The stone pillars in the pool slowly lost their charm, like an old machine finally stopping turning gears.

As he said before, the stone pillar cannot be taken out.

After so many years, it has long since merged with the World Tree.

All Owen could do was turn it off as much as he could.

Now he finally understood why Ionia City kept digging down, this was to dig the World Tree, and at this depth, it was estimated that it was almost to the belly of the main trunk of the World Tree.

"World Tree!"

Owen chuckled, what a big reputation.

Unexpectedly, at the node of their journey, they would encounter such a legendary magical plant.

Mmmm, if Professor Sprout were here, he would be happy.

This legendary creation-level plant derived from the Nine Realms is simply the ultimate treasure in herbalism!

Owen could guess what Professor Sprout's first words were.

The professor will surely say, "Owen - go and find out if there are any seeds." ”

She definitely wanted to cultivate a World Tree of her own.

Just as Hagrid had a paranoid love for Fantastic Beasts, Snape had a paranoid love for Harry's mom, and Sirius had a paranoid love for Harry's dad

Professor McGonagall has a paranoid love for young wizards, and Professor Flitwick has a paranoid love for duels

The professors at Hogwarts are more or less mentally disturbed.

They all have something bigoted.

Professor Sprout, on the other hand, is obsessed with all sorts of magical plants, dangerous or rare.

In fact, as the Hufflepuff wizard who spent the longest time in the greenhouse, Owen was qualified to say that Professor Sprout and Hagrid were almost indistinguishable in bigots.

The only difference is that most magical plants do not have long legs, so the little wizards do not have a very high perception of them, in fact, some magical plants are not necessarily much more friendly than dark magical beasts.

Oh my God, how could a professor of herbs allow a little wizard to plant in a greenhouse, and if he is bitten, he will lose arms and legs, or he will die if he is dead!

Oh – it has been allowed by generations of herb professors

That's fine.

I have to say, this is Hogwarts.

A magic school where the safety of young wizards' lives is severely tested at all times.

Leave aside the aura of magic – it takes a lot of courage to come to school.

After all, in the seven years of your study and life, the tragedy of a broken arm and leg is even more normal than eating and drinking, and it is more serious, similar to being cursed, with acne on your face, herpes on your body, being suddenly attacked and unable to get out of bed for a few days, or being unable to speak for a few days when your tongue and throat are sealed.

Even if you're lucky enough to avoid it.

It is also possible to be drugged because of being handsome or pretty.

Aphrodisiacs, a potion that can trample on one's will, are everywhere in the castle, and you can imagine that it would not be too easy for students to really want to do something evil.

In short, at Hogwarts, it is important to remember that life is a mess, and the bed in the dormitory, no matter how comfortable, is only a temporary residence.

The beds in the Hogwarts Infirmary are your permanent home!

Shaking his head, Owen left the school behind.

Luckily - he didn't have to worry about that.

Although he has never caught a trace of a secret rotten girl organization in the castle, this is just Ah Q's spirit, the spiritual victory method, except for disgusting him, it can't cause any actual damage.

Turn your head to look at the passage into the cave.

After losing the nourishment of the World Tree, those dead bodies finally stopped reviving, and one by one they were like burned dust, and after they landed, they turned into dust and became the nourishment of the tree.

They have been seizing the energy of the World Tree all their lives, and they can only say that they deserve such an end.

"Home, home, home!" Stretching, Owen stepped out of the pool, "I haven't had a good night's sleep in days." I'll have to make up for it today. ”

Stretching his body, Owen picked up Shylock, who was playing with the water in the pool.

There was a branch floating in the water, and this guy was standing on the branch slowly, staring at the reflection under him, touching it with his paws from time to time, and thinking about it, he simply stood up on his hind feet, and his two front paws stood up high, putting on a fierce expression, intimidating the reflection in the water

Of course, with this cat's IQ, it is impossible not to know that the reflection on the water is just its shadow.

So Owen believes more that it's in stinky beauty, posing.

With his right hand, he picked up the beauty-loving cat and picked it up along with its little stick.

Bakar flew back, gasping and landing on his head, two paws patting his head as if in silent protest, the dragon's breath that had just lasted was exhausting it.

Seriously, he was really reluctant to go.

There are so many treasures in the Great Underground Warehouse in Ionia that it is equivalent to the size of a complete Hogwarts warehouse, and he is only touring around a very small area these days.

It's like having a treasure in front of him, and he can only take a part of it, and the area is very uncomfortable.

"Forget it, let's come back later." With some resentment, Owen grabbed Shylock, and then, with the two of them, apparition and disfigured, left the place.

When the surrounding scenery was clear again, Owen saw the cold ice rain drifting indiscriminately in the sky.

Hold up the umbrella of magic.

The sudden cold wind made him shiver.

The cat was definitely deliberate, it was able to take them directly back to the camp, but it deliberately took them to the snowy mountains.

"You go back first, I still have something to do." Owen glanced into the distance, at the lake.

But I remembered the lilac sea in my mind.

The monstrous flesh sun.

"Where are you going?" Sirius was perceptive, and he bluntly said, "The maelstrom? I warn you, that place is very dangerous. ”

"Glorious mission." Owen looked at the dog godfather and suddenly smiled: "Although most missions are burdens, not honors, believe me, I don't want to bear this burden at all, seriously, even if the outer gods devour this world, what does it have to do with me?" I can drive a rocket away from Earth with Miss Granger, or whoever I want to take with me. Magic is enough for me on a spaceship, on Mars, on Europa, even Proxima Centauri, on the South River, on Betelgeuse, the universe is so big, what can he do as a little outer god?

Outer gods? Hehe-shame, it's funny, compared to the galaxy, a minion can call himself a god, even if he can blow up the earth with a spell? God? What a laugh out of the big teeth! ”

Owen babbled, with intense contempt and mockery in his tone, and he woke up the dozing tool dragon again.

"It's Dumbledore who doesn't want to see this world destroyed, it's Grindelwald, my grandfather doesn't want to see this world destroyed, it's Miss Granger who doesn't want to see this world destroyed, I don't want to bear this burden at all, but it's something I have to do.

My business can only be my business. ”

"So, don't follow me next, if you don't want to be a burden to me."

In the next second, the fire dragon roared and soared into the nine skies.

Owen stood at the top of the hill and jumped down, and Buckle caught him.

Then he waved his arm, and even the raindrops paused at this moment.

"Oh, yes. My big toy, remember to bring my big toy back. High in the sky, Owen's voice was like a wave.

The dragon flying in the sky paid no attention to the shouts of the man on the top of the snowy mountain.

It is difficult for those who do not possess ancient magic to resist the outer gods.

Inadvertently, as Owen said, he became a burden.

——————

The speed of the fire dragon is not fast, even Bakar, who has a special bloodline, compared to those magical animals that were born to fly, its speed is simply ghostly.

He cast a phantom charm on his body to prevent the downwind Muggles from seeing the tip of the iceberg of the inner world.

After about an hour of continued flying. Owen finally approached the southern shore of the Ionian Sea, close to the heel-like tip of the Arinen Peninsula.

The vicinity of the Great Vortex called Kalibdis, across the sea from Greece.

It's a storm zone.

When I took off from Giant Island, where Ionia City is located, it was raining coldly.

The closer he got to the shoreline, the faster the rain became, and by this time, the wind and rain had weighed down him and he couldn't put on his hood.

"Lower the height Balk, let's not be killed by lightning." Owen patted Buckle on the neck, and the dragon's altitude began to drop rapidly.

Underneath, the sky was extremely dark due to the pressure of dark clouds, and the light that was fortunate enough to pass through stood on the sea like a pillar of the sky.

Thanks to the light, Owen could see beneath him, like the underwater whirlpool that appeared during the battle between the Black Pearl and the flying Dutchman at the end of the movie Pirates of the Caribbean.

A huge whirlpool three or four kilometers long stirs the sea water for more than ten kilometers.

Vaguely, the sky seemed to have broken a hole, and the hole was still expanding.

The surrounding clouds swirled along with the surface of the sea. As far as the eye can see, the sky is spinning.

That sense of oppression, that sense of magnificence, that sense of fatalism, the heavy pressure of the person is breathless.

What is certain is that it is a powerful tropical cyclone that is forming, and if nothing else, this cyclone will intensify into a typhoon, or even a super typhoon, in a short period of time, and then tear up all invading ships.

In addition, Owen saw many wizards.

Ride the waves at sea side by side on several huge shuttle boats.

On the deck stood a row of wizards.

They were all dressed in black trench coats and wands in their hands, controlling the passing Muggle ships in the storm, and if they came close, they would be expelled by him, presumably with measures such as erasing their memories.

The flickering lights on the shuttle boat, like lighthouses, flipped in the waves, and soon Owen felt that they could not hold on.

Magic can't compete with such a terrifying natural climate.

Then they are not sorcerers, but gods.

And now, this is only the intensity of the tropical cyclone, and when it strengthens into a strong typhoon, or a super typhoon, it will be a temporary shelter for wizards.

Of course, it is not certain that they will avoid the limelight at that time.

If it's in the Pacific Ocean, it's nothing like a super typhoon, but it's the Strait of Messina.

Although the Karuistrom is not in the center of the strait, it is only 3.2 kilometers from the coast on either side, and 16 kilometers from the other.

The strength of a tropical cyclone alone can already affect Muggle cities on both sides of the river, and if it intensifies, it will become a super typhoon.

Then the wizard is really going to fight the heavens.

"Looks like I'm being conservative."

Above the sky, at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, there was a faint flickering light.

Owen only glanced at it and understood what it was.

Muggle high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft.

His previous prediction that several weather satellites around the world would be aimed at the Strait of Messina was conservative.

Now the Muggle Air Force is gone.

If they were photographed riding a silver dragon by a reconnaissance plane, they would really have to discover the inner world.

"Sheji's survival is dead!" He complained that the International Federation of Wizards would be in a hurry.

This level of magical disaster has far surpassed the 1926 New York magic leak.

That time it was all of New York City's No-Majs who saw the magic.

In the end, it was Senior Newt who diluted the curled wing demon venom into the clouds with the help of the thunderbird, and it rained all over the city, and the curled wing demon venom could be used to erase bad memories, which made the wizard hide again.

And this time, unless the Federation gathers wizards from all over the world and casts the Illusion Spell together to see if they can cover up the typhoon.

But that's just thinking about it!

The core area of a super typhoon is generally 10-60 km long.

Coupled with the constant flow of water from the vortex around him, Owen estimated that soon Muggles on both sides of the river would be able to see the spectacular scene of the sea above him.

And that's not even counting the spiral cloud bands on the outer periphery of the typhoon, which are more than 400-1000 kilometers of terrible clouds.

How can the wizard cover up this situation?

The clouds stirred up by the typhoon were almost the size of the Mediterranean.

Can wizards still hide the Mediterranean?

If they had this strength, they wouldn't need to hide it.

"There are more and more wizards." He muttered.

In Irving's sight, there were apparitions everywhere near the whirlpool, as many as the World Cup, when 100,000 fans came to watch the game.

Of course. There could not have been 100,000 Aurors in Europe, and 10,000 could not be made up - no—a thousand would be enough.

But these people are the elite of wizards, not the Quidditch hooligans.

In this stormy climate, they all worked tirelessly to wipe the ass of the gods in order to hide the magical world.

This heart really makes people cry.

"Oh! Looks like I'm here to wipe my ass, too, well- that's fine. ”

Bakar is already flying slowly.

The illusion spell attached to it was even more flawed, but fortunately, the dark clouds obscured the sun, the sky was gloomy and terrible, and the torrential rain obstructed the view, so the group of Italian wizards did not notice him.

Shylock had already slipped back into his backpack, not wanting the dirty rain to wet his hair, especially in front of his own cat owner.

Buckle's whole body is scaly, and after the rain is poured, the whole body is shiny, and the kitten will only become a soup chicken when it rains.

"Hmmm—I see the center of the vortex."

He pulled out a Weasley scuba from his pocket and hung it through his mouth.

He put several layers of insulation on himself.

A pair of eyes staring at the water, then leaping.

Falling into the water, there was a splash.

As for Bakar, it slipped into Owen's backpack the moment he fell to the surface.

The dragon can bathe in the lava, but it can't stand the cold waters.

——————

The real ocean is different from the Black Lake.

The swirling waters thrust Owen back and forth. He had to use magic to keep himself steady.

Reasoning—by this time, he should be lying down on Miss Granger's lap pillow, eating the food prepared by the elves. I looked up and discussed with her what flowers should be planted at home.

It is really sick to come to this place to suffer.

"Shock Stop!" With grief and indignation, Owen waved his wand violently.

Infinite magic is stirred out.

The muddy water poured into the surrounding water, and finally the galloping wild horse calmed down.

However, this caused Owen to not be able to go fast.

Because he had to maintain the effect of the spell at all times.

He could only walk on Miss Granger's surfboard—ah—Miss Granger's day,! Dude regrets it, is it too late to go back now?

Owen, who was reminded of the surfboard's memories, was in a heavy mood.

The water around him reminded him of the void that the World Tree had made him see, the sea of lilac.

Fortunately, there were no twisted creatures swimming around him, which was a blessing in misfortune, which showed that the power of the outer gods did not overflow on a large scale.

Swimming forward, the surroundings became quieter and quieter.

The only sound left in my ears was the sound of a surfboard cutting through the water.

And so, after ten minutes of continuing on, the "bang" surfboard hit something - he landed?

？？？

What's the situation?

Tease me?

This is the bottom of the sea, and there is a shallow seabed about 100 meters below him, where did the 'shore' come from for him to lean on.

For a moment, Owen's scalp tingled. He pulled out his wand and threw the fluorescent glow from the tip of his wand.

The miserable white brightness barely tore apart part of the true face of the 'shore'.

All of a sudden, he was speechless in shock.

In front of him was a sea of flowers—broken petals all over the ground, and scarlet vines were intertwined and erected, a kind of 'tree'.

A mutilated butterfly with both wings and different sizes fluttering over the sea of flowers. Everything was so peaceful and peaceful.

Beyond these, he also saw that in the distance, the white fungal mushrooms on the mountain, one by one, were densely arranged together, and if a person with a phobia of density would commit suicide even by looking at it.

If it weren't for the fact that the obelisk was on this strange underwater island, killing Owen, he wouldn't have chosen to set foot on this island full of corruption.

Holding back the nausea in his heart, Owen stretched out his foot and stepped on the island floating in the sea.

"Whew-" Suddenly, a current rushed in, and the current instantly broke through his magic, giving him a slap in the face.

This is already the most violent place in the whirlpool.

How fast the water was - Owen didn't know, but he could see that the currents could easily tear through the rocks at the edge of the island.

It's a protective charm!

Suddenly Owen understood where this vortex came from.

The maelstrom protects—or rather—imprisons the island, and anyone who enters or exits must pass through the razor-sharp sea.

This is a kind of screening to keep most wizards or Muggles out as much as possible.

Thinking on his toes, Owen could understand that there should be no apparition here.

It is impossible for those who inflict this vortex of the storm to fail to anticipate this.

"Shock Absorption - Stop Speed !!"

Ancient magic rushed into the crystallized wand.

The wand lit up with a blue light, and the halo was washed away by the sea, leaving a silky ribbon of light in a sparkling light, and it was brilliant for a moment.

Taking a step forward, the water is a little heavier again.

Gravity nearly let Owen's wand loosen and he was washed away.

"Wow!" He hurriedly grabbed the wand with his left hand. Hold both hands at the same time.

"Almost—"

His heart was beating wildly, and if it was ordinary, even if he lost his wand, although it would be very troublesome for Owen, it was not unacceptable, and he was already very skilled in casting wandless spells.

He can even kill without a wand

Of course, this may be because he is very skilled in this magic.

But now, as soon as the magic is disconnected, he will be stirred into Owen sauce by the seawater, and he will not be given time to cast spells without a wand.

"Armor protection!"

Casting a spell without a wand, Owen cast an iron armor spell on himself.

In any case, he had already lowered the current around him, and could only be pushed by the seawater, and continued to rush in at an oblique angle.

And just like that—after a lot of hardship, Owen finally broke through the churning of the sea.

Came to this peaceful island.

Look up – this should be the center of the vortex, the eye of the typhoon.

It's the middle of the afternoon, and the whole island is shining brightly.

Of course - if you don't care about the rotten plants on the island, this place is not bad.

Carefully dodging the flapping butterflies, and clutching his wand, Owen moved vigilantly towards the center of the island.

There was a smell of decay and decay everywhere, and the petals at his feet were scattered by the air currents created by his steps.

Immediately, the true face of the underground was revealed.

Some kind of ash as thin as sand, the ashes were full of minced flesh and bones, from all kinds of creatures, and he even walked through a ribbed remains dozens of feet tall - in order to avoid those butterflies, even if he didn't know what kind of damage those butterflies could cause to people, their dead air was too heavy, like weeds growing around a deserted grave, as long as they were still alive, they would subconsciously stay away from such creatures.

It's not just these bones that are terrifying.

It's more of the flesh and blood.

The purple, withered, oily rock-skinned arms on the ground were still moving, five broken fingers, twitching mechanically, and limbs like this could be found everywhere on the island.

It seems to be the laboratory of some unspeakably evil dark wizard, and it is the taboo of physical modification that he experiments.

What would happen if you put a dragon's head on a human body?

What would happen if you put a ptarmigan's wings on an eight-eyed spider?

Those terrible evil thoughts are everywhere here.

Wait—Owen's pupils suddenly constricted.

He seemed to have seen a scene like this somewhere.

(End of chapter)