After dinner, Owen urged Hermione to go back to bed.

They are all too tired, mental.

But Owen can be sure that tonight will be a sleepless night for the professors.

He watched Hermione walk up the spiral staircase and watched her walk up to the eighth floor, instead of turning his head and slipping into the library on the second floor.

When Miss Granger's emaciated figure disappeared completely at the end of the spiral staircase.

Owen walked in silence and walked alone to the entrance of the library on the second floor.

The library at Hogwarts is very large and has several floors, and the *** area is located on the fifth floor.

By this time, the library had long since closed.

But this is not difficult for Owen, in fact, the door of the library is to read: Alajo can be opened when the cave is opened.

It's hard not to guess that the professor actually encourages the little wizard to come out in the middle of the night to roll in.

tiptoed through the ban in the *** area.

With traces of ancient magic, Owen once again returned to the most hidden places of the castle.

Underground Vault.

Or - Merlin's Chamber of Secrets

In the underground Golden Dome Auditorium, at the very center of a forest.

On the stone platform, in the huge mirror, Professor Bridged's portrait was smiling at him.

Sure enough, she was very happy that Owen was able to solve the Weasley puzzle.

In fact, she had been searching for traces of her ancestor, Shanee Weasley.

But there was no clue.

It wasn't until after her own death, when a new heir appeared a hundred years ago, that she told herself the secrets of the kitchen.

This made Professor Bridged very ashamed, as the head of Hufflepuff, she had no insight into the greatest secrets left by Miss Hufflepuff.

The elves in the castle don't just serve the little wizards.

They actually have another identity, and that is the Lady Hufflepuff's grave keeper.

It's just that over time, for more than a thousand years, the vicissitudes of life.

There is only one elf left who can remember his true mission, and the others are reduced to house-elves.

The reason for this is not only the wizards.

The main thing is that these elves today are not directly related to the elves of thousands of years ago.

Because for more than a thousand years, every few years, house-elves outside will be kicked out of their homes by pure-blood wizards for various reasons, and finally taken in by Hogwarts.

These house-elves have passed on their slave minds like a virus to other elves, and perhaps this is the real reason why they have forgotten their mission.

As a Hufflepuff, Dean Bridged never paid attention to the elves around her while she was alive.

She was ashamed that her grandmother, who was a Gryffindor, had learned the true meaning of Hufflepuff.

- Be kind to your humblest friend.

She is more qualified than herself, the Hufflepuff Dean, to be called the successor to the Hufflepuff will.

"Good evening, Professor." Owen propped up the trunk of the tree that stood in his way, then jumped onto the stone platform.

"Good evening, little Guduo, it looks like you're growing!" Dean Bridged was full of spring breeze, she hadn't been happier in hundreds of years.

"Uh-"

Don't panic, all the wonderful Hufflepuff tropes do.

Professor Sprout also spends his days caring about whether they are fertilizing (eating well) or pruning their leaves (cutting their hair), etc.

"Very good! It's not shocking, it's very much like I was back then." She spoke softly, but there was something like Ron's bragging.

At this time, Owen realized that the other party was a member of the Weasley family.

"Thank you, Owen, for fulfilling one of my wishes."

Regarding the test, the previous heir can be set up as he pleases, and she asked Owen to find the Weasley family's treasure, which is selfish.

"Suddenly feeling a little sad." Dean Bridged smiled, her long red hair, long and straight, and her shawl, which made her look very dignified, "Alright, it's time for you to claim your prize."

With that, Dean Bridged's slender fingers lifted lightly, and a silver light gathered from the painting, and finally sank into Owen's eyebrows.

In an instant, a bomb exploded in his head.

Massive memories flooded into his consciousness, almost turning him into an idiot, and his head seemed to be swollen and painful as if it was about to flow out of his nose.

And this lasted for more than ten minutes before the feeling finally ended.

This memory is a vast mixture, including the combat experience of previous generations, intelligence, and the use of ancient magic.

Owen didn't have time to understand so much.

He just glanced at the previous heirs' mastery of ancient magic.

Honestly, he's like a frog at the bottom of a well at the moment

Owen always thought that ancient magic was similar to a buff, but in fact, as long as he mixed a little ancient magic into it when he cast a spell, the power of the spell would increase several times.

And now he knew that ancient magic and wizard magic were two parallel lines, each with its own spell-casting skills and spell effects.

It should not be mixed up at all, as it will only obscure the true use of ancient magic.

"I know you have a split brain right now." The portrait of Dean Bridged seems to have dimmed.

However, she still mobilized her magic power and cast an unknown spell, and suddenly Owen's head lightened, how to say that feeling, as if someone had sorted the garbage in the trash can into wet garbage, dry garbage, and hazardous garbage.

Although the total amount has not decreased, it looks much neater.

"Whew—it's so much more comfortable." Owen shook his head.

At this moment, memory is like building a palace, and every house and corridor has a corresponding memory.

And when he needs it, he just needs to find it separately.

"But I have to warn you, Owen." Dean Bridged's expression suddenly became serious.

"I can feel that you're carrying more and more weight than we do. With the absence of an heir in the past hundred years, the power of the outer gods has reached an unprecedented peak.

From Merlin to a hundred years ago, the power of Shan has never been so effective in reaching our world.

It is foreseeable that you will encounter countless times more enemies than we are.

This is unprecedented.

Owen, you must find as many anchors as possible to invade this world and destroy it before heading to the Divine Grant Tower to face the Outer Gods, and while this cannot be done once and for all, it will slow down the continued growth of the Outer Gods' power, and perhaps weaken it. After all, only power cannot be generated out of thin air, and every anchor point requires a huge amount of mana, and destroying the anchor point may be an effective means of weakening it."

「.」 Owen rubbed his temples, and although the memory palace was spectacular, the swelling in his head was still there, only weakened a lot.

"What. Anchor?" He asked weakly.

"People—" she said, then explained in more detail, "you can't enter our world as you should know—but through the Blur

The so-called blurred illusion is a state between life and death. It appears inside the human mind and is both real and illusory.

There, you may see your relatives or acquaintances, and there are many scenes, and the illusion will reflect the most inner appearance of a person.

The outer gods will use the mouths of their loved ones to bewitch you when you are most unprepared. Whatever the purpose, once you have received the power of the Gods, you will be completely reduced to a vessel for the outer gods, which is like a parasite that sticks to your soul and receives sustenance from your thoughts and emotions.

Such an anchor was born, the Outer God Society

Through your eyes, your senses, understand everything in this world. More likely, let him find the divine tower of the gods and destroy the spear that is preventing him from invading our world. Once a large number of Divine Towers are destroyed, we have no chance of winning against the gods."

"Humans can't kill the gods, even if they are heirs."

"Wait-" Suddenly Owen cried out with a frown, "Blurred Vision—I seem to remember this."

Before, Mr. Charon seemed to be

"What's wrong?" Dean Bridged saw his confusion and asked.

"Before..." As he spoke, Owen told him about his encounter with Charon in the Centaur tribe.

"He said that if I destroy some altars, I will be able to stop the outer gods from coming. You're asking me to protect the Divine Tower now, and he's going to let me destroy it, and I'm a bit schizophrenic, so what the hell am I going to follow? Are the altars, towers, and divine towers the same thing?"

「.」 Dean Bridged looked at him solemnly, "I just said that the outer gods will use the mouths of their relatives to bewitch you when you are most unprepared."

"What do you mean?"

"If you had to ask my opinion, all I could say was that I don't know." Dean Bridged continued, "The gods are a general term, and there are so many so-called gods, if any of them left a trail, like the centaur spirit space you are talking about, it is also possible.

But you need to be cautious and cautious, maybe that so-called Charon is actually an outer god?

Maybe the Kajon is real, and the outer gods are disguised as your mother, real and fake, mixed together?

Perhaps the tower he is referring to the Divine Tower, and he is tricking you into destroying the mark.

Perhaps he was referring to the towers and altars that were built by puppets to connect the outer gods in the dark ages of the pre-Merlin era?

You have to always remember that whatever you see in the spiritual realm cannot be fully trusted."

"But my ancient magic was blessed by the centaurs, before."

"Ancient magic is innate." Dean Bridged corrected him, "Before you were born, magic began to gather in your body. But it takes an opportunity to activate the magic, and most of it is when the mind fluctuates strongly.

Perhaps that Charon is really a projection of the outer gods, who invaded your spirit and thus inspired a rebellion against the ancient magic within you, and when he found out that you were the heir, he changed his mind and used a set of rhetoric to confuse you."

"Whew-" Owen's brows were about to twist together, so what should he believe?

"Perhaps, his so-called centaur blessing is the ancient magic that sparked in my body, and he is still a good man?"

"So—Owen, this is the scariest thing about the Outer Gods, and once you lose your defense, you can't even trust your own memories."

"So what should I do?" Owen grimaced, "About those anchors?"

He has always been a man of action, and instead of thinking about it himself, it is better to verify it himself, and he has to face the outer gods and see what means he has.

"Find those people." Dean Bridged said, "Most of the bewitched people are delirious and crazy because they have the whispers of the outer gods in their ears all day long, and it should not be difficult to find them—there is a solution in the ancient magic inheritance just now, and that is the method developed by Merlin."

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> "Delirious, insane?" Owen's face froze, "That's like Voldemort."

"But Dean, times have changed!"

"Maybe there were very few such madmen in your time, but now the streets are full of such madmen."

「.」

"There aren't many Death Eaters who are sane enough to act insane."

「.」

Abbot Bridged was aware of the organization, and her portraits at Hogwarts were not limited to the Chamber of Secrets, but to other places, such as the Hufflepuff common room, where she had heard young wizards talk about Death Eaters

。

"It's a bit of a problem—" she frowned, "but there's another way."

"What way."

"Hmm—" Dean Bridged sighed.

Then the serious expression on her face gradually disappeared, and her expression changed from strict to cold, and she said, "For the sake of the world, I have to ask these madmen to die!"

She said gently, with a hint of cruelty in the corners of her eyes, "Kill when you see the enemy, this is the heir, inherit this power, and walk with the killing, although it is a little cruel, but for the world, it is better to kill a hundred by mistake than to let go of one."

"Hmm-" Owen smiled slightly, "I like this method!"

It seems that although the Hufflepuff Dean in front of her, a member of the Weasley family, seems to be amiable, her position should belong to the evil of order.

Unscrupulous in order to achieve the end - perhaps there is another reason for her such character.

Owen remembered the heir who had died in the place where the Hufflepuff lady rested.

What a tragic end she had. This is definitely the one in front of him.

But—he kind of liked her a little.

"Oh! That's right, Professor." Since talking about ancient magic, Owen naturally thinks of Koatelle Stewart, who also has this ancient magic in her, although it is only a small amount, but it is also curious.

Could it be that there was another way to obtain ancient magic?

"Isn't there any other way to get ancient magic?"

"Huh?" Dean Bridged looked at him, "Have you met someone else with ancient magic?"

"Yes."

After hearing Owen's affirmative reply, the professor fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, he spoke again, "I thought you wouldn't encounter those cruelties until you graduated from Hogwarts."

"Owen, what do you think ancient magic is?"

Suddenly, she asked a question.

"Huh?" Owen thought for a moment, "I thought it was a legacy left by the gods to ward off the outer gods, but now—what do you mean, they didn't create it, but it has been there since ancient times?"

"You're smart enough to think of it easily—in these days, we've always called ancient magic, and ancient magic called this power. It seems to be magic from ancient times. But it's not." Dean Bridged poured out slowly, "'The name Ancient Magic comes from the inscription in the Divine Grant Tower, which is a translation of the original Lune, and the simple understanding is that the wizards of Zeus and Apollo also called it: Ancient Magic.

In the past, the stars sent blue meteors to the world, along with their destruction, which is said to have turned into the first magic – as recorded in the inscription of the original Divine Tower on Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula.

In the study of later heirs, especially Merlin, we know at least that primordial magic reached a certain climax at some point, which corresponds to the god-making process in the mainstream wizarding world, when a group of wizards began to abandon the title of "wizard" and call themselves "godmen".

It was a time of abundance, but unfortunately it was fleeting."

「.」

Owen was stunned when he heard the mythical story, and he could guess what happened after that with his heels.

It is nothing more than that the cake has become smaller and the number of people eating the cake has increased.

It's just that he didn't expect this to involve the origins of magic.

"All of the above is a translation of the original rune of the Divine Tower." Dean Bridged said in a hollow voice, as if the elders were telling the younger ones an old mythical story.

"Translation?"

"Stains." Owen smashed his mouth, and when he heard it, he didn't look very reliable.

The devil knows if it's true or not.

"Yes, we don't know much about history, everything that is known comes from the translation of the inscriptions, but that's not the point, there is a huge amount of magic in the Divine Grants Towers around the world, if anyone wills

Breaking in, although this situation is almost impossible to happen, but the world is so big that if someone really breaks in, then it is possible for that person to obtain some of the magic power, of course they can't use it, but there may be abnormal changes in the body."

"Ancient magic has exaggerated the physiology of organic matter?" Owen suddenly remembered Victor's words, which he always put on his lips.

"Well, that's right."

"What kind of mutation? Is it obvious?" Owen asked.

"The Crucible Hundred Phases stimulates the blood of magical animals in the wizard's body, and grows the appearance of animals, such as bud horns and the like. It's a dark history that spans hundreds of years, but it doesn't mean anything to you."

"Bud Horn?" Owen touched his chin, he didn't see any signs of mutation in Koyatl Stewart.

"The second way is that you can offer to give the other person ancient magic, which involves the principle of causality of ancient magic, which is one of the fundamentalist principles that make up the ancient magic spells, which make everything interlock."

"Huh? What is the principle of causality? What fundamentalist principle? Why does this sound like math?"

"You'll need to spend time learning the knowledge you've just been given. This is very important."

Dean Bridged didn't explain, but continued, "As for the third way—"

——————

The other side.

In the principal's office.

The cabinet with the Sorting Hat opened automatically, and an obsidian-like meditation basin floated in midair.

Gray-black light, scattered in the silver water.

The cold tone shone on Professor Dumbledore's face, which made him look very mysterious and serious.

The last vestiges of memory in Xia Ni's body had been poured into the meditation basin by him.

That churning black is a person's memory.

Just now he went through that memory.

Victor was right.

The memories are messy, and the continuous beating of multiple scenes has no relevance at all.

But Dumbledore still saw some disgusting images from these memories, both bloody and betrayal.

He saw a silver-haired woman celebrating the birth of her child, which was her most important memory and the first scene.

When the woman saw that the child had red hair, not silver, the happiness in the corners of her eyes could be clearly felt by the old principal who was watching.

He saw a shameful betrayal, and the goblins threatened the child with cold and cruel exchange for her flesh and blood.

He saw a mother with tears streaming down her cheeks, holding her cursed child with her remaining right arm.

He saw the witch on crutches with only one leg still betrayed by her best friend, and a long-sought dagger stabbed into her defenseless body.

He saw that the most evil, the most ***, and the most despised things in human nature were constantly staged.

He saw a hero who led wizards to victory in the elven war, had her limbs broken, her eyes gouged out, her entrails eaten, and finally their reputation tarnished.

Even Dumbledore, even him, a legendary wizard who had been through the storm and was accustomed to cruelty and blood, felt powerless and angry.

"Whew!"

The professor held the edge of the meditation basin with both hands, his face pale.

Some people may not be worth saving, but this world is worth it.

Even a flower, a grass, or a beam of sunshine is sometimes more valuable than a soul.

It seems - he was right in his judgment, and the truth about the heir must not be made public.

In the general public, there is an abyss.

Others are hell.

———— back to the underground chamber.

Owen had a sneer on his face.

He had probably guessed something, after all, the elblin's movements were too obvious, those altars, sacrificial magic, and so on.

Today it was just from the mouth of Dean Bridged

It's just been affirmed.

"Dean, about the second test."

"I think you'll need to at least grasp the fundamentalist principles of ancient magic before you can take the next test. Based on your talent, I think by this time next year, you'll probably be able to move on to the next stage."

"Huh?" Owen was a little disappointed, "It's going to take so long, I think I'll be able to master it in a month or two."

Hearing this, Dean Bridged didn't hit him, but a smile spread across his face again, "You can try it first, and if you don't understand anything, you can ask the portrait in the Hufflepuff common room, if it's just for pointers."

"Okay." With that, Owen waved his hand at Dean Bridged, he was a little tired.

It's spiritual.

He then turned and left the underground chamber, returned to the Hufflepuff common room in the dark, climbed into bed, and fell asleep.

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