I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Is that Extis a member of the God's Favored Order? He covered up the real God's Grant Tower and built Azkaban Castle on the outer surface?"

Owen had reason to be so suspicious.

In fact, the gods are not fools, and it is impossible for them to erect the Divine Grant Tower in the wilderness openly.

The Divine Grant Tower has never existed in this world, such as the last location, the Divine Grant Tower that Owen discovered in the cave where Voldemort buried the Horcrux.

It requires ancient magic to open the door, and then the magic of the tower itself will 'teleport' the wizard into the tower.

As for the obelisk in the maelstrom, it should be an accident. It may be the intervention of an outside god that caused it to appear, because no wizard has ever found a tower in the whirlpool before.

Owen even had reason to suspect that the Divine Grant Tower had ‘fallen’.

"Huh!" He took a deep breath.

The world is really hard, why are there leaks everywhere!

Thinking of that maelstrom gave him a headache.

Below the earth model is a huge spiral staircase.

He stepped on those stone steps and walked down slowly.

The stairs were very deep, and Owen thought he had been walking for at least three or four minutes.

"Lumos!"

Several fireflies floated down following Owen's fingertips.

He saw a platform with more than a dozen alchemy puppets placed on the walls of the platform, but Owen did not feel the presence of magic. The place had been deserted for an unknown period of time, and those puppets had long since lost their power.

Going further, he found that he seemed to have arrived in a huge cave. There are huge stalactites above the head, and in front of them is a ten-foot-wide bridge that connects the gates carved into the mountain.

The sound of huge running water rushed under the bridge. I think the waterfall in the square should be the same river as the water here.

Cross the bridge and come to the gate.

"The ultimate fluorescent flash"

A few fluorescent lights are missing.

The underground space shrouded in darkness suddenly revealed its mystery.

This is a huge library!

Countless platforms are stacked all the way down in a staircase shape.

There are stone stairs that lead all the way underground, and on both sides of the stone stairs, books are placed in the excavated mountains.

The fluorescent light was downwards and it floated for a full minute, but I didn't see the bottom.

You can imagine how huge this underground library is.

Owen guessed that almost the entire mountain had been hollowed out to make a library—no—not just books.

He threw out more than a dozen fluorescent balls, and the area illuminated by the light increased.

Owen even felt that this place should be regarded as a warehouse.

In addition to books, there were as many miscellaneous things as those books, and his magic radar was about to explode.

Countless powerful magic waves were like twinkling stars in the dark night, and Owen couldn't count how many there were at the moment.

"I would like to call this Miss Granger's Happy House."

Walking down the stone steps, I picked up the book on the side - "Listening to God's Favored Ones".

Turned a few pages.

The words filled with a strong religious atmosphere made Owen frown, but he still endured his temper and quickly read through the entire book.

Generally speaking, this is a religious book about gods enlightening mortals, giving them magical power, and dividing sin and justice. Of course, this book also has the identity of the heirs, but it is obvious that they are classified into the demons of hell. within the scope.

In addition, this is a book that introduces the founding history and traditional culture of this city called ‘Ionian City’.

The effect is almost the same as the 'Lishiquyuan' and 'Shui'an Famous Residence' that Muggles find on the roadside.

Mainly focusing on first-hand IQ testing.

But this book is not without its merits. At least Owen understood the role of the golden disk in the square and the meaning behind the sacrifice.

In ancient times, at least hundreds of years ago, disc sacrifices were a reward and they represented holiness.

The implication is that when the spirit enters the kingdom of God, the body is still driven by God.

At that time, only those who had made great contributions to the Order could be granted this rite.

It is completely different from the current miscellaneous soldier generation machine.

Okay - Owen really can't help but complain.

Look - what a spirit this is!

Zero and seven are alive, but the body must continue to work for the gods after death!

As for the soul - it was probably chewed up by the Outer God in one bite. (He guessed)

Where can I find such employees?

Such workers are simply role models and benchmarks for leeks.

After leaving this book behind.

Picked up another one.

This one is indeed a magic book.

There are several good spells recorded, but - they are of no use to Owen. He already knows enough ancient spells. Unless it was a very subtle magic spell, he looked down upon everything else.

Throw it away again.

Pick up another one.

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It's like a maze-like warehouse down here.

Owen wandered around for several days.

In the process, he also encountered some good things, but most of them were of no use to him.

Times are always improving. Although the progress of magic is compared with the green stocks in the stock market, the progress is not that obvious.

But all in all it's an upward spiral.

This has resulted in many magic spells in this library having good modern replacement spells.

Except for some powerful black magic, the rest of the conventional magic is not of much use, but it is very valuable as a reference book on the history of magic.

Of course, in addition to the value of recorded words, these books also have value in themselves, which is called the value of heritage. For some magic schools, these books are treasures and a ladder for students' progress.

For example: emerging magic schools like Ilvermorny.

Time passes little by little.

Owen couldn't remember how long he stayed here. Anyway, he slept when he was sleepy and ate when he was hungry.

It seemed like this underground warehouse was tempting him.

One day, I don’t know if it’s day or night.

Owen wandered into a corner that had not been visited for hundreds of years and found a desiccated corpse next to a collapsed book.

Because the dryness of the warehouse will slow down the rate of decay, Owen cannot tell whether the mummy in front of him has been dead for two hundred years or four hundred years.

The corpse was wearing the standard uniform of the God's Favorite recorded in the books. Although it had rotted, the milky white fabric and the rune ring made of gold thread could still be seen vaguely.

Owen was naturally not interested in their clothes, but he was very interested in a corrosive rune magic stone wrapped around the neck of the corpse.

Hundreds of years later, this magic stone still exudes magical power.

But not its magic.

Owen picked up the magic stone and crushed it easily, revealing a white stone inside.

He recognized it as a 'key stone' at a glance.

It is the same type of magic item as the road stone that opens the holy mist.

These two things were introduced in the books he read in the past few days.

The 'Keystone' is an exclusive key that opens a specific magical door, and is generally held by the members of the Seven-member Council of God's Favored Ones.

Then the identity of this mummy is clear, a councilor from Ionia City.

A congressman, through time, Owen seemed to see what was behind the sacred curtain. How could such a person die here inexplicably?

After carefully searching the body.

Under its decaying robes he found a book.

Strictly speaking, it is not a book, but more like a manuscript, a precise and detailed architectural drawing. The drawing records the core mystery hidden deep in the large underground warehouse of Ionia.

There is a hall deep underground in Ionia City, a mine called the ‘Tree Canopy’.

Produce something called 'Origin Crystal'.

"Essence crystal?" Owen immediately grasped the key point of the matter.

Ancient magic is also called original magic. In places where ancient magic is extremely strong, magic will exist in the form of flowing water. This kind of crystal - could it be the crystallization of ancient magic?

"No wonder a city was built here. It turns out there are treasures buried underground!" He sighed, and then glanced at the mummy on the ground.

Turn around and leave here.

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On the other side, Sirius disappeared in the square of Ionia City.

There were also a dozen Muggles.

The remaining people have been stuck here for five or six days.

Although Sirius left enough food this time, nothing happened to them that challenged the bottom line of human nature, but being trapped here was not an option.

They also tried to find a way out, but this Ionia was built in a valley surrounded by several peaks. Some Muggles tried to climb over those mountains, but were frightened back by the bottomless cliff behind the peaks.

These days, Muggles live in the city. Fortunately, there are so many places to stay in this place. One house for each of them is more than enough. It didn't cause any confusion.

"This can't go on like this."

Older Muggles signaled a crisis.

It is true that they cannot continue like this, because food is limited after all. No matter how frugal they are, they will finish the remaining food in two days.

"The one who left before - that wizard." The old man seemed unwilling to pronounce the term. "He said that if he can't come back, he will let us find another one."

"Find another one?" Everyone fell into silence.

If it was four days ago, they would have fiercely objected. Who didn't see how that young man tortured those animals?

If it were three days ago, they would probably object. After all, no one wants to be in danger, especially unknown danger.

If it was two days, one day ago, they would only shout a few words, which was enough to be worthy of those dead souls.

Now - haha ​​- someone has turned their attention to the French mother holding the girl.

"Why me." The woman said irritably, with fear and anger in her eyes.

"Because your daughter is also a wizard, those two people said it themselves." Someone in the crowd shouted.

"That's right, your daughter caused an earthquake before. Do you think we are all blind?"

"That's right! They are all the same kind. He will definitely not take your daughter's life."

The noise in the crowd grew louder and louder.

The woman glared at the wallflowers. Previously, when her daughter suddenly burst out with mysterious power, these people thought that they were the Virgin Mary, Lord, performing miracles.

But now it's like a used mop. I dislike it, complain about it, and just want it out of my sight.

"You can't be so selfish."

"That's right, think about us too."

The noisy sounds beat the woman's heartstrings. She could not hear all the words clearly. She knew a little English, which was enough for daily communication.

As for Spanish and Italian, I don’t understand them at all.

But it didn't matter if she didn't understand. Just the hateful expressions on those people's faces and the fact that a few of them were translating in French were enough for her to understand what was happening in front of her.

"Mom~" (French)

"I feel terrible."

At this time, the girl's weak voice sounded in her arms.

She was in very bad condition, her face was pale, and her body was covered with a thin layer of black mist.

The black mist seemed to be composed of many tiny particles, and it was spreading all over the girl's body.

"It's okay, mom is here, mom is here!" The woman turned into a lion protecting her cub, staring at the people around her fiercely.

The men locked eyes with the woman.

Then his expression became unnatural.

A little embarrassed, but also a little bit conscience-stricken.

As a mother, she has an instinct that she needs to calm her child down and not have any emotional fluctuations.

This is the experience I have summarized over the past few days.

So - she immediately left the square, heading towards a deserted place, heading towards - the most splendid building in the distance.

On the other side, Owen, who continued to wander around the large underground warehouse in Ionia, finally found the passage to the source crystal vein with the help of the drawings in his hand.

In the spiderweb-like passage, Owen found the corpses of many gods' favored ones.

They seemed to be fighting with people here, but Owen did not see any wounds on their bodies.

This is normal. The wizard has various methods, so Avada Kedavra will not leave any wounds on his body.

But you can fight against the God's Favored Ones here - this is their base camp!

Could it be that there was internal strife?

Irving doesn't know why. The past history is like a quagmire, and he has no ability to find a thread out of the quagmire.

There are more and more mummies around.

Like a wave of corpses.

The direction they both faced was deeper into the passage.

Finally, after walking for more than ten minutes, he saw a glazed gate.

The door has a groove into which the keystone can be inserted.

The mummies on the ground were piled up and layered on the door. Arms as dry as firewood knocked on the Liuli people. On their faces, the eyeless pupils were wide open and their mouths were shouting. They looked like abandoned children abandoned by the world. It could be seen from their postures and movements that They wanted to get behind the gate, and they wanted to get in desperately.

Owen took out his wand and tried to move the mummies somewhere else.

At this moment, a burst of cold magic suddenly came from behind him.

"Ultimate defense!"

"Split into pieces!"

Subconsciously, he turned around and cast a defensive spell. During this gap, he also cast a splitting spell.

The gray magic power hit the black mist-like shadow.

With a "bang" sound, the black mist exploded like particles.

"Uh - Obscurus?"

The black, ribbon-like substance that came forward was actually an Obscurus.

"What accident happened up there?"

When the little girl was rescued, her expression looked normal. An Obscurus would only transform into an Obscurus when he loses control of his emotions.

So, something must have happened above that made the girl lose control of her emotions.

"Tsk - it's really troublesome."

Owen whispered.

Then he stirred up the wand, and a lot of white mist suddenly emerged from the tip of the crystal wand.

The mist floated slowly, quickly wrapping the mass of silence at a weird speed that looked slow but was actually very fast.

"Quiet down!"

The mist began to shrink, and the mass of silence let out a terrifying, inhuman roar, and then surged wildly.

But this is of no use.

Owen is trying out a new ancient magic-using technique.

In mid-air, the struggle of Obscurus became smaller and smaller, and finally it landed smoothly on the ground, twitching, gathering together and re-condensing into the little girl.

"Sure enough - the Patronus Charm can be used in this way!" The corners of the young man's mouth slowly raised.

As we all know, magic is the power of emotions.

Most of the spells are related to emotions, and the same goes for the Obscurus. The parasitic magical power that lives in their bodies is called the Obscurus. This power comes from their intense painful emotions.

The Patronus Charm is the most powerful spell in magic that outputs positive emotions. Just now, he had a Patronus to comfort Obscurus, causing him to return to his human form.

The theory seems easy to say, but in fact, there are almost no people in the magic world who can use the patron saint in this way. Perhaps only the heirs can do it with the blessing of ancient magic.

On the other side, the panicked little girl opened her gray eyes and stared at Owen in horror.

"Mom - help!" (French)

I really felt pity for that little face, but it was a pity that she met Owen.

"Now you know how to call me mom. Let me tell you, it's useless!" (French)

Owen, who rushed over and pinched the girl's cheek, smiled ferociously.

After ravaging it for a while, he took out a bottle of magic potion from his pocket.

"Drink it or I'll beat you up!"

Faced with the threat of the humanoid devil in front of her, the little girl was frightened and helpless. She could only take the potion tremblingly, hold it in both hands, break and cork the bottle while sobbing.

How so! How so! I can’t break it apart!

The increasingly anxious girl was about to cry.

But even though she tried her best, the cork didn't move at all.

That's it - going back and forth for a full two minutes.

Finally she lost her strength, holding the dark green potion bottle in both hands, raised her head, and stared at him eagerly.

"You can't even unscrew this!"

"How stupid!" Owen grabbed the potion bottle from her hand.

"It's not forced!" he said, "You have to turn it!"

As he spoke, Owen held the mouth of the glass bottle tightly with his left hand and the cork with his right hand. He twisted it hard but it didn't open.

"???"

No, no, no - it must be the wrong way to open it, try again in another direction.

Still not open

"Um--"

Owen was stunned instantly. He became so angry that he used all his strength. The veins on his arms popped out and his eyes widened. Unfortunately, the cork still didn't move at all.

"I'm sorry——"

There is an Arabic proverb that goes well - one cannot be angry casually, because once you are angry, you will use your true skills, and others will know that your true skills are terrible!

Irving is roughly in this state now.