I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 358 Confrontation with Gods—Purple Sea

The stone pillars in the pool slowly lost their charm, like an old machine that finally stopped turning its gears.

As he said before, the stone pillar cannot be taken out.

After so many years, it has long been integrated with the World Tree.

All Irving could do was turn it off as much as possible.

Now he finally understands why Ionia City keeps digging downwards. This is to dig down the World Tree. The current depth is probably almost reaching the belly of the World Tree's main trunk.

"world Tree!"

Owen chuckled, what a great reputation.

Unexpectedly, they would encounter such a legendary magical plant at a certain point in their journey.

Well, if Professor Sprout were here, he would definitely be happy.

This plant, which is said to be the creation of the nine realms, is simply a treasure in herbal medicine!

Owen could guess what Professor Sprout's first words were when he saw it.

The professor would have said, "Owen—go and look for the seeds."

She definitely wants to cultivate a world tree of her own.

Just like Hagrid has a paranoid love for magical animals, Snape has a paranoid love for Harry's mother, and Sirius has a paranoid love for Harry's father.

Professor McGonagall has a paranoid love for little wizards, and Professor Flitwick has a paranoid love for duels.

The professors at Hogwarts are more or less mentally disturbed.

They all have their own obsessions.

Professor Sprout is paranoid about all kinds of magical plants that are either dangerous or rare.

In fact, as the Hufflepuff wizard who has spent the longest time in the greenhouse, Owen is qualified to say that there is almost no difference between Professor Sprout and Hagrid in terms of paranoia.

The only difference is that most magical plants do not have long legs, so young wizards are not very sensitive to them. In fact, some magical plants are not necessarily much friendlier than dark magical animals.

Oh my god - no professor of herbal medicine would allow a little wizard to grow cabbage in a greenhouse that was bitten by people who could lose arms and legs at worst, or die at worst!

Oh - all generations of herbal medicine professors have allowed it

That's okay.

I have to say, this is Hogwarts.

A magic school where the life safety of young wizards is severely tested at all times.

Put aside the aura of magic - it really takes a lot of courage to go to school here.

After all - in the seven years you have been studying and living, the tragedy of breaking arms and legs is simply more normal than eating and drinking. To be more serious, it is like being cursed, with acne on your face, herpes on your body, and being attacked by a sudden attack for several days. It often happens that I can't get out of bed, or I can't speak for several days with my tongue and throat locked.

Even if you are lucky enough to avoid these.

You may also be drugged because you are handsome or beautiful.

Love potions, potions that can trample one's will at will, can be found everywhere in the castle. You can imagine that it would not be too easy for students if they really wanted to do something evil.

In short, you should remember when you are at Hogwarts that life is a mess, and the bed in the dormitory is just a temporary residence no matter how comfortable it is.

The hospital bed in the Hogwarts Infirmary is your permanent home!

Shaking his head, Owen left the school behind.

Fortunately - he didn't have to worry about that.

Although he has never been able to find any clues about a secret fujoshi organization in the castle, this is just the spirit of Ah Q, a spiritual victory method. Apart from disgusting him, it can't cause any actual harm.

Turning around, he looked at the passage leading into the cave.

After losing the nourishment of the World Tree, the dead bodies finally no longer revived. Each one of them was like burnt dust. After falling to the ground, they turned into dust and became the nourishment of the tree.

They have spent their entire lives stealing the energy of the World Tree, and they deserve to end up like this.

"I'm home, I'm home!" Owen stretched and stepped out of the pool. "I haven't had a good sleep in many days. I need to catch up today."

Stretching his body, Owen picked up Sherlock who was playing with the water in the pool.

There was a branch floating in the water. This guy was standing on the branch dangling, staring at the reflection under him, touching it with his paws from time to time. When he thought about it, he simply stood up on his hind legs, with his two front paws standing high and proud. stood up, putting on a fierce expression, threatening the reflection in the water.

Of course, with this cat's intelligence, it's impossible not to know that the reflection on the water is just its shadow.

So Irving believed more that it was just posing for beauty.

He picked up this beautiful cat with his right hand and picked up its little wooden stick.

Bakar also flew back, panting and landing on his head, patting his forehead with two claws, as if in silent protest. The dragon's breath that had just continued had exhausted him.

To be honest, he was really reluctant to leave.

There are too many treasures in the large underground warehouse in Ionia, which is equivalent to the area of ​​​​a complete Hogwarts warehouse. He is only touring a very small area these days.

It was like there was a treasure in front of him, but he could only intercept a part of it. That area was very uncomfortable.

"Forget it, come back later." Owen said in a deep voice with some resentment. He grabbed Sirocco, and then he took the two of them and apparated away from here.

When the surrounding scenery became clear again, Owen saw the cold icy rain floating randomly in the sky.

Hold up the magic umbrella.

The sudden cold wind made him shiver.

This cat definitely did it on purpose. It could have taken them directly back to the camp, but it deliberately took them to the snowy mountains.

"You go back first, I still have something to do." Owen glanced at the lake in the distance.

But the lavender sea came to mind.

That ferocious flesh and blood sun.

"Where are you going?" Sirius was keen, he said bluntly: "Maelstrom? I warn you, that place is very dangerous."

"A glorious mission." Owen faced the dog godfather and suddenly smiled: "Although most missions are burdens rather than honors, believe me, I don't want to bear this kind of burden at all. To be honest, even if the Outer God What does swallowing this world have to do with me? I can drive Miss Granger or anyone I want to take away from the earth in a rocket. The magic is enough for me to be on a spaceship, on Mars, on Europa, or even Proxima Centauri, Procyon, Betelgeuse, the universe is so big, what can a small alien god like him do?

Outer god? Haha - the words are shameless and make people laugh. Compared with Xinghe, Minion can call himself a god. So what if he can blow up the earth with a magic spell? god? What a laugh! "

Owen rambled on, with strong contempt and ridicule in his tone, and he woke up the dozing Tool Dragon again.

"It's Dumbledore who doesn't want to see the world destroyed, it's Grindelwald, it's my grandfather who doesn't want to see the world destroyed, and it's Miss Granger who doesn't want to see the world destroyed. I don't want to bear this burden at all, but it is necessary. Things to do.

My business can only be my business. "

"So, don't follow me next, if you don't want to be a burden to me."

The next second, the fire dragon roared and soared into the sky.

Owen stood on the top of the mountain, jumped down, and Bucker caught him.

Then he raised his arms and even the raindrops stopped at this moment.

"Oh, by the way. My big toy, remember to take my big toy back." High in the sky, Owen's voice was like waves.

The giant dragon flying in the sky ignored the loud shouts of the man on the top of the snow mountain.

It is difficult for people who do not possess ancient magic to resist foreign gods.

As Owen said, inadvertently, he became a burden.

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The flying speed of the fire dragon is not very fast. Even Bakar, who has a special bloodline, is as fast as ghosts compared to those magical animals that are born and bred to fly.

After casting a layer of Disillusionment Curse around himself, to prevent the disadvantaged Muggles from seeing the tip of the iceberg of the other world.

After continuing to fly for about an hour. Owen finally approaches the high-heeled tip of the Yanin Peninsula on the southern shore of the Ionian Sea.

The area called the Great Whirlpool of Charybdis is across the sea from Greece.

This is a storm zone.

It was raining coldly when we took off from the Giant Island where Ionia City is located.

The closer he got to the coastline, the faster the rain fell. At this time, the strong wind and rain were so heavy that he couldn't put on his hood.

"Lower the altitude Barker, let's not be struck to death by lightning." Owen patted Barker's neck, and then the flying height of the dragon began to drop rapidly.

Below me, the sky was extremely dark because of the heavy clouds. The light that was lucky enough to pass through stood on the sea like a pillar in the sky.

Thanks to these lights, Owen could see underneath him, which looked like the underwater vortex that appeared during the battle between Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.

A huge vortex three to four kilometers long stirs the sea water for more than ten kilometers.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a hole in the sky, and the hole was still expanding.

The surrounding clouds also rotate with the sea. In sight, the sky was spinning.

That sense of oppression, that sense of magnificence, that heavy sense of fate makes people breathless.

What is certain is that a powerful tropical cyclone is forming. As expected, this cyclone will intensify into a typhoon or even a super typhoon in a short period of time, and then tear apart all incoming ships.

In addition, Owen saw many wizards.

Riding the wind and waves on several huge shuttle boats side by side on the sea.

A row of wizards stood on the deck.

They were all wearing black trench coats, holding wands in their hands, and controlled the Muggle ships passing by in the storm. If anyone came close, they would be expelled, and their memories would probably be deleted.

The flashing lights on the shuttle boat were like lighthouses flipping in the waves, and soon Owen felt that they would not be able to hold on.

Magic cannot compete with such a terrifying natural climate.

Then they are not wizards, but gods.

And now, this is only the intensity of a tropical cyclone. When it intensifies into a strong typhoon, or a super typhoon, even a wizard will have to stay away from the limelight for a while.

Of course, when that happens, it’s not certain whether they will avoid the limelight.

If this was in the Pacific, it would be okay if a super typhoon appeared, but this is the Strait of Messina.

Although the Charybdis Whirlpool is not in the center of the strait, it is only 3.2 kilometers away from the coasts on both sides, and only 16 kilometers away from the other.

Just the intensity of a tropical cyclone can already affect Muggle cities on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. If it strengthens, it becomes a super typhoon.

That wizard is really going to compete with the sky for supremacy.

"It seems that my estimate is conservative."

Above the sky, at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, there was a faint flickering light.

Owen just glanced at it and knew what it was.

A Muggle high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft.

His previous estimate that several weather satellites around the world would be aimed at the Strait of Messina was considered conservative.

Now the Muggle air force has come to an end.

If a reconnaissance plane captures a figure riding a silver dragon, they will really discover the other world.

"The survival of the country is at stake!" he complained, and the International Federation of Wizards might get angry now.

This level of magical disaster has far exceeded the New York magic leak incident in 1926.

That time, all the No-Majs in New York City saw the magic.

In the end, Senior Newt used the Thunderbird to dilute the venom of the Curling Wing Demon into the clouds. It rained all over the city. The venom of the Curling Wing Demon can be used to erase bad memories, which allowed the wizard to hide again.

And this time - unless the federation gathers wizards from all over the world, everyone casts the magic spell together to see if they can cover up the typhoon.

But this is just a thought!

The core area of ​​a super typhoon is generally 10-60 kilometers away.

Coupled with the vortex mobilizing the surrounding seawater to continuously flow in, Owen estimated that Muggles on both sides of the coast would soon be able to see the spectacular scene of the sea appearing above their heads.

This is not to mention the spiral cloud belt outside the typhoon, which is a terrifying cloud layer exceeding 400-1000 kilometers.

How can a wizard cover up this situation?

The clouds stirred up by the typhoon were almost as big as the Mediterranean Sea.

Can a wizard hide the Mediterranean Sea?

If they had this strength, they wouldn't need to hide it.

"There are more and more wizards," he murmured.

In Owen's sight, there were scenes of phantoms everywhere near the vortex, as many as during the World Cup, when 100,000 fans came to watch the game.

certainly. There can't be a hundred thousand Aurors in Europe. Even ten thousand people can't make up for it - no - a thousand people are enough.

But these people are the elite among wizards, not comparable to those Quidditch rogues.

In this stormy and harsh climate, they all came here tirelessly to hide the magical world and wipe the butt of the gods.

This heart really makes people cry.

"Oh! It seems like I'm here to wipe my butt, um - that's okay."

Bakar's flying speed was already very slow.

The phantom spell attached to it was full of loopholes, but fortunately, the dark clouds covered the sun, the sky was terrifyingly gloomy, and the heavy rain blocked the view, so the group of Italian wizards did not notice him.

Sirocco had already crawled back into his backpack. He didn't want the dirty rain to get his hair wet, especially in front of his cat owner.

Bucker's body was covered in scales, and after the rain poured on it, his whole body was shiny. A kitten would turn into a drowned rat in the rain.

"Hmm - I seem to have seen the center of the vortex."

He took Weasley's scuba out of his pocket and hung it by his mouth.

He then cast several layers of thermal insulation spells on himself.

He stared at the water with one eye, and then jumped.

Falling into the water, there was a splash.

As for Bakar, it got into Owen's backpack the moment he hit the water.

Fire dragons can bathe in magma, but they can't stand the cold sea water.

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The real ocean is different from the Black Lake.

The swirling water pushed Owen back and forth. He had to use magic to steady himself.

To be fair - at this time, he should be lying on Miss Granger's lap pillow and eating the food prepared by the elf. He raised his head and discussed with her what flowers should be planted at home.

You have to be really sick to come to this place and suffer.

"Shock reduction and speed stop!" With grief and anger, Owen waved his wand violently.

Infinite magic power surged out.

The seawater poured into the surrounding area like mud, and finally the galloping wild horse calmed down.

However, this resulted in Irving not being able to move faster.

Because he must maintain the effect of the spell at all times.

He could only ride on Miss Granger's same surfboard - ah - miss Miss Granger for a day, damn! Brother, I regret it. Is it too late to go back now?

Owen's heart was heavy as his memories of surfboarding were brought back to him.

The surrounding seawater reminded him of the lavender ocean between the gaps in the void that the World Tree showed him.

Fortunately, there were no twisted creatures swimming around him, which was a blessing among misfortunes. This showed that the power of the outer gods did not leak out on a large scale.

Swimming forward, the surroundings became quieter and quieter.

The only sound in my ears was the sound of surfboards cutting through the water.

Just like that, ten minutes after continuing to move forward, "bang" the surfboard hit something - he landed on the shore?

? ? ?

what's the situation?

Are you kidding me?

This is the bottom of the sea. There is still a depth of about a hundred meters below him. Where is the "shore" for him to lean on?

For a moment, Owen's scalp went numb. He took out his wand and threw away the fluorescent light at the tip of the wand.

The pale and pale Liang barely revealed part of the true face of 'Shore'.

Suddenly, he was shocked and speechless.

In front of him is a sea of ​​flowers - the broken petals are all over the ground, and some kind of scarlet vines are intertwined and erect, which can be regarded as a kind of 'tree'.

A kind of mutilated butterfly with missing wings and different sizes was flying above the sea of ​​flowers. Everything was so quiet and peaceful.

Beyond these, he also saw, in the distance, white fungus mushrooms on the mountain, densely arranged together. If you have trypophobia, you will commit suicide even if you just look at them.

If it weren't for the fact that the obelisk was on this strange underwater island, Irving would not have chosen to step into this island full of corruption.

Holding back the nausea in his heart, Owen stretched out his feet and stepped on this small island floating in the sea.

"Huh--" Suddenly a wave of ocean current came in, and the water instantly broke through his magic and gave him a slap on his handsome face.

This place is already the most violent place of the whirlpool.

How fast the water was flowing - Owen didn't know, but he could see that the current could easily tear apart the rocks on the edge of the island.

This is a protective spell!

Suddenly Owen understood where the vortex came from.

The Maelstrom protects—or rather imprisons—the island, and anyone entering or leaving must pass through this razor-sharp sea.

This can be regarded as a kind of screening, which will block out most wizards or Muggles to the greatest extent.

Thinking with his toes, Owen could understand that it should be impossible to apparate here.

The person who created this storm could not have anticipated this.

"Shock absorption - speed stop!!!"

Ancient magic surges into the crystallized wand.

The wand lit up with azure light, and the halo was dispersed by the sea water, leaving a silky ribbon of sparkling light that shone brightly in an instant.

Taking another step forward, the sea water became heavier again.

Gravity almost caused the wand in Owen's hand to loosen and be swept away.

"Wow!" He quickly grabbed the wand with his left hand. Hold it with both hands at the same time.

"Almost——"

His heart was beating wildly. If it were normal, even if he lost his wand, it would be very troublesome for Owen, but it was not unacceptable. He was already very proficient in wandless spellcasting.

He can even do the wandless killing curse

Of course, this may be because he is very proficient in this magic.

But now, as long as the magic is disconnected for a moment, he will be stirred into Owen sauce by the sea water, and there will be no time for him to cast spells without a wand.

"Armor protection!"

To cast a spell without a wand, Owen cast an iron armor spell on himself.

In any case, he had already suppressed the surrounding current, and could only be pushed by the sea water, and continued to rush inward at an oblique angle.

Just like that - after going through all kinds of hardships, Owen finally broke through the turbulence of the sea.

Came to this peaceful island.

Look up - this should be the center of the vortex, the eye of the typhoon.

At this time, the afternoon sun illuminates the entire island dazzlingly.

Of course - if you don't take into account the rotting plants on the island, this place is indeed not bad.

Carefully avoiding the dilapidated butterflies waving their wings, and holding the wand tightly, Owen moved towards the center of the island with great vigilance.

There was an aura of dilapidation and decay everywhere, and the petals under his feet were scattered by the air current generated by his steps.

Immediately the true face of the underground was revealed.

Some kind of ashes as fine as sand, with bits of flesh and bones everywhere on the ashes, from all kinds of creatures. He even walked through the remains of a rib that was dozens of feet high - in order to avoid those butterflies, even if he It's not clear what kind of harm those butterflies can cause to people. The aura of death on their bodies is too strong, just like the weeds growing around barren graves. As long as they are still alive, they will subconsciously stay away from such creatures.

It's not just the bones that are scary.

More of it is flesh and blood.

The purple, dry arm that stood up on the ground, like some kind of greasy rock skin, was actually still moving. Its five broken fingers were twitching mechanically, and limbs like this were on this island. It can be seen everywhere.

This seems to be the laboratory of some kind of unspeakably evil dark wizard, and what he experiments with is the taboo of physical transformation.

What would happen if a dragon's head was placed on a human body?

What would happen if the wings of a Thunderbird were attached to an Acromantula?

Those terrible evil thoughts are everywhere here.

Wait - Owen's pupils suddenly tightened.

He seemed to have seen a similar scene somewhere.