I, Hogwarts Second Week

Sirius cast out a black spell that looked like running water.

When the curse hit the dead body, it instantly became sticky, and then it froze most of the dead bodies in place like water freezing into ice.

Then, he turned around and ran away.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"How do I know!" Owen ran quickly.

Bakar's dragon breath cleared the way and burned the corpses who dared to block the way to pieces.

"Do you understand that the BOSS has entered the second stage?" he said noisily. "The animation is playing now. The BOSS is invincible at this stage."

"?" A big question mark flashed in the dog godfather's big eyes.

This look was caught by Owen, who turned around to check the flames. "Do you understand the pick animation? For example, when senior Tom laughs 'hey hey' and talks about his grand plan, he is in an invincible state at this time. You can't Interrupt him."

"???" A question mark rose above Sirius's head.

"Why can't you interrupt?" he asked.

"Stupid! If you interrupt, how can you keep the water for a long time - ah, how can you explain the whole story to the audience?"

Owen said matter-of-factly, raising his head high and staring at Sirius with a look of disgust on his face, expressing concerns about his IQ.

"Hmph! I have never been a big villain at first glance." He continued: "Big villains always like to tell the protagonist in detail about their grand plans five minutes before they are killed, in order to compare their intellectual achievements. A sense of superiority.

Isn't this common sense? "

"What kind of common sense is this? Why is your common sense so weird?"

The two stopped.

They had just rushed out a few hundred feet. This distance was enough and the flames did not overflow.

"Of course this is common sense, otherwise your little godson would have been chewed to death by Voldemort. If he hadn't been chattering on the top of the tower in Azkaban, could he have delayed it until Dumbledore arrived? Are you afraid that he wouldn't even be able to do it? I can’t even keep up with collecting the corpses!”

Owen swore that what he said was the truth of the universe and would be the same in any world.

The kind that doesn't go into too much detail and instantly reveals the protagonist - that's not the villain, that's the killer.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. What's going on with the Godskin Messenger?" Sirius asked irritably. Talking to Owen was always tiring. This kid often had his own thoughts, and his thoughts jumped too quickly. He couldn't open his mouth, couldn't keep up, and it was really uncomfortable for him to talk.

"What's going on?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "What else could be going on? Isn't it just that he suddenly absorbed the ancient magic in the surrounding resin, and then-escaped? He evolved!"

"Don't panic! I'm very experienced in this area. At this time, I just need to smash its speakers and it will be fine."

"Humph - it's decided that it's you, Sirocco." With that said, Owen threw Sirocco high in his arms.

I don’t know where the auspicious clouds came from.

The long hair on the kitten's neck glows brilliantly.

Then its body suddenly increased in size, and when it landed on the ground, it was already the size of a normal tiger.

It has five colors of markings on its body, its tail is longer than its body, and it's furry like a fan leaf.

What's more peculiar is that there are two horns on the top of its head. They are like antlers of a deer, but they are not so different and are straighter than a sheep's horns.

The big cat raised its head proudly, the mane on its neck was shining, and it looked very handsome.

"You - your cat can also grow bigger?" Sirius looked at the majestic big cat in shock, still waving the wand in his hand to crush the resurrected corpses.

"Of course - it's just lazy." Owen spread his hands. "Cat! Can you still expect a cat to work hard?

And isn’t there a tool dragon? "

A certain tool dragon turned back and glared at Owen and Sirocco between breaths.

It seemed like a sigh or a cry, but he turned around and vented all the anger in his heart on the dead bodies.

As artificial life forms containing multiple bloodlines, neither Bakar nor Shilok have fully developed their abilities.

In other words, it is precisely because the two little guys look like a giant dragon and Zou Wu, so the bloodlines belonging to the giant dragon and Zou Wu are easier to express than other bloodlines, but they are really The giant dragon and Zou Wu? Maybe, but certainly not entirely.

In the large underground warehouse of Ionia, Owen found many records about the alchemy of artificial life.

Including the concept of the Son of Omen and the Crucible of Life during this period, he made a living in his heart. The people who created Bakar and Shilok may have used the technology of the outer gods - or, in other words, the technology of the gods, but now Maybe only the outer gods know.

As for how his grandfather created these two little guys, Owen still doesn't know about them, but one thing is certain at present, that is, he or one of them was instructed by an outside god. It must be them. Such.

Because if this technology is inherited from ancestors, or was excavated from the ruins of ancient wizards, then it will at least leave clues in past history, but even Nico Flamel has never seen such technology. This shows that for at least six to seven hundred years, the probability that this technology came from the excavation of ruins in the mountains can be said to be very slim.

Everything that happens by chance has a conspiracy behind it.

He has not forgotten that his own body also possesses the characteristics of a furnace of life.

In the cave, when Owen saw the divine skin messenger again.

It has grown to over ten feet tall.

It can no longer be invisible.

Because of its sudden increase in height, its cloak shrunk.

The messenger stood on the ground with his bare, pale feet.

In addition to a full-moon sword, there is also a broken sword made of black crystals with scale-like patterns and as thin as cicada wings.

Through that hood, Owen could see a handsome face.

It was a young woman, her face was covered with twisted tattoos, her eyes had no pupils, only milky white irises.

His lips were slightly open, exhaling cold air as cold as ice.

"Syrok—use the Mire Charm."

After Owen's words fell, Shilok stretched out its fleshy claws, and then a strange rhythm spread to the earth.

Then quickly, the ground began to become sticky, and almost instantly, the originally hard stone turned into silt.

The ground began to fall, and the monster also raised its knife and began to attack.

A bit of cold light flashed across.

It was like lightning, releasing a large number of ghost heads in the air, all emitting terrifying white and black flames.

The figure was hidden in the flames and attacked Owen slowly.

"Shirok - use binding!"

The next second, many bright green vines suddenly grew out of the muddy land. The vines overlapped each other and seemed to form an airtight wall.

The black flames burned through the green wall easily.

But that's not what Irving values.

The creeping plants on the ground are like traps, waiting for prey to take the bait.

And that is the prey.

Unless it can fly.

"Good, caught."

"Bakar - Use Elder Dragon: Blade of Sanchez."

Crackling lightning came from behind Owen, and this time, it was no longer a sword, but a spear.

Howling red lightning rushed past.

Directly inserted into the Godskin Messenger who was bound by vines and swamps.

"Origin·Soul Torrent"

The crystal wand in Owen's hand also glowed with blue light.

Sirocco activated thorns and piercing at the same time, and the ground suddenly gave birth to countless rock spears, and the vines sprouted sharp thorns, which directly pierced the Godskin Messenger to his heart.

Two beasts and one person, three fatal attacks.

I'm afraid even if the gods are present, it will be difficult to save him.

A huge roar sounded, and huge waves of air rose from the ground.

Blowing Shilok's soft hair.

Owen hid behind it.

"Your cat can also use magic?" After the air wave passed, Sirius threw off the cloak that had just covered his face and said to Owen.

"Shirlock has the blood of several magical animals." Owen explained, but the cautious cat had shrunk back to the size of a palm and got into his arms again.

"Zouwu, Qilin, Goumang."

"Just like Bakar has the blood of a thunderbird and can drive thunder and lightning."

Owen took out his wand and moved forward cautiously, "Before! Those enemies were too weak, so there was no need for Pokémon to take action."

"Tsk - is it dead? Do you want another killing curse?"

In the hollow, a huge pit was revealed.

The liquid in the pool slowly flowed into the deep pit and was quickly swallowed up by it.

In the sparkling water, it is unclear whether there is life at the bottom.

"Dead, when you put your wand away, it was shattered into ashes.

And, could you please stop using the Killing Curse? Sirius said with a frown. He still had huge resistance to the Unforgivable Curse.

"Wow! Didn't you even leave a corpse? It's such a sin, so the killing curse is really good. At least it can leave a whole corpse. Besides, you don't know that I am immune to the mental influence of black magic."

"I know, others don't!" Sirius looked angry, and he cast several more restricting spells behind him.

Those dead bodies are still coming back to life.

Obviously, they are not controlled by the Godskin Messenger.

However - it seems that the speed of their resurrection has become much slower.

"Especially outside, when you used the killing curse to kill the giants of the Volcano tribe in the giant camp, did you know that Madam Maxime had a strong opinion of us? She thought we taught you bad things, so you still know a little bit. Yes, if wizards from other strange countries see it, they will think that Hogwarts is a place dedicated to training dark wizards."

"Isn't it?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "As we all know, all the dark wizards in Azkaban-"

"Those are Slytherins," Sirius said, raising his voice.

"Why, Slytherin is not from Hogwarts anymore? How can you expel a house?"

"I hum!"

If he were the principal, of course he would!

Let Slug move their academy next to Azkaban. They will end up in it anyway and save a long detour.

However, Sirius would definitely not say this out loud.

They had argued about this issue before, and the result of the argument was usually that the kid started talking about the traitor Peter Pettigrew, to prove that there were dark wizards in Gryffindor, and then he would Speaking of Quirinus Quirrell and Gilderoy Lockhart, the two Ravenclaw professors also joined Voldemort's camp.

Finally, I quoted the classics and counted the famous British dark wizards in history, and then concluded that Hufflepuff alone had never produced a dark wizard.

He could even hear Owen's proud laugh.

And they praise their Hufflepuff House so much that the English language is full of praise.

He could praise Hufflepuff for half an hour without repetition.

Professor Sprout was heard blushing.

I don't want to suffer this again.

As for Owen, he is not affected by black magic.

All of Hogwarts knew this.

No wizard has ever been able to use the Killing Curse as a levitation spell and not go crazy.

Even Voldemort, look at his psychopathic appearance now, and then think about the gentle, luxuriant-haired young man in Dumbledore's memory in the past. Comparing the two, you should know the impact of black magic on ordinary wizards. how old are you.

"Wonderful magic."

Owen came to the pool.

There were unknown pink flowers scattered on the pool, and gravel on the ground on both sides. These should be the walls that were damaged and fell here due to the battle just now.

All around, countless tree roots were burned to ashes by the flames, revealing the sculptures on the side of the wall.

Facing the pool is a sculpture of a man as tall as a person.

After countless years of erosion, the statue has long been dilapidated, but with the remaining characteristics, Owen can still guess his identity.

The figure holds a spear, wears an eagle helmet and golden armor, wears a golden ring of Dropnir, holds two ferocious wolves at its feet, and two ravens on its shoulders. The name is easy to pronounce.

He is the God of War - the Raider - the Third God - the God of Storms - the God of Victory.

He is the King of the Gods of Asgard.

He is the God King-Odin.

"Odin!" Owen held up a wisp of flowing water. The water was very strange because it even avoided him when he touched it with his fingers.

Owen became interested.

He opened his feet and stepped into the water facing the direction of Odin's statue.

Sure enough, the water in the pool completely moved to both sides, avoiding him.

There was not a single drop of water on his robe from beginning to end.

"It's strange, it's really strange. It's clear that this pool of water is filled with ancient magic, but I can't mobilize it. The pool of water is as heavy as a boulder to me, but it's obviously light, as if it's alive. It seems to have a self-aware robe that avoids it. ,shoe."

"Since you know it's so weird, why don't you go down? Come up quickly." Sirius stood by the pool. He took out the bottle from his arms, wanting to take away a ray of clear spring.

But - as expected, the water flowed across his fingertips, and not a trace flowed into the bottle in his hand.

Seeing this, Sirius waved his wand, and he transformed a piece of gravel into a rope, and then the rope tied the bottle. This time, his hands no longer touched the water, and he did not believe that the water would avoid it.

Then - Chi Shui still avoided it.

The bottle seemed to have fallen on some kind of membrane and could not sink no matter what.

"What's going on?" He looked at the water in confusion. It was obviously very close, but he couldn't touch it no matter what.

"Generally speaking, this situation can only be caused by the host not being willing to share the magic power with us." Owen said flatly.

"Master's house?"

"Yes, Master." Owen smiled slightly, and the crystal wand slowly pressed against his left hand.

"Song of the Sages" above - hanging on a tree swaying in the wind for nine nights, stabbed with a spear; I was used as a sacrifice to Odin, sacrificed to myself, on a big tree that no one knows ! There was no bread to satisfy my hunger, and no drop of water to quench my thirst. I looked down and picked up the runes, shouting as I picked them up, and they fell from the tree."

He looked back at Sirius, "It means that if you want to get something, you have to make a choice."

The tip of the staff cut open the palm, and scarlet blood flowed down.

It's like the moment blood falls into a pool of water.

The water surface seemed to be boiling and began to surge.

A wave came and drowned Owen.

He only felt a dazzling light in front of his eyes. When he reacted, he was no longer in the cave.

Before his eyes, there was a lilac color.

He seemed to have arrived at the gap between space.

Sea water, all around.

Thousands of void antoas poured out from the jagged holes around him, and he saw what seemed to be a prosperous metropolis underwater, but it was now completely destroyed.

What is left now is just a huge pit, shimmering slightly, and the fragments on the ground are rearranged into strange and unrecognizable shapes - the structure is constantly changing, as if trying to reorganize into the form of a living thing, like a child assembling a building. Block City.

Just when Owen wanted to explore what was going on under the sea.

A ray of golden light covered his body with faint streaks. Looking up, a false sun was outlined in the sky on the sea of ​​void.

Like the aura of a dying world. The newly born body swayed against a tide of nothingness. The blood vessels lit up briefly, and then separated from the sun's skin. Each of them, making up the reflective part of the sun, was a living thing. Thousands of antoas from the void gathered together. Schools of adult fish surround the sun, like the corona of a star, and the scene is truly breathtaking.

Owen was extremely shocked by the terrifying living sun in front of him. It was so deformed and terrifying, so ferocious and strange, so beautiful.

Subconsciously he wanted to escape.

The magic is out of control.

The magic friction against the sea water gave off a hollow echo.

Like the low voice of the gods, it is both a whisper and a howl. Space is constantly layered and boundless. A million voices combined into one aria.

"Stop!!!" Owen shouted angrily.

The surrounding space suddenly shattered, and the surging magic turned into an invisible long whip, draped wantonly on the Greek stone pillars in the center of the pool.

The lavender sea disappeared.

"Hoo-ho!"

The pool overflowed and the waves gradually calmed down.

In his mind, the fragmented buildings, strange limbs, stitched remains, and various pearlescent structures all fell silent.

"Owen!" Sirius screamed, trying to rush over.

But the water in the pool turned into a curtain of water, blocking his progress.

Frustrated, he cast out several spells one after another.

But those magic spells were all immersed in the water, without any ripples, as if they were dead.

"Owen!" Sirius knocked on the water curtain again, fearing that the boy would be controlled by something.

It's not like this has never happened in the wizarding world.

Especially the current extremely weird scene made him even more worried.

"I'm here!" Owen said, holding his forehead. The pool water flowed through his fingertips and wetted his silver hair.

Concentrate your mind until the screaming in your ears gradually stops.

He exhaled softly.

"Is this what you want to show me?" he said in a low voice.

Under the pool, a trickling stream flowed around his ankles.

The cool touch came from his ankle, which seemed to be some kind of response.

"Corruption spreads from the void. It is the ferry of the dead, and there is no ticket for the living. Children of Ionia, it is your destiny to fight against corruption, even if you are the son of corruption."

In the pool, the running water formed runes, floating and appearing.

"If you didn't tell me, I would have gone." Owen's tone was filled with arrogant determination.

"But what can you give me?"

The running water became calm.

Then little ripples rose, and a few leaves floated up from the bottom of the water.

Owen picked up the blade from the water and put it back into the package.

Immediately, he turned around and walked out of the pool.

"What's going on? There's someone under the pool?" Sirius stepped forward and frowned. Everything around him was too weird for him.

Weird cave.

Weird living dead corpse.

The weird divine skin messenger.

The strange pool in the center of the cave.

"Is there someone?" A smile appeared on Owen's lips, "That's a really big 'person'!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the Greek stone pillars in the pool and said, "Do you know what those are?"

"What?"

"A manipulator."

"Manipulator?" Sirius raised his head and glanced at the erected stone pillar.

But it's obviously just a stone pillar!

"The curtain between the stone pillars is connected to the maelstrom." Owen suddenly opened his mouth and said in a non-stop manner, "The magic power of the outer gods is conveyed here through the curtain, and controls the original consciousness here through those stone pillars."

"What?" Sirius was shocked, his eyes full of fear, and he pulled Owen and walked out of the cave.

"Hey, don't worry! Although he is here! But he can't interfere with us." Owen said disdainfully, "Isn't he controlling those dead bodies? It's a pity that it's useless."

"And we have to destroy the stone pillars and break off the control of the outer gods."

"Destroy? What do you want to do?" The dog godfather stopped and looked at him.

"I have to do some research first." Owen let go of the hand held by Sirius.

He quickly ran back to the pool.

The stone pillars are engraved with complex runes.

Carefully carved, like some kind of magic weapon.

Hmm - when I think about it, it is indeed a magical weapon.

In addition, there is a magical connection between several stone pillars, which means that he cannot crack one first and then crack the other, either all at once, or none at all.

"Phew! It's going to take some time." Owen took out his notes, sat by the pool and started calculating.

The so-called cracking is nothing more than adaptive third-party embedding based on the arrangement and combination of runes, and activating other functions that runes already have.

To give a simple example, because each rune has two or even multiple meanings, it is like a multi-faceted lock that can be opened from any side. What Owen has to do now is to open it from the other side of the lock. While entering, stimulate other meanings of the rune, it is best to let it chain collapse on itself.

Time passed little by little.

In addition to helping Bakar deal with the corpses that continued to be resurrected, Sirius focused his attention on the upper layer of the stone pillar, the light curtain.

"The Italian Ministry of Magic has sent many more spell breakers to the Charybdis Vortex, just like you are doing now. They want to analyze the obelisk in the center of the Vortex." He looked at the curtain in confusion. said.

It seems that through the spiritual realm, one can have a glimpse of the magnificent sea.

"But none of the curse breakers have returned."

"A month ago, the Italian Ministry of Magic sent people to London. As Gringotts knows, the best curse breakers in the world are in Gringotts."

"I know that Ron's brother helped Gringotts dig the pyramids in Egypt." Owen calculated while talking.

"Yes, it is very difficult to excavate magical ruins, especially those famous ruins. They are full of magic traps, curses, magical animals, etc. Only the best students at Hogwarts can become curse breakers." Sirius It seemed that he was deliberately changing the topic. He might have thought that if Owen didn't bear these burdens, it would be good to be a curse-breaker when he grew up.

"Tch—the best student is clearly trying to rule the world."

"What's the future of working for people, especially goblins?" Owen retorted, staring at the parchment in his hand. He was about to find the joint.

"."

Although, he was right.

Given the awkwardness of the question, Sirius prepared to change the subject.

"Can't we just blow up these stone pillars?" A certain dog godfather with a simple mind and poorly developed limbs said something that was enough to lower the overall IQ.

Of course, it's not Sirius's fault.

It is true that the subject of ancient runes is too cold-faced.

Except for those who have been sure that they will pursue the profession of curse breakers since childhood, almost no young wizards will study this subject in depth.

Even if they take this course in school but do not come into contact with runes often after graduation, sooner or later they will return this knowledge to the professor.

Even professors, not everyone is good at this subject.

Only scholarly wizards like Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall would delve into runes.

Most wizards will only have a brief understanding of it, and then they will never have to deal with runes in their entire lives.

"You destroy it, throw out the magic wand, believe it or not, this city in the sky will collapse."

"Look here." Owen pointed to the sparkling bottom of the pool. A coat of arms was made of gold.

It was several arcs nested together, and the golden arcs were always lit regularly, forming an eye-catching logo.

"What's this?"

"This is the symbol of Yggdrasil." Owen explained, "Of course we usually call it: World Tree."

"World Tree?" Sirius frowned, "The one in Nordic mythology?"

"Obviously - yes.

But we all know that the myths spoken by Muggles were actually wizards in ancient times. I had met the ancestor of the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest before. He was a demigod from Greek mythology. The wizard could turn rivers upside down, move mountains and soar to the sky. Isn't ability an adjective for gods in ancient times? Maybe Odin is an alchemist? The World Tree is actually his invention.

It's like a medieval wizard invented magic beans to land on the moon.

Maybe the World Tree is an alien seed brought by the original meteor that fell from the sky thousands of years ago.

It really happened that Odin hung himself upside down on a tree for nine days to obtain runes!

In short, we can no longer find the truth about these things.

In short, who knows what happened thousands of years ago.

I used to wonder how that magic bean could have such a powerful ability to support such a huge island in the sky.

Now it seems that it is indeed fake. "

"False?" Sirius said.

"It's not only fake, it's completely wrong. This is not the ability of the magic beans at all. It's just a vine - if there are no trees to support it climbing, can the vine grow so big?"

"This is a seal! It is destruction. It is a tool used by the outer gods to stimulate the power of the World Tree, and it was only done with the help of certain wizards." Owen said sarcastically.

"What's the meaning."

"You still can't figure this out?" Owen turned his head and looked at him and said, "We are now in a bubble in the World Tree. If you really can't figure it out, you might think it is a fruit.

I don't know what kind of power the World Tree has.

But from the almost liquid ancient magic power in this pool of water, it can be inferred that the World Tree is of extremely important value to the outer gods.

Of course, this value may not only be the tree, but also its hidden location and the living creatures living in the tree.

Wait—times have passed, and the Outer Gods have restarted here, and their purpose must be those giants. I have deduced the truth from the mouth of the female giant named Amin before.

As for how the outer gods control the World Tree - that will be a long plan.

I think they should first use the stone pillars to turn them into chains to control the core center of the World Tree, which is here. The gathering place of its will.

Then they planned step by step. At first, the Outer God definitely didn't want to drain the world tree dry, but some kind of accident happened decades ago.

The wizard expelled the giants here, and planted magic beans under the bewitchment of the outer gods. From then on, he only planned to completely drain the World Tree.

I estimate that World Tree will die in a few years. "

"this"

Owen pointed to the stone pillar in front of him again.

"This stone pillar is built exactly on the core of the tree crown, absorbing the last bit of nutrients from the tree crown to maintain its own existence. It is like a sword inserted into a person's heart. Although the person cannot survive, as long as you don't If we pull out the sword directly, he can still survive for a few minutes, but if we pull out the sword now, the person will die immediately, and the same will happen to the World Tree."

Tell all the truth.

It turns out that the 'portkey' they have been searching for will eventually lead them here.

"call--"

And this is far from the end of this journey.

The Great Vortex of Charybdis.

Obelisk.

A bigger conspiracy is still waiting for him.

With a sigh, Owen waved his wand, and the ancient magic in his body transformed countless runes.

These words are nested together, slowly weaving into a gilded key.

Then he buried the false homemade key into the stone pillar.

In an instant, the stone pillar lit up, and countless runic characters on the surface seemed to be imprisoned seals. Then these characters began to change shapes regularly.

On the stone pillar, the curtain suddenly seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The flow began to slow down, then became slower and slower, and finally disappeared completely.

"Done!"

"Odin obtained the wisdom of the original runes (ancient runes), and today it is my turn." Owen smiled faintly, looking at the pool of spring water under him, his heart was agitated and could not calm down. He was the one who obtained the wisdom of the gods Odin. The same knowledge of runes, but also a glimpse of the true face of the Outer God located in the void of the Purple Sea.

Prizes and punishments are distributed simultaneously.

All I can say is that it is indeed a world tree that has existed for more than ten thousand years!