I, Hogwarts Second Week

The two stopped talking.

Coatl left the house that belonged to Owen and plunged into the wilderness.

Owen, on the other hand, began to raise his head and look for a way to leave from his memory palace.

It's not that difficult.

In the memories about ancient magic given to him by Dean Brigid.

The most peculiar aspects of this magic are well documented.

The dean also mentioned it.

There is no way for him to get home.

Ancient magic fundamentalism, the principle of regression.

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No other sounds could be heard in the room, except for the gentle breeze blowing the windows and the sudden rustling.

But that was only temporary. As Owen began to calm down, the wind outside the window gradually calmed down.

There is no concept of time in the illusion. It may be a second, or it may be several months.

Sometimes Irving would chat with Coyate out of boredom.

After all, it's too boring, and the conversation is also to obtain information about alien gods.

This was a good opportunity, because Owen could see that her psychological defense was already very weak.

"What does it feel like to be noticed by an alien god?"

After completely sorting out the magical knowledge that Dean Brigid had forced into his head, Owen also left the house.

He relaxed a bit and then started trying to decipher the environment.

In the wilderness, a cool breeze blew.

He 'created' a table, just like the coffee tables found on the streets of Paris.

He sat in one of the two armchairs.

Now he especially likes this kind of chair because he can lean on the armrests and the seat cushion is soft enough.

"focus on?"

Owen's voice penetrated her ears like wind.

This is his biggest concern.

"Imagine there is such a place." She said in a cold voice with a tone of despair: "It will always be night there, and you dare not give up hope for the dawn that will never come."

She stood up from the ground and sat on another armchair, "When I was a child, I was afraid of things hidden in the dark. I was so stupid." She laughed at herself, "What I'm afraid of is actually the things hidden in the dark. I."

"." Owen leaned on the armrest, feeling inexplicably touched. This reminded him of Zhou Mu in his dream. During the days when the Death Eaters were defeated like a mountain, he also held on to such expectations, and finally drowned in the river. In the abyss of waiting for change, when he fell, the world ushered in the light, and the violence of the Death Eaters pushed the world back to normal.

It turns out - he is the darkness.

"When I killed you, your eyes were dull and there was a frown between your eyebrows. It felt like you had been tortured for days at a glance? What? Can an outside god still hurt you?"

"It can only really affect reality." She continued, "He can only torture your spirit and make you sink into illusions.

Have you ever felt your skin crawling? It’s like there are a thousand needles stuck in every pore, and every vein is bleeding—”

"Compared to Zhi's torture, this is just scratching an itch."

In the calmest tone, Koyatel tore open his most painful and bleeding wound and told him about it.

This suddenly reminded Owen that he had been having nightmares recently and couldn't sleep.

This situation seems to have started after he Legilimency Koatl!

Could it be that he was also cursed by the outer gods at that time?

This is very possible.

"Actually, I should have died a long time ago," she said. "I don't understand why I am the only one alive among so many experimental subjects."

"I think God gave me a second life, so I can endure the torture because I don't take it for granted."

"Then why are you seeking life and death now?" Owen asked.

"Because survival means never stopping, and I'm tired."

"It doesn't matter if I'm tired, I always feel sleepy!" Owen lay flatly on the armchair, looking up at the gorgeous galaxy.

"But there's one thing you guessed wrong." He turned his head after a moment, "It wasn't the outer god who kept you alive."

"It's ancient magic, or some kind of gods recognized you. Although I don't know why the virtual image of Quetzalcoatl appears on you so clearly, but she did recognize you. That's why The reason why you have ancient magic in your body.”

Owen continued: "Not everyone can accept ancient magic. Forcibly injecting it into the body will only cause the body to rush back to the furnace of life. Minor ones, such as growing fangs, scales, tails, horns, etc. , in severe cases, the body will collapse and turn into a mass of sarcoma spurting blood."

Victor is an expert in this field. He has used ancient magic to transform countless creatures. The seafood in the second exam was transformed by him and the other party.

"I guess those sarcomas were the shadow of your childhood!" he said.

She responded to the fragments of her memory that she saw during the first exam.

Those broken glass jars, blood and corpses on the ground should be left behind by the biological transformation.

"It's the same thing." He sat up from the chair, and the wind blew across the wasteland, which represented the waves in his heart.

"Give me the information about the outer gods, and I will let you live."

"If you don't give it, go to hell!"

The wind suddenly became noisy, blowing the fragments between Koyatel's eyebrows and flying randomly. She suddenly stood up and looked at Owen blankly.

"Mortals can't defeat the alien gods, and humans can't kill the gods! Not even you!"

"What are you struggling with?" She looked a little excited. "Except for the last Hufflepuff and Merlin, the average lifespan of other heirs is less than twenty years old!"

"This is just a game, the game of the Outer God. Watching the ants struggle will make him find it interesting. But his fun is constantly decreasing."

"It won't be long, very soon, he will come back from the place of exile. Sanchez, if I were yours, I would never reveal my identity, and then find a place with no one for comfort with your brown-haired girl. Live your life.

If you still have a lifetime! "Coatl said sternly, she was stating the fact that the world is coming to an end.

But Owen, who heard the sound, didn't show much change in his expression. He still had that nonchalant expression on his face.

"Really?" he said suddenly mockingly.

"Then at least before the world is destroyed, I can raise my middle finger to that garbage outer god! And you will just run away."

"If there is a visitor from another world who digs up my body in the future, he will definitely be moved by my strong fighting will and indomitable fighting spirit, and then he will also give me a middle finger!"

"Ha!" Owen opened his arms, "What an interesting soul, maybe someone will shed tears for my noble soul!"

"Crazy!" said Coatl.

"Crazy? How wonderful it is for a madman to have no worries." He sang in a weird accent, and then walked briskly back to the house not far away.

"Love me walking alone in a dark alley, love me not kneeling, love me facing despair - and then laugh.

Do you want to go? Do you deserve this handsome cloak?

To the whimpering and roaring in the morning

In the light, I am definitely a hero! "

His voice traveled far and wide, echoing in this small world.

Full of pathological pride and fearlessness.

Coatl couldn't understand why he could laugh at God's incompetence before the end of the world.

Who gave him the courage?

Didn't what I said clearly enough?

Are his methods, those torture methods, absolutely unbearable by ordinary people?

Why? This guy is still like this.

Why?

She couldn't figure it out, and she might never figure it out!

When Owen returned to the room, he quickly threw away the garbage Qingxu.

This is a unique skill of his. After being tortured by those eye-catching things in the first week, he understood the truth. Expired emotions and memories are just junk files. He is reluctant to delete them, leaving only troubles and bonds. .

If he couldn't let go of the week's story, then he would never chat and laugh with Harry and the others.

If he was worried about outer gods destroying the world, then he wouldn't pursue Miss Granger.

If-if!

There are so many fucking ifs.

When the outside god comes, fuck him!

If you can't do it, you'll die!

There is no use in thinking so much!

It's better to learn two more magic spells to get used to them.

So, memory palace – activated!

Next, Owen began to devote himself to studying the fundamentalism of ancient magic.

This is a profound subject.

Fundamentalism has two major principles - the principle of causation and the principle of regression.

This aspect of knowledge is very obscure and difficult to understand. If any other wizard would have to study it thoroughly, it would take at least several years. But Owen is different. He stands on the shoulders of giants.

Muggle shoulders.

Compared with the slow development of wizards, Muggles' development in philosophy is rapid and violent. In the "five-way" proof of the existence of God by the medieval theologian Thomas Aquinas, he used the causal relationship of things, b is Cause a, c is cause b, and d is cause c. If there is such a causal chain, then there must be a first driving force, the so-called inevitable ultimate cause, that is, God. (Different from the causal cycle we understand, this should be said to be a causal chain)

In the principle of causality, everything is interconnected, leaving a place for the first cause.

And bring it into magic.

Ancient magic is that first cause deduced by the heirs.

All things begin from the great one, and differences arise from one.

The principle of regression means that all things tend to converge forever, that is, magic always tends to converge. It is moving closer to ancient magic. This is a trend and an objective phenomenon, just like Muggle magic. Just like discovering why apples fall to the ground instead of the sky, and thereby summarizing the law of universal gravitation, wizards also discovered from magic that they are all moving closer to ancient magic, this regressive principle.

No wonder - he can add ancient magic to ordinary spells, he messes up the cause and effect relationship, the magic is originally derived from ancient magic - of course it will converge.

From this point of view, this should not be called ancient magic at all, but should be called primitive magic, source magic, origin magic, etc. to better suit its characteristics.

After understanding this truth in the illusion.

Owen began to focus on learning how to use these two characteristics of ancient magic to derive the magic he wanted.

It's a very interesting process.

In the process, he began to discover that he no longer needed to recite spells, but could directly use the causal principles of ancient magic to deduce any spell. Of course, this would be very troublesome and not practical, but The fun of this kind of research is intoxicating.

Soon he became obsessed with experiments to derive magic spells.

In the process, Owen was able to deduce almost the entire evolution history of the entire curse, which lasted for thousands of years, taking the simplest lock-picking spell - Alajo Cave Opening as an example.

He could deduce the original appearance before this spell - the door was open. This spell could break the door lock, but sometimes it would leave a smoking hole in the keyhole.

In its previous form, it was 'Open Sesame' which simply ripped the door off its hinges and chopped it all into firewood.

The previous spells were very crude and not as subtle as "Alajo Cave Opens".

This kind of derivation of magic spells allows him to clearly understand the development process of a magic spell. It is definitely the most powerful helper in inventing new spells and counteracting other spells.

For example, he can now try to deduce the counter-curse of Shen Feng Wuying.

Or - the killing curse?

Hmm--this is a big project, let's talk about it later.

The most important thing is to get out of here now.

Then Irving began to devote all his energy to returning the spiritual world to ancient magic.

As long as this world belongs to ancient magic, it will naturally disintegrate and disappear.

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"Farewell - friends, relatives, lovers, and all the names in the world that point to you."

And in reality.

In the secret room in the kitchen, where Ms. Hufflepuff rests, a simple but tender funeral is being held.

"Farewell forever - you stopped working hard in this world, bid farewell to the world, and returned to your home in heaven. My dear ones, I hope you will always be happy on the other side."

In a solemn atmosphere, the red-haired Weasleys gathered in a circle.

They stood quietly in the land where malt grew and grew, remembering the sad people and silently looking at the people in the soil.

It's the mutilated body in the coffin.

In addition to members of the Weasley family, Ron's parents and grandfather were all here.

Harry, Hermione, and all the professors were watching.

After all, the identity of the wizard buried here is not only her mother and ancestor, she is also the hero who saved Hogwarts and the wizarding world.

Her achievements should not be forgotten, but should be engraved in stone and will still be remembered by the world 10,000 years later.

"Shane Maeve Weasley." Mr. Septimus Weasley held a yellowed parchment scroll in his hand and told her achievements in a serious and tragic voice.

From her narration, the surrounding wizards learned what this hero from hundreds of years ago had done for them.

"Your body may rot, but your spirit will always live on."

"May your descendants find comfort in their grief."

Then all the wizards present raised their wands.

Fluorescence shines on the top of the wand, like stars falling into the mortal world.

In the midst of solemnity, Mr. Septimus picked up the soil on the ground and sprinkled it on the pure white coffin.

The wizard's funeral was simple.

Compared to Muggles, they have simplified almost all unnecessary procedures.

The only difference is probably that at the funeral, relatives will break the wizard's wand and place it on the coffin. This is a long tradition. The broken wand heralds the wizard's complete farewell to this world.

It continues from thousands of years ago to the present.

But since it is a tradition, not all wizards will abide by it.

Some wizards will keep the wands of their predecessors as a source of comfort.

Some have no descendants, and no one is qualified to break the wand of the deceased.

There are also some wizards who will put the wand intact into the hands of the deceased and let them sleep together.

This conceals their vision of the resurrection of the dead.

In short, a wand represents a certain connection between the wizard and the world. In the magical world, the wand is the most important weapon, ritual instrument, and ghost tool. It almost connects the wizard's life and death, existence and nothingness.

As for Shani's crystal wand, naturally Dumbledore would not let it be broken or buried.

After all, it was the wand of the previous heir. There might be deeper secrets, and these secrets were exactly what they needed and urgently needed.

In this way, a simple funeral ended in a hurry.

Without staying too long, Dumbledore turned around and left.

During this period, the wizarding world was not at peace. Since Grindelwald arrived in North America, more and more intelligence has been transmitted back to Hogwarts.

Only then did they learn that attacks on wizards were not unique to Britain.

The whole of North America is also in chaos. The Purifiers are a more evil organization than the Death Eaters, because they want to clean up the entire North American wizards, while the Death Eaters are just ruling.

In this comparison, it seems that the Death Eaters have become more righteous.

In addition, the Daily Prophet published several disturbing reports.

Muggles found many Muggle corpses along the eastern coast of the British Isles.

The new Muggle Prime Minister has also called the Minister of Magic many times because many of their people have disappeared for no reason.

Anyway, Mr. Prime Minister placed all the blame on the minister.

I heard that Mr. Crouch also lost out in a verbal dispute with a certain Sir who was the Cabinet Secretary at the time. Anyway, he was frustrated in Downing Street.

The Auror Command had to resume high-intensity operations. This was another long overtime career they had started after the World Cup.

"professor!"

Dumbledore wasn't very fast on his feet, so it wasn't difficult for Hermione to catch up with him.

"I want to visit St. Goman's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies."

"Miss Granger, didn't you go there yesterday?" the principal stopped and said with a trace of worry on his face.

"Yesterday - yes yesterday, today."

"Okay, Miss Granger, I think the therapists at St. Goman's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies will be able to find a solution. They are professionals." The old headmaster comforted Hermione, but maybe even he didn't believe this. .

The curse rebound incident that happened to Irving and Koyatel is by no means that simple.

There has been only one rebound in the history of the Killing Curse, and that was when Harry's mother's love rebounded against Voldemort's Death Curse.