Silent, Owen suddenly woke up, isn't Victor's current subject exactly this kind of physical transformation?

- Ancient magic has an unimaginable xenobiotic effect on organisms.

He tried to grasp the laws of this xenogene, and then make it move in a better direction.

Not to mention this kind of thinking - just from the process of his research, what is the difference between it and the broken limbs on the small island here?

"Could it be—"

Could it be that he was bewitched by an outer god?

Owen shook his head, putting the thought behind him, Victor was too calm, he didn't have the slightest sign of madness in his body, this was not at all like a puppet parasitized by an outer god.

His skills should have come from someone else - who is Victor's mentor?

Cecil S. B. Heimerdinger—ahh

Owen continued to gather his thoughts.

He had some impression of the question and knew the answer.

It seems that the mentors of the younger generation of the entire Saints, including his mother, are - Wenda Rozier, his grandmother?

In Owen's mind, a meteor flashed in the dark sky, and he was about to catch it.

But in reality, the muddy pace under his feet made Owen fall into it for a moment, and his consciousness was slightly distracted. All of a sudden, a meteor slipped through his fingers. Then some of the fog that had to be lifted enveloped him again.

"Whew-" Owen shook his head. I don't feel sorry for it.

The confused road ahead, a little clue is also worth celebrating.

At least he knew that at the end of the road stood a man he knew and stranged to.

It's not a stranger.

The unknown brings fear.

In silence, Owen continued on his way, and after climbing the ridge full of fungal mushrooms, he reached the highest point of the island.

It has a great view and can see all the locations of the island.

That feeling of being surrounded by a storm reaches its peak here.

The entire island is not huge, and its diameter appears to be only about 1,000 feet (more than 300 meters).

It took less than a minute for Owen to reach the flat spot at the top of the ridge, in front of the obelisk where Genggu existed.

"Whew-whew!"

He gasped and threw his head up, looking at the obelisk bathed in sunlight.

It's hard for Owen to describe his mood at this point.

It was like a devout believer of Christianity, Islam and Judaism walking to the Wailing Wall of the Old Jerusalem.

A strange emotion overflowed from the depths of his soul.

He didn't know if this emotion was only for him, or if everyone who saw the obelisk would give birth to it.

That's—

"I, O Sovereign Lord! Today, I'm finally back with you! ”

"Whew-" Owen took another breath, but this time he wasn't tired, but he wanted to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Now, he finally knew why these ancient wizards could claim to be gods.

Just one monument they left behind has such a deceptive power.

And when Owen suppressed the emotions that came from faith in his heart.

Another emotion has emerged.

Look at the obelisk again.

It's like Arthur C. Clarke's science fiction "2001: Space Odyssey", where man sees the black monument on the moon, and the fear and anxiety of the unknown begin to spread through his body and mind.

"It's-"

What a powerful spiritual influence!

This time, Owen hurriedly gathered his mind, no longer forcibly suppressing his emotions but emptying his brain.

Occlumency.

After half a ring, all emotions moved away from him, and Owen was able to shake off the influence of the obelisk on him.

"Terrible!" He exclaimed, "It can have different mental effects according to the different psychological states of the observer - a bit like Boggart, can this see through people's hearts?" ”

"The so-called ancient wizard is so powerful?"

"N-no." He shook his head again, "This should be the work of ancient wizards working together, and it is impossible for a single wizard to have such power. ”

Thinking so, Ovington felt better.

With this magical ability, the obelisk can be made by Dumbledore and Nicolame working together now.

If he can make it, he won't be afraid.

He was afraid that primitive people would pick up AKs, and he couldn't understand why it could shoot bullets, except that the makers could compress steel like this.

This kind of all-round backwardness in technology is what he fears.

"Well—it looks like someone got ahead of the game."

Circling around the obelisk, Owen was behind the tower—perhaps directly ahead, and there was no difference between the front and the back of the tower.

The withered bodies of more than a dozen human wizards were found at the base of the tower.

They were dressed in brand new clothes, but their bodies were as dry as thousand-year-old corpses unearthed in the pyramids. The flesh twisted in the shape of a vine, as if twisting linen, and its limbs were clinging to the base of the tower.

It's like garbage that someone throws away.

It was wrung out of all the water, blood, and flesh in the body. And then I left it here.

"It's—the Italian spellbreakers." Owen muttered.

This group of people must have been sent by the Ministry of Magic a few months ago, when the maelstrom had not yet expanded and the island was just revealed.

At that time, the speed of the vortex must not have been as fast as it is now, so they could easily land on the island.

"It's a pity." The sheep entered the tiger's mouth, and they rushed up without understanding the situation on the island.

It was clear that they had been bewitched by magic when they first saw the obelisk.

No ancient magic, no foresight of danger, no protective clothing.

Compared to the spellbreakers of Gringotts, these spellbreakers could not be more amateurish.

Spell solvers are not a safe job, and you must always be mindful that there are magical traps in front of you, and unearth those ancient ruins, which is the most basic.

And you have to take good precautions, a dragon's skin armor is indispensable, because you don't know where the ruins are, and suddenly a curse shoots out.

Dragon's scales block most spells, so they are used to craft magical suits.

"Sure enough, it's a divine tower!"

The obelisk he had attached was very close, but he did not touch it.

The imprint of the gods, the surface of the tower is engraved with countless runi inscriptions.

After his interpretation, Runiwen on the pedestal has confirmed that the obelisk in front of him is the divine tower set up by the gods to defend against the outer gods.

Staring at the inscriptions, there was a certain sense of abruptness in the air.

Those magical words all represent the great achievements of the ancient sages.

The power of time is silent on the surface of this tower, even if it has never been washed by the sea, but it is quietly combed here.

Thousands of years still make its surface mottled. The handwriting carved into the stone has long been blurred, and only a small part can still be recognized, and the surface of the tower has a pitted wind-eroded crater.

Because of its black color, when viewed from a distance, it seems to be very complete, but when you look closely, you will find that its surface is full of scars.

"It seems that even the original magic of legends, ancient magic could not protect the minaret for thousands of years."

Owen resisted the urge to reach out and touch the tower.

Looking at the lessons of the cars all over the place, he is not stupid.

But since the tower is stirring with ancient magic. Then he should still be able to control it properly!

As he spoke, Owen held the wand's hand and jumped slightly, and the ancient magic rushed out of his inner body and poured straight into the obelisk in front of him.

And it's like a spark that lights a torch.

The body of the tower lit up slightly, and then, countless ancient runi characters began to emerge from the base of the tower, and the golden inscriptions passed upward, and in the blink of an eye, the entire surface of the obelisk lit up.

The brilliant gilded light is like a lighthouse.

"Boom!"

The surrounding waves seemed to be out of control, and the sea god was furious.

The speed of the whirlpool increased suddenly, and the sea water poured in an instant, and the edge of the island was washed away.

"Boom!" Again, some terrible sound echoed in the water.

Owen had the feeling that the decaying obelisk was the result of some terrible monster, and that he was walking into the monster's mouthparts.

The rock wall under your feet is not so reassuring to step on, as if it will collapse later.

And just then, the obelisk suddenly cracked open a door.

Yes - cracked.

Walls and walls are like teeth separating from each other. The black stone creaked and twisted, and Owen took a few steps back vigilantly. The wand was on his chest, and if there was the slightest thing wrong, he would immediately throw a deadly spell.

The cracked hollow is black and painty, like black graffiti on the wall, without three-dimensionality, and there is no depth to see.

Just as he was about to look inside, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Stop."

"Stop!" Again.

"Go back !!" The sound of urgency sounded on the mountain roads of the city of Bianco in Italy.

The sound fell to the ground along with sirens and pouring rain.

"Damn it! The whole city is evacuating, what are you still doing here? ”

It was a young traffic cop who was wearing a black raincoat that the storm had blown away and the uniform could be seen inside.

"I'm going to look for my dog, who was frightened by the thunder and hid in the grass." In the woods on one side of the road, a soaking wet woman was still looking for something in the grass.

She was about thirty years old, and her chest, wrists, and ankles were all covered in mud, but she didn't care.

"Ma'am, stop looking for your dog. The tide is coming, God! More than twenty meters of waves, the entire city of Bianco was submerged by the sea. ”

As if to confirm the policeman's words, a roar suddenly came from the ground.

The land seeps out of supersaturated water, and even though this is a mountainous area, there are huge puddles everywhere.

This is a sign of extreme danger.

This indicates that the groundwater level is already quite high.

If the surface water cannot sink, it will wash away the soil and cause mudslides.

"Didn't you hear the announcement?" The traffic cop shouted loudly.

He staggered down the road and stepped into the soft ground.

In an instant, his shoes sank a few inches.

The government had warned weeks before the imminent flooding of the city that the sea was flooding.

Because it's been raining for over a month.

If you count the previous light rain, then it has been raining for at least two months.

At first, no one paid attention to the rain, Italy was affected by the moisture of the Mediterranean Sea for half a day, especially the city of Bianco near the coast, and it was normal for it to rain.

And the June flood season is just around the corner.

It wasn't until the heavy rain lasted for a week that some people began to feel uneasy.

Two weeks later, people had already moved out of the coastal cities and headed inland.

Three weeks later, the government ordered the evacuation of residents of coastal cities – not many people in the city were still holding out, except for those who lived in high-rise buildings and felt they couldn't drown themselves anyway.

Four weeks later, that is, now, there was a vacuum in the administrative power of the entire coastal city, and there were no more administrative personnel except for a small number of patrol officers who drove along the roads to find the residents who had stubbornly stayed at home and persuaded them to leave.

And just five minutes ago, he heard on the radio the news that the entire city of Bianco had been flooded with seawater.

"No - Angie is my family, I can't leave it behind." The woman shouted hysterically.

Even though the pouring rain had blurred her vision, she had no intention of giving up.

This made the young traffic policeman very annoyed, after all, he was working here and putting himself in danger.

Standing in place and looking down, the city in the distance was blurred, and the rain was heavy enough to obscure the view, like a curtain of water falling from the sky.

And just when he hesitated whether to take tough measures.

In the police car on the road behind him, a voice suddenly came from the radio, which deliberately raised the sound, "Zizi - RAI hot news, Mediterranean hurricane - Poseidon." (The North Atlantic calls typhoons hurricanes, and Poseidon is the name of hurricanes.) ）

The intensity of the hurricane suddenly strengthened rapidly, and a clear eye was opened - it had broken through the category 5 hurricane level (super typhoon) in two hours, and the minimum pressure at the center was still increasing, and the wind speed was still increasing.

The hurricane is likely to be the most powerful natural disaster in the history of modern meteorological observations. Please each. Reside. Zizizizi ”

The sound in the cash register suddenly began to staccatolate, then suddenly stopped, and there was a noise of radio waves coming from the loudspeaker.

This sudden situation made the young traffic policeman slightly stunned.

He immediately realized that this was due to the destruction of a nearby signal tower.

The next moment, a chill rushed straight into his head.

The rainstorm around him seemed to be a little heavier, and he couldn't even see the woman's figure clearly.

"Ma'am—" He finally stopped thinking about anything, and planned to forcibly take the woman away and flee from here.

Signal towers are generally built on the highest part of the city, and if there are mountains in the city, the tower is built on the top of the mountain.

It just so happened that behind him was Montalto Mountain, and as far as he knew, the signal tower was on the hill behind him.

There may have been a flash flood -

Of course, this possibility is low, but he has to prepare for the worst.

And on the other side.

Italian Radio and Television (RAI) based in Rome.

Three experts, two meteorologists and a Vatican theologian, were invited for a televised discussion around this bizarre meteorological event.

"The hurricane has been here for more than two months. (It was just a tropical storm before)"

"This is unique in the history of human meteorological observations."

"It's like a nail, firmly nailed into our waters, which is extremely abnormal, from a scientific point of view, there is no force that can cause hurricanes to stay in place and not move a single centimeter, and only God can do this."

A meteorologist spoke solemnly to the live camera.

And after he finished speaking, another person took over, "Yes - it is very difficult to generate hurricanes in the Mediterranean, even if there is a hurricane, it cannot be this month, at the beginning of June, the sea temperature is not enough, the sea area cannot store strong strength, and even if there is a hurricane, it is only a tropical storm, not even a first-class hurricane." (Typhoon)

I suspect that this disaster may be related to global warming.

The weather system is an extremely complex set of science, and our human means of prediction are extremely limited, and in most cases, it is impossible to predict accurately. Coastal warnings can only be observed on the path – but the hurricane stayed in place like this one – which is unique. ”

There was seriousness in the studio.

Behind the three guests, the drawings show a satellite image of the hurricane.

After the two meteorologists finished speaking. The Vatican clergyman pulled out a photograph from his bosom, which was also a satellite image, a magnified image of the eye of the storm.

From the picture, one can clearly see that there seems to be a piece of land in the eye of the wind.

There are even buildings.

"You know, I remembered something." Holding up the picture reverently, the priest said, "I am reminded of the division of Moses (the Protestant call it: the division of Moses)." ”

As soon as the priest finished speaking, in the studio, the camera pointed at the photo in his hand and gave a close-up.

The word ESA is particularly evident in the photo. (European Space Agency)

At the same time, this photo also appeared in the offices of European heads of state.

This naturally includes 10 Downing Street.

"The only good news I've heard these days is that the UN Secretary General of the Wizarding World is that we are British."

London – Westminster – Downing Street.

Mr. Harker, who had been Prime Minister of the United Kingdom for a few months, put down the parchment letters in his hand.

It was handwritten letters—very few people wrote them by hand now.

The letter paper looks like a creation from hundreds of years ago, with a paper header and a quirky badge printed on it.

A very typical coat of arms with a shield in the middle.

Brightly coloured in four sections, consisting of a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake, surrounded by a huge letter "H".

And the letter was sent by an owl. It landed right in front of the window of his office.

In addition to a brief introduction to the writer, the letter is mainly a request.

Ask for help in order to find the proper handling of the dozens of Europeans who suddenly appeared in London.

The letter said that Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of Wizengamot, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would be visiting at 1 p.m. sharp.

"Then your good mood may be coming to an end. Mr. Prime Minister. The Prime Minister's Principal Private Secretary, Mr. Burner, handed over another letter.

In other words, the leaflet is more appropriate, and this leaflet from the Office of the British Minister of Magic is much more 'concise' than the letter sent from Hogwarts.

In a word, the Minister of Magic will go to 10 Downing Street on time at one o'clock in the afternoon, and ask the Prime Minister to disperse all unnecessary personnel and wait!

"Arrogance!" Mr. Prime Minister took off his glasses and threw the paper on the side.

Miraculously, the moment he let go of his hand, the paper burned automatically, and finally disappeared into a puff of smoke.

First of all, Mr. did not find it magical, he had seen this magic trick on the side of the road.

But the magician wasn't going to make a face at him.

I looked at the time—twelve fifty-six.

"Bernard, let Sir Humphrey come over." Mr. Prime Minister said.

"Hmm-sir." Bernard hesitated, "Sir Humphrey is having lunch with the other secretaries. ”

"That's why I'm going to invite him here." Mr. Harker clutched his stomach, "While the officials were worrying about the future of Britain, the civil servants were busy filling their bellies. Any idea what I ate for lunch today? Bernard. ”

Facing the Prime Minister's 'hungry' fierce eyes, Bernard picked up the phone on the side without the slightest hesitation, and then quickly conveyed the Prime Minister's order to the other end.

"Nope!"

"I can blow up half the world, but I can't have a cook!"

"Sir, 10 Downing Street is your home, but the government office is located here. If you want to find a chef, can you recruit yourself? Bernard put it mildly, and the feeling of being caught between the leaders was like walking on thin ice, and he could imagine that Sir Humphrey would reprimand him for it in the afternoon.

PS: (Legally - Downing Street is the Prime Minister's home, and civil servants are equivalent to guests staying in the Prime Minister's General, except that they bring their own cooks, and the cooks are allocated by the state.) And as the owner of this house, the prime minister himself, naturally, could not enter the dining room of the guests. If he wants someone to cook for him, he's going to have to hire a cook out of his own pocket. ）

"I don't care, I want a cook now, and I have to get out of the cabinet dining room!"

Mr. Prime Minister has a fire in his belly, and all national affairs are thrown behind, and it doesn't matter if the mysterious whirlpool in the Mediterranean Sea is blown, anyway, the storm did not blow to Britain.

And just when Mr. Prime Minister was throwing a tantrum, there was a knock on the office door.

Then Sir Humphrey, the Cabinet Secretary, walked in with a pile of papers.

"What's for lunch? Three courses with a cup of dry red? Mr. Prime Minister squeezed a few words out of his teeth, and his emotions were high.

"Oh! Oh, my God! You're denigrating a lowly member of society, and our work isn't in a restaurant. Sir Humphrey glanced at Principal Assistant Bernard without leaving a trace, and then handed over the papers in his hand, "The gears of the huge machine have been at your service again, Mr. Prime Minister. ”

"What is this?" Mr. Huck asked, frowning, putting on his eyes.

"The information of dozens of lost people, the information you confessed."

"Oh! I still thought it was a menu! Mr. Huck joked, and flipped through the papers.

At this time, Sir Humphrey did not know anything about the wizarding world.

The task concerning these people was given by him only in the morning.

I didn't expect Humphrey to find them all at noon.

Could it be that he was really working hard, and that he was wrong?

(End of chapter)