[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

When Godric and Rowena rushed to the tree house, all they saw was a mess of ruins, iron or wood fragments scattered around, Salazar lying wet on the side, and Hull who was taking care of him Plus, and Tang Xuening, a black-haired girl sitting alone on the other side cleaning the wound with a white cloth and clean water.

After the four met, exchanged and checked, Godric walked to the girl alone and sat down.

But this behavior only got the girl a supercilious look.

"How? Are you okay?"

Godric asked with concern.

"Who are you asking? If you are asking your companion, the slight concussion and left eye may have been congested for a long time, and there will be no sequelae."

Yes, in the end the girl did not kill the killer—Helga, who allowed her to survive the explosion, pleaded for mercy, and thought that the future plot would need this bastard to contribute in the future.

So in the end, the bruised and bruised girl dragged the half-drowned Salazar ashore, and only cast a faint (physical) main cause on him.

But now, she took it for granted that she vented her grievances on the guy in front of her who could ask such a stupid question.

"If you're asking me, then don't count the thirty or forty wounds on the body, hemorrhagic anemia, more than a dozen fractures, internal injuries that may take more than half a year, the house I live in and all the things I hoard in it It exploded to the sky, and all of this was done by a few 'noble' wizards who originally wanted to make a deal with me, but in the end they didn't promise to kill me and silence me, I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"Um...we will find a way to provide compensation."

Hearing the resentment that was about to overflow, Godric scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"And thank you for not killing him."

"I feel better hearing that."

The girl nodded and continued to lower her head to bandage the wound.

"Actually, Salazar is not a bad person..."

After hesitating for a long time, Godric felt that he still had to say something.

"Actually, Ye Qi is also very docile."

The girl answered without raising her head.

"Can you see Yeqi?"

Godric was a little surprised by the girl's answer, but immediately he was relieved.

"Oh, that's right, how could it be possible that the person who researched that kind of secret technique has never been in contact with death."

"..."

The girl ignored such trivial conversations.

"Salazar has always been very dissatisfied with the current status quo of the wizarding world, but he has too many things that cannot be given up so that he cannot freely realize his ideals."

After a weird silence, Godric bit the bullet and continued:

"Different from the outliers in my family, as an excellent heir who shoulders the expectations of countless people in the family, he has been under tremendous pressure, so many times he always does things...some extreme."

"Because the criminal has a hard time, the victim should forgive the criminal?"

The girl asked sharply.

"No, I mean..."

Although Godric didn't fully understand the words created by later generations, he already understood the girl's meaning just by looking at her expression.

He thought for a while and asked:

"Xue...Miss Jing?"

"Miss Tang."

Compared with their weird first names, their pronunciation of their surnames is more standard anyway.

"Miss Tang, do you know what it means to be a wizard?"

Godric continued.

"Strong power, good life, call friends to travel around the UK when you have nothing to do."

The girl replied angrily.

"By the way, kill some random Muggle genius?"

"It means painful study, dangerous research and family responsibility."

Godric shook his head slightly and said:

"There's a constant danger of learning magic, risking one's own life for research, and the need to continue the family - as a pure-blood family, I assure you, it can drive anyone crazy (note 1 )."

"By the way, why are you so obsessed with pure blood?"

The girl suddenly thought of a question.

"Because only in that way can we ensure that offspring with wizard abilities can be born in the family to the greatest extent."

When speaking, this young and handsome wizard unconsciously wore a bitter smile on his face.

"Even if the continuous marriages of your few pure-blood families may bring greater harm?"

The girl asked curiously.

"..."

Bitterness turned into grief and grief turned into helplessness. Godric, who seemed to be ignorant of these things, let out a long sigh before continuing:

"Compared to the wizard ability to continue the family, those harms are not worth mentioning."

"why?"

"I didn't understand it at first, and I was even extremely disgusted with those marriages that caused countless tragedies just for the sake of pure blood.

But after traveling for a long time and seeing a lot, I knew that there were countless wizard families that were once prominent and disappeared into history in obscurity, and the magic they left behind was either lost or lacked key inheritance and could not be used. I understood the reason. ..."

With a heavy expression on his face, Godric stood up and looked at his fellow pure-blood wizards not far away, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes:

"Because only in that way can we ensure that the magic explored by our ancestors with their lives and blood will not disappear into meaninglessness - there is a saying among wizards: put the blood, tears and souls of countless ancestors together and evaporate them to dry up. Fill it up, steam it dry and fill it up again, the magic is finally condensed after countless cycles like this (Note 2).”

Experience summed up over a long period of time becomes a habit, and a long-term habit becomes a custom, and when a custom has been maintained for countless years, it becomes a tradition.

Perhaps from the perspective of future generations, "pure blood" - a small-scale internal intermarriage will only degrade the genes, causing the offspring to suffer from frequent physical weakness and diseases, and the proportion of mentally handicapped and deformed children will increase significantly. It can be said that it is harmful but not beneficial matter,

But from the perspective of wizards thousands of years ago, only "pure blood" can increase the probability of wizards appearing in the descendants of the family, and only enough descendants of wizards can ensure that the witchcraft of one's family will continue to be inherited, and one's ancestors will not be allowed to use it. The knowledge gained through blood and tears of witchcraft was wasted.

In order to achieve this goal, any price paid is not important!

"This kind of small-scale internal circulation is too fragile, and decline is almost inevitable."

The girl said noncommittally.

"This is the original intention for the four of us to become friends and travel together."

Having said that, Godric seemed to be in a better mood.

"We hope to establish a school where wizards can communicate with each other and introduce new blood to the stagnant wizarding world.

Let those incomparably precious knowledge not be lost, let those latecomers not have to grope in the dark alone, let everyone help each other, and no one will repeat the price that countless people have paid. "

Originally, "This is none of my business" was about to be blurted out, but thinking that the other party was the one who saved her life in the first place, the girl finally asked:

"How does the wizard have something to do with me?"

"Wizards are extremely powerful but extremely weak. On the one hand, we are proud of the whole world, and on the other hand, we are afraid of everything around us, including Muggles.

The lessons of too much blood have made extreme conservatism a common problem in all pure-blood families. To put it mildly, they are cautious, but to put it harshly, they are extremely timid.

They are against or afraid of any change in their world, so until now, our dreams are just dreams. "

Then Godric looked down at the girl and said:

"And when this dream that seems to take our whole life has not been realized, and even just started, you have appeared with a secret method that can make all muggles have the power to threaten wizards, and this just started Arcane also shows great potential.

So Salazar was scared—maybe at first he just regarded it as a liar's show, an insignificant adjustment during the journey, but when he saw the prosperity of the village and saw your arcane display, he was scared.

Even if he doesn't admit it, but as his friend for many years, I can tell you with certainty that he is scared.

So he sees you, who possesses the secret, as a threat—a threat to all wizards, a threat to our common desire. "

"So all of this is not some impromptu overlord deal or murder.

But he came here with a kind of 'you don't understand, but I'm right, time will testify for me' to kill me, the common threat of wizards? "

The girl thought she probably understood.

"Although I don't understand what you said very well, it should be about the same."

The girl lowered her head and began to think, while Godric was quietly waiting for the girl's answer.

"Okay, now that we understand each other, are you going to get your impulsive friend to let me continue to develop science, or are you going to let me give up everything I know so as not to hinder your great cause?"

But a moment later, the girl raised her head and asked Godric.

Yes, what is the use of merely "mutual understanding"?

Can it bring resources to resolve conflicts or can it make the strong and the weak equal?

Reality is not a hot-blooded animation that only talks about love and justice. Food, water, mineral deposits, and even race and belief are more realistic and cruel things. How can these contradictions disappear with a light "mutual understanding"?

Just like the conflict between the girl and Salazar, what about mutual understanding?

"Huh? This..."

Godric hadn't really thought about it that much.

"But I thought maybe we could have another kind of collaboration."

But then, amidst Godric's surprised expression, the girl showed a bright smile.

53. The limitations of wizards

When Tang Xuening saw Salazar again, it was already in the snowy winter. This was not to say that the girl wanted to play hard-to-get tricks or give the other party some time to calm down, but a simpler reason:

On the one hand, it is because she has been busy using the name of "compensation" to squeeze the labor of the other three wizards without any bottom line.

On the other hand, after a short period of intense fighting, injury, falling into the water, and coma, Salazar, the unlucky future founder of the Snake Institute, fell ill, and started talking nonsense with a high fever the next day after returning to his residence. It was even so serious that almost everyone thought that he couldn't make it through, and he needed to contact his family to see him for the last time.

Then Rowena and Helga spent the night collecting materials to refine the potion urgently, and the penicillin (Note 1) used by the dead girl as a living horse doctor. I don’t know which one or both of them worked. At that time, I already looked pale The young wizard who was as thin as a piece of paper miraculously recovered slowly.

Even so, when we met again, the proud pure-blood wizard was too thin to be human. If it weren't for the brilliance in his eyes, he would have looked like a resentful skeleton, and he would never regain his original image of a melancholy nobleman— — This is the result of his recuperation for more than half a month.

"You're pretty gutsy for a Muggle."

Even though he was already very weak, Salazar still tried his best to put on a proud posture in front of the girl:

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you with a spell or summon a group of snakes?"

"Don't pretend, I heard that you couldn't even sit up by yourself until the day before yesterday.

As for the snakes, they should have hibernated long ago in such cold weather. Where can you find snakes in this half-dead state? "

The girl ignored Salazar's weak threat, and pulled a chair to sit beside the bed.

"And just in case, I persuaded Godric to let him stand outside the door just in case."

"I heard Godric and Rowena tell me a lot about this period of time. Regardless of whether it was your attack or not, I would like to thank you for your help."

Salazar didn't say much about the girl's behavior, but just nodded slightly and then asked lightly:

"So now, are you asking for a ransom as the winner?"

"No, I'm still thinking about what price to pay to kill you so badly, and I think I still have a lot of time to think about it before you can get out of bed by yourself."

The girl shook her head, pure money meant nothing to the wizard or the girl.

"So are you here to humiliate me, a useless wizard?

You defeated a wizard with your wisdom and will. Even though the wizard was pitifully weak, a wizard is a wizard, and you have the right to be proud and humiliate him. "

After speaking, Salazar smiled like a self-deprecating smile, looking a bit like "the end of the hero".

But then, he stared at the girl in front of the bed and said:

"But please remember that although I deserve everything today, I will come to wash away this shame myself in the future."

"Hey... do you know where you failed?"

Seeing Salazar's dead duck-mouthed performance, the girl asked after sighing helplessly.

"I failed for only one reason:

Weakness - double weakness in magic and will. "

The wizard's pride prevented Salazar from answering "bad luck", but blamed himself.

——If his magic is strong enough, Godric will have no time to stop it, and the girl will never have a chance to fight back; if his will is strong enough, then he will be the one who can come back alive in the creek one person.

"It seems that you have not discovered that there is only one real reason for your failure - arrogance.

I once heard a saying: Ignorance and weakness are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is.

And what you have done today is a perfect proof of this. "

The girl raised her legs, leaned on the back of the chair in a posture similar to Ge You's lying down, pointed at Salazar rudely and said:

"Because of your arrogance, you only see the shortcomings of today's science—it's just the part of the shortcomings that I showed, and then you didn't even have a little interest in learning about science, and you started to attack directly.

Because of your arrogance, after defeating Godric, you took it for granted that you had a chance to win, and recklessly entered the position I specially prepared, thinking that you could ignore all other threats.

Because of your arrogance, you didn't even think about the consequences of blowing a strong wind in the house rashly - well, I have to admit that it is not entirely my fault - your luck is really bad. "

"Arrogant?"

Looking down at his pale and thin hands at the moment, Salazar nodded in agreement with the girl's statement:

"You are right, arrogance is indeed my shortcoming, because I am not qualified to be arrogant-that is the privilege that only the strong can have."

"Is that why you don't want to learn about science?"

The girl was a little speechless for Salazar's avoidance of the important.

"That's a threat to wizards, it's enough to know that."

Salazar only gave a simple but extremely direct answer to the girl's words.

"Threat is also power, isn't it?"

In ancient times, flame was a threat to all living things, but human beings mastered it and created civilization; in the past, lightning was a threat, but when it was used by humans, it brought humans into the electronic age.

——Sometimes threats do not necessarily represent death, but may also represent opportunities for progress.

"But that's Muggle power."

Salazar was unmoved by the girl's words.

"Can't the power of Muggles be used by wizards?"

Facing Salazar's stubborn counterattack, the girl pressed forward step by step.

"But there are far more Muggles than wizards."

As a person who has always looked at the problem from the standpoint of a "wizard", Salazar pointed out the problem.

"So that knowledge brings far less power to wizards than it can to Muggles."

"Then let me ask you a question, why do you think Muggles are opposed to wizards?"

"Because of the power we wield, they will never understand - the unknown is the root of all fear."

Being able to understand this shows that Salazar is undoubtedly one of the top people of this era.

"Then why not let them know?"

The girl asked back.

"...Hahahahaha...cough cough cough...hahaha..."

But this time, the girl's question caused Salazar to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Making Muggles understand magic? Why don't you let a troll understand magic? Ha... ahem..."

"Don't get excited."

The girl got up and patted Salazar's back, who was coughing and bowed, and then asked:

"Why do you think I, the 'Sage of the Earth', have not been hated and excluded by ordinary people?"

"Huh... because you're a Muggle like them."

Salazar answered palely.

"They couldn't understand the technology I used, and the villagers even understood all kinds of magic in everything I did, but I still became a 'sage of the earth' recognized by the church and the lord."

After finishing speaking, the girl changed the subject with a malicious remark:

"Speaking of understanding power, do wizards really understand the essence of magic?"

"..."

The pride of being a pure-blood wizard made Salazar unable to answer the answer that "wizards certainly understand the essence of magic".

Because that was a lie, a lie that even he couldn't deceive himself.

"Actually, we can change our thinking—whether or not we understand the nature of power doesn't make any sense to ordinary people.

The ancients worshiped flames. They also did not understand the nature of flames. Flames also represented a force they could not fight against. But why do people not worship but fear when they come to you? "

Yes, in the age when girls lived, there were people everywhere who didn't understand the principles of touch screens, the structure of mobile phones, and the operation of smart programs, but this did not prevent everyone from using them, let alone because they did not understand principle and fear crowds it out.

——It can be seen that whether it can be understood is not the point.

"Because people know that if they don't touch and stay in awe, the flame will not only not hurt themselves, but will protect themselves!

What people need to know is how to prevent this power from harming themselves, or how to further make this power available to them—and your strength, your arrogance, your isolation, and your fear of mortals will eventually You yourself have abruptly pushed to the opposite of ordinary people. "

"what……

It's an interesting way of saying it.But you miss the crux of the matter - what use are stupid Muggles to us wizards?

Why should we be the fire that dispels the darkness and protects Muggles?

Just to please the Muggles and feel their adoration? "

——It makes sense, but it doesn't help much. ——

No matter how correct the principle is, it can't solve any practical problems. Salazar looked at the girl with a sneer, and his gloomy smirk combined with his current image looked terrifying:

"Just like your scientific secret method, it may be a huge improvement for Muggles, but it is far less useful to us than you imagined.

That's true for your arcana, let alone those ordinary Muggles. "

"What a coincidence, during the time that Godric and the others helped me, I happened to discover some uses of science for you wizards."

The girl laughed like a fox that had slipped into the chicken coop after she finished speaking, and finally returned to the question she had been waiting for after such a long time.

"A very useful use."

54. The limitations of wizards

The newly built tree house is next to the previous tree house, but with the help of wizards, this tree house was built faster, bigger and better, but likewise, the tree house was soon built by countless wizards It is full of things that people can name but can't.

And now, Rowena and Helga are in the tree house, waving their magic wands around a furnace of boiling copper juice, pulling out a thin copper wire.

"Rowena, do you think Salazar will be persuaded?"

During the interval of work, Helga suddenly asked Rowena.

"If he is persuaded... what will our future—the future of wizards be like?"

"what are you talking about?

Don't think about it, how can a few of us decide the future of wizards? "

Regarding Helga's question, Rowena paused for a while and then turned to look at the companion who asked the question, showing a puzzled expression.

Then she continued as if suddenly enlightened.

"Are you hungry? Sorry, I didn't notice.

It's not too early now, let's go back after pulling this furnace of copper wire.

Maybe we can try to make some new dishes in the evening, such as..."

"I know I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid either."

But Helga was not fooled by Rowena, she just continued:

"In these days, when the girl communicated with Godric, I occasionally heard a few words. You who like new knowledge stared at the fire all night after learning from the girl every day. In addition, that day Salazar What I've done, don't I know what's going to happen?"

"Really? So what do you think is going to happen?"

Rowena asked with a smile.

"Great change—a change that would overturn everything that exists today. . . .

But I'm so stupid compared to you, I can't see whether this change is good or bad for us..."

Helga's tone rarely carried a trace of panic and irritability:

"Rowena, do you know the Hufflepuff family I was born into?

It was a very traditional pure-blood family, and my fate was almost set at the moment of birth..."

Then she took a deep breath, and her tone was mixed with complex emotions that could not be clearly explained.

"Learn the magic handed down from the family, and then according to the unwritten agreement between the ancient pure-blood families, marry another heir of the same pure-blood family after adulthood—if I have enough talent, hard work and a little bit of luck, And maybe the right to choose a husband from among many candidates—and then produce a wizard-born offspring as soon as possible to continue the bloodline.

Afterwards, while assisting her husband in studying magic to handle housework and taking care of the children, he studied some less dangerous magic that he liked, or simply tried to use magic in cooking, and finally left this world in an accident or illness.

——This is the life I, Helga Hufflepuff should have been. "

"Then why are you traveling with us, Helga?"

After hearing these words, Rowena seriously looked at this friend whom he might never really know.

"I can foresee my own life, and I don't object to such a fate—but I am not willing to pass my life so plainly—maybe it was because of my rebellious heart when I was a little girl at that time, I hope I have bedside stories that I can tell my children in the future, and experiences that I can recall with a smile or feel proud when I grow old."

Helga turned her head slightly in embarrassment, and rubbed her hands together before continuing:

"And the three of you are the most gifted among the wizards I know, the most rebellious, and the least traditional - and the ones who are most likely to bring me a legendary adventure with ups and downs.

But now, your performance scares me...

I'm afraid that my original ordinary life will never appear again..."

"Hehehe... Helga, I just realized that you may be the smartest among us..."

Rowena stepped forward and hugged her friend gently, and whispered in her ear:

"Because you know your abilities and what you really want."

"Ro... Rowena?"

Helga became momentarily overwhelmed by her friend's reaction.

"So, please continue to be the 'honest and honest' Helga instead of the 'wise and foolish' Helga until the final result comes out."

Rowena's words were soft, but Helga could clearly feel the will and strength contained in them.

"Whatever the outcome, your mundane life goals will come true, I promise."

At the same time, Salazar's room

—Where Muggles are very useful to wizards? ——

Salazar frowned and thought hard for a long time, then asked with strong doubts:

"Do you mean as a sacrifice for black magic or as a raw material for making infernal corpses?"

"..."

Regarding Salazar's answer, Tang Xuening couldn't help but pursed her lips, and asked angrily:

"I heard Godric say that you're the best Transfiguration spell among them, aren't you?"

"Rowena's Transfiguration is in some ways more subtle than mine."

Salazar thought for a while before answering, and then he asked:

"Any questions?"

"I heard that you can use the Transfiguration Charm to conjure iron, copper, and even gold and silver, but can you conjure aluminum?"

The girl ignored the question and continued to ask.

"Some kind of alum (Note 1)?"

After the initial doubts, Salazar quickly reacted.

"Wait, no, what's that?"

"this."

The girl rushed to throw Salazar and threw a fist-sized piece of bright silver metal.

"Wait...Huh?"

Salazar had already prepared himself to be hit hard, but after catching it in a hurry, he realized that the metal he thought was silver at first was unexpectedly light.

"Is this the aluminum you mentioned?"

"Yes."

The girl nodded.

"So you can deform aluminum now?"

"...I can only say that after I rest for a while, I can give it a try."

After seeing, pinching, smelling and even licking with the tip of his tongue, Salazar did not give a clear answer.

"So can you warp the gas you encountered in the treehouse that day?"

the girl asked.

"That miasma?"

After an experience, Salazar instantly understood the meaning behind the girl's words.

"'That gas'? You mean there is more than one kind of air around us? It can cause an explosion... Do you mean phlogiston (Note 2)?"

"Do you understand the meaning of Muggles now?

Yes, magic does have its advantages over science - Godric opened my eyes by showing me the magic of getting bigger and smaller, of building a castle in a box.

As far as I know, science will be a long, long time before it can do the same, but wizards can do it now. "

Still not answering Salazar's question, the girl sincerely said to the wizard in front of her:

"In contrast, although you don't regard lightning as the wrath of your ancestors, and sunlight as a gift from the gods, this world is still full of unknowns for you.

Even Miss Ravenclaw didn't know why the eclipse occurred - she speculated that it was caused by some very large unknown magical creature.

Nor did she understand why hot air balloons—wingless and enchanted flying machines—could rise into the sky, or why the water in burning glass tubes would rise (Note 3). "

"Being able to stump Rowena shows that your secret techniques do have their value,"

But those words were not enough to convince Salazar, because none of this meant anything to him.

He is not Godric who can be moved by good expectations, he is not Rowena who pursues knowledge itself, and he is not Helga who lacks independent opinions and goes with the flow.

He only cares about one thing:

"But I'm still the same sentence - how do you make all this not a threat to wizards."

"If you want to stand taller, the easiest way is to stand on the shoulders of giants (Note 4).

Wizards are indeed very powerful, but they still can’t get rid of the fog that covers the laws of the world, and the number of you determines that you need the help of others to observe and explore the world instead of you to clear the fog for you obstacle.

Only in this way can wizards see further and do more. "

The girl explained to the wizard:

"And before that, in this ignorant and backward age, that giant was you wizard.

You can create for yourself another partner who can stand taller and see farther, and then join hands to walk a brighter path.

In this process, people will no longer fear and exclude you—you will be the driving force leading the whole world forward, you will be the gods who can bring food and light, and you will be the flames that people worship! "

"If you hadn't been knocked down by you, I would be very sure that you are a liar after hearing what you just said.

Because you have said so much, you still haven't explained one thing clearly. "

Salazar shook his head and pointed to himself.

"Leading the Muggles, not being marginalized and then letting the Muggles show us the way...

It all sounds beautiful and exciting.

But where is the wizard's place in a world where, as you say, the fog is cleared, where everyone wields great power?

Could it be that wizards contribute their power to lead Muggles out of ignorance just for their trivial gratitude and admiration, and the result is to make Muggles equal to us? "