I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 252 Merlin’s Secret Chamber

But it is certain that Merlin knows about Hogwarts, because his life span is quite long.

The last record about him was more than 500 years ago.

After the first Goblin Wars, it saw the dissolution of the British Council of Wizards (it didn't) and it was replaced by the Ministry of Magic.The embryonic form of the International Federation of Wizards was born.

He disappeared once the power structure in the wizarding world was firmly established.

His departure left countless secrets for the wizarding world.

Some say Merlin is still alive, some say he is dead.

Others say that he returned to Avalon, the fabled resting place.

No one can tell what happened to him. People can only understand that the wizarding world has not listened to his voice for 500 years.

Among the above guesses, what Owen agrees with is that Merlin finally returned to Avalon and then rested here.

Merlin in this world is not immortal.

He should also have the bloodline of some kind of magical creature, and his lifespan is quite long, but no matter how long his lifespan is, he will always grow old, and there will always be a time when he will come to an end.

Looking at the Merlin Medal in front of him.

Owen was actually full of doubts in his heart.

This is the first time Merlin and Hogwarts are connected.

"Camelot" Owen said in a deep voice. Looking at the medal in the castle in the distance that almost covered the wand, he suddenly had a different kind of thought coming to his mind.

He would have liked to speak directly to the greatest wizard if he could.

Ask about legends about kings and wizards.

Owen stretched out his hand and pressed against the door.

Just a little push.

The stone door, which seemed to weigh at least a thousand jin, was pushed open by him in response.

In an instant, a refreshing fragrance hit my face.

The wind carried some kind of pink petals and blew against my face.

Owen and Hermione subconsciously covered their eyes.

When he was confused, he seemed to see a man wearing colorful clothes, with white hair and purple eyes, who was unbelievably beautiful.

He blinked at the little wizard, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

Then disappeared.

After a long time, when the air circulated, the boiling petals slowly fell.

"Oh my God!" Hermione sighed.

His face was bright red.

Pink petals all over the ground.

Spreading to the edge that no one can see.

Standing at the door and looking in, the corridor looks like the garden of Beauxbaton School of Magic and Magic, which is unbelievably beautiful.

Miss Granger covered her mouth, speechless in shock.

"As long as Merlin, the flower magician, is there, it will not be hell, but a land full of hope."

Owen sighed softly.He was also shocked by the petals all over the ground.

Who would have thought that behind this majestic-looking gate is such a - um - 'warmth'?

Stepping on the petals, the three of them walked forward slowly.

"This seems like - magic?"

Yes, the moment he knelt down to pick up a petal and touched it, Owen realized that what he was standing on was definitely not a real thing, but something created and transmitted by ancient magic power.

"Waste!" Victor said solemnly, leaning on crutches.

"These should be of greater use." His voice was very soft, like those who have just recovered from a serious illness, but his tone was particularly firm.

He knelt down and reached out to pick up some petals.

The pink flowers are blooming gorgeously in his hands.

But in just a moment, the magical structure contained in the flower was on the verge of collapse due to changes in physical form, and soon disappeared like fireworks in his hands.

"People should also have some rights to enjoy it. I think these flowers are very beautiful. When wizards have spare power, they can be created like this—" Owen waved his wand.

The flowers made of pure ancient magic flowed.

Slowly forming a river in the sky - a sea of ​​flowers.

"Enjoy it?" Victor glanced at Owen through the magic lens in his left eye.

The metal crutches struck heavily on the marble, making a clanging sound.

"The mission of the magician is to explore, to discover ways to make the world better."

"Do you think this world is beautiful?"

His slightly sloping body looks unusually tall, "Don't let your talent down, Owen." He said: "When you have the ability to change the world, you must have greater ambitions."

Victor's voice was very soft, he was not speaking in a lecturing or educating him--a superior tone.

His flat voice seemed to be explaining a trivial matter.Like what to eat tomorrow - so bland.

"Your talent was bought by your mother with her life."

Victor walked past him, "If the world doesn't change a bit after you die, then you should be ashamed!"

He said calmly, with an undetectable sadness in the corner of his eyes.

Surprisingly, Owen didn't refute him, or jokingly shattered the heavy atmosphere.

From the man in front of him, he felt an unprecedented pure temperament, which was different from other wizards he knew, even Dumbledore.

The old principal had no idea of ​​changing the world and benefiting mankind.He just wanted to keep his little piece of land - Hogwarts.

Victor is purer than anyone else, as if he is the embodiment of some kind of ideal.

As for Miss Granger, after she took a deep look at the beautiful sea of ​​flowers, she resolutely turned her gaze to that mysterious man.

There was a twinkle in his eye.

Unconsciously, Miss Granger opened her legs and followed.

Ideal - Owen said in a deep voice, can they really change the world?

Several people continued to walk forward.

The two sides of the corridor are no longer rough stone walls, but covered with a layer of blue gem-like colored carvings.

It could be gold, or brass.Paintings drawn by them draw pictures of history on the colored carvings.

He saw a wizard holding his wand high, and the surrounding mountains were turned upside down.

He saw a brave man holding a sword, facing mountains of monsters alone.

He saw non-human beings offering swords from the bottom of the lake and giving them to men in armor.

His fingers lightly traced over the relief, and the ancient runes remaining on the wall were still burning hot.That shocking and powerful force has not died out for thousands of years.The numerous deliberations clearly indicate that this is the temple of the most powerful wizard, where great miracles that may exist are buried.

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The three of them continued walking forward for more than ten minutes, and finally completed the corridor.

The space in this underground secret room is beyond imagination. Owen guessed that it might take half an hour to walk back and forth inside.

Half an hour in the castle was enough for him to stroll from the astronomy classroom on the eighth floor to Hagrid's hut.

So this area is obviously very abnormal, it should be cast infinite stretch spell.

At the end of the corridor, a huge palace appeared.

Like an auditorium, it is magnificent.

The Gothic buildings on both sides are covered with various sculptures.

Almost all of them are humanoid sculptures, but few of them are known by Owen.It should be some famous ancient wizards.

Looking up - the ceiling reflects the sky outside, exactly like the auditorium.

The only difference is that in the center of the palace stands an oak tree emitting a faint purple-blue light, it is so tall.

As if the dome was supported by it.

Numerous vines hang down from the oak branches, like a forest.

"This place—"

"Ancient magic has a strong reaction to organisms. You can try to manipulate them." Victor stood at the end of the corridor, his eyes could not see joy or sorrow.

Just meditate.

Hearing the sound, Owen stretched out his wand, and the tip of the wand lit up with a faint light.

The majestic ancient magic power then emerged.

And the forest in front of them, as if inspired by some kind, opened a way for them.

In fact, Owen has long discovered the magic of ancient magic.

This is a kind of magic that can truly change the structure of matter, a miraculous magic that can subvert Gamp's basic law of transformation.

——As the first Minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic.

In addition to guiding the British wizarding world to abide by the Federation's instructions, resolutely enforce the law of secrecy, and hide the wizarding world, Ulric Gamp's greatest achievement in the history of magic is summarizing the basic transformation rules of transfiguration.

Five things that cannot be obtained through polymorph.

Food cannot be transformed.

Magic items cannot be transformed.

Cannot give life.

Not valid permanently.

You can't create something out of nothing.

The first and fifth of these are for the same reason. Wizards cannot change the original structure of matter. That is, no matter how much I make a stone look like a roast duck, its essence is still a stone, and it will not change because of its appearance. It can be digested and absorbed by roast duck.

I also can't conjure a roast duck out of thin air. Transfiguration can only 'modify' the original and cannot create nothingness. (ps—Clear water is like a spring, which is a kind of summoning spell.)

The second rule differs from person to person. You cannot transform into magic props. Strictly speaking, you cannot transform into magic props that the caster cannot understand or master. If Sirius completely understands all the parts of the Flying Car, In theory, he can directly use the transformation.

As for giving life and being permanently effective, there is no spell or magic that can give life to the dead or inorganic bodies. The deformed animal is just a puppet, and it will return to the original thing after the magic power dissipates.

This principle was taught by Professor McGonagall when the wizards started their classes.

It's just that some guys don't really listen.

But when he really mastered ancient magic, he immediately realized that this kind of magic was different.

At least, he could really turn the stone into roast chicken and then trick Justin into eating it.

Every night for a week, Justin ate Sanchez brand roast chicken.

Nothing seems to be wrong.

As for giving life, this - it's a bit troublesome, but it doesn't matter - when Justin eats the stone, he can try to see if he can resurrect him.

————A muddy road appeared in front of us.

The vines spread out over the mud one by one, creating a path.

Stepping on the vine, Owen led Hermione over.

Victor looked at the boy from behind and frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

He followed him directly.

In front of the oak tree.

The three of them looked up.

The ground in front of him was formed into a circle by huge smooth boulders, which were engraved with intricate magic symbols.

It was a stone platform.

It was tightly entangled with green plants, and its true appearance could not be seen clearly.

Owen cleared away the blocking vines and discovered that there was an irregular circular groove in the center of the stone platform.

"This -" Looking at the groove, Owen suddenly felt familiar.

Turning his head, he saw that Victor had taken out the Rubik's Cube from his pocket.

Sure enough, they came prepared!

Owen was deep in thought.

I don’t know how far he has studied ancient magic, a revolutionary who left his name in the history of Rune Continent.

Victor held the magic and walked straight towards the stone platform.

Then he reached out and embedded the Rubik's Cube in it.

Then in Hermione's surprised eyes, the Rubik's Cube rotated rapidly, as if there were gears in its center, and countless ancient magics majestically merged into the stone platform.

Then a golden, unknown substance with a sandy texture flowed out from under the stone platform.

Stacked on each other, superimposed on each other, the golden substance soon transformed into a mirror more than ten feet tall.

"Wow even!"

Such is the creative power of ancient magic.

It should be gold wrapped with mithril, Owen guessed looking at the mirror.

Because gold is more malleable than brass, and its magic effect is better.

Although brass is cheaper, the actual difference with gold is not that big.

But Owen believes that Mr. Merlin, the master of magic, will never be short of money and cannot afford gold!

"Oh! Another young face. There is a new 'Guduo' in my garden."

While Owen was deep in thought, a young woman suddenly appeared in the mirror. She turned her head sideways, then her eyes were filled with surprise, and then she squeezed out from the edge of the portrait.

She has flaming red hair, combed into two braids, from the earlobe to the chest, and even the thighs.

The clear and big eyes are full of joy, the nose is high, and there is a kind smile on the corner of the mouth.

Wearing an earthy yellow hat, the brim of the hat is decorated with crimson flowers.

Wearing green and yellow close-fitting clothing, the waist is very thin and full in the medieval style.

Hands folded to the abdomen.

That sun-like temperament can make people feel warm even in a portrait.

"You are so beautiful." Owen smiled and opened his mouth.

Hey - don't take him as a compliment.

In fact, this lady is indeed very beautiful, with a lovely appearance and a figure that is neither thin nor plump, but just right—harmony.

Yes - Harmony.

This word describes this lady very well.

"Thank you!" said the lady enthusiastically.

Then she suddenly looked at Owen as if she had discovered something.

"Are you a little wizard from Hufflepuff House?"

The witch's eyes fell on the college badge in front of Owen's school uniform.

"Yes, you are?"

"Bridged. Bridged Weasley. He used to be the professor of Herbology at Hogwarts and the dean of Hufflepuff." Bridged said gently, like a spring breeze Gentle as skin.

"Bridged?"

"Weasley?"

Owen and Miss Granger were puzzled at the same time.

"and many more!"

"Are you Dean Bridged?" Owen remembered that there was Ms. Bridged in the portraits of the past deans in the Hufflepuff common room.

But that portrait is clearly of her in old age.

That's why Owen didn't recognize it immediately.

"Surprised?" Dean Bridged covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyes stayed on Owen. Suddenly, another lady appeared on her portrait.

That's—a portrait of the aged Headmaster Bridgend in the Hufflepuff common room, "I've been watching you for a long time, Owen."

"Same as the other Heads (Hufflepuffs). I also think the Sorting Hat got it wrong this time."

"Are you the heir to the ancient magic of the previous generation?" Owen changed the subject with some embarrassment.

Good guy, it turns out that the owner of the underground chamber is hanging in his lounge.

Then his funny experiences must have been seen by everyone, which is really shameful.

"It's the heir of the previous generation." Dean Bridged explained, "She doesn't want to leave the test, so she can only work hard for me, an old man who is already five hundred years old, to continue guarding here."

"Leave the test?"

"You should know about the Outer Gods!" Dean Brigid's voice changed, and the smile on his face faded.

"In addition to the watchtowers left by ancient wizards, successive generations of heirs also left their legacies." She said seriously: "In order to allow those who come after us to quickly master the power of ancient magic, the great magician, Merlin, set up a Gwartz left this secret room behind. After that, successive generations of successors continued to consolidate it, and it eventually evolved into what you see now."

"What exactly is the experience? What can I gain?"

Let's be realistic, Owen said with fiery eyes.

With his strength, wouldn't it be enough to pass this test?

This is the free equipment.

Dean Bridged saw the fire in Owen's eyes, and immediately sighed. This child really doesn't look like they belonged to their academy. "The test for heirs is divided into three stages. I will test the first two stages, and the last stage will It was left by the magic mentor Merlin himself. You don't need to go through three levels in a row. In fact, you don't even need to go through the level, if you are confident enough in your magic.

You can also choose to only pass one level and get part of the heir's treasure.

If you pass two levels.Then as the new heir, you are qualified to test the successors. "

"Merlin is also the heir of ancient magic?" Owen asked.

"Yes, he is also the heir, and he is the most powerful one. In the past 500 years, no subsequent heir has successfully solved the problem left by him."

"Is it hard?" Owen said.

"No—it has nothing to do with magic." To become the controller of the level, Dean Bridged obviously passed two levels. Owen didn't believe that she would hold back her curiosity and not go on. "That's why it's extremely difficult."

"Nothing about magic?"

"When you get to the door, you'll know what's behind it. Why don't you try it?"

"Wait, Dean, what you said just now is the test for heirs, so can other wizards also accept the test?" Owen asked suddenly.

"Of course——Hogwarts has teachings without discrimination. It's just that the heirs of the previous generation were unwilling to leave a portrait of themselves and did not replenish the magic power of the secret room below. This has led to no one entering here for nearly a hundred years. In the past, many young wizards Came here by accident.

As long as you can find the corresponding key! "