I, Hogwarts Second Week

At some point, an oak door suddenly appeared in front of him.

The door bolt was in such a state of disrepair that no spell was needed, it opened with just a push.

The moment he entered, a burst of light shone through.

"Iron armor protection!"

Owen subconsciously used the Iron Armor Curse.

Wait until his eyes get used to the bright light.

A huge stone pillar, as tall as two people, appeared in front of him.

Flames danced on the stone pillars.

It seems like it has been burning for thousands of years.

On the base are four strange creatures with goat horns on their heads. It is obvious that these creatures are demons.

For a moment, Owen really wanted to run away.

Mainly - mainly it's just too dusty here.

Yes, it's too dusty.

"The true form is revealed!"

Adjusting his mentality, Irving cast his magic spell again.

As his spell hit the stone pillar with precision.

The four demons on the base suddenly turned to look at him with ferocious faces.

"OMG!!!"

Like a rabbit, Owen jumped back a few steps.

However, the suddenly 'resurrected' gargoyle did not choose to attack him. They mechanically lifted the stone pillar together, revealing a downward stone step.

"Knock! Are you sick? Are you sick?"

"You can just build a stone staircase, why are you doing so much trouble?" Owen cursed.

Hiding behind a broken piece of armor and cheering himself up. After secretly uttering several blessings from Joan of Arc.

After throwing out several fluorescent lights, he raised his wand and slowly approached the stone pillar.

As it approaches, nothing changes.

The stone demon held up the stone pillar and lifted up a passage from the ground.

With a sigh of relief, he walked down the stone steps and headed deeper into the castle.

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The stairs in the stone pillars are quite narrow, and no more than two people can walk side by side.

I walked along for several minutes without seeing the end.

"strangeness!"

Although Owen didn't know where the end of the stairs was, based on the number of steps he took just now, he would have reached the bottom of the Black Lake after going down for several minutes.

But the surroundings are still dry stone walls with no moisture at all.

And the traces of ancient magic in front of him were also very strange. They floated forward for a while, and then floated backward again. The magic was connected in a line, from top to bottom, making it impossible for him to judge which way he should go. .

"No, it shouldn't be this deep." Owen stopped and began to look around carefully.

In fact, there was nothing to see. The surrounding stone walls were similar, and even the stone steps under his feet felt similar at each step.

Look up.

You can't even tell whether you are going down or up.

It was as if he was heading towards an endless abyss.

Did the ghost hit the wall?

"Um?"

Go up?

Owen frowned.

Could it be?

As he said that, he immediately turned around and walked up.

Sure enough - as soon as I walked like this, everything around me began to change.

The narrow staircase starts to get wider and wider, until it finally looks like a normal staircase outside.

Some fire basins also appeared one after another on the stone walls, embedded in the mountain.

Owen extinguished the firefly on his wand.

He glanced back.

He saw darkness behind him, following him like an abyss.

As for the stone steps under his feet, there were only less than a dozen steps going down.

Obviously, if he hadn't reacted before completing the dozen or so steps, he might have been trapped in this staircase forever.

“Fuck—have you made a mistake? Why are you giving people a test out of nowhere?

What a pain in the ass!

Fortunately, my brother is smart enough. "

Owen is grateful for his high IQ.

If it were that idiot Justin, he would definitely be swallowed up by darkness forever!

"Ho! I'm coming out!"

Suddenly an archway appeared in front of me.

Finally, Owen has reached the end of his journey - has he?

"Yeah?" Owen's voice sounded very surprised.

Because in front of him, in this empty cave the size of a classroom, there were other people besides him.

The circular cave is full of gravel and broken stone steps.

And in the very center of the cave, there is an arch similar to the one in the Department of Mystery Management.

Right next to the arch, a young man was standing there, playing with a magic item in his hand.

It's like a Rubik's Cube, in the shape of a rhombus. There are more than a dozen small squares on one side.

Each block has clearly visible ancient runes attached to it.

After a dazzling array of combinations.

The Rubik's Cube suddenly trembled slightly, and then floated as if controlled by a floating spell.

It emits a faint white light.

Like pebbles stirring the water of a lake, the magic power gradually connects with something.

In Owen's eyes.

The ancient magic around him seemed to have been mobilized. The dilapidated arch gradually tore open the space. Through a thin layer of fog, Owen could see the scenery beyond the arch.

"Wardfa?"

In fact, when he saw Regulus using alchemical magic tools to open the ancient wizard tower in the cave, Owen had already guessed that there must be someone in this world who could use alchemical magic tools to mobilize ancient magic power.

He just didn't expect to see it so quickly.

However, the imaginary arch opened wide and did not appear.

In fact, the Rubik's Cube only superficially mobilizes ancient magic.

The mist-like mirror brought order to the scene for a moment, as if someone in a muddy swamp had just dug a shovel and then dropped the shovel.

The Rubik's Cube immediately fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"This circuit is wrong." In front of the archway, the man said in a deep voice.

Then he bent down and picked up the Rubik's Cube and started tinkering with it again.

"When you come in, don't stand there." Suddenly, the man who was playing with the Rubik's Cube with his head lowered opened his mouth. "You two can burn the magic patterns on the surrounding walls. Studying them will be an important assignment this semester."

"?"

Who are you, buddy? So arrogant?

Owen stood at the top of the stairs and curled his lips, "Two people?"

He was slightly startled.

The ancient magic power around him surged around like a wave.

Then, he discovered that not far away, behind a damaged stone pillar, there was a very abnormal 'radar' band.

It must have hit something.

"No - why are you here?"

It didn't take much thought for Irving to know who that was.

The invisibility cloak is indeed a treasure.

But it is not uncommon. Invisibility cloaks made from the hair of invisible beasts can be easily bought in Diagon Alley, but they are expensive.

But Harry's invisibility cloak is definitely the most legendary magical item, and its invisibility effect is extraordinary.

But no matter what, it is just invisibility, not disappearance.

The God of Death’s invisibility cloak probably wouldn’t even pass the subway security check.

I don’t know why the blind god of death didn’t notice the third child wearing an invisibility cloak.

After Owen finished speaking, he saw that the space behind the marble seemed to be 'torn apart'.

Then a girl with narrowed eyes and a dangerous smile appeared on the spot.

"Why can't I be here!" Miss Granger stared at Owen, and a dangerous aura began to stir.

"I thought you - there is a time in your life that you must eventually go to a land with abundant water and grass, reborn, and devote yourself to the supreme authority!"

"What do you mean?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion.

"I was scared to death."

"Get out!" yelled Miss Granger.

Owen, who had released the illusion spell, raised his eyebrows and didn't care.

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In the underground cave, in front of the arch, the strange man was still adjusting his Rubik's Cube in his hand.

"I have to say, the resonance you just triggered is very interesting." He suddenly said. "Is this ancient magic?"

"Who are you?" Owen walked up to Hermione and looked up at the man, holding the wand warily in his hand.

"I thought you would remember me." The man looked up at Owen, but after just one glance, he continued to focus on the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

His fingers were very slender and as white as if they were smeared with 10% dye. They were wrapped in a layer of gloves above the joints. Owen thought they might be fire dragon skin.

His left hand remained relatively still, while his right hand kept touching every engraved mark on the Rubik's Cube.

He adjusted the lenses on his eyes again and ran his fingers across the silver dial. Perhaps it was Owen's illusion. He found that the glasses the man was wearing were more transparent, and the light passed through them and shone on his eyes. on the eyes.

Very visible in the dark.

The skin on his face was exactly the same as the skin on his hands, the same white, the same dryness, which reminded Owen of white walls.

He has brown-black hair, and because of his glasses, others cannot see his face clearly, but his purple lips are particularly eye-catching.

He was wearing a gray, washed-out Muggle suit with a long tail, and black trousers stained with dust. There are obvious traces of sewing on the ankles, because the trouser legs are one short and the other is long. He is dressed like a member of the Weasley family, but Molly will make her child's clothes more comfortable to wear, and will not make the same trouser legs. A low-level mistake like long and short.

As he spoke, the man had already adjusted the Rubik's Cube again.

The same floats, the same causes fluctuations in ancient magic power.

This time it was even more intense than last time.

It also lasts longer.

The broken arch seemed to condense into a mirror, as clear as a mirror.

Owen even saw another world inside the arch, which was a splendid place.

But - the man was not satisfied.

In other words, what he cares about is not the time behind the arch, but the manipulation of ancient magic by the floating, trembling Rubik's Cube that becomes increasingly violent.

"boom!"

A whole dozen seconds.

The arch opened for ten seconds.

In the end, it was suddenly closed because the Rubik's Cube could no longer withstand the pressure of ancient magic.

"Amazing!" Owen said in a deep voice in the darkness.

There was more admiration in the eyes looking at the man.

What an amazing idea to control ancient magic.

And he was almost successful.

"Amazing?" The man smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I once determined to use this power to improve people's livelihood and help the weak and the poor." He squatted down and picked up the Rubik's Cube from the ground again.

"But that's all we can do now."

He put the Rubik's Cube into his pocket, and the arm guard on his right hand automatically extended. Then, like mercury pouring down the ground, a metal crutch stood on the ground in an instant.

Then he limped forward from the center of the cave to the surrounding walls.

He stopped at a mural.

"This carving is probably more than a thousand years old." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

In front of him is a carving of a great knight. The erosion of the years has made it difficult to see the true face of the knight. The only thing that is clear is the long sword straddling his waist. The gems inlaid on the hilt are still clear to this day.

"Magic was able to create such great miracles more than a thousand years ago, but a thousand years later, we can't even find the door. I have to say, it's really sad.

Ancient magic should not be wasted like this! "

"So who are you?" In the dark cave, the only light was the faint light from the wand in Owen's hand.

In a daze, Owen felt that the man looked really familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

But looking closer, the memory is a bit fuzzy.

"Professor McGonagall said that the most talented child in the castle is named Owen." He turned around slowly and took off his glasses. Revealing those dark eyes.

"Victor, Victor Norton, your alchemy professor, Wendy. (Irving's middle name.)" Although his voice was full of fatigue, it was much clearer than before.

"It's you!"

Suddenly, Owen thought of this person.

Before the Battle of Hogwarts, he appeared with the Aurors to fend off the Death Eaters.

At that time, I just glanced at him from a distance and didn't know the man's name.

Now - Victor?

"Are you a saint?" Owen saw the necklace on the young man's chest.

The Three Sacred Artifacts are highly recognizable.

"Open it!" Victor said softly, "You are the person chosen by ancient magic, and you should be able to open this door."

He didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

"Where is that place over the arch? Have you been at the castle a long time ago?" Owen pulled Hermione and walked down the stairs together.

"The treasures left behind in this castle are what Magic looked like when he was young." Victor held his cane and turned back to the arch little by little. He stood in front of the door and stared blankly. "Magic should be greater, instead of being a stone standing here."

He reached out and touched the stone door, "I arrived at the castle a month ago and was invited by Principal Dumbledore to investigate the secrets of ancient magic in the castle - when he found that the portraits of the principal were unwilling to share some hidden secrets with him. ."

Owen also walked over.

For him, controlling ancient magic is as simple as eating and drinking.

He waved his wand very easily, and the arches reunited and opened the door to another place.

And it was stable without any ripples.

Looking at all this, Victor's face was calm, and there was no wave in his black eyes.

He just watched quietly, as if he was remembering.

"Professor, you don't have a friend named Jess!" Suddenly, Owen looked sideways and asked jokingly.

Hearing this, Victor came back to his senses and said, "No."

"It's fine if you don't have it, it's fine if you don't have it." Owen winked at the new alchemy professor with a grimace, "If you meet someone named Jace in the future, stay away from him!"

Then he turned his attention back to the arch in front of him.

It was resplendent inside, much like what he had encountered in the cave.

After hesitating for a moment, Owen decided to enter.

The first is his confidence in his own strength, and the second is that this is the bottom of Hogwarts after all. The arch standing here was obviously built by a certain professor or principal, or at least a wizard related to Hogwarts.

It is unlikely to endanger the students in the castle.

Go through the curtain.

It's like entering a new world.

There are still stone steps going down, but they are brightly lit.

The magic makes all these stone steps float in mid-air. Every time someone steps on them, the stone steps will naturally fall a little, and then bounce back up.

On the stone walls on both sides, the traces of artificial carving are very obvious.

Each metal, rose-like torch is burning with an eternal flame, illuminating the way forward.

Hermione followed Owen.

She definitely doesn't want to miss this amazing adventure.

Unless Owen gives her an oblivion spell and sends her back to the library.

Therefore, he didn't bother to persuade.

"So, how did you find out and walk in front of me?"

Owen's voice was particularly obvious on the empty stone steps.

"I'm not an idiot." Hermione glared at him, "There aren't many people in Hogwarts who can see through the invisibility cloak and do such boring pranks."

"I just noticed the dust on the ground," she said.

"Someone's footprints are quite obvious!"

"As for how I walked in front of you." Hermione frowned, her beautiful face full of confusion, "I clearly saw you walking in behind the oak door first."

"Wait a minute." Owen immediately found the key to the problem, "How long did it take you to discover the secret of that staircase."

"How long?" Hermione pondered, "Just a minute, it has many steps that are exactly the same, even the missing parts are the same. After repeating it several times, I discovered the anomaly."

"."

Owen didn't say anything anymore, and just walked forward with a dark face.

It was just a mistake in performance. Granger can't be smarter than his brother, right! That's it.

Victor followed the two of them, walking the slowest.

I don't know when there was a pendant box in his hand. Although it was difficult for ordinary people to see it, there was indeed a lot of ancient magic gathered into the box like water flowing to the bottom.

Suddenly they came to a platform.

It's like a platform carved out of the mountain.

There is no longer stone underfoot, but blue-gray marble that reflects light.

Looking carefully, there seems to be a layer of water mist on the marble, and the unique patterns of the marble are moving like waves with the swaying of the water mist.

At the end of the platform is a door with a metal frame and a marble door in the middle.

"This is--"

He was a little surprised, because he had seen the huge emblem carved on the door.

The long sword and wand are superimposed, followed by a majestic castle.

The coat of arms takes the shape of a flower.

This is what the Order of Merlin looks like.

"Did Merlin build this place?" Owen whispered doubtfully.

Merlin's relationship with Hogwarts is historically ambiguous.

Although the Slytherins advertised everywhere that Merlin graduated from their academy. But if you have studied a little history, you should know that Merlin was active more than six hundred years earlier than Hogwarts.

To say that Merlin graduated from Slytherin is completely a boast on their part.

Maybe Salazar Slytherin had received some guidance from Merlin!

This wave - this wave is the reversal of father and son.