But it's certain that Merlin knew about Hogwarts, as he had a long lifespan.

The last record of him was more than 500 years ago.

After the first Goblin War, the British Council of Wizards was dissolved (which it didn't) and its role was replaced by the Ministry of Magic. The International Confederation of Wizards was born.

After the power structure of the wizarding world was solidified, he disappeared.

His departure has left countless secrets in the wizarding world.

Some say Merlin is still alive, others say he's dead.

It is also said that he returned to the legendary land of Avalon, the land of eternal sleep.

No one could say what had happened to him, only that the wizarding world hadn't listened to him for five hundred years.

In the above speculation, Owen agrees that Merlin eventually returned to Avalon, where he was then resting.

Merlin of this world is not immortal.

He should also have the bloodline of some kind of magical creature, and his lifespan is quite long, but no matter how long his lifespan is, he will always be old, and there will always be a time when he will come to an end.

Looking at the Order of Merlin in front of him.

Owen was actually full of doubts in his heart.

This was the first time Merlin and Hogwarts had been linked.

"Camelo," Owen muttered, looking at the medallion in the distant castle that was about to obscure his wand, and suddenly a different thought came to his mind.

If he could, he would have spoken directly to the greatest wizard of all.

Ask about the legend of the king and the sorcerer.

Owen held out his hand against the door.

Just a little bit of force.

The stone door, which looked like it was at least a thousand pounds, was pushed open by him in response.

In an instant, a fresh fragrance came to my face.

The wind, with some kind of pink petals, blows in the face.

Owen and Hermione subconsciously covered their eyes.

In his confusion, he seemed to see a man in a colorful suit, with white hair, purple eyes, and a beautiful man who did not talk like a man.

He winked at the little wizard, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

Then it vanished.

After a long time, when the air circulated, the petals that seemed to be boiling slowly fell.

"Oh my God!" Hermin sighed.

His face was red.

Pink petals all over the ground.

It spreads all the way to the margins that people can't see.

Standing at the doorway and looking in, the cloister looks like the garden of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it is not beautiful.

Miss Granger covered her mouth, speechless in shock.

"As long as Merlin the Flower Wizard is, it will not be hell, but a land of hope."

Owen sighed. He was also shocked by the petals on the ground.

Who would have thought that behind this majestic-looking gate would be something like this – well—'warm'?

With their feet on the petals, the three of them walked slowly.

"It's like- magic?"

Yes, the moment he crouched down and picked up a petal, the moment he touched it, Owen realized that what was under his feet was not something actual, but something created by ancient magic.

"Waste!" Leaning on crutches, Victor said in a deep voice.

"These should be of greater use." His voice was soft, like those who have just recovered from a serious illness, but his tone was extraordinarily firm.

He crouched down and reached for some petals.

Pink flowers bloom gorgeously in his hands.

But in just a moment, the magical structure contained in the flower was on the verge of collapse due to the change in physical form, and soon disappeared like fireworks in his hands.

"People should have some rights to enjoy it, and I think these flowers are pretty good, and when wizards have the power to do so—" Owen waved his wand.

The flowers, built of pure ancient magic, flowed with them.

Slowly merging into a river in the air - a sea of flowers.

"Enjoy?" Victor glanced at Owen through the magic lens that stayed in his left eye.

The metal cane slammed against the marble, making a sonorous sound.

"The mission of the magician is to explore, to discover ways to make the world a better place."

"Do you think this world is beautiful?"

His slightly slanted body, unusually tall, "Don't let down your talent, Owen." He said, "When you have the ability to change the world, you have to have greater ambitions." ”

Victor's voice was very soft, and he was not saying it in a tone that was admonishing, or educational, in a condescending tone.

His flat voice seemed to be explaining a trivial matter. It's like what to eat tomorrow - it's so bland.

"Your talent was bought back by your mother with her life."

Victor walked past him, "If the world doesn't change in the slightest after you die, then you should be ashamed!" ”

He said calmly, with an undetectable trace of sadness in the corners of his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Owen didn't refute him, or jokingly shattered the heavy atmosphere.

In the man in front of him, he felt a pure temperament that he had never felt before, unlike any other wizard he knew, even Dumbledore.

The old headmaster didn't have the idea of changing the world for the benefit of mankind. He just wanted to guard his one-third of an acre of land - Hogwarts.

Victor was purer than anyone else, as if he were the embodiment of some kind of ideal.

And Miss Granger, after taking a deep look at the wonderful sea of flowers, resolutely turned her gaze to the mysterious man.

There was a twinkle in his eyes.

Unconsciously, Miss Granger stepped away and followed.

Ideal - Owen muttered, can they really change the world?

Several people continued to walk forward.

The sides of the cloister are no longer rough stone walls, but are covered with a layer of blue jewel-like colored carvings.

It could be gold, or brass. Painted by their threads, they draw pictures of history on the painted carvings.

He saw a wizard raise his wand and the surrounding mountains turned upside down.

He saw a brave man with a sword in his hand, facing a mountain of demons alone.

He saw a creature that did not resemble a human, and offered his sword from the bottom of the lake to a man in armor.

His fingers slid lightly over the relief, the remnants of ancient runi writing on the wall still burning hot. That powerful force that shook people's hearts has not died for thousands of years. Much deliberation is incomparably to show that this is the temple of the most powerful wizards, and the great miracles that may exist are buried.

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The three of them continued to walk forward for more than ten minutes, and finally finished the corridor.

The space in this underground chamber was unimaginably large, and Owen guessed that it might take half an hour to walk back and forth in it.

Half an hour in the castle was enough for him to slip from the astronomy classroom on the eighth floor to Hagrid's cabin.

So this area is obviously very abnormal, it should be an infinite stretching spell.

At the end of the cloister, a very large palace appeared.

It's like an auditorium, and it's magnificent.

The Gothic buildings on both sides are covered with a variety of sculptures.

Almost all of them were humanoid sculptures, but few of them were known to Owen. It should be some famous shamans from ancient times.

Look up—the ceiling reflects the sky outside, exactly like the auditorium.

The only difference is that in the center of the palace stands an oak tree that radiates a faint purple-blue glow, and it is so tall.

It's as if the dome is what it holds up.

Countless vines and plants hang down from the oak branches, like a forest.

"This place—"

"Ancient magic had a strong response to organisms. You can try to manipulate them. Victor stood at the end of the cloister, his eyes unable to see joy or sorrow.

Just ponder.

Hearing this, Owen stretched out his wand, and the tip of the wand shimmered.

Majestic ancient magic emerged.

And the forest in front of them, as if inspired by some kind of inspiration, opened a way for them.

In fact, Owen had long discovered the magic of ancient magic.

This is a magic that can truly change the structure of matter, a miracle magic that can subvert the basic laws of Gamp's transformation.

- As the first minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic.

Yurik. In addition to guiding the British wizarding world to comply with the instructions of the Federation, resolutely enforcing the law of secrecy, and hiding the wizarding world, the greatest achievement of Gamble's achievement in the history of magic is to summarize the basic transfiguration laws of Transfiguration.

Five things that cannot be obtained through Transfiguration.

Cannot deform food.

Cannot be transformed into a magic item.

Cannot give life.

It cannot be used permanently.

You can't make something out of nothing.

The first and fifth of these are the same reason, the wizard cannot change the original structure of matter, that is, no matter how much I make a stone look like a roast duck, its essence is still a stone, and it will not be digested and absorbed just because it looks like a roast duck.

I can't conjure a roast duck out of thin air, and the Transfiguration can only be 'modified' in the original cause and cannot be created in vain. (PS - Clear water is like a spring, which is a kind of summoning spell.) ）

The second rule varies from person to person, and it can't be transformed into magic items, strictly speaking, it can't be transformed into magic items that the caster can't understand, and he doesn't have mastered it at all, if Sirius completely understands all the parts of the flying car, theoretically he can use the transformation directly.

As for giving life and being permanent, there is no spell or magic that can give life to the dead or inorganic bodies, and the transformed animal is just a puppet, and when the magic dissipates, it will turn back into its original thing.

This principle was taught by Professor McGonagall when the young wizards began their lessons.

It's just that some guys don't listen much.

But when he really mastered ancient magic, he immediately realized the difference in this magic.

At least, he could actually turn a stone into a roast chicken and fool Justin into eating it.

It lasted for a week, and every night Justin ate Sanchez's brand of roast chicken.

Nothing seems to have gone wrong.

As for life-giving, this—a little troublesome, but it doesn't matter—he can try to resurrect him when Justin eats the stone when the dog takes it.

A muddy road appeared in front of ————.

One by one, the vines spread over the mud to create a path.

Stepping on the vines, Owen led Hermione over.

Behind him, Victor looked at the boy's figure, frowning slightly, but didn't say much.

He followed straight along.

In front of the oak tree.

The three of them looked up.

The ground in front of him was circled by large, smooth boulders, carved with intricate spell symbols.

It was a stone platform.

It is tightly entangled in green plants, and it is impossible to see its true face.

Owen removed the obscured vines and found an irregular circular groove in the center of the platform.

"This—" Looking at the groove, Owen suddenly felt familiar.

Turning his head, he saw that Victor had taken the Rubik's Cube out of his pocket.

Sure enough, I came prepared!

Owen pondered in his heart.

I don't know how far this reformer in the history of the Rune Continent has studied ancient magic.

Victor held the magic and walked straight to the stone platform.

Then he reached out and embedded the Rubik's cube into it.

Then, in Hermione's surprised eyes, the Rubik's Cube spun rapidly, and its center seemed to have a gear, and countless ancient magic majestically converged into the stone platform.

Then a golden, sandy, unknown substance flowed from beneath the stone platform.

Stacked on top of each other, on top of each other, and soon the golden substance was transformed into a mirror of more than ten feet.

"Wow!"

This is the creative power of ancient magic.

It was supposed to be gold wrapped around Mithril, Owen guessed as he looked in the mirror.

Because gold is more malleable than brass, and magic is also better.

Although brass is cheaper, it is not much different from gold.

But Owen believes that a generation of magicians, Mr. Merlin, will not be short of money to buy gold!

"Oh! It's a young face again. There's a new 'bone' in my garden."

As Owen pondered, a young woman suddenly appeared in the mirror, turned her head sideways, and then her eyes flashed with surprise, and then squeezed out of the edge of the portrait.

She had fiery red hair that was combed into two braids, from her ears to her chest and even her thighs.

The big clear eyes are full of joy, the nose is high, and the corners of the mouth are kind smiles.

He wears an earthy hat with crimson flowers on the brim.

Dressed in green and yellow underwear, the waist is very thin and full of medieval clothing style.

Hands crossed and hanging down to the abdomen.

That sun-like temperament, even a portrait can be felt warm.

"You're so beautiful." Owen smiled and opened his mouth to come.

Hey—don't think he's complimenting.

In fact, this lady is indeed very beautiful, with a lovely countenance, and her figure is neither slender nor plump, but just right - harmonious.

Yes – harmony.

It's a fitting word to describe this lady.

"Thank you!" The lady said enthusiastically.

Then, as if she had discovered something, she suddenly looked at Owen.

"You're a little wizard from Hufflepuff House?"

The witch's eyes fell on the house badge in front of Owen's uniform.

"Yes, you are?"

"Bridged. Bridget Weasley. He was a professor of herbology at Hogwarts and was also the head of Hufflepuff. Bridged said gently, as gently as a spring breeze caressing his skin.

"Bridged?"

"Weasley?"

Owen and Miss Granger were puzzled at the same time.

"Wait!"

"You're Dean Bridged?" Owen remembered that there was a Lady Bridged in the portraits of past directors in the Hufflepuff common room.

But the portrait was clearly of her old age.

This is why Owen didn't recognize it immediately.

"Surprised?" Dean Bridged covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes lingering on Owen when suddenly another lady appeared in her portrait.

It was—a portrait of the old Dean Bridged in the Hufflepuff common room, "I've been observing you since a long time ago. Irving. ”

"Like the other deans (Hufflepuff sages). I also think the Sorting Hat is looking away this time. ”

"You are the heir to the ancient magic of the previous generation?" Owen changed the subject with some embarrassment.

Good fellow, it turns out that the owner of the underground vault hangs in his lounge.

It's really shameful that his funny experiences must have been seen by everyone.

"It's the heir of the previous generation." Dean Bridged explained, "She didn't want to stay in the test, so she had to work hard for me, a five-hundred-year-old man, to continue to guard this place." ”

"Leave the test?"

"You should know about the outer gods!" Dean Bridged's voice changed, and the smile on his face narrowed a little.

"In addition to the watchtowers left by ancient wizards, generations of heirs have also left their legacy." She said solemnly: "In order to allow latecomers to quickly grasp the power of ancient magic, the great magician, Merlin left this secret room at Hogwarts. Successive generations continued to consolidate the place, eventually evolving into what you see today. ”

"What exactly is the experience? What do I gain? ”

Let's be realistic, Owen said with fiery eyes.

With his strength, isn't it sprinkled to pass this test?

That's what the equipment is sent for free.

Dean Bridged saw the heat in Owen's eyes, and immediately sighed, this kid really doesn't look like they are from the academy, "The test of the heir is divided into three levels, the first two levels are tested by me, and the last level is left by the magic mentor Merlin himself, you don't need to go through three levels in a row, in fact, you can even not pass the level, if you are confident enough in your magic."

You can also choose to beat only one level and get a portion of the heir's treasure.

If you beat two levels. Then as the new heir, you are qualified to test the future generations. ”

"Merlin is also the heir to ancient magic?" Owen asked.

"Yes, he is also the heir, and the most powerful, and for fifteen hundred years, no heir has succeeded in solving the puzzle he left behind."

"Is it hard?" Owen said.

"No—nothing about magic." To be the master of the level, Dean Bridged obviously passed two levels, and Owen didn't believe that she would hold back her curiosity and continue walking, "That's why it's extremely difficult." ”

"Nothing about magic?"

"When you get to the door, you'll know what's behind the door. How do you want to try it? ”

"Wait, Dean, what you just said, for the test of the heir, can other wizards also be tested?" Owen asked suddenly.

"Of course - Hogwarts is taught. It's just that the heirs of the previous generation were unwilling to leave their portraits and did not supplement the magic of the secret room underneath, which led to the fact that no one entered here for nearly a hundred years, and in the past, many young wizards had accidentally broken into this place.

As long as you can find the corresponding key! ”

(End of chapter)