I, Hogwarts Second Week

The road ahead was far beyond Owen's imagination.

After walking through a long muddy road, he originally thought that the dark environment would continue forever, but the dim light in the distance gave him away from this idea.

The roots of many branches suddenly spread out in the cave.

Those thick roots filled with water vapor were shiny. When Owen looked closer, he found that there were small crystals about the size of a fingernail growing on the surface of the roots.

No - it can't be said to be crystal. It's closer to a gel, like resin, than a hard substance.

The muddy land no longer reveals clay, but is replaced by endless moss.

There are blue flowers growing on the moss, and an illusory wing dances in the fluorescence, leaving a luminous afterimage behind it.

"Magic makes people arrogant." Owen kicked a stone away and let it jump among the entangled tree roots. His waist was bulging with resin, which he collected from the roots.

This thing actually contains subtle ancient magic, which is simply magical.

"Whether it's the Outer Gods, gods, Death Eaters, or the Order of the Phoenix, all spellcasters seem to automatically ignore the presence of Muggles."

"What use can they be used for?" Sirius asked disapprovingly.

"We are fighting against the gods, and they will only hold us back. I also know the history of Muggles, and I know that they have launched several so-called wars with gods.

Unfortunately, apart from killing each other, no one knows where their god is.

Maybe it was just an old mage's prank and they believed it. "

"The gods are just more powerful wizards. The battles between wizards in ancient times have become the same thing as the battle between gods. It's easy to laugh at fifty steps. Wizards are no smarter than Muggles. ." Owen said, raising his eyebrows.

"You are the wizard." Sirius reminded.

"So! Am I not wiping the butt of my predecessors? Do you think I 'love' this job?" Owen said angrily.

Sirius didn't say anything to this, although sometimes he would forget that the young wizard next to him was only a fifteen-year-old child, but when the topic came to this, he would realize that the burden Owen was carrying was far greater than he imagined. .

Moving forward, five or six minutes later, they found a platform.

Yes, the platform - waiting hall, track change command hall, and aisles reserved for moving goods are all there.

But they still didn't find the carriage.

Leading to the deeper tracks, there is a conspicuous old-fashioned gate at the end of the platform.

It is not the kind that is pushed open, but a hanging door. The door is extremely majestic and has ancient reliefs carved on it.

At this time, the door revealed the passage where the two people passed side by side. Looking at the surrounding dark walls and the highly bent door frame, it seemed that some kind of battle must have occurred here.

Owen and Sirius looked at each other, stepped forward, and looked at it carefully.

Although the relief on the door is dilapidated, some pictures can still be seen vaguely. It is a volcanic crater with lava erupting, but what erupts is not magma, but all kinds of abnormal life - or in other words, At least in the eyes of modern wizards, they are all deformed lives.

The overall relief is scary, weird, but inexplicably sacred.

"The Crucible of Life?" The moment he saw the relief, Owen knew what story the relief told.

"What is that?" Sirius asked.

"A hypothesis of the origin of species. Legend has it that everything begins in the all-inclusive furnace of life, which is the world's original primordial soup. Under certain conditions, some substances in the furnace began to aggregate, and the first life was born."

"Primordial soup?" Sirius naturally didn't understand these profound things, and there was no place for these legends in his head.

"This hypothesis is almost dominant in the Muggle world. They believe that the macromolecules, amino acids, and proteins that originally represented life were born in the warm sea water that the earth has not completely cooled. In short, it does make some sense, but these are still unknown. Confirmed hypothesis." Owen continued, "Forget it, I know you don't understand, wizards are indeed Muggles."

With that he crossed the gate, Sirius following close behind.

The next journey was very torturous.

They don't seem to go straight down, but in spiral circles.

And there will be a platform every certain distance.

There are traces of fighting on the platforms. Each platform has a hanging door. Not surprisingly, all the hanging doors were destroyed.

Apparently there had been a rebellion here.

Knowing that the God's Favored Organization has also split, this is definitely good news for Irving.

However, compared to the initial pain in my legs - this happiness quickly disappeared.

"I feel like -" Owen took another breath, "I spent the first half of my life in these two hours."

"." Sirius wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had already taken off his robe. "Then your life is really short." Seizing the opportunity, he immediately sneered.

"Also, your little body is really weak. You have only been walking for two hours and you are so tired?

I remember when I escaped from Azkaban, I swam in the sea for more than ten hours with only a piece of wood. You must know that I was so thin that I was no longer human-like. Look at you again - tsk tsk.

I'm really worried about your happy life in the future. "

"Huh?" Owen, with unknown fire rising in his heart, glared at Sirius.

What do you mean when you say this?

How did these cool words come out of your mouth, Sirius?

Dude, with his small body, he can compete and wrestle with giants no matter what!

He just doesn't adapt to the environment here now!

Yes, environment.

It must be because the road is uneven.

Or maybe the moss was too slippery and didn't have enough grip, causing him to exert extra force with every kick.

Or it could be caused by the sweltering humidity here.

Facing Sirius's provocation, Owen had ten thousand reasons to refute, but now, his legs told him that it was better to speak less, because if he wasted any more energy on his words, he would not be able to lift anything after a while. One foot.

Immediately, Owen just snorted lightly, and then said coldly: "Then I'll just lie down, I like to be passive."

"." This silenced Sirius.

This guy is really thick-skinned.

However, he quickly stopped the topic and did not continue the conversation. After all, Owen was only a fifteen-year-old child. What experience could he have - he would not bully him.

We walked for another ten minutes.

Finally, when Owen couldn't lift it up in one breath and choked, his eyes suddenly opened.

They walked into a bud.

A hollow filled with greenery and fluorescence, intertwined with plants.

Juanjuan streams flow out from the gaps in the branches.

It flows into a huge pool in the center of the cave.

In the center of the pool, there are several stone pillars from the ancient Greek period.

It was forty or fifty feet high, with its top level with the top of the lava. The hazy mist gathered above the stone pillars and formed a net. Looking closely, it looked like a door floating in the air.

Water flows past the foundations of these stone pillars. A soft light lit up at the bottom of the pool, and a strange energy provoked the two of them, making their minds buzz, as if they were committing suicide against their souls, ancient and powerful.

It seems that it existed in ancient times, before the rise of mankind.

Owen didn't know where this idea came from. It might be the swaying water, and from time to time, several beautiful runes would flow out.

"Shh-"

Sirius made a silent gesture, and then pointed to an inconspicuous place in the pool.

Because of the stone pillars, Owen could not see it completely.

He shifted his position and looked in the direction of Sirius's finger.

It turns out that there is a divine skin messenger wrapped in the tree trunk.

"I guess this may be the original divine skin messenger that existed in the legend of giants." Owen whispered. From the rotten smell under the terrifying flesh and blood cloak, he could tell that this 'corpse' was at least 10 years old. It's been hundreds of years.

"He may not be alive yet," Sirius said cautiously.

"Then he's not necessarily dead yet!" Owen interjected.

He took out his wand and pointed it at the pool from a distance. The stone pillars were connected with each other, and the pale white mist produced caused waves of malice.

It was an intuition, as if he was being watched all the time.

"It doesn't matter, dead or not, just a last hit!"

With that said, Owen rushed out, condensing powerful magic power with the wand in his hand.

"Soul torrent."

The blue-white meteor hit the ancient divine skin messenger hidden at the root of the tree.

"Buzz!"

A harsh sound, like the sound of countless mechanical fragments colliding together and breaking wealth, was deafening.

The moment this weird 'howl' came out, Owen felt something bad.

"Wait - that's - the dead are raised."

Just when Owen was thinking about what kind of disaster would happen, Sirius roared and gave the answer.

In the passage behind them.

Those mummies, those that had been dead for a hundred years or even longer, suddenly staggered up one by one. Their dry pupils were filled with a strange dark green light, and their mutilated bodies spit out black goo.

The goo becomes their new limbs.

It can even become their weapon.

In the blink of an eye, the black matter in the sky turned into the sharpest spear, and it was thrown towards Sirius, covering the sky.

"Armor for protection!" he growled.

Just pick it with your fingertips, and you will be "broken into pieces"

The gray curse flew away, instantly smashing the dead body closest to him into pieces.

Of course - as he expected, the broken corpse did not die on the spot. The surrounding tree roots eerily lit up with a bright green light, and then the sticky crystals on the tree trunks, like a resin-like liquid, gathered. On the dead body.

Soon, these dead people stood up again.

"These tree roots and dead bodies are connected together. We have stepped into a trap!" Sirius said urgently.

Such creatures that cannot be killed and continue to resurrect within a specific range also exist in other places, but generally speaking, they are puppets and the like, and they usually exist in wizards' graveyards, used for tomb robbers. The thief struck hard head on. There is no such thing as mobilizing dead bodies like this.

This isn't the Inferi either - the Inferi don't resurrect after being defeated, they're just difficult and numerous.

"Please bear with me, I'm in a lot of trouble here too." The Godskin Messenger woke up faster than Owen believed. He originally thought that regardless of whether he was dead or alive, if the soul surged through, even if he was alive and in a state of suspended animation, he would be able to wake up. The last hit kills him.

The result - the moment his magic touched the monster covered in god's skin, it suddenly resurrected, then pulled out a dark crystal sword from the root of the tree, transformed into a hare rabbit, and started messing around. Channel.

The key is, within a few steps, this guy disappeared.

"The true form is revealed!"

Swinging the wand, a golden light appeared, and in a daze, a shadow was outlined in the pool.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Owen immediately cast a spell, and the spell directly hit the god-skin messenger. The next second, as if his life had been withdrawn and withered, the monster in human skin stepped into the kingdom of the dead. The next second, the cloak A gray light lit up, as if a chain was pulling it back.

"Two." Owen muttered silently in his heart.

This is the second time the monster has died.

His Soul Riptide also killed once.

"Multiple Freeze!"

The cold air spread crazily, and this time it was no longer just the ground.

With the blessing of ancient magic, even the air began to condense.

White mist formed immediately.

And just when Owen was about to cast the next spell.

Suddenly, a white and black sword energy rushed straight to his face.

Faced with this sudden magic, Owen did not choose to resist, but rolled sideways to avoid it.

Then a mournful howl came from the hall.

Mixed with some kind of white and black magic, it spreads around.

"Super strong armor protection! Ultimate protection! All protection!"

Owen released the three protective spells almost instantly.

Taking advantage of the opponent's forward motion, he waved his staff again to cast a life-killing curse.

"three!"

The monster's voice magic seems to have encountered a filter. Every time it passes through a protective spell set by Owen, it will be weakened. After passing three protective spells, its voice is still sharp and harsh, and it also makes Owen's mind A lot of scary things surfaced.

As if carrying a spiritual curse.

When fighting against this unknown creature, one must be careful in everything. Ever since he learned that this creature's weapon could easily tear apart his protective spell, Owen had lost confidence in the Iron Armor Curse.

And just when he was stunned.

The figure in the mist was extremely fast, arriving in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

The strange weapon that looked like a full moon was burning with white and black flames, and its target was the head on his neck.

Owen's reaction was quick enough, and he quickly tilted his head back.

The flame almost brushed his eyebrows.

But just when he was lucky to have dodged the blow, he noticed that the messenger's left hand was burning with a fireball, coming towards him.

The next second, the crown on Owen's head came to life.

The giant dragon raised its head, and brilliant golden flames flowed down.

"Upside down golden hook!"

He also quickly cast a spell, the gray magic light flashed through, and the monster was pushed back.

"Huh!" Take a deep breath.

Owen flipped his hair thankfully.

Well - luckily I didn't get burned.

Depend on! I almost told you here, this guy's attack speed is so fast!

Just in case, he took out the sleeping Sirocco from his backpack, woke it up, and held it in his arms.

"It's up to you two! The three of us combined, with six eyes, I don't believe we can't keep up with the attack rhythm of this monster."

The reason why Owen is so worried is because he can't see the opponent's figure clearly.

Although there is a faint mist floating around, you can barely see some traces, but to be honest, in a tense battle, this thing is of no use.

One mistake could cost him his life.

He didn't have time to tell which monster caused the mist to move, the wind, or the shock wave coming from Sirius.

"Don't stick to those black and white flames." Owen reminded the two Pokémon. "It doesn't feel like death, but it may also be cursed."

Having said that, the fog in front produced huge fluctuations again.

The black and white flames from all directions turned into ferocious ghost heads, speeding towards him.

"Is there still such an attack method?"

Owen raised his eyebrows and continued: "Bakar, use the ancient dragon: Blade of Sanchez."

"Shirok, prepare to disapparate."

After his words fell, the crown above his head suddenly flew high.

The loud roar of the dragon resounded through the hollow.

Countless blood-red lightning spread out from the dragon's body.

Bakar did not regain its shape because the size of the cavity was not large enough for it to spread its wings.

But in his thin state, the ancient dragon magic he cast was not weakened at all.

Accompanied by the dragon's roar, the huge scarlet lightning sword slowly sloped to the sky, and then waved forward casually.

Lightning struck all surrounding living creatures like meteors.

The head of the white and black flame ghost was swallowed up by lightning in an instant, and then the lightning still showed no power, and spread to the entire cave in the blink of an eye.

"Got you!"

Lightning struck the hidden monster, causing her to freeze.

Owen immediately waved his wand, "Origin: Earth Flame."

The wand streaked through the air like fireworks.

He just wanted to see how many lives a high-temperature, continuous spell like this could kill an enemy at a time.

The lava swallowed up the Divine Skin Messenger in an instant.

In Owen's sight, the dark red lava lit up twice with gray light.

This suggests that it died at least twice.

"five!"

Not only five, but if Bakar's dragon breath and lightning can also kill it, then it may be its last life.

"cautious!"

Owen said.

Speaking from experience, next is the final stage where the enemy is the craziest.

Sure enough, just like his experience, in the distance, his lava magic was suddenly swallowed up by the bursting black and white flames.

The fire burned brightly.

Like an erupting volcano.

"Shirlock!"

The next second, the space around Owen began to distort.

When his sight was fixed again.

Two beasts and one person have arrived in the passage.

"I go!"

"Dog Godfather, run!"

The black and white fire was like a flood, overflowing.

It is running as if it wants to eat everything along the way.