"Magic~" Teacher Charon looked up at the glorious Hogwarts Castle with a wistful look.

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

The feeling of heat and dryness is blowing in the face.

But the worry on his face was like the ice under the snowy mountain, and it never melted at all.

"The original magic was the result of the constant research and study of the wizards observing the stars and observing magical creatures, and it was full of uncontrollable and unfamiliar forces that could bring disaster at any time."

"Compared to today's magic system, ancient magic was more brutal, both for the caster and for the victim. I hope you'll think carefully that it's not the right thing to do to study the origin magic of the past. ”

Teacher Charon's earnest teachings, Owen listened.

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

But who made Owen here.

Who made it Owen who was chosen?

For magic, under the pressure of not having a week's purpose, he now has a fiery passion.

In fact, even for a week, he didn't stop experimenting with magic, but it wasn't very stable.

No way, I believe that whoever comes to the world of Harry Potter will have a sound of all his magic.

Not to mention the general Dark Arts Defense Charm, even if it is the three unforgivable spells, even if they put the Horcrux spell in front of them, for Muggles who have never mastered magic, and now suddenly have magical power, they absolutely can't resist not studying it.

Besides, Owen also has a god-given talent.

As for magic, no matter how outsiders portray its danger, for Owen, it is only after he studies it that he knows whether it is dangerous or not.

I haven't researched how do I know if it's dangerous?

- Listening to Mr. Charon's words.

A certain little black head, but he didn't think so.

He still put on a face, in a lazy tone, and said, "So what? I think spaghetti has to be accompanied by No. 42 cement, and the nineteenth-century abhorrence of realism is like the fury of Caliband who sees his own face in the mirror; The abhorrence of Romanticism in the nineteenth century was like the fury of Caliban, whose face could not be seen in a mirror. The tranquilizer soup has to be taken with a refreshment.

The compound decoction has to be taken with the leg hair of this eight-eyed giant spider. ”

"Huh?" Teacher Charon was at a loss.

What is this kid talking about?

"You don't care about my balance at all, you're just standing on the moral high ground and pointing 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, destroyed! Hurry up, tired! ”

He said leisurely.

Then taking advantage of Teacher Caron's inattention, he secretly glanced at him, and found that the teacher's face knew at a glance that he still didn't plan to pay.

Instantly, he suddenly opened his arms.

The pupils were raised, as if they had been succumbed to an evil spirit.

Hold your neck straight.

Trembling slightly.

Then, in a flat and numbing tone, he said: "Ah~ Destroy the world, may chaos fill the world."

Ah~~ Praise my lord the god of corruption and souls. The master of the Misty Illusion. ”

"Ah~~ The original world returns to the embrace of my god!!"

"O mortal fool!!"

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

O lost Lamb~~~ With gratitude, pour out all your sins to my God! Embrace corruption and make the soul and body a greater part. ”

"In eternal sleep, the merciful Lord will redeem you—the souls of all of you."

Owen was still in a strange pose, his hands outstretched, as if praising the sun.

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

In a nutshell!

Don't give money!

Ye immediately voted!

Such a shameless, bold and death-defying guy has never been encountered even by countless people that Caron has ever met.

He said it was unprecedented.

"This mother." Unable to communicate with Owen the basilisk, Mr. Charon decided to find a new path.

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

He didn't believe Gabriel would sit back and watch his child commit suicide!

And then—when he spoke.

A merciless word completely destroyed something he had been holding on to for years.

The sage felt dirty.

It's the squalor of the mind.

"You should pay. Mr. ”

Is this my own mother?

Charon roared in his heart.

This is my mother.

Owen replied for him.

It is time to squeeze the most famous centaur in Greece clean.

He's definitely going to have a lot of good stuff!

"That's it!" Teacher Charon almost gritted his teeth and spoke.

"If you want!" He said.

With that, he suddenly reached out and put his hand on Owen's fluffy brain.

Then a strange magic spread from the palm of his hand.

—God-given wisdom.

The other side.

Among the centaurs.

On the walls around it.

Countless murals of prophecy come to life, as if they have come to life.

Then the text, along with the frescoes, danced into the sarcophagus in the center as a silver white light.

"What's going on?"

Hagrid, who was standing on the side, quickly turned his head and glanced at the centaur elder and asked.

"The Ancestor used his power."

The centaur elders were also surprised.

The temple is the end of the soul of the centaurs.

This is their spiritual temple.

For a long time, countless souls have served here as a platform for new beginnings.

It is the purest power of the centaurs. It is the power of the centaur soul.

All along, this power has supported the traces of the ancestors in this world, ensuring that the heroic spirit that resembles a body of thought will not dissipate.

It is also a gem for gifted new gifted centaurs.

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

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

But - the kid saved the tribe of centaurs after all, and what if the centaurs died out today, even if they had power?

Perhaps that's how the ancestors thought about it.

"Centaur blessings!" He said sluggishly.

"Centaur blessings?" Hagrid nodded ignorantly, he didn't understand it, but he knew it was a good thing for Owen.

Meddlesome!

Naturally, he will not impose a stop.

"He'll be fine." Luna's ethereal voice seemed to comfort Hagrid, but it was actually more of a relief to herself.

She stared firmly at the sarcophagus.

It's not magic, either.

It's not a divination.

It's not even a sixth sense.

She just knew that Owen was going to get out of there.

Definitely!

Certain!

This steadfast spiritual power seems to have affected the Centaur Elder.

The old man stared at the girl with surprised eyes.

In her, she smelled a different kind of human wizard than before.

A deep, historically heavy flavor.

He is very sensitive to these.

The elder was confident that he would not be mistaken.

Then he gave a look of deep meaning.

This girl's future achievements will be immeasurable.

From the glorious temple came a stirring of souls.

In addition to attracting the pious observation of the centaurs in many cities, it naturally attracted other things.

Some primitive, dark, evil creatures.

In the forest, the dead who had just fallen into a stupor because of the escape of their prey suddenly raised their heads one by one.

Heavy snowfall.

Their cloudy eyes seemed to see through the snow, looking at the centaur tribe in the distance.

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

It was a humanoid creature.

Wearing a long robe, his face is white and scary.

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

If Owen had been here, he would have recognized this guy as the dead of the vampire Blood Ancestor transformation he had fought a few times.

"Roar!!

A roar that seemed to come from an exotic world came from his mouth.

Then the eyes of all the monkeys, the dead with the heads of all kinds of animals, suddenly lit up.

It's like a triggered machine.

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

————

Owen felt as if he was in a hot spring.

Gentle water adheres to the skin.

Take all the tiredness out of his body.

He felt as if his body had lightened up, as if he had let go of a burden he had been carrying for a long time.

This is the spiritual world, and Mr. Charon is connected to his consciousness.

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

It was a creature that was very primitive, close to the rules, and he could feel it.

Just as flowers have a period of prosperity and withering, water has an endless flow.

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

That's a big drop from Irving's expectations.

In his subconscious, he always felt that he might be dealing with a terrible, unspeakable, evil 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 quite what I imagined." Owen looked up blankly, his eyes flashing with visions.

"What do you think he's going to look like?" Teacher Charon said angrily.

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

“.”

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

“？？？”

Under the reminder of Teacher Charon, Owen raised his arm blankly, and when he touched his forehead, he really touched something hard.

He hurriedly lowered his head, only to see his lower abdomen, thighs with huge white scales like pearls, and a short hairy tail behind him.

"Yay! I've become a youkai? ”

"It's a furnace." Teacher Charon's troubled face finally returned to his smile.

Looking at Owen's bewildered, panicked face, he sincerely felt comfortable and happy.

Happiness is rising.

"It is said that the first wizards were more akin to magical creatures, or that the first humans combined with magical creatures such as Meiwa to give birth to magical human beings. This is the origin of wizards.

Of course, there are also wizards who believe that the magic of wizards comes from the beginning of life, and the crucible of life is mixed with other magical creatures. And not a simple combination.

Whatever the view, ancient wizards believed that the magic of the first magical beings contained in their bloodline, 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 inherited your mother's bloodline, and naturally her magical creature bloodline. The appearance of the furnace phase is very normal. Teacher Charon explained blandly, he was not at all surprised by the various aspects that Owen had suddenly grown, as if it was something that was taken for granted, referring to the era in which he lived, and in the era that Muggles called 'gods', such a hundred faces should have been 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 momentary retrospective phenomenon in the soul, and your body and bloodline are still silent." ”

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

Owen muttered a few times, then reached out and touched the bud on his forehead.

Suddenly, he thought a little of Voldemort, the guy who fused his body with some kind of snake surprise.

Judging from the appearance, he can be regarded as having grown a hundred phases?

Or maybe Salazar Slytherin's bloodline contains the bloodline of some ancient magical creature?

Uh-huh – it's a new research direction.

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

A pair of eyes are full of the kind of researchers who look when they see a novel sample.

She lovingly touched the scales from the child's lower abdomen.

It's not ugly, or rather, it's not weird and disgusting, it's like a perfect fit of a nut and a nut, and the appearance of the expression is very harmonious, and there is no ordinary abrupt and diseased feeling at all.

After all, this is not a disease in the first place, it is the blood veins that remain in the life body in the form of information, and now it is expressed, just like a bud blooms and a flower bears fruit.

Gabriel's fingertips touched the scales.

Curiously looking.

It was like a dragon's scales, emitting a pearl-like glow, and it was quite strong, and it also contained magical power, and it was conceivable that such dragon scales were enough to withstand ordinary non-dark magic defense spells.

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

"Uh-huh, what's his name?" Owen asked, looking up.

"You can call him "

"Hmm-"

"Huh?" Owen looked at him suspiciously.

"Hmm-"

“.”

"Yes!" Owen spread out his hand and said helplessly, "You can't even remember your name!" Teacher. ”

"He's enchanted his name, and no one who knows his identity can pronounce his name, but you can call him another name, Demigod Helpo."

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

"Huh." Charon smiled slightly, and then reached out and touched Owen's hair, and then deliberately messed up his hair, and said: "I know you've heard of this name, I saw from your memory that the junior named Tom Riddle, he made Horcruxes, if you know Horcruxes, you will naturally hear of this name." ”

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

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

But for the first time, someone showed the secret.

"To split the soul is to commit suicide, the moment you recite that evil spell, in the Blur Illusion, he notices you, it is like betraying your soul to a demon, when you die, your soul will remain in the Blur Illusion forever."

"And your flesh will be a shell of his projection, just like the former Helmo, who foolishly made Horcruxes, and- didn't you notice? Has this man just disappeared from the history of magic? ”

"Any intelligent creature will be bored and bored. Even if it's a guy who claims to be an outer god. As a result, almost every once in a while, he reappeared in this world with a different Horcrux-wielding wizard. ”

"So we'll just wait until the next time he plays the human world, catch him, chop him into eight pieces, and we're done?" Owen gags with his skillful knife skills.

"That's useless, what you killed was just a projection of his consciousness in the world and an innocuous body, originally your current body was the next body he chose, but a strange, unknown soul attacked him, which made two different souls appear in a body and finally gave birth to you by an accident."

"I see!" Owen had a look on his face. "Then I can really shed blood for this world and fight for this world, so what reward is there?"

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

For some reason, his hair is very soft, light and fluffy like seaweed at the bottom of a lake, and it feels very pleasant to the touch.

"Don't touch it, my hairstyle, this is my body!" He sat up, then grunted and tossed Caron's palm aside.

"I remember what I said, he was expelled from this world by the 'gods' who called himself an outer god, and then the 'gods' built a number of towers that could observe the northern exile world, and the observation time could kill him completely. It's a pity that when the enemy in the outside world is defeated, the internal unity also disappears in an instant. The towers were abandoned or occupied by others. ”

Teacher Charon continued with a sad face, "What was once a tower built with the highest wisdom of ancient wizards is now an altar of evil watched by the outer gods. ”

"All you have to do is destroy these altars, maybe you can keep the towers, but first you have to expel the gaze of the outer gods." The centaur stared cautiously at Owen, "And in the process, you will receive the legacy of some of the best wizards of antiquity, heroes whom the Muggles call 'the gods.'" ”

"It's the ultimate magic from the age of mythology, the most proud masterpiece of the gods."

(End of chapter)