"Could it be that Aixis is a member of the Order of the Gods, who has covered up the true Divine Tower and built the castle of Azkaban on the outer layers?"

Owen had reason to be skeptical.

In fact, the gods are not stupid, and it is impossible to erect the Divine Grant Tower in the wilderness.

The Tower of Allegation never exists in this world, such as the last location, the Tower of Albert that Owen found in the cave where Voldemort buried his Horcruxes.

It requires ancient magic to open the door, and then the magic of the tower itself will 'teleport' the wizard into the tower.

As for the obelisk of the maelstrom, it was probably an accident, and it may have been the intervention of the outer gods that caused it to be revealed, as no wizard had ever found any towers in the maelstrom before.

Owen even had reason to suspect that the Divine Tower had 'fallen'.

"Whew!" He took a deep breath.

It's really a difficult world, how can it leak everywhere!

The thought of that maelstrom gave him a headache.

Underneath the globe model is a huge spiral staircase.

He stepped up the stone steps and walked slowly down.

The stairs were so deep that Owen felt like he had walked for at least three or four minutes.

"Fluorescent flicker!"

A few fireflies fell from Owen's fingertips.

He saw a platform, and there were more than a dozen alchemy golems on the walls of the platform, but Owen didn't feel the presence of magic, and he didn't know how long it had been deserted, and those puppets had long since lost power.

Further on, he found himself in what appeared to be a huge cave. Overhead are huge stalactites, and in front of them is a ten-foot-wide bridge that connects to the doorway that has been carved out of the mountain.

The sound of a huge stream of water rushing under the bridge is thought to be the same river as the water in the square.

Cross the bridge and come to the courtyard.

"Ultimate Fluorescent Scintillation"

A few fluorescent lights were dropped.

The darkness shrouded in darkness suddenly unraveled its mystery.

It's a huge library!

Countless platforms, cascading down in a stepped shape.

There are stone stairs leading to the ground, and on both sides of the stone stairs, in the excavated mountains, are all placed with books.

The fluorescence went downward, and it floated for a full minute, but I couldn't see the bottom.

One can imagine how huge this underground library really is.

Owen guessed that almost the entire mountain had been hollowed out and made into a library — no — not just books.

He threw out more than a dozen clusters of fluorescents, increasing as the area irradiated by the light.

Owen thinks this should be a warehouse.

Aside from books, there were as many miscellaneous things as those books, and his magic radar was about to explode.

Countless powerful magic fluctuations were like twinkling stars in the night, and Owen couldn't count how many there were for a moment.

"I'd like to call this Miss Granger's Happy House."

Walk down the stone steps and pick up the book next to you - "Listening: The Divine Favor".

Turned a few pages.

The words filled with a strong religious flavor made Owen frown again and again, but he still endured his temperament and quickly flipped through the whole book.

Basically, this is a religious book about the gods enlightening mortals, giving them magical powers, and dividing between sin and justice, and of course there are heirs on it, but it is clear that they are classified as hellish demons.

In addition, it is also a book about the history of the founding of the city called 'Ionian City' and traditional culture.

The effect is almost the same as the Muggle roadside 'Liszqu Garden' and 'Waterfront Mansion'.

The main first-hand IQ test.

But this book is not without merit. At least Owen understood the role of the gold disc in the square and the meaning behind the sacrifice.

In ancient times, at least a few hundred years ago, disc sacrifice was a reward, and it represented the sacred.

The implication is that the spirit enters the kingdom of God, and the body is still driven by God.

At that time, only those who had made a great contribution to the Order could be given this ceremony.

It's completely different from the current Miscellaneous Generator.

Okay - Owen really can't help but complain.

And behold – what kind of spirit this is!

Zero Zero Seven alive, dead body has to continue to work for the gods!

As for the soul - it is estimated that it was chewed up by the outer gods in one bite. (He guessed)

Where to find such employees!

Such workers are simply role models and benchmarks for leeks.

After dropping the book.

Picked up another one.

This one is indeed a magic book.

There were a few good spells on the record, but—to Owen, it wasn't much use, he had enough of the ancient spells. Unless it's a very subtle spell, he's a little unsightly of the rest.

Throw it away again.

Pick up another one.

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It's like a labyrinth of warehouses underneath.

Owen wandered around for days.

In the process, he also encountered some good things, but most of them were useless to him.

Times are always advancing, and although the progress of magic is not so obvious compared to the green stocks in the stock market.

But all in all, it's spiraling.

As a result, many of the magic in this library has a good alternative to spells in modern times.

Aside from a few powerful dark arts, the rest of the regular magic is not very useful, and is valuable as a reference book for the history of magic.

Of course, in addition to the value of these books, they also have value in their own right, which is called the value of heritage, and for some magic schools, these books are treasures, and they are the ladder of students' progress.

For example: a new school of magic like Ilvermorny.

Little by little, time passed.

Owen couldn't remember how long he had been here, but he slept when he was sleepy and ate when he was hungry.

It was as if this underground warehouse tempted him.

One day, I don't know if it's day or night.

Owen wandered around a corner that had not been set foot in for hundreds of years, and found a withered corpse next to a collapsed book.

Because the drying of the storehouse would slow down the rate of decay, Owen couldn't tell whether the dried corpse in front of him was dead for two hundred years or four hundred years.

The corpse was dressed in the standard uniform of the deity recorded in the books, and although it had decayed, the milky white fabric and the ring of runi braided with gold thread could still be faintly seen.

Owen was naturally not interested in their costumes, but he was very interested in the corroded Ruwen magic stone wrapped around the corpse's neck.

A hundred years later, this magic stone still exudes magic.

But not its magic.

Owen picked up the magic stone and easily crushed it, revealing a white stone inside.

He recognized it at a glance as a 'keystone'.

It is the same type of magic item as the road stone that opened the Haze.

In his past few days of flipping through the books, these two things have been introduced.

The Keystone is a key that opens the door to certain spells, usually held by members of the Council of Seven of the Gods.

Then the identity of this dried corpse is clear, a councillor of Ionian City.

A councilor, through time, Owen seems to see the high behind the sacred veil, such a person would inexplicably die here?

After a careful search of the body.

Beneath its decaying robes, he found a book.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a book as much of a manuscript, an accurate and detailed architectural drawing that recorded the core mysteries of the great underground warehouse of Ionia.

A hall deep beneath the city of Ionia, a vein called the 'Canopy'.

Produces something called 'essentia crystal'.

"Essentia crystals?" All of a sudden, Owen grabbed the knuckle of the matter.

Ancient magic, also known as primordial magic, in places where ancient magic is extremely strong, magic will exist in the form of flowing water, this crystal - could it be the crystallization of ancient magic?

"No wonder a city is built here, it turns out that there is a treasure buried underground!" He sighed, then glanced at the dried corpses on the ground.

He turned around and left the place.

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On the other side, Sirius was missing from the squares of Ionian City.

There were a dozen Muggles along with them.

The rest have been stuck here for five or six days.

Although nothing happened to them this time because Sirius had enough food to challenge the bottom line of human nature, being trapped here was not an option.

They had also tried to find a way out, but the Ionia was built on the bottom of a valley surrounded by several peaks, and some Muggles tried to climb over those mountains, only to be frightened back by the bottomless cliffs behind the peaks.

Muggles live in the city these days, and luckily there are plenty of places to stay, and they have more than enough for each person to live in a house. It didn't create any confusion.

"It can't go on like this."

The old man in the Muggles sent a signal of crisis.

It is true that they cannot go on like this, because food is limited after all, and no matter how frugal they are, in two days, they will have to eat up the rest of the food.

"The one who left before - the wizard." The old man seemed reluctant to pronounce the term, "He said that if he couldn't come back, let's go find another one." ”

"Looking for another one?" Everyone fell silent.

If it had been four days ago, they would have been vehemently opposed, who didn't see how that young man was torturing those livestock.

If it had been three days ago, they would have objected, after all, no one wants to be in danger, especially the unknown.

If it was two days, a day ago, they would only call out two sentences, and it would be enough to be worthy of those dead souls.

Now—hehe—someone is already looking at the French mother who is holding the girl in her arms.

"Why me." The woman said irritably, with fear and anger in her eyes.

"Because your daughter is also a wizard, those two said it themselves." There was a shout from the crowd.

"That's right, that's right, your daughter caused the ground to stir before, are you all blind when we are?"

"That's it! They are all of the same kind, and he will definitely not take his daughter's life. ”

The noise in the crowd grew louder and louder.

The woman glared angrily at the grass on the wall, and when her daughter suddenly burst out with mysterious powers, they had taken them one by one as if they were the Virgin Mary, the Lord, performing miracles.

But now it's like a used cloth, disgusting it, complaining about it, and just wanting it to leave his sight.

"You can't be so selfish."

"That's right, you think about us too."

The cacophony of voices beats at the heartstrings of the woman, she can't hear all the words clearly, she knows a little English, enough for everyday communication.

As for Spanish and Italian, I don't understand it at all.

But it didn't matter if she didn't understand, just the disgusted expressions on the faces of those people, and a few of them being translated in French, were enough for her to understand what was happening in front of her.

"Mom~" (French)

"I'm so uncomfortable."

At this moment, in her arms, the girl's weak voice sounded.

She was in a very bad state, her face was pale, and a thin layer of black mist emanated from her body.

The black mist seemed to be made up of tiny particles, and it was spreading all over the girl's body.

"It's okay, mom is here, mom is here!" The woman turned into a lion and stared viciously at the people around her.

These people made eye contact with the woman's gaze.

Then his expression became unnatural.

Some embarrassment, and even more unclear conscience.

As a mother, she has an instinct that she has to calm her child and not have emotional fluctuations.

This is the experience I have summed up these days.

So—she left the square at once, and went to the place where no one was, toward the most splendid building in the distance.

On the other side, Owen, who continued to walk back and forth in the large underground warehouse of Ionia, finally found a passage to the vein that produced essentia crystals with the drawings in his hand.

In the cobweb-like passageway, Owen found the corpses of many gods.

They seem to have fought with people here, but Owen didn't see the wounds on their bodies.

This is normal, the wizard's methods are varied, and Avada will not leave any more wounds on his body.

But it's here to fight the Divine Ones—this is their home base!

Could it be that there is infighting?

Owen didn't know why, the past history was like a quagmire, and he didn't have the ability to find a thread out of the quagmire.

There are more and more dried corpses around.

It's like a tide of corpses.

Together, they are facing the deeper part of the passage.

Finally, after ten minutes of walking, he saw a glass gate.

The door has a groove that can be embedded in the keystone.

The dried corpses on the ground were piled up and pasted on top of the gate. The dry arms like firewood knocked on the glasses, the pupils without eyes on their faces were wide open, and their mouths were shouting, like abandoned children abandoned by the world, and it could be seen from their posture and movements that they wanted to enter the gate, and they were eager to get in.

Owen pulled out his wand and tried to move the dried corpses somewhere.

At this moment, suddenly there was a cold magic behind him.

"Ultimate Defense!"

"Divided!"

Subconsciously, he turned around and cast a defensive spell, and in the interval, he also threw out a splitting spell.

Gray magic slammed into the black mist-like shadows.

With a "bang", the black mist exploded like particles.

"Uh-silently?"

The black ribbon-like mass that came was actually a silent one.

"What's going on up there?"

When the little girl was rescued, her expression was still normal, and the silent person only turned into silent when her emotions were out of control.

So above, it should have happened that made the girl emotionally out of control.

"Tsk—that's a nuisance."

Owen whispered.

Then he stirred his wand, and the tip of the crystallized wand suddenly spit out a lot of white mist.

The mist floated slowly, enveloping the mass silently at a strange speed that looked slow, but was actually very fast.

"Calm down!"

The mist began to shrink, and the mass fell silent, followed by a terrible, inhuman roar, followed by a frenzied surge.

But it didn't work.

Owen is experimenting with a new technique for using ancient magic.

In mid-air, the silent struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally it fell smoothly to the ground, twitching, and gathered together to reunite into the little girl.

"Sure enough—the Patronus Charm works!" The corners of the boy's mouth slowly raised.

As we all know, magic is the power of emotions.

Most spells are emotional, and so is Silence, a parasitic magical force known as Silence that inhabits their bodies. This strength comes from their intense feelings of pain.

And the Patronus Charm is the most powerful spell in magic that outputs positive emotions, and he just had the Patronus to appease Silent Ran, making Silent Ran turn back into human form.

The theory may seem easy to say, but in reality, there are almost no people in the wizarding world who can use Patronus in this way, and perhaps only the heirs can do it with the blessing of ancient magic.

On the other side, the panicked little girl was staring at Owen in horror with a pair of gray eyes.

"Mom - help!" (French)

That little face, I really feel sorry for her, but it's a pity that she met Owen.

"At this time, I know to call Mom. Tell you, it's useless! (French)

Rushing over, Owen, who pinched the girl's cheek, smiled hideously.

After some ravage, he pulled a bottle of potion out of his pocket.

"Drink it or I'll beat you!"

Faced with the intimidation of this humanoid devil in front of her, the little girl was so frightened that she could only take the potion tremblingly, and then held it with both hands, sobbing and breaking the cork and cork.

What a thing! How! I can't break it!

The girls who were getting more and more anxious were about to cry.

But even with all her strength, the cork didn't move even a bit.

And so it was - back and forth for a full two minutes.

Finally she lost her strength, holding the dark green potion bottle in both hands, and looked up at him.

"You can't even unscrew this!"

"What stupid!" Owen snatched the potions vial from her hand.

"It's not hard to pull!" He said, "You've got to turn around!" ”

As he spoke, Owen gripped the glass bottle with his left hand, held the cork with his right hand, and twisted it vigorously. Didn't open.

“？？？”

No, it's not right - it must be the buddy's way of opening it in the wrong way, try again in a different direction.

Still not open

"Hmm-"

Owen was instantly deflated, and he was so angry that he directly used all his strength, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and his eyes widened and rounded, but unfortunately the cork still didn't move.

"I, Nima—"

There is an Arabic proverb that says it well - you can't get angry casually, because when you get angry, you will use your true skills, so that others will know that your true skills are terrible!

The current Owen is about in this state.

(End of chapter)