The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

Many stone pillars engraved with coiled and entangled snakes stand tall and support the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the heights, casting long and treacherous black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious atmosphere.

Cassandra Warley stood in the center of the Slytherin Chamber, tapping her wand next to a small altar-style table. A green satin-like ribbon danced on the altar with an inexplicable rhythm.

Countless symbols are looming in these "water flows", dense or sparse. From a bird's eye view, they form a mysterious rune.

If Nico Flamel were here, he would definitely find that this rune was exactly the same as what he drew on the white paper he burned.

This seems to be just an ordinary alchemy experiment - alchemists like to refine almost perfect alchemy equipment in this solemn atmosphere, but if you look closer and look carefully, you will find - the green ribbon is dancing Within the scope, everything remains absolutely still!

In the area with the "altar" as the base, time seemed to be frozen, the air became more solemn, all existence was isolated, and all laws seemed to be invisible, even Cassandra's staff Even the sharpest magic power is not allowed to enter at all.

"It still doesn't work?" Kassandra whispered in disappointment, "The wand can only exert magic outside this [field]. It really wants to touch the core and pull him out from the node of the long river of time. It seems... there is still something missing. ah."

She suddenly raised her wand, and the green magic spell popped out and flew high into the sky, followed by a burst of dazzling light. The magic spell exploded high above and splashed into light spots all over the room, like a grand fireworks dinner!

"In the name of the holder of the sacred weapon, I ask Changhe to open!"

The dancing ribbon stopped, and the eye in the center of the altar suddenly lit up, like the red sun rising in the sky of fireworks, suppressing all the holy lights!

"Time and space reappear...no!"

Everything suddenly disappeared, the ribbon danced again, the eyes became dim again, and even the dazzling magic fireworks disappeared in this moment.

"Really...that's not possible."

"I have to say that you are a genius, Cassandra," Babuling's voice sounded here. "Using the magic pattern as a guide and the time sacred vessel and the space sacred vessel as the cornerstone, you created this kind of time-crushing... [Field] of the converter.”

"How did you get in?" Cassandra looked at the woman walking out of the darkness in front of her, her eyes full of coldness.

"Take the stairs - no, I followed you in." Babling replied, approaching step by step, and did not stop until Cassandra raised her hand and pointed it at her heart.

"That's true," Cassandra put down her wand and sneered, "Since the first generation of Cain, you guys who are not like birds or beasts like to hide in secret, and are also good at using magic to guide others. The direction of thinking.”

"By the way, have you successfully built the magic pattern?" Babling ignored Cassandra's taunt. She stood on tiptoes and looked at the altar, "Merlin's beard, a small [field] in a big [field], your skills But it’s really strong.”

——Wherever the "water flow" is entangled, the "altar" will produce a small bulge, and magic patterns surround these bulges.These lines with mysterious power are combined into different elements to form small [domains]. In the culture of some countries, these are called "seals" or "enchantments", no matter what they are called, This is a small collection containing magic, and everything in it cannot be underestimated.

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"You can actually use the magic circle here," Babuling said. "The [Field] is indeed stronger than the magic circle, but its stability is much worse."

"What I need is [Field], the power to suppress everything." Kassandra answered.

"Suppress everything?" Barbling almost laughed out loud, "You are very ambitious, girl, are you ready to become the king of the world? There is no Sword in the Stone here, and becoming a king does not start at Hogwarts."

"I have no intention of becoming a king," Kassandra said, "but in order to gain more, I need a little power, a little bit of supreme power that can overturn the world."

"Well, I think the Warley family, which almost conquered the entire South America during summer vacation and Christmas, is not qualified to say such words." Babling retorted, shaking her head at the same time, as if in admiration or sighing.

"I do have my ambitions," Kassandra said, "but the King of the World...I don't want to do this kind of backbreaking work."

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"Why are you……"

"The claustrophobic space allows me to keep thinking about that afternoon," Kassandra said in a particularly calm voice, but with a hint of unwillingness, "to recall the brother who tried his best to save me, and to strengthen the belief I have always had."

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"I really don't understand your family. You are always very persistent about something, especially research. The level of persistence, ha, it seems like something is chasing you. Look at your brother, has he lost it because of this? life?"

"This is the habit of our family," Cassandra's voice suddenly softened, but with an unquestionable determination, "It is the tree's desire to use branches to touch the stars. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, because The earth will understand. Because I will understand.”

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He was also standing at the side of a long, dimly lit room.Many stone pillars carved with entangled snakes towered up to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness above, casting long and strange black shadows on the entire room that was filled with green and mysterious mist.

Harry's heart was pounding wildly as he stood, listening to the chilling silence.Is the basilisk lurking in a dark corner behind a stone pillar?Where is Ginny?He pulled out his wand and advanced slowly between the stone pillars coiled with giant snakes.Every cautious step he took produced a hollow, loud echo among the ghostly walls.He kept squinting his eyes, ready to close them tightly if there was any sign of trouble.He always felt that the empty eye sockets of the two stone snakes were always following him.More than once, he seemed to see something moving, and his stomach cramped with nervousness.When he reached parallel with the last pair of stone pillars, a statue as tall as the room itself loomed before him, clinging to the dark wall behind.

Harry had to raise his neck high to see the huge face above - it was an old, monkey-like face with a long sparse beard that almost reached the edge of the wizard's robes carved in stone. On the hem, two gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room.Between the two feet, lying face down, was a small figure in black robes, with hair as red as flames.

"Ginny!" Harry called in a low voice, hurried to her side and knelt down. "Ginny! Don't die! Please, don't die!"