Rolf slowly opened the book cover, his hands still trembling slightly, not because he was afraid that he would be caught for his night tour, but because he knew that an unknown history was about to unfold before his eyes.

I saw that except for a blank space on the title page, only one sentence was written in the center, so that the reader's eyes could not help but focus on it.

"Magic doesn't come out of nowhere, neither does magic, and of course, neither do gods!"

Rolf read this sentence carefully, and it seemed that a different emotion was slowly welling up in his heart.

Unlike the Western Church that propagated that human beings were created by God, although Eastern mythology also has the legend of Nuwa creating man, there are even more legends of immortal cultivators.

One thing that feels very strange is that the East, which pays the most attention to blood relations, does not have many supernatural power families in mythology.

However, a Western mythological system that claims independence and freedom is full of family gods.

From the family model of vampires, to the Greek gods of Olympus led by Zeus and Hera, and the Aesir gods led by Odin.

These systems of divine power linked by blood relations abound, which made Rolf can't help but have a guess......

Could the disappearance of these gods in the Harry Potter world be due to some problems in the family god lineage?

He continued to flip the pages of the book, and the first chapter of the book was a title that made Rolf's search boil:

Gods and Divine Techniques

Rolf read it slowly, but it was clear that the book was not a book handed down from time immemorial, but was recopied and written by a later generation.

There are a lot of things in it that don't make sense, and it makes Rolf an extremely unbearable reading experience.

"The origins of the gods are long known, and it is difficult to describe the gods as we know them, because many of the records of the gods have been lost to history.

We can still find recorded known gods such as the goddess of life, the goddess of light, the goddess of water, and the goddess of war, while the other gods, except for some temples that cannot find any markings, are difficult to verify.

And these gods have also disappeared from people's sight early, thousands of years since the author was working on these materials.

And we also know that many powerful divine arts come from these long-lost gods.

The author had the privilege of interviewing a goddess of life for her sacrifices, but through talking to her, I guessed that she did not know much about the gods she believed in. ”

Rolf watched as the author narrated his visits to the gods in his own voice, but there was very little that really meant anything.

After reading this chapter, Rolf had a feeling of loneliness, as if someone had asked you if you had finished reading it.

But let me retell it roughly, you can only say that you can see it for yourself, because you don't remember anything, and what you say seems to make sense, but what you say seems to be nonsense.

Rolf endured patience and did not throw the book out, but continued to look down, and he roughly scanned the structure of the book.

In addition to the first chapter, there are different chapters such as "The Origin of Magic", "An Exploration of the Relationship between Divine Art and Magic", "Ancient Divine Art and Ancient Magic", and so on.

Looking at the title, it was a very good look, but Rolf was really afraid that after reading these chapters patiently, he still didn't gain anything.

But this thought soon faded away, because when Rolf reached the last chapter, he saw a topic that excited him:

"Ancient Magic, Magic Evidence and Examples"!

Could it be that this part is about specific magic casting? Rolf excitedly flipped through the book to the last part, ready to see what magic and ancient magic were in it.

But suddenly there was a continuous meow, and then a light came in time, it was Filch and his Lady Loris!

The raccoon had dark gray hair, a bony little body that looked thinner in the dark, and a pair of bulging eyes like filch's bulbs.

A minute later, Filf came over with an oil lamp and shook it around, and those who didn't know thought he was shaking his wine glass.

But no matter how much he irradiated, it was blank, and nothing was found, but looking at Mrs. Loris, who was still meowing, Filch spoke:

"Alright, stop screaming, there's nothing here, I guess it's Peeves' annoying guy making trouble, and the headmaster should banish it from the castle!"

He bent down to pick up the emaciated Lady Loris and said to himself as he stooped to pick up the emaciated Lady Loris.

And Rolf in the invisibility cloak was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, looking at Mrs. Loris, who was lying in Filch's arms, but still looking straight at Rolf's side, meowing constantly, he couldn't help but have a headache.

Because he understood the specific meaning of Mrs. Loris's meow:

"Little ghost, I know you're there, don't underestimate any cat's intuition, either you come out by yourself, or you don't appear in front of me in the future, otherwise you will always be found out who you are, I remember your smell!"

"Alright, Loris, stop screaming, or the professors will think there's something urgent going on in the castle. ”

Filch had reached the door of the library by this time, and his other hand was caressing Mrs. Loris.

Rolf was glad that Filch couldn't communicate with the perceptive cat, otherwise instead of appeasing the meowing Lady Loris, he would have searched everywhere for the missing Rolf.

He waited for Filch to disappear into the library, and quickly put the book back in its place, first, because it was too late, and secondly, he was afraid that if he stayed here any longer, he would probably be caught by Mrs. Loris.

Fortunately, Rolf was pleased that he was now in his second year as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he had a way to borrow the book.

He stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at it, and after thinking that his little movement should not be noticed by Mrs. Pince, he tightened his robe, and stood up to leave the place.

But what Rolf didn't expect was that Filch, who had just left, reappeared, and he pointed the light of the kerosene lamp in the direction of the bookshelf again.

"Come out, don't wait for me to catch you, I can let you go once if you come out by yourself, but it won't necessarily be good if you are caught by me. ”

Rolf was secretly glad that he hadn't taken off his invisibility cloak and hadn't made much noise, thinking that if he had been replaced by Harry, he would have run away in a panic.

He walked past Filch, and looked at the kerosene lamp that was still sweeping around in Filch's hand, and Rolf knew that what he had just said was fooling a child.

When he gets out, he'll pretend he doesn't see it? Stop dreaming, his lifelong wish is to torture a nasty little wizard.

If he had a choice, he would definitely set his sights on the Weasley twins, and it was estimated that those two would only bring him great psychological satisfaction.

As for why Rolf dared to leave in front of Filch, because when he was idle, he once carved a silent spell model on his robe.

The spell model wasn't too easy to use, and he had it on his shoes, and Malfoy complained every time that Rolf walked like a ghost and couldn't hear a sound.

Rolf managed to crawl back into the Hufflepuff lounge, lay back into his cot, and fell asleep.

When it came time for Defence Against the Dark Arts class again, Rolf felt like he had never looked forward to Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts class so much, not even from every professor's class.

Ever since that elf disaster in the classroom at Gryffindor House, our Professor Lockhart has never brought living creatures into class again.

Now, Lockhart reads his books to the students below, sometimes performing dramatic episodes.

I heard that his favorite assistant in the Gryffindor class was Harry to help him recreate the scene, and at Hufflepuff House, Rolf couldn't afford to take on this role.

"Mr. Scamander, would you like to come up and help me focus on the simple Transylvanian villager I am talking about who I have been cured by the bubble-spitting spell?"

If Rolf hadn't asked for it, he would have pulled out his wand and given him a shot of water, but who told him to look forward to this Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson?

So, under the slightly teasing gaze of his roommates, Rolf stood up and walked to the front of the classroom, helplessly cooperating with the peacock's performance.

Rolf guessed that he must have some obsession with the surname Scamander, otherwise how could he have picked on himself?

Fortunately, this awkward performance did not last long, because the bell rang for the end of class, and Lockhart got up from the ground and patted the floating soil on his body that did not exist at all.

He really worked hard, in order to "reproduce" his so-called reality for the little wizards, he didn't pity the wizard's robe that looked very expensive on his body, and said that he could lie down immediately if he lay on the ground.

"Okay, today's homework is: write a poem about how I helped Segundo Castillo!

Rolf pouted as Lockhart turned around, he didn't want anything about "Me Who Can Magic", but he wanted an autograph.

He stood there, and his roommates passed by and asked Rolf why he didn't leave, and he hurriedly motioned for them to leave first, but not because they ruined his own good deeds.

By the time the young wizards in the classroom were gone, he walked toward Lockhart's podium, clutching a note tightly in his hand.

"What's the matter, Mr. Scamander?" Lockhart asked, seeing that Rolf hadn't left yet, with some curiosity.

"Emm, Professor Lockhart?" Rolf stammered, pretending to be embarrassed, "I think...... I want to borrow this book from the library.

I hope to get some background from there. He held up the note and showed it to Lockhart.

"The problem is that this book is in the forbidden section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign the note, and I'm sure this book will help me understand the venom of chronic onset that you talked about in Traveling with Ghouls. ”

"Oh?' Travels with Ghouls?" Lockhart took the note from Rolf's hand, smiling warmly at him.

"It's probably my favorite book, do you like it?"

"Like, oh, of course, of course!" said Rolf, stunned for a moment, then pretending to be eager, "how witty you were to catch the last ghoul with a strainer!"

As for why he knew so clearly, he had asked Hermione what he was most interested in about the plot of Travels with Ghouls.

Rolf couldn't help but sigh, sometimes Hermione's still has some unexpected effects~

"Ah, I'm sure no one would object to me giving the best students in the grade a little extra help. Lockhart said enthusiastically,

"yes, it's beautiful, isn't it?" he misunderstood the look of surprise on Rolf's face, "I usually only use it to sign books." ”

Rolf looked at the quill, and couldn't understand where he got this flashy, even more laborious feather.

He signed a big, flowery name on the note, and returned it to Rolf.

ps: Two chapters in one chapter.,I've been so busy lately.,Crazy brushing questions every day.,My brain is going to explode.,It's good to wait for this time.,When I settle down.,I'll definitely compensate you!

It can be seen from the number of words that the amount of the two chapters is not much different, but I don't have time to describe some details~ So in fact, there is no change~

Waste Nan is here, thank you all the big guys who love me rain or shine!!!