The two stopped talking.

Koyatl left the house that belonged to Owen and turned and plunged into the wasteland.

Owen, on the other hand, began to look up his head from his memory palace, looking for a way to get out of here.

It's not that hard.

In the memories that Dean Bridged had given him about ancient magic.

The most peculiar point of this magic is well documented.

The dean also mentioned it.

Where is his way home.

Ancient Magical Fundamentalism, Regression Principles.

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The room gradually became inaudible, except for the rustling of the breeze blowing through the windows.

But that was only temporary, as Owen began to calm down, and the wind outside the window gradually calmed down.

There is no concept of time in the illusion, maybe a second, maybe months.

Sometimes Owen would get bored chatting with Koyatl.

After all, it's too boring, and besides, the conversation is also to get information about the outer gods.

It was a good opportunity, because Irving could see that her psychological defenses were already fragile.

"What does it feel like to be noticed by an outer god?"

After combing through the magical knowledge that Dean Bridged had forced into his head, Owen left the house as well.

He relaxes his mind and begins to try to hack the environment.

On the field, a cool breeze blows.

He 'created' a table, like the coffee table on the streets of Paris.

Two armchairs, he sat on.

Now he especially likes the chair because it clings to the armrests and the cushions are soft enough.

"Concern?"

Owen's voice was like the wind, burrowing into her ears.

This is his primary concern.

"Imagine a place like this." Her cold voice, with a tone of amazement, said: "There is always night, and you dare not give up anticipation, it is the dawn that will never come." ”

She got up from the ground and sat down in another armchair, "I was scared of what was hidden in the dark when I was a kid, I was so stupid. She smiled self-deprecatingly, "What is in the dark, it's actually me who is afraid." ”

“.” Owen leaned on the armrest, a little inexplicably touched, which reminded him of a dream week, in the days when the Death Eaters were defeated, he also held such expectations, and finally drowned in the abyss of expectation, and he fell, but the world ushered in light, and the violence of the Death Eaters pushed the world to normal.

It turned out - he was the darkness.

"When I killed you, you saw that your eyes were blank, there was a scar between your eyebrows, and you felt like you had been tortured for many days? How? Can the Outer Gods still hurt you? ”

"You can't really influence reality." She continued, "He can only torture your spirit and make you sink into illusions.

Have you ever felt your skin squirming? It's like a thousand needles in every pore, and every vein is bleeding—"

"It's just tickling compared to torture."

In the most insipid tone, Koyatl tore open his most painful, bleeding wound and told him about it.

This made Owen immediately remember that he had been having nightmares lately and couldn't sleep.

This state of affairs seems to have started after he took Koyatl from the gods!

Could it be that at that time he was also cursed by the outer gods?

It's — quite possibly.

"Actually, I should have died a long time ago." "I don't understand why I'm the only one alive with so many subjects," she said. ”

"I think it was only given me a second life, so I can endure the torture because I don't take it for granted."

"Then how are you looking for death and life now?" Owen asked.

"Because survival means never resting, and I'm tired."

"Whether I'm tired or not, I'm often sleepy!" Owen lay flat in his armchair, looking up at the brilliant galaxy.

"But there's one thing you guessed wrong." After a moment he turned his head, "It wasn't the outer god that kept you alive. ”

"It's ancient magic, or rather, some kind of god that has approved of you, although I don't know why the virtual image of the Quetzalcoatl Society appears on you so clearly, but she confirms you, which is why you have ancient magic in your body."

Owen continued: "Not everyone can accept ancient magic, forcibly injected into the body, will only cause the flesh to run wildly in the direction of returning to the crucible of life, slight, such as fangs, scales, tails, horns, etc., and serious will directly collapse the flesh into a mass of blood-spraying sarcoma. ”

Victor is an expert in this area, and he has used ancient magic to transform countless creatures, and the seafood in the second exam was transformed by him and the other party.

"I'm guessing your childhood shadow is those sarcomas!" He said.

Responding to the fragments of her memories that she saw during the first exam.

The shattered glass jars, the blood and corpses all over the ground should have been left over from the biological transformation.

"Again." He sat up from his chair, and the wind blew through the wasteland, representing the waves that rose in his heart.

"Give me the information of the outer gods, and I will let you live."

"If you don't give it, you will die!"

The wind suddenly roared, blowing the fragments between Koyatl's eyebrows, flying wildly, and she suddenly stood up, looking at Owen with stunned eyes.

"Mortals can't defeat the outer gods, and people can't kill the gods! Even if it's you! ”

"What are you struggling with?" Her expression was a little excited, "Except for the previous Hufflepuff and Merlin, the average life expectancy of the others is less than twenty years old!" ”

"It's just a game, a game of the outer gods, and it's going to be funny to watch the ants struggle. And his pleasure is decreasing. ”

"Soon, soon, he will be back from the Exiles. Sanchez, if I were yours, I would never reveal my identity, and then spend my life comfortably with your brown-haired girl somewhere no.

If you have a lifetime left! Koyatl said coldly, stating the fact that the world was coming to an end.

But Owen, who heard the voice, did not show much change in expression. He still had the same nonchalant face.

"Really?" He said suddenly mockingly.

"At least before the world is destroyed, I can give the middle finger to that garbage god! And you will only run away. ”

"In the unlikely event that a visitor from another world digs up my body, he will surely be moved by my strong will to fight and indomitable fighting spirit, and then respond to me with the middle finger!"

"Hah!" Owen opened his arms, "What an interesting soul, and perhaps someone will shed tears for my noble soul!" ”

"Maniac!" Koyatl said.

"Crazy? How good it is to be a madman, without annoyance. He sang in a strange tone, and then walked briskly back to the house not far away.

"Love me walking alone in the dark alleys, love the way I don't kneel, love me to confront despair - and then laugh.

Go, deserve it, this handsome cloak

To the whimpering and roaring of that morning

I am definitely a hero in the light! ”

His voice echoed far and wide in this small world.

Full of pathological conceit and fearlessness.

Koyatl couldn't figure out why he could laugh at God's incompetence before the end of the world.

Who gave him courage?

Isn't that clear enough?

Are the mere means, the methods of torment, absolutely unbearable?

Why? This guy is still like this.

Why?

She can't figure it out, and she probably never will!

And Owen, who returned to the room, quickly discarded the garbage.

This is a unique skill of his, after being tormented by those spicy things in the week, he understands a truth, expired emotions and memories are junk files, reluctant to delete them, leaving only worries and fetters.

If he couldn't put down the story of the week, then he would never have a good laugh with Harry.

If he was worried about the outer gods destroying the world, he wouldn't be pursuing Miss Granger.

What if—if!

What the fuck there are so many ifs.

When the outer god comes, fuck it!

If you can't do it, you'll fuck you!

I want to have a ghost for so much!

It's better to learn two more spells.

So, Memory Palace – Launch!

Owen then began to devote himself to the basics of ancient magic.

It's an esoteric subject.

There are two main principles of fundamentalism – the principle of causality and the principle of regression.

This knowledge is very obscure, and it would take at least a few years for any other wizard to study it thoroughly, but Owen stands on the shoulders of giants.

Muggle shoulders.

Compared to the slow development of wizards, the development of Muggle philosophy was rapid and violent, and in the medieval theologian Thomas Aquinas's "five ways" proof of God's existence, he passed through the causal relationship of things, b is a cause, c is a cause, and d is a c-cause, and if there is such a causal chain, then there must be a first impulse, the so-called necessary ultimate cause, that is, God. (Different from the causal cycle as we understand it, he should say that it is a causal chain)

In the principle of causality, all things are interlocked, leaving a place for the first cause.

And bring it into the magic.

Ancient magic is the first cause deduced by the heirs.

All things begin with the great One, and from the One comes distinction.

And the principle of regression, its meaning refers to the eternal tendency of all things to converge, that is, magic always tends to converge, it is moving closer to ancient magic, this is a trend, it is an objective phenomenon, just like Muggles found out why apples fell to the ground instead of the sky, thus summing up the law of gravitation, wizards also found from magic that they are all moving closer to ancient magic, this regression principle.

No wonder - he can add ancient magic to normal spells, he messes up cause and effect, magic comes from ancient magic - of course it converges.

In this way, it should not be called ancient magic at all, but should be called primordial magic, essentia magic, origin magic, etc., which is more appropriate for its characteristics.

After understanding this truth in the illusion.

Owen began to focus on learning how to use these two properties of ancient magic to deduce the magic he wanted.

It's a very interesting process.

In the process, he began to discover that he didn't need to recite spells, but could deduce any spell directly using the causal principles of ancient magic, which would be cumbersome and unpractical, but the joy of this kind of research was intoxicating.

Soon he began to indulge in experiments with deriving spells.

In this process, Owen was able to deduce almost the entire history of the evolution of the spell that lasted for thousands of years, taking the simplest lock-picking spell - Alaho Cave Opening as an example.

Before he could deduce the spell, the original appearance of the door opening, the spell shattered the lock, but sometimes left a smoking hole in the keyhole.

In the previous form, it was 'Sesame Open Door', which directly ripped the door off the hinge and split it all into firewood.

The previous spells were very rough, not as subtle as the "Arajo Cave".

This kind of enchantment gives him a clear idea of how a spell develops. It's definitely the most powerful helper for inventing new spells and countering other spells.

For example, he could now try to deduce the Shadowless Reverse Spell.

Or - the Killing Curse?

Uh-huh – it's a big project, let's talk about it later.

Now it's important to get out of here first.

Then Owen began to devote all his energy to returning the spirit world to ancient magic.

As long as this world is returned to ancient magic, it will naturally disintegrate and disappear.

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"Farewell—friends, loved ones, lovers, and all the names of the mortal world that point to you."

And in reality.

In the kitchen chamber, where the Hufflepuff lady rests, a simple but tender funeral is taking place.

"Farewell—you have rested from the toil of the world, said goodbye to the world, and returned to heaven. Dear, may you always be happy on the other side. ”

In a solemn atmosphere, the red-haired Weasleys formed a circle.

They stood quietly on the ground where the malt grew and grew, remembering the sad and silently watching the people in the soil.

It was a mutilated body in a coffin.

Everywhere in addition to the members of the Weasley family, even Ron's parents and grandfather came.

Harry, Hermione, and the professors were watching.

After all, the wizard buried here, her identity is not only someone's mother, whose ancestor, but also the hero who saved Hogwarts and the wizarding world.

Her deeds should not be forgotten, but should be engraved in stone, and 10,000 years later, the world will still remember her.

"Shanie Maeve Weasley." Mr. Septimus Weasley held a yellowed parchment scroll in his hand and spoke in a serious and mournful voice about her exploits.

From her story, the wizards around her learned what this hero from hundreds of years ago had done for them.

"Your flesh may rot, but your spirit will live forever."

"May your descendants find solace in their sorrows."

Then the wizards present raised their wands.

The glow shone at the top of the wand, like a swarm of stars falling into the dust.

In the midst of the gloom, Mr. Septimus picked up a piece of earth and sprinkled it on the pure white coffin.

The funeral of a wizard is simple.

Compared to Muggle's, they simplified almost all unnecessary procedural steps.

The only difference is probably that at the funeral, relatives will break the wizard's wand and place it on the coffin, which is a long-standing tradition, and the broken wand heralds a complete farewell to the world.

From millennia ago to the present.

However, since it is a tradition, not all wizards will abide by it.

Some wizards will leave the wand of their elders for comfort.

Some are heirs, and no one has the right to break the wand of the deceased.

There are also wizards who will put their wands into the hands of the deceased intact and let them sleep together.

Hidden in this is their vision of the resurrection of the dead.

In short, a wand represents a certain connection between the wizard and this world, in the wizarding world, the wand is the most important weapon, ritual weapon, and underworld weapon, which almost connects the wizard with death, existence and nothingness.

And Shani's crystal wand, naturally Dumbledore will not let it break, or bury it.

It was, after all, the wand of the previous heirs, and perhaps there were deeper secrets that formalized what they needed and needed urgently.

And just like that, a simple funeral ended in a hurry.

After not lingering long, Dumbledore turned and left.

During this time, the wizarding world was not at peace, and since Grindelwald arrived in North America, more and more information was transmitted back to Hogwarts.

That's when they learned that attacks on wizards weren't unique to the UK.

The whole of North America is also in chaos, and the Purges are a more evil organization than the Death Eaters, because they want to clean up the wizards of all North America, and the Death Eaters are just to rule.

In this comparison, it seems that the Death Eaters have also become more righteous.

In addition to this, the Daily Prophet published several more disturbing reports.

Muggles found many Muggle corpses off the eastern coast of the island of Britain.

The new Muggle Prime Minister has also approached the Minister of Magic several times, as many of their citizens have disappeared for no apparent reason.

Anyway, Mr. Prime Minister put all the blame on the minister's head.

I heard that Mr. Crouch was still losing in a verbal argument with a certain knight who was then the secretary of the Cabinet, and he was suffocated in Downing Street anyway.

The Auror Command had to resume its high-intensity operation, which was another long overtime career after the World Cup.

"Professor!"

Dumbledore wasn't fast on his feet, so it wouldn't be difficult for Hermione to catch up with him.

"I want to visit the Saint-Goment Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries"

"Miss Granger, didn't you go yesterday?" The headmaster stopped, and said with a hint of worry on his face.

"Yesterday — it was yesterday, today."

"Alright, Miss Granger, I think the therapists at St. Goment's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries will have a solution, they are professional." The old headmaster comforted Hermione, but perhaps even he didn't believe it.

The curse rally that happened to Owen and Koyatl was anything but simple.

There has only been one rebound of the Killing Curse in history, and that was when Harry's mother's love rebounded Voldemort's Death Curse.

(End of chapter)