I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 530: Strange Fusion

The history depicted in the bas-relief is magnificent.

If you want to study it carefully, it will probably take countless days and nights.

Looking at the overall situation, the reliefs record "historical events" in great detail, but they do not leave a single word about those important magical technologies that could change the world. It seems that the people who "edited history" did not want future generations to repeat the same mistakes.

Looking at everything in front of them, Owen and his grandfather almost forgot that they were in a dangerous polar ruins city, as if they had personally witnessed the birth and fall of a brilliant civilization.

The last relief depicts the Tower of Divine Providence on the coast of Italy, which dates back five or six thousand years and is the last glory of this civilization.

Since then, no new divine towers have been built.

That era belonging to the gods was eventually submerged in the ruthless river of history.

An era has come to an end, leaving only this lost city in the far north to record its former splendor and glory.

Before I knew it, the stairs under my feet reached the end.

When I was just copying the mural, more than two hours had already passed.

Owen didn't know what kind of emotion he had as he read these bas-reliefs, but Grindelwald noticed the disgust and contempt in the boy's eyes.

That expression seemed to come from the boy himself, but a conditioned reflex of his body and soul.

He remained silent and did not say anything.

Instead, he shifted his gaze to the road ahead.

Whatever lost truth the tower revealed to them, that was not their original purpose.

Their purpose of entering this tower is to step into the 'abyss' to find out the truth and search for clues to the divine tower.

Didn't stop.

The two of them continued on their way.

This is a corridor.

Similar to any corridor in Hogwarts.

After walking a few dozen feet, an ancient stone door with carved beams and painted buildings appeared at the end of the corridor.

The pale fluorescent light shone on the stone gate, as if wiping off a layer of ashes from history. Like the bas-relief, the stone gate also depicted an ancient secret from the ancient times.

But at this time, Owen no longer had the heart to explore the truth described by these murals.

Because in his sight, in those emerald green eyes, there was a strange light ahead.

Light seeped out from the cracks of the stone door little by little like water. It was extremely magical.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked the stone door.

As if he was sensing something, he unconsciously released a ray of ancient magic. "Click" as if a switch was activated, a gust of cold wind blew out from the crack of the door, bringing with it a hint of dampness and coldness. The stone door in front of him opened.

"The ultimate protection."

Grindelwald casts the spell.

The seemingly thin pure white mist condensed into an oval shield in front of them.

Owen controlled the fluorescent light to fly in.

It suddenly illuminated the abyss vestibule that had not been opened for thousands of years.

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"Are there so many people?"

Owen took a glance and said this sentence unconsciously.

People - lots of people.

Behind the stone gate is a huge open space.

This is the inner wall of a perfect hemisphere. Although it is located at the top of a tall tower, it is one hundred feet in diameter and fifty feet high.

There are many low caves or pipes around the circle, showing a regular symmetry.

Of course, compared to this spectacular and exquisite space, the numerous people standing, sitting or lying on the ground are the focus of their attention.

It was like the terracotta figurines that an ancient king in the Far East buried with himself, and Owen felt that this place was very similar to those.

Of course, it is different from the terracotta figurines. The terracotta figurines are lifelike, just like living people. But these people here are just their remains.

"Be careful." Grindelwald frowned slightly, then quickly cast several spells.

They are all detection spells.

Rays of light flashed across the remains, but nothing was detected.

There were no traps, no traces of magic, and the surroundings were extremely 'quiet'.

After several fruitless explorations, the two finally stepped into the tower tomb.

In Owen's eyes, the light of ancient magic was very clear, hovering around in a cloud-like manner.

Stepping on the traditional carvings of the last days of the gods that decorated the ground, Owen and Grindelwald "squeezed past" the remains in front of them.

The further you move forward, the fewer remains you'll find.

On the contrary, their body movements become more exaggerated and weird.

Owen felt a strong sense of familiarity from the skeleton that was baring its fangs and claws and seemed to be wailing in despair.

Before he could think about what kind of torture these poor creatures suffered before they died, his sight suddenly became clear.

A pool of water of medium size appeared in front of us.

The water in the pool is only a few inches deep and crystal clear. If it weren't for the fact that its color is not transparent but a light silver, ordinary people would not even notice the existence of the pool.

But Irving is not an ordinary person.

In his eyes, the pool water was glowing dimly, and a rich aura of ancient magic filled the surroundings. After taking a deep breath, he even felt a sense of fullness as if he had eaten too much.

"This is - liquid ancient magic." Owen said.

Same as Elementium Crystal.

They are all products of highly concentrated ancient magic power.

When he wanted to figure out the source of these ancient magic powers, suddenly a drop of water fell into the pool.

Countless ripples spread out.

Owen looked up immediately.

In the dome, he finally saw the root of it all.

It was a sculpture, about the same size as a human, carved from an unknown black stone. Its surface was covered with twisted lines, as if tentacles from the abyss were struggling and spreading.

Countless iron chains extending from the dome pass through the body and limbs of the sculpture, hanging it up firmly.

With just one glance, countless twisted, strange and irrational thoughts emerged in his mind.

There were waves of eerie flute sounds with a wide range coming to his ears, and Owen immediately covered his ears and closed his eyes.

But it didn't work.

Neither the tormenting and maddening thoughts nor the devil's flute stopped because of these.

At the critical moment.

Suddenly he felt a drop of cold air on his forehead.

Subconsciously, he opened his eyes.

Then his sight was completely occupied by a pair of emerald green eyes.

Owen stayed where he was mechanically.

In front of him, the sculpture had now suddenly appeared a few inches above him, its face almost touching him.

"you--"

Owen's voice was trembling, and his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by something, so he could only make a weak call. The scene before him was unbelievable to him, and shock, fear and confusion were intertwined in his heart.

<divclass="contentadv">It is difficult to comprehend what I am seeing at this moment.

From his perspective, the black rock on the sculpture was peeling off bit by bit, and then a woman who looked exactly like him emerged from the sculpture.

Her long hair was loose, and her eyes were deep and hollow, as if they could swallow everything. Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent, but beneath the skin, one could see strange blood flowing in the silver veins.

The chains were like poisonous snakes, tightly wrapped around the woman's body, piercing her skin and leaving shocking wounds. Silver blood continued to seep out of the wounds, dripping along the chains and eventually blending into the pool, causing ripples.

Owen finally understood that the ancient magic in this pool was not ordinary water, but the blood of the sculpture - the woman in front of him.

Owen's heart was beating wildly, staring at that face.

He knew exactly who this was.

Outer God Ionia!

Originally, Owen almost thought that this was an abandoned tower, but now, he was told that this was still a divinely ordained tower. And it also sealed a complete essence of the Outer God as God.

In the outer god's empty pupils, Owen's struggling face swayed like a floating shadow.

He had no time to resist.

Because everything happened too fast.

When he let his guard down for a moment, the crazy thoughts completely took over his brain, making it difficult for him to concentrate on casting the spell.

He didn't know how his grandfather was doing.

But after so much time had passed and there was still no spell to interrupt the Outer God, it was clear that his condition would never be good.

At this moment that could be a matter of life and death, he could only try his best to continuously construct the brain occlusion technique in his mind, trying to seal off his consciousness to resist the terrifying power from the abyss.

But the process was extremely difficult. Every attempt was like being hit on the head by an invisible hammer, causing him so much pain that it almost tore his soul apart.

The storm of thoughts roared and twisted into a noise that made him feel cold from the depths of his soul.

This terrifying sound definitely did not come from any creature born on Earth, not even a god, and its evil and weirdness could not be compared.

In pain, Owen suddenly realized that his previous guess - that there had never been an Outer God Ionia - was correct.

Because this sound is likely to come from outside the space-time continuum, from the Supreme Will of a more distant galaxy.

It was this power that twisted Ionia's soul, and now it was trying to twist his soul.

When Owen finally understood all this, the noise in his ears suddenly became silent, as if swallowed by an invisible force. The twisted words in his mind began to become rhythmic and melodious, like an ancient hymn, praising the vastness and mystery of the great galaxy.

Owen couldn't understand why he could understand these blasphemous and weird words. But if he could understand the words of a madman, then there was only one possibility - he was also crazy.

But is he crazy?

I have no idea I have no idea.

The air around him seemed to become thick, pressing on his chest and making it difficult for him to breathe.

His unfocused eyes stared at the Outer God.

Its unfocused eyes stared ahead, where the Outer God Ionia stood quietly. Its pupils were filled with chaos, and the paths of the stars were twisted into strange patterns, as if telling some secret that could not be described in words.

It was clear from Zhi's pupils that there was only chaos, and the paths of the stars were twisted into strange patterns, as if telling some unspeakable secret.

Then, the Outer God's mouth moved.

The Outer God's mouth moved. Although no sound came out, Owen could clearly hear the bizarre whispers it was muttering. Those whispers were full of weirdness and horror. Apart from those meaningless onomatopeia, only one sentence echoed in his mind: "My Supreme Lord, today, I finally return to your side."

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It is not easy to find out the truth.

It is much easier to conceal than to discover.

After Owen set foot on the restricted area of ​​snow, Dumbledore dispatched a scientific expedition team from the Federation, and members of the United Wizarding Expedition Committee, where Professor Lupin served, arrived soon after.

With the help of Lu Shi, a team of about six or seven wizards descended on the ruins of the city in the far north, and were shocked speechless by the historical truth from tens of thousands of years ago.

The ancient truth reached Dumbledore's ears almost instantly.

The principal himself immediately set off for Canada.

Then, they brought back the unconscious Owen and Grindelwald from the top floor of an abandoned tower.

No one knows what the two of them faced.

Because when the people behind arrived at the tower, there was nothing inside. The corpses, pools, and statues had all disappeared.

Even the bas-reliefs seemed to have suddenly weathered for ten thousand years, and the originally clear patterns became blurred. It might take the wizards of the Federation several years to completely restore them.

This is a tough job.

But compared to the history revealed by the relief, this work is indeed urgent.

A large number of people will be involved soon.

Perhaps this way the repair work can be completed faster.

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In a flash, a month passed.

Summer vacation is coming to Hogwarts.

The summer wind blew away the coldness of the Far North.

These days, Koyatel has completed his exams.

Regardless of her grades, she could go to the Muggle government and serve as a wizard advisor.

She left Hogwarts in mid-June.

The young wizards of Hufflepuff, as well as Ron and Harry said goodbye to him.

Then came the exams for little wizards from other school years.

Because someone didn't participate this time, I believe Miss Granger will easily get first place in her grade.

As for the Quidditch matches - although Gryffindor lost one.

But they regained their advantage in the latter stages of the game.

Ron, Ginny and Harry became the backbone of the team.

As expected, this year's Quidditch Cup was won by Gryffindor again.

However, happiness did not last long in the castle.

A depressing, antiseptic cloud gathered in the castle, like the cloud before a storm.

This was mainly due to the tension that Dumbledore and several professors felt after learning the truth about the history of the Far North.

Of course, it was more likely caused by the person lying in the school infirmary.

Grindelwald woke up early.

He woke up the day after returning to Hogwarts.

He wakes up.

But it brought terrible news to the principal.

News about the Outer Gods.

All along, whether it was Grindelwald or Dumbledore, or other people in the wizarding world who knew the "truth", everyone just regarded "God" as a more powerful wizard.

Just like they are called legendary wizards.

Compared to ordinary wizards, it seems that it is not a big deal even if they claim to be gods.

Of course, in the fight with gods over the years, their expectations of the gods have become higher and higher.

But this has never escaped the category of "human".

But now - what Grindelwald wanted to tell them was that in front of the real God, even if only part of God's essence was God, mortals were simply powerless to resist.