I, Hogwarts Second Week

The history on the bas-relief is magnificent.

If you want to study it carefully, I'm afraid it will take countless days and nights.

Looking at the overall situation, the reliefs are very rich in the record of "historical events", but they have not left a word about those important magic technologies that can change the world. It seems that those who "revise history" do not want future generations to repeat the same mistakes.

Looking at everything in front of them, Owen and his grandfather almost forgot that the polar city was in danger, as if they had personally witnessed the birth and decline of a brilliant civilization.

The final relief depicts the Tower of Divine Grant on the coast of Italy. Five or six thousand years ago, it was the last glory of this civilization.

Since then, no new Divine Grant Tower has been built.

The era that belonged to the gods was eventually submerged in the ruthless river of history.

An era has been sealed, leaving only this lost city in the far north to record its former brilliance and glory.

Before I knew it, the stairs under my feet came to an end.

When I just copied the wall sculpture, more than two hours had passed.

Owen didn't know what kind of emotions he had as he read these bas-reliefs, but Grindelwald noticed the disgust and contempt in the corners of the boy's eyes next to him.

That look didn't seem to come from the boy himself, but was a conditioned reflection of his body and soul.

He remained silent and made no noise.

Instead, he moved his gaze to the road ahead.

No matter what lost truths the tower revealed to them, this was not their original purpose.

Stepping into the 'abyss' to see what's going on and finding clues to the Divine Grant Tower was their purpose in entering this tower.

Didn't stop.

The two of them continued on their way.

This is a corridor.

Similar to any hallway in Hogwarts.

Walk dozens of feet. A simple carved stone door appeared at the end of the corridor.

The pale fluorescence shines on the stone door, as if erasing a layer of ashes from history. Like the bas-relief, the stone door also depicts an ancient secret from the Genggu era.

But at this time, Owen had no intention of exploring the truth described by these wall sculptures.

Because in his sight, in those emerald green eyes, there was a strange light shining in front of him.

Light is like water, seeping out from the gaps in the stone door little by little. Extremely miraculous.

He reached out his hand and stroked the stone door.

As if it was some kind of induction, he unconsciously released a wisp of ancient magic power. The 'click' seemed to activate some kind of switch, and a gust of cold wind blew out from the crack of the door, bringing a hint of dampness and coldness to the stone door in front of him, which opened.

"Ultimate protection."

Grindelwald held up the curse.

The seemingly thin pure white mist condensed into an oval shield in front of them.

Owen controlled the fluorescent light to fly in.

Suddenly the vestibule of the abyss, which had not been opened for thousands of years, was illuminated.

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"Are there so many people?"

Owen glanced at it and said this unconsciously.

People - lots of people.

Behind the stone gate is a huge open space.

This is a perfect hemisphere with an inner wall, although it is located at the top of the tower, it is a hundred feet in diameter and fifty feet high.

There are many low caves or pipes opening around the circle. Showing regular symmetry.

Of course, compared to this spectacular and exquisite space, the focus of their attention is the numerous people standing, sitting, or lying on the ground.

Just like the pottery figurines that an ancient king from the Far East buried with him, the feeling here for Owen is very close to those.

Of course - it's still different from the pottery figurines. The pottery figurines are lifelike, like living people. And these people here only have their remains and bones.

"Be careful." Grindelwald frowned slightly, then quickly cast out several spells.

They are all exploratory spells.

Rays of light passed over the remains, but nothing was detected.

There are no traps, no traces of magic, and the surroundings are very 'quiet'.

After several fruitless explorations, the two stepped into the tower tomb.

In Owen's eyes, the light of ancient magic was very clear, lingering around like a cloud.

Stepping on the traditional carvings of the last days of the gods decorated on the ground, Owen and Grindelwald 'squeezed' past the remains in front of them.

The further you go, the fewer remains there are.

On the contrary, their body movements become more exaggerated and weird.

Owen felt a strong sense of familiarity on the skeleton that seemed to be wailing in despair with its teeth and claws dancing.

Without waiting for him to think about what kind of torture these poor people suffered before they died, his vision suddenly became clear.

There was a medium-sized pool ahead.

The water in the pool is only a few inches shallow and crystal clear. If it weren't for the color, which is not transparent but a light silver color, ordinary people would not even notice the existence of the water.

But Irving is no ordinary person.

In his eyes, the pool water shone with a faint light, and the rich aura of ancient magic filled the surroundings. Taking a deep breath, he would even feel full.

"This is - liquidized ancient magic." Owen said.

Same as Elementium Crystal.

They are all products of highly concentrated ancient magic power.

And when he wanted to figure out the source of these ancient magic powers. Suddenly a drop of water fell into the pool.

Countless ripples spread out.

Owen looked up immediately.

In the dome, he finally saw the source of everything.

It was a sculpture, the size of a human, carved from an unknown black stone, with twisted lines all over its surface, as if tentacles in the abyss were struggling and spreading.

Countless chains extending from the dome passed through the sculpture's body and limbs, hanging it tightly.

Just one glance, and countless twisted, weird, and irrational thoughts came into his mind.

There were waves of eerie flute sounds with a wide range in his ears, and Owen immediately covered his ears and closed his eyes.

But it was useless.

Neither the tormenting thoughts nor the devil's flute stopped because of these.

At the critical moment.

Suddenly, a drop of coldness came from his forehead.

Subconsciously, he opened his eyes.

Then his sight was completely occupied by a pair of emerald green eyes.

Owen stayed where he was mechanically.

In front of him, the sculpture had suddenly appeared a few inches above him, and its face was almost close to him.

"You——"

Owen's voice trembled, his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by something, and he could only make a weak call. The scene in front of him made him unbelievable, shock, fear and doubt intertwined in his heart.

It was difficult to understand the scene in front of him at this moment.

In his perspective, the black rock on the sculpture was peeling off bit by bit, and then a woman who looked exactly like him emerged from the sculpture.

Her long hair was loose, and her eyes were deep and empty, as if she could swallow everything. Her skin was white and almost transparent, but under that skin, you could see strange blood flowing in the silver veins.

Those iron chains were like poisonous snakes, tightly wrapped around the woman's body, piercing her skin, leaving shocking wounds. Silver blood continued to seep out of the wound, dripping along the iron chain, and finally merged into the pool, causing circles of ripples.

Owen finally understood that the ancient magic in this pool was not ordinary water, but the blood of the sculpture-the woman in front of him.

Owen's heart was beating wildly. Staring at that face.

He knew who it was too well.

Outer God Ionia!

Originally, Owen almost thought that this was an abandoned tower, but now, he was told that this was still a divinely granted tower. And it also sealed a complete essence of the Outer God as God.

In the empty pupils of the Outer God, Owen's struggling face swayed like a floating shadow.

He had no time to resist.

Because everything happened too fast.

When he relaxed his vigilance for a moment, the crazy thoughts completely occupied his brain, making it difficult for him to concentrate on casting spells.

He didn't know what happened to his grandfather.

But after so long, there was still no spell to interrupt the Outer God, so he knew that his condition would never be good.

At this moment that might be a matter of life and death, he could only try his best to continuously construct brain occlusion in his mind. Trying to seal his consciousness to resist the terrifying power from the abyss.

But this process was extremely difficult. Every attempt was like being hit on the head by an invisible hammer, and the pain almost tore his soul apart.

The storm of thoughts howled and twisted into noise, which made him feel cold from the depths of his soul.

This horrible sound was definitely not from any creature born on Earth, even from God. It was incomparable to its evil and weirdness.

In pain, Owen suddenly realized that his previous guess that there had never been an Outer God Ionia was correct.

Because this sound was likely to come from the [Supreme Will] from a more distant galaxy outside the space-time continuum.

It was this power that twisted Ionia's soul, and now it was trying to twist his soul.

When Owen finally understood all this, the noise in his ears suddenly quieted down, as if swallowed by an invisible force. The twisted words in his mind began to become rhythmic and melodious, as if it was an ancient hymn, praising the vastness and mystery of the great galaxy.

Owen couldn't understand why he could understand these blasphemous and weird words. But assuming that he could understand the words of a madman, there was only one possibility - he was also crazy.

But is he crazy?

I don't know - I don't know.

The air around him seemed to become sticky, pressing on his chest and making it difficult for him to breathe.

His unfocused eyes stared at the Outer God.

His unfocused eyes stared ahead, where the Outer God Ionia stood quietly, its pupils full of chaos, the trajectory of the stars twisted into strange patterns, as if telling some secret that could not be described in words.

Clearly from the pupils of the Outer God, there was only chaos, and the trajectory of the stars twisted into strange patterns, as if telling some unspeakable secret.

Then, the Outer God's mouth moved.

The Outer God's mouth moved, although no sound came, but Owen clearly heard the weird whispers it read. Those whispers were full of weirdness and horror. Apart from those meaningless onomatopeia, only one sentence echoed in his mind: "My Supreme Lord, today, I finally returned to your side."

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It is not easy to find out a truth.

Covering up is much easier than exploring.

After Owen set foot on the restricted area of ​​snow, Dumbledore dispatched a scientific expedition team from the Federation, and members of the United Wizarding Expedition Committee, where Professor Lupin served, arrived soon after.

With the help of Lu Shi, a team of about six or seven wizards arrived at the ancient city in the far north. They were shocked and speechless by the historical truth from tens of thousands of years ago.

The ancient truth reached Dumbledore's ears almost instantly.

The principal himself set out immediately to go to Canada in person.

Then he brought back Owen and Grindelwald who were in a coma on the top floor of an abandoned tower.

No one knows what the two of them faced.

Because when the people behind arrived at the tower, there was nothing inside. The corpses, pools, and statues had all disappeared.

Even the bas-reliefs seemed to have suddenly weathered for ten thousand years, and the originally clear patterns became blurred. It may take the wizards of the Federation several years to completely restore them.

It's a tough job.

But compared to the history exposed by the reliefs, this work is indeed urgent.

A lot of manpower will be put into it soon.

Maybe the repair work can be completed faster.

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In a flash, a month passed.

Summer vacation is about to begin at Hogwarts.

The summer wind blows away the coldness of the far north.

These days, Koyatel has completed his exams.

Regardless of her grades, she can go to the Muggle government and serve as a wizard advisor.

She left Hogwarts in mid-June.

The little wizards of Hufflepuff, as well as Ron and Harry, said goodbye to him.

Then, there are the little wizard exams in other school years.

This time, because someone did not participate, I believe Miss Granger will easily get the first place in her age group.

As for the Quidditch match - Gryffindor lost one though.

But they found their advantage in the later stages of the game.

Ron, Ginny, and Harry became the backbone of the team.

Sure enough, this year's Quidditch Cup was won by Gryffindor again.

However, the happiness did not spread in the castle for long.

An oppressive, antiseptic cloud gathered in the castle.

This mainly comes from the nervousness caused by Dumbledore and several professors after learning the truth after the history of the Far North was revealed.

Of course, it was more likely that it was brought about by the man who was too lying down in the school medical room.

Grindelwald woke up very early.

He woke up the day after returning to Hogwarts.

He wakes up.

But he brought terrible news to the principal.

News about the Outer Gods.

All this time, whether it was Grindelwald, Dumbledore, or others in the wizarding world who knew the 'truth', everyone just regarded the 'god' as a more powerful wizard.

Just like them who are called legendary wizards.

Compared to ordinary wizards, even if they claim to be gods, it seems that there is nothing wrong with them.

Of course, in these years of fighting against the gods, their estimates of the gods have become higher and higher.

But this has never left the category of ‘human’.

But now - what Grindelwald wants to tell them is that in front of the real God, even if only part of God is the essence of God, mortals are completely powerless to resist.