scales.

Looking at it curiously.

It looked like the dragon scales of a giant dragon, emitting pearl-like light, quite high intensity, and containing magic power. It is conceivable that such dragon scales are enough to withstand ordinary non-black magic defense spells.

"Okay, at the end of the day, it's time for us to talk about your fateful enemy." Teacher Chiron's figure became fainter again, as if a cloud of smoke would drift away at any time.

"Hmm, what's his name?" Owen looked up and asked.

"You can call him"

"Um--"

"Huh?" Owen looked at him doubtfully.

"Um--"

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"Yes!" Owen spread his hands and said helplessly, "You can't even remember my name! Teacher."

"He cast a spell on his name. Anyone who knows his identity cannot pronounce his name, but you can call him by another name, Demigod Haierbo."

"Ah! I'm so surprised!" Owen shook his head, then stared lazily at the ceiling.

"Haha." Chiron smiled slightly, then reached out to touch Owen's hair, then deliberately messed up his hair, and said: "I know you have heard of this name, I saw it from your memory I met the younger man named Tom Riddle, who made Horcruxes. If you know about Horcruxes, you will naturally have heard of this name."

"But - the Horcrux is actually the trap he left behind."

"Trap?" Everyone knew that Horcruxes were traps, and Dumbledore also knew that there was definitely some deeper dark secret hidden behind Horcruxes.

But for the first time, someone has revealed the secret.

"Splitting your soul is committing suicide. The moment you recited that evil spell, he noticed you in the illusion, as if you sold your soul to the devil. When you die, your The soul will remain in the trance forever."

"And your body will actually become the body of his projection, just like the former Halpo, who foolishly made a Horcrux, and then - didn't you notice? Did this person disappear from the history of magic? "

"Any intelligent creature will feel bored and boring. Even the guy who calls himself an Outer God. Therefore, almost every once in a while, he will host different wizards who use Horcruxes and reappear in this world."

"So we just have to wait until the next time he plays in the human world to catch him and chop him into eight pieces?" Owen joked, showing off his superb skills with a knife.

"That's useless. What you killed was just a trace of his consciousness and an insignificant body in the human world. Originally, your current body was the next body he chose. This is just a strange, unknown body. Where did the soul come from to sneak attack him, which caused two different souls to appear in one body, and finally, by accident, you were born."

"So that's it!" Owen showed an expression like that. "Then I have really shed my blood and fought my life for this world. Is there any reward?"

"Yes~" Chiron continued to stroke Owen's head.

I don't know why, but his hair is very smooth, as light and fluffy as the seaweed at the bottom of the lake, and feels very comfortable to the touch.

"Stop touching it, my hairstyle, this is my identity!" He sat up, then mumbled and threw Chiron's palm aside.

"Remember what I said, the self-proclaimed outer god was expelled from this world by the 'gods'. Then the 'gods' built several towers that could observe the northern exiled world. The observation time can completely kill him . Unfortunately, when the external enemies were defeated, the internal unity disappeared instantly. Those towers were abandoned or occupied by others."

Teacher Chiron continued with a sad face: "The high tower that was once built to gather the most advanced wisdom of ancient wizards has now become an evil altar for outside gods to spy on."

"What you have to do is to destroy these altars. Maybe you can keep the tower, but first you have to drive away the gaze of the alien gods." The centaur stared at Owen cautiously, "And in the process, you will gain knowledge from ancient times. The legacy of the best group of wizards, heroes whom Muggles call 'gods'."

"That is the ultimate magic from the age of myth, the most proud masterpiece of the 'gods'."