I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 218 Ancient Magic

Owen kept looking at the lake, and the glass, as dark as ink, always gave him the feeling of a door.

It's not a lake at all, but a door made of glass, and you can enter another world with a light push.

This feeling became clearer as he got closer to the lake.

Suddenly, Owen realized that this place might not have been built by Voldemort

Perhaps before him, there was a mystery here.

"Perhaps this is not just a burial place for Voldemort.

It has something deeper. "

Owen frowned. He could clearly feel that something invisible, an eternal breath, was emanating from the lake.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything?" Ahead, Dumbledore noticed the change on Owen's face and asked softly.

"There's a sense of ancient magic," he said.

"Ancient magic?"

"Hmm! Very strong."

"What ancient magic?" At this time, Hermione's voice came, and she asked in doubt, and also helped Harry ask the question.

Owen lowered his head and glanced at him, and then said: "Generally speaking, ancient magic is divided into two types. One refers to ancient magic spells. This kind of magic can be recorded in the old magic books when you return to the castle. They are terrible. Powerful spells that anyone can master if they take the time to do so.

The other refers to some kind of ancient magic power, which is a wonderful magic power that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Only the most special wizards can 'see' and use them.

Of course, powerful wizards can also detect the magic, but it is not as easy as the lucky ones to control it. "

The first Dark Lord more than 100 years ago was a master of ancient magic.

There are countless secrets under Hogwarts Castle, and one of them contains an ancient room, which was left by a certain Hogwarts professor who could see ancient magic in the past, in order to guide the subsequent ones who could see ancient magic. little wizard.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore certainly knew this. Even if he himself couldn't see the magic power, he could still hear about the existence of this magic power from the portraits of the former headmaster.

"Can you see those ancient magic?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Because since the original Dark Lord, there has never been a second little wizard who can see magic in Hogwarts.

There is a saying that if the predecessor does not die, no new person will be born. This is of course false, but it also shows how rare wizards with such talents are.

"It wasn't possible before." Owen nodded solemnly, "But it seems to be possible now."

Owen never lies, and there is no need to lie about this kind of thing.

If he could see ancient magic before, how could he still be attacked by Neville on his first sight?

Just kidding, if he doesn't get the shit out, he'll clean it up.

He had also found the mysterious room under Hogwarts this week, but the reality was that he could find the location but couldn't get in. The door had to be opened by ancient magic.

He does have a few ancient spells, but that's of no use, and Dumbledore knows those spells too.

But it's not a spell that opens the door to the room, but magic.

Nothing is useless without the magical power that transforms everything.

This situation has changed from a few months ago.

Ever since Owen climbed out of the centaur coffin, he found that his senses seemed to be amplified, and he could easily detect the subtle magic flowing in the air.

Originally, Owen just thought that it was a blessing left to him by Teacher Chiron, but now it seems that this blessing seems a bit too outrageous.

"Right in the center of the lake, I can see some fluorescent material beating."

In Owen's sight, there are some slight bright silver threads in the sky, and those threads converge to form a small vortex on the small island in the center of the lake, which is like a torch in the dark, quite eye-catching, as long as Anyone who is blind can see.

"This is how we go now." Sirius said urgently.He didn't care if Owen could see some strange magic.

He is urgent to find his brother immediately.

"There is a boat, Kreacher remembers it, but it doesn't know the location of the boat." Hearing Sirius' question, Kreacher shouted excitedly in his bullfrog voice.

It pointed at the lake and leaned over as if it were about to jump into the water.

On the other side, Owen slowly raised his hand.

He is trying to control the ancient magic that roams the air.

That's not easy.

They were a hundred times more difficult to control than the wizard's magic power. They were like swimming fish, and he could only catch a trace of them by chasing them around frantically.

"Close your eyes!" At this moment, Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded.

He put one hand on Owen's shoulder, and chanted an inexplicable spell. The next second, a clear light suddenly flooded Owen's mind. He slowly closed his eyes, but he saw the world.

The world and his 'sight' appear in black and white with different color differences.

Those traveling ancient magic powers seemed to have been cast with a blocking spell, and their activity became slower.

"This--"

Owen knew that it wasn't that the outside world had slowed down, but that his own thinking had become faster.

The next moment, he did not hesitate.

Raise your wand immediately.

A thick white lightning shot out, and the magic web weaved tightly bound the traveling ancient magic power.

"I got them," he exclaimed excitedly.

A flurry of magical restlessness caused the wind to play with his temple hair.Take away the youthful fanatical temperament and blow it into the distance.

"Now, listen to me!" He fired magic again, and this time nothing could stop him.

Ancient magic is completely tamed by him.

Then, it poured into his body like mist.

"Whoo~"

He took a deep breath and his body jumped with joy.

It was as if the dry land had received rain.

"Comfortable!"

And in this miraculous process, he easily saw a boat exuding magic power on the lake.

Then, he cast the Flying Curse on the ship.

"Kreacher is right." Owen grinned.

Then there was a sudden ripple on the lake surface, and suddenly a huge iron chain emerged from the water and was firmly grasped in his hand.

"There is a boat."

Owen slowly opened his eyes, and the gray pupils lit up red for a moment.

But soon, the red light disappeared.

He held the chain and handed one end to Hermione, and then the two of them pulled it, and the invisible ship began to move slowly towards them as if it was zero gravity.

In fact, he just wanted to try just now, to see if he could catch the chain of the ship.

But I didn't expect that it would be a success.

In fact, even if he didn't succeed, Owen didn't care, he still had a way.Riddle just doesn't allow magic items to pass through the lake, so he can physically pass by digging a hole in the mountain walls on both sides, pulling a cable, and then nailing the other end into the small island, and swinging the cable directly across.

He had a hundred ways to get past it, but he was afraid that Riddle's moral integrity would not allow him to imagine it.

"Amazing." Dumbledore said slowly.

His blue eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.

He has always been very tolerant of unknown things like this, and is more willing to spend time studying them.

This may be why he is different from all previous principals.

If it were other former Hogwarts principals, when they found out that one of their students had mastered this kind of magic, they would advise them to give up using it.

But Dumbledore would not.

Absolute strength brings absolute self-confidence, and he will not limit the development of the little wizard because of the little ancient magic power.

The old headmaster was too strong, and he was too strong. Naturally, no ghosts and snakes would dare to play tricks and tricks in front of him, especially with Voldemort as a lesson from the past.

"What kind of magic is that?" He asked curiously. "Can you explain it carefully?"

Several people stepped onto the boat one after another.

The boat driven by magic is quite stable, just like a car driving on the road.

"It seems to be a kind of magical power that can directly transform matter." Owen gently raised his wand, and the silver-white brilliance lit up on the tip of his wand, and then the magic power generated delicate stones.

It was as if every atom of those stones was under his control. Under his thoughts, the stones kept changing shapes, turning into wood, water, and French sticks.

Especially the moment when it becomes a baguette.

A hint of surprise flashed in Professor Dumbledore's eyes.

Even Hermione saw it.

Because of Gump's basic transfiguration rules of transfiguration, they had learned it in the first grade.

Wizards cannot conjure delicious food out of thin air, but if they know where the food is, they can summon them. If they have some food on hand, they can also cast spells to change or increase it.

But just can't conjure food out of thin air.

Because wizards can't directly create anything, they can only "transform", turning wood into a chair, the essence is still wood, turning stone into jade, the essence is still stone.But if it becomes food, then what you eat will still be the original thing instead of food.

But the baguette in Owen's hands is different. He has truly changed the structure of matter and created something brand new.

"It's a great feeling, like I can create anything I want."

"Even"

"Life is not allowed to profane children, you have to remember this." Dumbledore interrupted him appropriately. "Never go down that road,"

"I'll just say it casually." Owen threw the French weapon in his hand into the lake.

Accompanied by a muffled sound of entering the water, suddenly countless white arms popped out, and more and more gathered. After a while, the area where the stones entered the water was full of human limbs.

Like boiling water.

The carnival of corpses flooded the area without warning.Like a drowning person, waving his hands helplessly and frantically, trying to grab something, but unfortunately, there is nothing there.

"Oh my god!" Hermione exclaimed.

The hand holding his arm suddenly tightened, and Owen almost cried out in pain.

"What are you panicking!" He said disgustedly.

"With Professor Dumbledore here, you still panic! Are you looking down on my greatest white wizard?"

"Forehead"

After being scolded by Owen, Hermione instantly felt more relaxed. She was mainly angry, and her anger offset part of her fear.

"How many people did Voldemort kill?" Harry asked blankly.

He had never had any impression of Voldemort's dark reign before.But now, he finally realized what kind of terrifying devil he was fighting against.

"It's estimated to be a whole town, a few hundred? Or a few thousand?"

"Thousands!" Harry exclaimed.

His eyes suddenly became blurred.

The whole of Hogwarts didn't have a few thousand people, that's not to say that Voldemort almost killed an entire school of people.

This—is simply a demon.

And Sirius - he said nothing.

Just stared blankly.

Because he knew that among these corpses was his younger brother.

His stupid, yet more responsible brother.

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Irving's method of changing the subject was very effective.

Even Dumbledore fell silent for a moment.

Like Sirius, he stared deeply at the lake, his eyes full of loss, as if all this was his own fault.

A few minutes later the boat bumped lightly against something and stopped.

"Here we are." The old headmaster finally broke free from the response.

Everyone got off the boat one by one.

Then began to struggle to find a foothold on this small island that was only about a quarter of the Hufflepuff common room, full of rubble and stalagmites.

The only thing here that is relatively stable is the very center, an ancient round stone basin with a faint green light.

Dumbledore approached the stone basin, and the others hurried to follow.

With the stone basin as the center, they stood side by side around it.Inside the stone basin is a basin full of emerald green liquid, shining with phosphorescent light.

"It's Senior Tom's stupid trick again." Owen glanced at the potion in the stone basin, slightly puzzled why he had to make so many tricks.

Obviously, it would be enough to just seal the pendant box into the stone forever. I had to get a magic potion for fear that others would not be able to take it out.

"A very shrewd mechanism." Dumbledore smiled faintly, then observed it, then lifted up his sleeves, stretched out his fingers, and wanted to touch the potion in the stone basin directly.

"Wait, Professor!" Hermione was taken aback.

Hastily stopped.

But—the smile of the old professor Heshan responded to her, "Don't worry Granger, look, I can't touch the potion at all."

"I figured I'd have to use the spoon next to it to touch the potion."

"Tom has cast more than a dozen different spells here to ensure that the potion in the stone basin cannot be burned by fire, cannot be poured out, and cannot be dissolved in the ground."

Said, as if to verify his words.

Dumbledore picked up the shell-shaped spoon, took a spoonful and sprinkled it on the ground.

In an instant, the magic potion on the ground disappeared, as if no one had ever poured it out, and in the stone basin, the originally reduced potion instantly increased again.

"What do you think he wants us to do?" Dumbledore blinked and looked at Hermione.

"He—" the little witch pursed her lips, and then said with difficulty: "He wants us to drink the potion."

"Yes, that's exactly what he thought." Dumbledore said slowly.Then he turned his head and looked at Owen again, "Is there any way you can prevent us from drinking the potion?"

"Yes!" Owen rolled his eyes at the old principal, and you never forget to give me questions.

"If you don't drink, it's over!"

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It makes sense, but we were speechless.

Black lines rose on the faces of the wizards on the side.

This guy, can't he put away his nonchalant temper?

"I don't want to comment on Tom's agency, because that will only make me absolutely my IQ have been ravaged!"

"If it were me, I would just pour some dichlorvos into it, and I would go straight to heaven in one gulp, slow poison or something would be so stupid!

Also, why is there a disease in his head, this mechanism is too easy to crack!

Before coming, just prepare a few mice and put the magic potion in the mouse's mouth, or bring a box with an infinite extension spell to let the potion leave the area. Will his spell still be effective?

Or even simpler, I don’t want to take out the contents, so just destroy it!

Fierce fire curses to wash the ground, regardless of whether he has a stone basin or a horcrux, all of them will disappear!

Why go to all the trouble to take it out?Are you sick? "

Owen continued to babble, his words were full of worries about Voldemort's IQ.

"I always felt that making Horcruxes to split souls is harmful to IQ. Now it turns out that it is true. Senior Tom is really suffering from it. In a few years, his IQ will soon catch up with Justin."

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Dumbledore was suddenly startled when he heard the sound.

Because he found that what Owen said seemed to be correct.

If he knew in advance that his Horcrux was stored in it, why did he take it out?

Wouldn't it be nice to just blow up this place and disappear the entire area along with this cave?

Thinking about it, he suddenly shook his head.

It seems that his wizard thinking has indeed restricted him.

Sometimes Owen's unconventional and unbridled imagination can come up with original ideas.

"Well, now is not the time to discuss Voldemort's stupidity." At this moment, Sirius roughly interrupted the thoughts of several people.

"Kreacher, please tell me the location where Regulus was dragged into the lake."

"Here, sir!" Kreacher had been crying since he landed on the island, and now he wiped away the tears that fell near his mouth, and walked to a place.

"Master, it's right here, this is where Master Regulus fell into the water." It pointed at a certain lake and screamed.

"Very well." Dumbledore looked around, especially to Owen, "raise your wands and stand behind me."

"There may be endless corpses rushing up in a while," he said.

Hearing the sound, everyone concentrated their attention, clenched their wands, and looked at the lake nervously.

Fighting an Inferi is anything but pleasant.

Except Owen.

The small scenes are all clever. When he was playing Resident Evil back then, the tide of corpses was called the mountain of corpses.

As the soul of the 21st generation who is deeply attacked by various zombie themes, if there are zombies appearing on the street, he can tell the horror of the zombie society.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a silver killer in his hand, that thing can beat the sixth in biochemical mode.

"Don't worry, don't panic, don't panic at all." He turned to Harry and Hermione and said with comforting eyes, soft tone, and already arrogant aura. "The zombies you have seen are more salty than the ones you have eaten." Salty. It's just a small scene with thousands of people, but I have millions of people to make trouble with you!"