I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 221 Rising Tide

The Sphinx's answer surprised Dumbledore.

Immediately, his blue eyes looked at it with deep meaning.

Nodding slightly towards it.

No one knew better than he how powerful power can be to wizards.

On the path of magic, the more talented a wizard is, the easier it is for him to go astray.

For most wizards, magic is just waving a wand and saying a few spells.

Only a very few talented wizards clearly know what the essence of magic is and what powerful magic power will bring them.

And if this powerful force is not restrained, it is likely to bring disaster and destruction.

Voldemort is a good example.

Especially when he found out that he was descended from the blood of Salazar Slaterin, that sense of uniqueness, and his unique ambition began to expand wildly.

He always believed that he was superior to others, and his arrogance was always spreading in his heart. Even in Hogwarts Castle, when facing the professors, although the young Riddle hid it well, Dumbledore could still see it. His self-centered and considerate of other people's feelings is full of dust.

He even thought he was God at the end.

And today's Irving has a tendency in this regard.

Even ancient magic is more precious and terrifying than Salazar's blood.

If he becomes as indifferent to the people around him as Voldemort and has no care in his heart, then one can imagine what kind of terrifying wizard there will be in the magical world in the future.

But from the current point of view, this child is different from Riddle.

Although he lost his parents, he had a complete family.

He lost the affection from his parents, but also gained the affection from others.

He has his own friends, knows what love is, and understands the meaning of life.

Even if he didn't say it, Dumbledore knew.

In Owen's heart, the man who brought him out of the orphanage, how much weight Grindelwald holds in his heart.

He has relatives, from the beginning, he has a powerful grandpa, doesn't he?

Thinking to himself, a smile appeared on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth.

So many years have passed.

The feud between him and Grindelwald had long been resolved.

The only thing he is grateful for now is that Grindelwald guided the child who should be guided the most at the most correct time, and led him to the right path, instead of implementing the dross ideas between wizards and Muggles for him.

What made him most gratified was Owen's treatment of Lupine.

He travels through time and ultimately saves Lupin.

This was not supposed to be done by him.

Yes, a child of thirteen or fourteen years old, no one would criticize him or anything, even if Owen didn't choose to go back to the past at that time, but just stayed in the castle.

He won't say anything either.

But Owen went back.

He tried his best to save two innocent lives, although the final result was not due to him alone.

But - the important thing is to choose.

Through the glasses, Dumbledore looked at Owen with gratified and wise eyes.

Even if we are stuck in a quagmire and surrounded by mud, we still have a choice and choose to be a good person.

Of course there are no perfect people in this world.

Even for himself, the pain of the past is still tormenting him, but at least - at least Irving now, he is satisfied.

He has done the best he can at his age and with this strength.

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Behind the gate are the figures leaving.

The huge, beautiful head of the Sphinx watched them go.

Then she slowly lay down again, closed her eyes tightly, and fell into a deep sleep again.

On the other side, everyone seemed to have entered some kind of divine realm.

As far as the eye can see, there are huge statues carved in marble and hollow metal patterns all around.

The hall they are in is like a flower bud, the petals are woven from hollow metal, and the endless nebula is overhead.The flower heart is a complete deep blue gemstone.

The Milky Way turned above their heads.

As they walked, the gems under their feet began to glow with stars.

"Oh, God!" Hermione exclaimed.

Because she discovered that those starlights did not dissipate, but drilled directly into the gemstone floor.

Then little by little, they finally formed another part of the Milky Way.

The gorgeousness is indescribable.

It's like the Olympic Temple of Zeus.

"What place is this!" Harry stared blankly at the floor, his heart full of shock.

Such a magical place is rare even in Hogwarts.

Before discovering the Room of Requirement, Harry hadn't seen more than what he had seen so far—magical places.

"Someone will explain it to us." The old principal smiled slightly.

Following his gaze, Owen looked, and there was a mirror directly in front of them.

Simple, luxurious, and elegant, it is very similar to the Mirror of Erised in the castle.

But it is taller than the Mirror of Erised, about ten feet (four meters).

The same is covered with ancient runes.

The old principal looked at Owen.

He understood immediately.

Holding the wand in hand, Owen slowly stepped forward.

With a wand, wrapped in a trace of ancient magic, gently tap the mirror.

Suddenly, the blurred mirror surface lit up with a warm light, and then all the dust and unknown dirt disappeared.

"Oh! Has anyone come again?"

It was a rather old voice.

"Let me see who it is."

Then an old wizard appeared in the mirror.

"Principal Dexter?"

Owen was very surprised, because he saw an acquaintance here.

He had seen a portrait of the principal in the principal's office.

He is placed on the far right near the dome.

The material used to make his portrait is not the common English oak, but a European tree species, an extinct tree species.

It was a very old wizard, with a white beard and wrinkled face that made him look at least 150 years old.

His handsome and thin cheeks, gray hair and slightly raised back all showed the cruel marks left by the years.

He was wearing an exquisite magical robe, which was different from modern robes. The style of the robe, with the complex ancient runes engraved on it, was by no means a product of modern times, or even in the last few hundred years.

This is a very precious magic item.

Owen had only seen such an outfit in Nick's closet.

That is at least a thousand years of history.

Owen estimated that he should be one of the several principals at the beginning of the school's founding.

"Oh! Is it really you?"

Principal Dexter's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

His expression was a little excited, and his eyes couldn't stop showing a look of pride.

"I'll just say it! We Hufflepuffs are the best. Very good, you are very good."

"Amount 0.0"

Mr. Principal, we can say this quietly.

At least not in front of a group of Gryffindors!

"Oh! Albus, you found this too? I knew that you would definitely find this place."

At this time, the principal Dexter finally arrived at the old man with the same white beard behind Owen, a strong smile flashed in his eyes, and immediately he said gently, "We have been discussing, if You have that kind of talent, you're definitely going to be the best candidate."

"But sometimes fate is elusive and it didn't choose you in the end. It makes me regret."

"I'm glad it didn't choose me." The old principal said calmly.

Behind the half-moon glasses is the wisdom accumulated over countless years.

"I know who I am, I don't have that talent, and that's a good thing."

He was extremely fortunate to think so.

Happier than ever.

Because if he discovered that he possessed the talent of ancient magic at Owen's age, it would be hard to believe that he would not be able to wake up later.

Perhaps under the temptation of strength, he will go deeper until he cannot break free.

"Well! You are indeed worthy of the name of the greatest headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Not even Lady Helga Hufflepuff has shown such influence as you."

"Ms. Helga Hufflepuff?" The old headmaster was taken aback.

In fact, even he didn't know which era of wizards left these ancient portraits of the principal.

Because Hogwarts has clear records of the principal, which only started more than 300 years later.

For more than 400 years, they did not record the history of the time.

All he knew was that the ancient headmaster did belong to Hogwarts.

"I think there is still a big gap between me and the founders."

he said modestly.

"No, quite the opposite." Principal Dexter smiled.

"My school days were led by the second headmaster of Hogwarts, Ms. Helga Hufflepuff.

Ms. Helga Hufflepuff has been the headmaster of Hogwarts since Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, the original headmaster, died of illness. She left a deep Hufflepuff mark on Hogwarts , it can be said that a large part of the reason why Hogwarts has not fallen apart and is still practicing the ideas of the four founders is the efforts of Ms. Helga Hufflepuff.

Today's Hogwarts can be so inclusively developed, even after being destroyed by that fool, Still thriving, thanks to Lady Helga Hufflepuff. "

"You know, if either Salazar or Godric were Headmaster, Hogwarts would be in chaos.

Lady Helga Hufflepuff in her old age has been trying to ease the strife between the four houses, which is the saddest thing for her, because until now this matter has not ended, and you, Albus, I am with you Seeing hope in you, if not for that descendant of Salazar, you might actually be able to fulfill Lady Helga Hufflepuff's last wish. "

Principal Dexter slowly told stories from more than 1000 years ago.

A story full of vitality and strife.

"I'm trying to make Hogwarts better." The old headmaster said flatly.

"That's enough." Principal Dexter praised, with a childlike smile on his face full of age marks.

"Oh! I like to think about the past when I'm old." As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to Owen.

"Perhaps you will wonder what this place is."

".0 is a little bit." Owen replied with his head raised.

Principal Dexter smiled and smiled at Owen's little naughty, and then he continued: "You can call this place, the Tower of Divine Grant."

"God's Tower?"

"Yes." Principal Dexter slowly explained, "In the past, after a dark war, the surviving ancient wizards built such a tower to select successors who could continue to frighten the darkness. "

"The vicious fight many years ago did not completely kill the evil wizard who claimed to be an Outer God, but only drove his soul out of the material world we are in.

In the shadows, the darkness is still about to move.

And this tower of gods is not only a place to inherit the exquisite magic of ancient wizards, but also a connecting station to communicate with the spiritual world of Outland. "

"Connection station?" Owen nodded silently, not quite understanding what this meant.

Connect to what, connect to foreign domain?

We have already driven away the outer gods, so why build this so-called connection station?

Are you afraid that brother won't come back?

"Initially, the wizard hoped to counterattack the spiritual realm through these towers and completely kill the evil god. But -"

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Got it!

You don't need to guess to know what happened afterwards, after all, human beings!

Infighting is everyday!

If you don't fight among yourself, you are not a real human being.

"So what am I going to do?" Owen asked with his mouth open.

“All you need to do is defeat the tentacles of evil from outside the realm.

Although the outer gods can't enter this universe, Zhi's minions can. They provide souls for him day after day, and every once in a while, Zhi's power becomes strong enough to resist intruding into the tower of gods.

At this time, someone needs to be able to cut off the tentacles of darkness.

This is the responsibility of each generation of heirs of ancient magic.

And that kind of battle can only be faced by you alone, and wizards who have not been recognized by the ancient gods cannot pass through the other side of the fog. "

Principal Dexter spoke softly.

And the truth brought by his words also filled some of the news brought to him by Teacher Chiron.

After all, they lived in different eras, with thousands of years of gap between them.

Times always move forward in a spiral, and what happened back then is decidedly different from what it is today.

"So, it's time for high tide again?" Owen asked.

He had no intention of escaping from the fate imposed upon him.

Teacher Chiron was right, if it wasn't for that Outer God, then he wouldn't have been born.Part of his soul belongs to the Outer Gods.

He was doomed to go this way from the start.

Since you can't get rid of it, you might as well learn to enjoy it.

At least great adventure has always been what he is pursuing, right?

"The tide is rising?" Principal Dexter was startled, then smiled and said, "Yes, it's time for the tide to rise again."

It's my birthday today, I missed going out for a meal, so I'm being lazy.