I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 449 Death, Precia

"Can wizards also have faith?"

In the ears, there are bursts of singing like sacred music, and people can't help but have such doubts.

A group of people walked into the town.

This is a medieval style town. Glowing willow trees everywhere light up the road.

The ancient cobblestone streets shone with a faint sheen, and the stone madmen were inlaid with colorful glass. Blue-white light sprinkled on the glass, forming mottled light and shadow.

But no one passed by.

It was quiet except for the singing coming from the center of the town. There was no breath of life.

Maybe it was some kind of celebration or banquet that brought the residents of the town together.

This is what everyone guessed.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can wizards have faith?" Winston objected. Wizards themselves possess the power of strange powers and chaos, so the magical world is far more secular than the Muggle world.

But it’s not right to say that you really have no faith at all.

Many wizards believe in Merlin.

But this belief is more of a respect for the legend. After all, Merlin will not ask them for a share of the incense money.

"There are still some." Miss Zhang said, "If you talk about faith, you have to talk about gods."

She solemnly said, "Following the ancient sages is also a kind of faith."

"Yes." Mr. Basil nodded. Belief in Merlin is very common in the Federation. It is also an act of following the ancient sages.

But - it wasn't just him, so everyone noticed that the rooms on both sides and the doors of every house were graffitied with some kind of penetrating paintings.

It looked exactly like the abstract paintings they had seen painted on rocks in the fields.

Dark night - blue light - evil ghost that penetrates people.

A wind of fear could not help but blow, making everyone present tighten their hearts.

There is no need to talk about the issue of faith, because this town has an evil atmosphere from beginning to end, which cannot be speculated by ordinary people.

The town is not large.

Several people walked along the main line, walked through a central garden square, turned around a block, and came to a building full of Gothic style.

It looked like a Muggle church.

At this moment, the wizards were startled. They saw a group of people wearing black robes, all wrapped up, carrying something out of the back door of the town.

The other party obviously also discovered them.

The leading man in black robe glanced at them, his gaze stayed for about three or four seconds, and then he moved away.

Afterwards, the people in black robes continued their work as if it was nothing, carried something and left quickly, disappearing into the silent night after a while.

The wizards were alert, but no one stepped forward rashly.

This town is not normal, and with everything unknown so far, it would be unwise to come into conflict with the town's residents. Caution - this is an excellent quality that these old men of the Federation possess compared to the younger wizards.

After all, today is different from the past. In this increasingly weird world, it is difficult for you to have any experience to speak of. In just a few years, there are more new enemies and more types than many people will see in a lifetime.

So it is not their prudence—but their imprudence, that has been covered with the quilt of the merciful earth.

Withdrawing their gaze, the four of them remained silent.

Then they each held their wands tightly, slowly walked up the stairs, and opened the door of the church-like building.

You can see the whole church at a glance.

The walls were covered in tar from burning oil lamps, making them disgustingly black, and the stained glass was blurry. There were even broken ones that were sealed with wooden boards. Several wooden boards were pieced together, revealing a long irregular crack. You can see the weird night outside.

At this time, about a hundred people, men and women in different clothes, were sitting on rows of benches in the room.

Their eyes were dull, and they looked at the seat of the guest of honor.

There - a middle-aged man in a suit and tie was holding a thick yellowed booklet and leading the believers in singing hymns loudly.

The language coming out of his mouth did not belong to any language known to the four people present.

It seems to be a very ancient human language, even more than thousands of years old.

In the room, the singing continued.

Neither the believers nor the bishop cared about the four people who suddenly barged in. They preferred to sing songs rather than asking about their origins.

It continued for a while before the singing slowly stopped.

The man who looked like a bishop waved his hand to everyone to wait a moment.

Then with a calm expression, he crossed his hands and began to pray.

The believers all made the same gestures, again in incomprehensible language.

Longer than the song lasts.

"It's so nagging." Miss Zhang muttered. She hated this kind of unknown thing the most, and the completely incomprehensible voice in her ears was very hypnotic.

According to the correct time, it should be late at night, which is the time to go to bed.

Her thoughts gradually relaxed, and as she was thinking, a silver-haired figure floated gently from the window.

Through the irregular joints of the wooden boards and the exposed slits, Zhang Xiaolin could see clearly.

Her eyes immediately moved to the next window, which was stained glass.

It's gray and not as gorgeous as it was at the beginning.

I waited, but after a long time, no one passed by the window.

There is not even a change in light and shadow.

She frowned.

But it was not announced.

After a few more minutes, the prayer ended.

The residents of the town stood up and dispersed in twos and threes.

Finally - the Bishop's attention fell on them.

"Welcome." He spoke fluent English, even with a British accent, "Welcome to the undead, um - it's been a long time - valuable souls have come here."

"Undead?" Sirius frowned, "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Bishop, a very kind-looking man, wearing a linen robe, said kindly, "Time will explain everything."

"What is this place?" Sirius asked again.

"Everything in the world has a name, but its real name may only be known by the wind, and I - we call this land Precia." The man said gently, "A long time ago, the world was in perfect balance. The world is a huge tree of life. Every branch, every leaf, and every flower is carefully arranged so that the sun shines and the rain and dew reach. People, animals, and spirits are all peaceful and peaceful.

Suddenly one day, an inexplicable external force interferes with the balance of the world, and the spiritual world begins to experience ripples, followed by cruelty and killing. Precia means the harbor of souls. This is the temporary residence of all the dead. When they let go of their obsessions and cleanse themselves of cruelty, they can welcome the next greater adventure. "

Miss Zhang frowned, feeling confused. The man's words sounded like fog to her ears, and she was completely confused.