The Sphinx's answer surprised Dumbledore on the side.

Immediately, his blue eyes looked at it with deep meaning.

Nodding slightly at it.

No one knows better than him how much power can tempt wizards.

On the path of magic, the more gifted a wizard is, the more likely he is to go astray.

For most wizards, magic is just a wave of a wand and a few spells.

Only a handful of gifted wizards know exactly what magic is and what it can bring them.

And if this powerful force is not restrained, then it is likely to bring disaster and destruction.

Voldemort is a good example.

Especially when he found out that he was descended from Salazar Slotrin's bloodline, that sense of uniqueness, the ambition to think that he was unique, began to swell even more.

He always thought that he was superior, and his arrogant heart had always crept through his heart, even in Hogwarts Castle, when facing those professors, although the young Riddle hid it well, Dumbledore could still see that his self-centered, considerate of other people's feelings was covered with dust.

He even thinks he is a god at the end.

And today's Owen has a trend in this regard.

Even ancient magic is more precious and terrifying than Salazar's bloodline.

If he also becomes as indifferent to the people around him as Voldemort and has no concern in his heart, then you can imagine what kind of terrible wizard there will be in the wizarding world in the future.

But for now, this kid is different from Riddle.

Although he lost his parents, he had a complete family.

He lost the affection from his parents, but he also gained the affection of others.

He has friends of his own, understands what love is, understands the meaning of life.

Even if he didn't say it, Dumbledore knew.

In Owen's heart, the man who brought him out of the orphanage, Grindelwald weighed heavily in his heart.

He has relatives, and from the beginning, he has had a powerful grandfather, doesn't he?

A smile tugged at the corner of Dumbledore's mouth as he thought about it.

So many years have passed.

The dispute between him and Grindelwald has long been resolved.

The only thing he could thank now was that Grindelwald had guided the most deserving child at the right time, and had led him to the right path, instead of giving him the ideas between wizards and Muggles.

And what made him most relieved was Owen's treatment of Lupin.

He travels through time and ultimately saves Lupin.

He shouldn't have done that.

Yes, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, no one would criticize him or anything, even if Owen didn't choose to go back in time at that time, but just stayed at the castle.

He won't say anything either.

But Owen went back.

He did his best to save two innocent lives, although the final result was not his own work.

But – it's the choice that matters.

Dumbledore looked through his glasses and looked at Owen with a look of relief, full of wisdom.

Even if we are mired in mud and surrounded by mud, we still have a choice, choose to be a good person.

Of course, there are no perfect people in this world.

Even if it was him, the pain of his past still tormented him, but at least he was happy with Owen now.

He's done it at this age, and he's the best he can do with this power.

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Behind the gate, there are the figures of everyone leaving.

The huge beauty head of the Sphinx watched them leave.

Then she slowly fell back to her stomach, her eyes closed, and fell into a deep sleep again.

On the other side, everyone seemed to have entered some kind of divine domain.

As far as the eye can see, it is surrounded by huge statues carved in marble and hollowed-out metal patterns.

The hall they were in was like a flower bud, petals woven of openwork metal, and an endless nebula overhead. The heart of the flower is a complete deep blue gemstone.

The Milky Way swirled above them.

And the jewels under their feet, as they walked, rose to a little starlight.

"Oh my!" Hermione let out an exclamation.

Because she found that the starlight did not disperse, but went directly into the gem floor.

Then the dots converge and eventually form another part of the Milky Way.

Gorgeous and brilliant is indescribable.

It's like Zeus's Olympic Temple.

"What kind of place is this!" Harry stared blankly at the floor, his heart full of shock.

Such a magical place, even at Hogwarts, is rare.

Before discovering the Room of Requirement, Harry hadn't seen more magical places than he could see so far.

"Someone will explain it to us." The old headmaster smiled slightly.

Following his gaze, Owen looked, and directly in front of them, there was a mirror.

Simple, luxurious, and elegant, it is very similar to the Mirror of Eris in the castle.

But it was taller than the Mirror of Eris, about a dozen feet (four meters).

The same is covered with ancient runi script.

The old headmaster looked at Owen.

He understood it immediately.

With his wand in hand, Owen slowly stepped forward.

With a wand, wrapped in a trace of ancient magic, gently tap the mirror.

Suddenly, the blurred mirror lit up with a warm light, and then the dust and dirt disappeared.

"Oh! Is anyone coming again? ”

It was a rather old voice.

"Let me see who it is."

Then an old wizard appeared in the mirror.

"Principal Dexter?"

Owen was surprised to see an acquaintance here.

He had seen a portrait of the principal in the principal's office.

He was placed on the far right near the dome.

The material used to make his portrait is not the usual English oak, but a European species, an extinct species.

It was a very old wizard, with a snow-white beard and wrinkles on his face that made him look at least 150 years old.

His cheeks are handsome and thin, his gray hair and his slightly bulging back all show that the years have left a mark on the cruelty.

He was dressed in an elaborate magical robe, different from the modern robes, the style of the robe, intricately engraved with the ancient runi script, which was by no means a product of the recent era, or even the last few hundred years.

This is a very precious magical item.

Owen had only seen such an outfit in Nick's closet.

That's at least a thousand years old.

Owen estimated that he should have been one of the school's first principals.

"Oh! Is it really you? ”

Principal Dexter's cloudy eyes lit up suddenly.

His expression was a little excited, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of pride.

"I'll just say it! We Hufflepuffs are the best. Very good, you are very good. ”

"Amount0.0"

Mr. Principal, we can say this quietly.

At least not in front of a bunch of Gryffindors!

"Oh! Albus, you've found that, too? I knew I was going to find this place. ”

At this time, the Principal Dexter finally arrived at the old man with the same white beard behind Owen, a rich smile flashed in his eyes, and then he said gently, "We have been discussing that if you have that kind of talent, you will definitely be the best candidate." ”

"But sometimes fate is elusive, and it doesn't choose you in the end. I regret it. ”

"I'm glad it didn't choose me." The old headmaster said calmly.

Behind the half-moon glasses is the wisdom that has been precipitated over countless years.

"I know what kind of person I am, I don't have that talent, and that's a good thing."

He couldn't be more glad he thought so.

I've never been lucky.

Because if he had found himself gifted with ancient magic at Owen's age, it was hard to believe that he would have woken up later.

Perhaps, lured by power, he will go deeper until he can't break free.

"Hmmm! You truly live up to the name of the greatest Headmaster of Hogwarts. ”

"Not even Lady Helga Hufflepuff has shown such influence as you."

"Lady Helga Hufflepuff?" The old principal was stunned.

In fact, even he didn't know which era of wizards these old portraits of the headmaster had left behind.

Because Hogwarts has a clear record of headmasters, it was more than 1,300 years later.

For more than 400 years, they did not record the history of the time.

All he could know was that the old Headmaster did belong to Hogwarts.

"I think there's still a big gap between me and the founder."

He said modestly.

"No, quite the opposite." Principal Dexter smiled slightly.

"My school days were led by Lady Helga Hufflepuff, the second Headmaster of Hogwarts.

After the death of the original headmaster of Hogwarts, Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, she has been the headmaster of Hellga Hufflepuff, and she has left a deep Hufflepuff imprint on Hogwarts.

Today's Hogwarts can be so inclusive and developed, even after Blake (Headmaster Black, the headmaster of Hogwarts, who was praised by the students as the most annoying headmaster in a hundred years. That fool was still thriving after being destroyed, and that's the credit of Lady Helga Hufflepuff. ”

"You know, if either Salazar or Godric were the headmaster, Hogwarts would be in chaos.

In her later years, Lady Helga Hufflepuff had been trying to ease the dispute between the four colleges, which was the saddest thing for her, because this matter has not ended until now, and you, Albus, I see hope in you that if it were not for that Salazar's descendant, you might have fulfilled Helga Hufflepuff's last wish. ”

Principal Dexter slowly tells stories from more than a thousand years ago.

A story full of energy and strife.

"I'm trying to make Hogwarts better." The old headmaster said flatly.

"That's enough." Principal Dexter approving, his age-covered face full of childlike smiles.

"Oh! When I get older, I like to remember the past. With that, he shifted his gaze back to Owen.

"Maybe you're wondering what this place is."

".0 is a little bit there." Owen tilted his head and replied.

Headmaster Dexter smiled, smiling at Owen's little mischievousness, and then he continued, "You could call this the Divine Tower. ”

"The Divine Tower?"

"Yes." Headmaster Dexter slowly explained, "In the past, after the end of a dark war, the surviving ancient wizards built towers like this to select the successors who would continue to shock the darkness. ”

"The vicious battle many years ago did not completely kill the evil, self-proclaimed outer god sorcerer, but simply drove his soul away from the physical world in which we live.

In the shadows, darkness still looms.

And this Divine Grant Tower, it is not only a place of inheritance for the inheritance of the exquisite magic of ancient wizards, but also a connecting station for the spiritual world of the outer lands. ”

"Connection station?" Owen was silent, a little unsure of what this meant.

What to connect, what to connect to the Outlands?

The outer gods have already been expelled, so why build this so-called connection station?

I'm afraid that buddy won't be able to come back, right?

"In the beginning, the wizard hoped to counterattack the spiritual realm through these towers and completely kill the evil god. But—"

“.”

Get!

You don't have to guess what happened later, after all, human beings!

Infighting is the daily routine!

If you don't fight infighting, you're not really human.

"So what am I going to do?" Owen asked.

"All you need to do is defeat the tentacles of evil from outside the territory.

Although the outer gods cannot enter this universe, the minions of the only can, and they provide the soul for the only one day after day, and every once in a while, the power of the only is strong enough to invade the divine grantion tower.

And at this time, someone needs to be able to cut off the tentacles of darkness.

This is the responsibility of each generation of ancient magical heirs.

And that kind of battle can only be faced by you alone, and a wizard who does not have the approval of the ancient gods will not be able to pass through the other side of the fog. ”

Principal Dexter whispered.

And the truth brought by his words also filled in some of the news that Teacher Charon had brought to him.

After all, the two live in different eras, and the gap between the two sides is thousands of years.

Times are always spiraling forward, and what happened back then is definitely different from what happened today.

"So, it's time for high tide again?" Owen asked.

He had no thoughts of the fate imposed on him.

Teacher Charon is right, if it weren't for that outer god, then he wouldn't have been born. A part of his soul belongs to the outer gods.

From the very beginning, he was destined to follow this path.

Since you can't get rid of it, it's better to learn to enjoy it.

At least great adventures have always been what he's after, haven't they?

"Rising tide?" Principal Dexter was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "yes, it's time for the tide again." ”

It's my birthday today, I'm delayed when I go out for dinner, and I'm lazy.

(End of chapter)