Ning An shuddered, and the wind blew in his face, and the wind carried a smell that did not belong to the world of common sense.

The weeds grew knee-high and wrapped around his trouser legs, and there was no living creature in sight except for the ash trees as far as the eye could see, and there were no borders in sight, and the barren meadows spread luxuriantly into the distance, an interesting contradiction between withering and vitality unfolding here.

Without much effort, Ning An and Mi Mi Mill came to the bottom of the tree, a small dirt slope that was slightly raised, where they gained a higher view, and Ning An tried to look with his feet up, but he still couldn't see the end, and he couldn't see anything new.

"Even if you become a raven, you can't fly to your head, this place is not in that world." Mi Mill explained, and seemed to see what Ning An'an was thinking.

Not in the world. Ning An thought silently, he was not ignorant of this, in the past, he had also been to such a place, in the mysterious affairs department of the Ministry of Magic in the underground of London, the other side of the curtain had really lifted the "curtain" for him.

"Is this the tree?" Ning An looked at the tall ash tree in front of him, it had a flawless sense of symmetry, it was the most beautiful tree Ning An had ever seen, he caressed the bark, the wind blew again, he seemed to already know what he was going to do.

"Yes, this is it." Mimir replied with a smile.

"I have some vague clues, but aren't you going to explain all this to me, explain? Where did Odin go? If gods really exist, what about other gods? What is the relationship between wizards and gods, is the so-called god just a relatively powerful wizard? ”

Ning An looked at Mi Mi Mill seriously, if one of these questions could be answered, it would be a great help.

But Mimir just laughed, "None of this can be called a problem, my lord. I have already said that Odin is right in front of you, you are Odin, and as for the gods, I think there may never have been gods in this world, and what are gods, have you ever thought about it? The power of wizards can be regarded as divine power in the eyes of ordinary people. ”

He changed his words, and the glasses that looked at Ning An became extremely clear and sincere, "Besides, I don't understand much, all this may have to wait for you to practice and explore by yourself, I think when you do it, everything should also be clear and clear." ”

Mi said that at some point there was an extra ball of string in his hand, the dark brown looked as dirty as his uniform, and Ning An thought of the legend of the upside-down hanging.

"What if I refuse?" He asked.

"Then why are you here?" Mimir laughed again, as if he wasn't worried that Ning An would turn around and leave. He looked down and sorted the ropes, he was tall enough to reach the treetops, and his large, rough-looking hands were tied into intricate and elegant knots.

"Please take off your clothes." The old man said without looking back.

Ning An silently unbuttoned his robe on his chest, and took off his clothes and shirts and pants inside, he strangely did not have the slightest sense of shame or discomfort of revealing his naked body, as if he was in an extremely sacred ritual, and even Mimere's action of tying the rope seemed to be in line with some mysterious rhythm played in the void.

The wind howled again, blowing the weeds and dancing freely, these withered yellow weeds more than one person tall were like warriors of primitive tribes, dancing unknown war dances, echoing the most natural music from heaven and earth.

By the time Ning An came to his senses, he had already been tied, and the rope went around under his arms and between his legs, through his wrists and ankles, and through his chest, tying him to a tree, tied upside down.

He hung upside down like this, the rope was not very tight, but it was very strong, the rope and the knot carried his weight together with the thick branches, the tree was bare and leafless, his head was about five feet above the ground at the moment, and then the next moment, he saw a pair of feet, Mimir let go of the hand holding him, the rope tightened at that moment, Ning An was in pain, but he didn't scream.

The last picture in the line of sight is Mimeer's feet getting farther and farther away, then the legs, the back, the back of the head, and the whole person in the barren grass, with his back to him, and gradually moving away backwards, becoming a small dot, until he can no longer be seen, now, there is only Ning An here, he is hanging upside down, hanging upside down in an unknown wasteland.

This is a perspective that Ning An has never had before, even when he enters and exits the world behind the curtain, even if he comes to a completely different world, he has never observed the world from such an upside-down perspective, the blood in his whole body seems to begin to flow backwards back to his brain, his eyes slowly bulge outward, and the congestion in his brain is becoming serious, but Ning An doesn't care about this, even if he can use at least fifty kinds of magic to free himself from the upside-down hanging state.

But he didn't do that, he patiently observed the world upside down, as if he was attracted and indulged in it, even the aching arms and legs that were tightened by the knots stopped screaming, the pain and physical discomfort gradually moved away from him, and the colors began to move rapidly in front of his eyes, exploding into crimson and golden flowers, opening up the whole field of vision, beating, pulsating, as if possessing life.

"My eyeballs are bloodshot red, and if Hermione and Daphne were to see them, they'd think I've been bitten by a vampire."

Ning An thought, Mimir said that he was Odin, then it seems that this should be something similar to the inheritance ceremony, Odin hung upside down on the ash bark tree for seven days and seven nights to gain wisdom and comprehend the Rune script, but Ning An did not think that as long as he fell like this, he would be able to comprehend everything naturally.

He looked at the world again, from a completely different angle, and the thoughts in his mind were like a door slowly opening open, no matter what world it was, but fortunately gravity was still at work, and he was still in nature, which brought him some insignificant comfort.

He began to think about everything, thinking about everything he had done since he came to this world, just like resting and sorting out after reading, and when Ning An combed through it carefully, he realized what his past decisions were.

"It's too arbitrary...... Maybe it's better to do that...... That's right...... There's no going back...... That's how it will be handled now......"

Maybe it was these distractions that should have made him more and more uncomfortable with the passage of time, and the thought gradually left him, this thought made him happy, so he continued to think about it, but as the feeling left, his thoughts gradually moved him away, and the cold invaded again, Ning An yawned, and he was a little sleepy.

The upside-down world had become a strange illusion in his eyes, not with the characteristics of the real world, but more like a strange dream, and his gaze left this small overgrown world, as if he was rising infinitely upside down, and then rising, through the sky, back to his reality.

"Keep the ratio of potions to 2:7, or you should add some raw olives to control the rate of evaporation, Mr. Longbottom!" Professor Snape roared low and angry.

"Can we trust this guy Karkaroff! Pani? I doubt it! The host hasn't come back yet! Samantha exclaimed sharply.

"Crackle—" Karkaroff's figure fell out of the void, apparently having just completed a disfigurement, and looked up at a mansion ahead of him, where there was a special fireplace back to Durmstrang.

"Hiss-" It was a pair of dark snake eyes the size of a brass bell, looking strangely into the emptiness of a place.

"Come back, Nagini." Voldemort said lazily, then glanced into the void as well.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, what are you thinking!" Ron elbowed Harry out of his thoughts.

The picture keeps changing like a movie, and the world has become layers of thin slices superimposed on top of each other, and Ning An is looking along these thin slices, from top to bottom, looking down at the past-

The square room was very dimly lit, square in shape, with a concave center forming a stone pit of about twenty feet, and stone steps surrounded the whole room, like a stone bench, gradually descending one step at a time, each step was very steep like a lecture hall, and in the center of the stone pit was a raised stone platform, on which stood an arch, which looked very old and tattered, and there was no wall around the arch to support it, and a tattered black curtain or curtain hung on it, although there was not a trace of wind, but it was gently swinging, It's as if someone has just touched it.

Ning An couldn't think of whether he was asleep, or if he saw all this with his eyes open, he only felt that for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, he was also looking at the world as he is now, and it was only then that he saw the difference between this shabby curtain and the world around him.

It was like a torch in the night, it was so bright in Ning An's field of vision, no, it should be dark more accurately, the tattered curtain was like a black hole in the sun, floating silently, there was a sigh in his ears, and then another sound, Ning An heard it really, the sigh from far and near, one after another, gradually, it became sharp and piercing, no longer a sigh, but a terrifying scream.

But it didn't work for Ning An, he felt himself wrapped in a warm cloud of energy, this energy came from the sky, from the ocean, from the earth, from the earth under his feet.

As soon as the thought moved, he seemed to jump slightly, the curtain blew, and Ning An had already entered.

It wasn't the first time he had been to this place, but this time, he was able to revisit it, the gray sea was endless, the waves were sobbing gloomily and low, lapping against each other over and over again, never ending, Ning An felt restless, an anxiety from his surroundings.

His gaze moved forward, which was much faster than when he was transformed by Animagus, and in a few blinks of an eye, the castle standing on the sea was already close in front of him, but Ning An didn't look at it much, he entered a calm and indifferent mood, and his gaze continued to move forward coldly.

He vaguely felt that this ability as if he was flipping through the whole world may not be under his control, but the world is taking the initiative to show him, he is the one who appreciates the painting, but the painting scroll is not opened by himself.

Ning An followed his line of sight, crossed the castle, passed through the endless gray sea, the sky gradually began to color, behind the thick black clouds flashed red brilliance, and gradually appeared many lands, there were plains, hills, valleys and mountains, the ground was red, and from time to time scorching earth fire, like magma gushing, burning the already dry earth into scarlet cracks.

The clouds in the sky didn't know when they began to turn red and hot, Ning An saw that the clouds began to expand, and in the next second, these water bags filled with water shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a rain of fire in the sky, and the flames were like falling to the ground, smashing towards the ground violently, Ning An saw that soon there were clusters of fire on the ground, like human-like things, running around, as if crying in pain.

It's a hellish sight.

In the next second, the burned hot and fiery earth began to shake violently, the stratum extended from one point to both sides, and then expanded outward and squirmed, Ning An didn't know if it was an earthquake, but he had never seen such a strange earthquake, but without thinking about it, it only took a few seconds for him to understand what it was.

Beneath the cracked ground, it is not empty, on the contrary, it is filled.

Beneath the cracked opening, was a huge, unimaginable, incredible eye, the scarlet eyeballs made Ning An unable to think of any life he had ever seen, he had never seen such an evil eye, if there was an evil incarnation in this world, he believed that it must be this.

The next moment, the picture receded sharply, as if time was rushing backwards, Ning An suddenly opened his eyes, he was sweating profusely, and there was still a wilderness hanging upside down in front of him, the vines and grass were in the wilderness, the ash trees stood silently, he was hanging from the tree, upside down - the wind blew his cheeks slightly, everything just now was like a dream, but was it really a dream?

Ning An didn't know, he was about to lose feeling his body, he didn't know how long he had been hanged, maybe only one day, maybe seven days, or a month, a year, or time had lost his concept here, he couldn't even tell whether it was a dream before, or a dream he had had during this time.

The only thing he can be sure of is that these unusual things prove one thing, he is acquiring something, and one thought and memory after another pop up in his mind, and the things he didn't understand before gradually become clear, the world is no longer the same in his eyes, and his understanding of the world has deepened again.

It's a deepening of roots, just as the ancient Greeks thought that the world was made of water and fire, and modern people understand that matter is made of atoms.

Ning An had such indescribable feelings at the moment, and the physical pain was not so clear. Consciousness is becoming more and more awake, more and more spiritual, memory is like a small river flowing slowly, now the floodgates are open, everything is slowly pouring out from the depths of his mind, Ning An feels a feeling that he has never felt before, it is the flow of power.