I, Hogwarts Second Time Around

Chapter 196 The Legacy of the Gods

"Magic~" Teacher Chiron looked up at the splendid Hogwarts Castle sadly.

The warm summer breeze blows from the mountains to the corridor.

A feeling of heat hits my face.

But the worry on his face was like the solid ice under the snow mountain, which never melted in the slightest.

"The original magic was developed by wizards who observed the stars and observed magical creatures through continuous research and study. It is full of uncontrollability and is a strange force that may bring disaster at any time."

"Compared to today's magic system, ancient magic is more cruel, whether it is for the caster or the victim. I hope you can carefully consider that it is not the right thing to study the original magic of the past."

Owen listened to Mr. Chiron's earnest instruction.

However, if it were someone else here, that person might be convinced by this ancient sage.

But who let Irving here.

Who let Irving be selected?
For magic, without the pressure of a week, he now has a fiery enthusiasm.

In fact, he didn't stop experimenting with magic even in the first week, it's just not stable.

No way, I believe that no matter who comes to the world of Harry Potter, all his magic will be resounding.

Not to mention the general defense against the dark arts, even if it is the three unforgivable curses, even if the spell of the Horcrux is placed in front of them, for Muggles who have never mastered magic, now they suddenly have magical power, they absolutely cannot Resist not to delve into it.

Moreover, Irving also has a godsend talent.

Regarding magic, no matter how outsiders describe its dangers, for Owen, he has to study and study it to know whether it is dangerous or not.

How do I know if it's dangerous or not?
——Listen to Teacher Chiron’s words.

A certain little black man didn't take it seriously.

He still put on a straight face and said in a lazy tone: "So? I think Italian ramen has to be accompanied by No. 42 cement. The hatred of realism in the nineteenth century is like a card looking at one's own face in the mirror. Libande raged; the hatred of Romanticism in the nineteenth century was like the rage of Caliban, who could not see his face in the mirror. The soothing soup had to be taken with a stimulant.

The compound decoction had to be taken together with the leg hair of this acromantula. "

"Huh?" Teacher Chiron looked blank.

What is this kid talking nonsense about?

"You don't care about my balance at all. You will only stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at a child's curiosity."

"I don't know what's wrong with this society. Why can't even a child's curiosity be tolerated?"

"Sure enough, this world needs to be cleaned up, destroy it! Hurry up, I'm tired!"

He said leisurely.

Then when Teacher Chiron wasn't paying attention, he glanced at him secretly and found that the teacher's face showed that he still didn't intend to pay.

Immediately, he suddenly opened his arms.

The pupils went up, as if possessed by a demon.

Straighten your neck.

His whole body trembled slightly.

Then, he said in a flat to numb tone: "Ah~ destroy the world, may chaos fill the world.

Ah~~ Praise be to my lord, the god of corruption and souls.Master of the Misty Illusion. "

"Ah~~The original world has returned to the embrace of my God!!!"

"Fool of the mortal world!!!"

"The road ahead is barren, what you think is wrong, what you do is ignorance, and your existence is a gift from God.

O lamb who has returned from the lost way~~~ Confess all your sins to my God with gratitude!Embrace corruption and allow soul and body to become part of something greater. "

"In eternal sleep, the merciful Lord will redeem you - all your souls."

Owen is still in a strange posture, with his hands open as if praising the sun.

Although it is nonsense, the meaning expressed is very clear.

Simply put in one sentence!

No money!
I voted immediately!
Chiron has never encountered such a shameless, bold and death-defying guy, even if he has seen countless people.

He can be called an unprecedented sentence.

"This mother." Really unable to communicate with Owen, the basilisk, Teacher Chiron decided to find a new way.

As a mother who loves her children deeply, a mother who can trigger the magic of love.

He couldn't believe that Gabriel would sit back and watch his own child commit suicide!

And then - when he spoke.

One ruthless word completely destroyed something he had been holding on to for many years.

Lord Sage feels dirty.

It's mental filth.

"You should have paid, sir."

Is this mother?
Chiron roared inwardly.

This is my mother.

Owen answered for him.

The most famous centaur in Greece should be squeezed clean.

He will definitely have a lot of good stuff!
"Okay!" Teacher Chiron said almost through gritted teeth.

"If you want!" he said.

After that, he suddenly stretched out his hand and covered Owen's fluffy head.

Then a strange magic power spread from his palm.

—God-given wisdom.

the other side.

In the temple of the centaurs.

On the surrounding walls.

Countless prophecy murals are lifelike, as if they are alive.

Then the words and the murals all seemed like silvery white light, dancing into the sarcophagus in the center.

"what happened?"

Hagrid, who stood firm on the side, quickly turned his head and asked the centaur elder.

"The ancestors used his power."

The centaurs elders were also very surprised.

The temple is the destination of the centaur's soul.

This is their spiritual sanctuary.

For a long time, countless souls have used this place as a platform to move towards a new beginning.

It brings together the purest power of the horse people.It is the power of the soul of the horseman.

For a long time, this kind of power has supported the traces left by the ancestors in this world, and ensured that the heroic spirit, which is like a missing body, will not dissipate.

It is also a gem for gifting new talented centaurs.

Centaurs blessed by their ancestors can see the omens of the stars more clearly.

But now, the ancestors have given this power to a human being.

But—that child saved the centaur tribe after all, if the centaur were to perish today, so what if they had power?

Perhaps this is how the ancestors considered it.

"The centaur's blessing!" he said dully.

"The centaur's blessing?" Hagrid nodded ignorantly, he couldn't understand those, but he knew that this was a good thing for Owen.

Good thing!

Naturally, he will not forcefully stop it.

"He'll be fine." Luna's ethereal voice seemed to be comforting Hagrid, but in fact it was more comforting herself.

She stared firmly at the sarcophagus.

Nor is it magic.

Nor is it divination.

Not even a sixth sense.

She just knew that Owen would come out of there.

Most definitely!
for sure!
This firm mental power seems to have affected the centaurs elders.

The old man stared at the girl with surprised eyes.

In her body, I smelled a different smell from the human wizards in the past.

A profound, historical flavor.

He is very sensitive to these.

The elder was confident that he would not be mistaken.

Then he gave a look full of meaning.

This girl's future achievements will be immeasurable.

Waves of soul stirring came from the splendid temple.

In addition to attracting many horse people in the city to stop and watch devoutly, it naturally also attracted other things.

Some primal, dark, evil creatures.

In the forest, those dead people who had just been stunned by the escape of their prey suddenly raised their heads one by one.

It was snowing wildly.

Their cloudy eyes seem to be able to see through the heavy snow, looking towards the centaur tribe in the distance.

Then an appealing force spread around them, and suddenly a figure appeared around them.

That's a humanoid.

Wearing a long robe, his face was frighteningly white.

Between the slight movement of his lips, his unusually sharp teeth will be exposed.

If Owen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this guy was the dead-birther of the vampire blood ancestor who had fought against him several times.

"Roar!!!"

A roar that seemed to come from a foreign world came from his mouth.

Then the eyes of all the monkeys and the dead with various animal heads suddenly lit up.

Like a triggered machine.

Then they all turned around and headed toward the other side of the forest.

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Owen felt as if he was in a hot spring.

Gentle water adheres to the skin.

Take away all the tiredness in his body.

He felt that his body seemed to be a little lighter, as if he had let go of a long-standing burden.

This is the spiritual world, and Teacher Chiron connected to his consciousness.

In the haze, he seemed to see a huge shadow, upside down above the world.

It is a very primitive and close to the rules of the creature, he can feel it.

Just like flowers have their blooming and dying periods, water has an endless flow.

It was a natural and reasonable feeling, like it should be.

This is far from what Irving expected.

In his subconscious mind, he always felt that what he had to deal with might be a terrible, nameless, evil outer god who had been trying to invade the main world, an evil god.

When that figure really appeared in front of him, Owen realized that your stereotype was a bit serious.

"It's not the same as I imagined." Owen raised his head blankly, his eyes flashing with various visions quickly.

"What do you think he will look like?" Teacher Chiron said angrily.

"I just thought he had horns on his head and a tail behind him!"

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"Now you have horns on your head and a tail behind you."

"???"

Reminded by Mr. Chiron, Owen raised his arm blankly, and when he touched his forehead, he felt something hard.

He hurriedly lowered his head, only to see huge pearl-like white scales growing out of his lower abdomen and thighs, and a short, fluffy tail behind him.

"Yeah! I turned into a monster?"

"It's the Hundred Signs of the Furnace." Teacher Chiron's troubled face finally showed a smile again.

Looking at Owen's bewildered and panicked face, he felt relieved and happy from the bottom of his heart.

Happiness is on the rise.

"It is said that the initial wizards looked closer to magical creatures, or they were the first humans to combine with magical creatures such as Veela to give birth to human individuals with magical powers. This is the origin of wizards.

Of course, some wizards believe that the magical power of wizards comes from the beginning of the origin of life, mixed with other magical creatures in the melting pot of life.rather than a simple combination.

Regardless of the point of view, ancient wizards believed that their blood contained the magic of the original magical creatures, and regarded such atavistic individuals as sacred.

But after the development of civilization, it was regarded as a disease and a symbol of deformity. "

"You have inherited your mother's bloodline and you have naturally inherited her magical creature bloodline. It is a normal manifestation to have the furnace signs." Teacher Chiron explained calmly, and he was surprised by the various signs that Owen suddenly grew. , there was no trace of surprise at all, as if this was a very common thing. Referring to the era in which he lived, which was called the 'gods' by Muggles, a hundred faces like this should be a very common thing.

But after all, the times are different, and now no one regards Baixiang as sacred, "Don't worry, this is just a temporary regression phenomenon in the soul, your body and blood are still silent."

"Furnace Hundred Phases?" There is a new term.

Owen said it a few times, then reached out and touched the bud corner of his forehead.

Suddenly, he thought of Voldemort's little brat, who unexpectedly merged his body with some kind of snake.

Judging from the appearance, he can be considered to have grown a hundred looks?

Or does Salazar Slytherin’s bloodline contain the bloodline of some ancient magical creature?
Hmm - it's a new research direction.

On the side, his mother was also curiously looking at the new Owen.

A pair of eyes showed the look of a scientific researcher when seeing a novel sample.

She lovingly touched the scales on the child's belly.

It's not ugly, or in other words, it's not weird or disgusting, it's like a perfect fitting of a nut and a nut, and the external appearance of the expression form is very harmonious, completely devoid of the usual abrupt and diseased feeling.

After all, this is not a disease in the first place, it is blood left in the body of life in the form of information. Now it is expressed just like a bud blooming and a flower bearing fruit.

Gabriel's fingertips touched the scales.

Looking at it curiously.

It looked like the dragon scales of a giant dragon, emitting pearl-like light, quite high intensity, and containing magic power. It is conceivable that such dragon scales are enough to withstand ordinary non-black magic defense spells.

"Okay, at the end of the day, it's time for us to talk about your fateful enemy." Teacher Chiron's figure faded away again, as if a cloud of smoke would drift away at any time.

"Hmm, what's his name?" Owen looked up and asked.

"You can call him"

"Um--"

"Huh?" Owen looked at him doubtfully.

"Um--"

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"Okay!" Owen spread his hands and said helplessly, "You can't even remember your name! Teacher."

"He cast a spell on his name, and no one who knows his identity can pronounce his name, but you can call him another name, demigod Haierbo."

"Ah! I'm so surprised!" Owen shook his head, then stared lazily at the ceiling.

"Hehe." Chiron smiled slightly, and immediately reached out to touch Owen's hair, and then deliberately messed up his hair, saying: "I know you have heard of this name, I saw it from your memory. The junior named Tom Riddle, he made Horcruxes, if you know Horcruxes, you will have heard of this name."

"But—the Horcrux is actually the trap he left behind."

"Trap?" Everyone knew that the Horcruxes were traps, and Dumbledore also knew that there was definitely some deeper dark secret hidden behind the Horcruxes.

But for the first time someone has revealed the secret.

"Splitting your soul is committing suicide. The moment you uttered that evil spell, in the illusion, he noticed you. It was like selling your soul to the devil. When you die, your The soul will remain in the trance forever."

"And your body will actually become the shell of his projection, just like that former Haier Bo, who made a Horcrux stupidly, and then——didn't you find out? Did this person disappear from the history of magic? "

"Any intelligent creature will feel bored and boring. Even the guy who claims to be an Outer God. Therefore, almost every once in a while, he will board with different wizards who use Horcruxes and reappear in this world."

"So we just have to wait until the next time he plays in the world to catch him and chop him into eight pieces?" Owen joked and showed off his superb skills with a knife.

"That's useless. What you killed was just a trace of his consciousness projected in the world and an innocuous body. Originally, your current body was the next body he chose. However, there is a strange, unknown Where did the soul come from to attack him, which made two different souls appear in one body, and finally you were born in an accident."

"So it's like this!" Owen showed a so-so expression. "Then I really have shed blood and fought my life for this world. Is there any reward?"

"Yes~" Chiron continued to touch Owen's head.

I don't know why, but his hair is very smooth, light and fluffy like the seaweed at the bottom of the lake, and it feels very comfortable to the touch.

"Stop messing around, my hairstyle, this is my real body!" He sat up, then threw Chiron's palm aside with a murmur.

"Remember what I said, claiming to be an Outer God, he was expelled from this world by the 'Gods', and then the 'Gods' built several tall towers that can observe the North Exile world, and the observation time can completely kill him .Unfortunately, when the external enemy was defeated, the internal unity disappeared in an instant. Those towers were abandoned or occupied by others."

Teacher Chiron continued with a sad face: "The tower that was once built with the most advanced wisdom of ancient wizards has now become an evil altar for the outer gods to spy on."

"What you have to do is to destroy these altars. Maybe you can keep the tower, but first you have to drive away the gaze of the alien gods." The centaur stared at Owen cautiously, "And in the process, you will gain knowledge from ancient times. The legacy of the best group of wizards, heroes whom Muggles call 'gods'."

"That is the ultimate magic from the age of mythology, the most proud masterpiece of the 'gods'."

(End of this chapter)