Blurred lines remain on the wind-eroded ruins. The magic words once engraved on them are no longer legible. The power of magic has faded. Time is the gentlest knife. When it is silent, it can erase any existence. trace.
Dai's eyes inspected the ripples here along the narrowest gap. There was a cavity under the blood-soaked square. Grindelwald had been here before, but like all other explorers, he failed. gain something.
Not every ruins contains coveted treasures. The vast majority of ruins are empty. The treasure chests that people see from a distance may have been blown away by the disturbing breeze when you come before you even get close to them. dust.
An entrance blocked by mud, vines, and moss was cleared by a spell. Along the incomplete stone steps, Harry arrived at the lower level of the ruins. There were black marks of hardening next to the collapsed stone pillars, and the fragmented skeleton could barely be seen. It was in the form of a human, but the blackened bones exuded a strange atmosphere. Harry saw a bone tip growing from the skull on a broken skull. It was difficult for him to let the bones that had changed towards the inhuman form These are definitely human remains.
Although the supporting pillars have almost disappeared, this nearly ten-meter-high underground room does not give people a shaky feeling. The supporting pillars seem to be just decorations, and the relatively well-preserved magic words on the walls still have a slight glimmer of light. .
It was gray-white light, so faint that it was almost invisible. Thin gray-white lines covered the entire room like spider webs. They flowed through the etched grooves, outlining and writing countless complicated magic words.
The ancient wizards did not use Old English. English was not known anywhere at that time. They used runes, which is the text taught in the ancient magic text elective course today. It is different from the Muggle runes. In ancient times, There are a total of forty-nine letters in magic letters, not twenty-four. Each magic letter has its own unique effect. The original spell was written in runes, but with the changes of the times, the use of magic words has changed. The complex and sophisticated ancient magic texts have withdrawn from the stage of history, and wizards have found ways to write spells without magic words.
The ruins that have been reduced to ruins have no value to ordinary wizards. Compared with the ancient magic that seems very crude now, there is no need to study and study. Although the ancient wizards left behind magical relics that still exist after thousands of years, they are reliable. It's a powerful flying brick, not a universal magic skill.
But for Harry, who can intuitively see ancient magic, this residual magic is the greatest treasure.
In the center of the spider web he approached, a gray-white vortex gradually appeared as he approached, just like the black and silver vortex seen in the ruins of the Forbidden Forest. When he touched the gray-white vortex, a black and white world This is where it unfolds.
A silver-haired old man wearing simple armor suddenly appeared in front of Harry. He was extremely old, and his wrinkled skin was like the annual rings of a tree, a ravine deposited by time. He was much older than Dumbledore. The old man's body is surprisingly strong. He is about 1.9 meters tall. His bulging muscles hold up the thick armor. Different from the decay of his face, his body is stronger and stronger than that of a healthy adult man.
Harry saw an exquisite and gorgeous giant bow hanging behind him. The gorgeous bow inlaid with countless gems exuded a dazzling brilliance even without the sunlight.
Before the new wand, which was the prototype of the firearm wand, and the fire wand, was introduced to Europe, wizards here had been using bow and arrow wands for a long time. This picture is from at least seven or eight hundred years ago, or even longer.
In the black and white world, the only color was the old wizard in front of him. After the picture appeared, he opened his mouth and spoke to the air, but Harry couldn't understand what he said at all. But then, this The old man's fingers were writing and drawing in the air, leaving behind a long string of strange gray and white characters.
Harry had never learned ancient magic script, but that didn't stop him from quickly recording these words and copying them onto parchment.
The old wizard who was talking to himself said a lot of things. Gradually, Harry noticed something strange. The old man seemed to be telling him something.
It was as if he already knew that in a hundred or even a thousand years, someone would come here and see all this.
After the gray-white text dissipated, the old man took a few steps forward. Suddenly, the originally empty black and white world was filled with many objects that made Harry's hair stand on end.
A rock giant standing at least thirty meters tall was placed in the center of the room. No introduction was needed. Harry knew immediately that this was definitely a demon above the rank of thousand captain.
There was a demon captain who wanted to climb out of the abyss tunnel that Voldemort had opened before, but was crushed by the collapsing space tunnel. The behemoth was only fifteen meters tall at most, only half the height of this giant. In front of Harry What is displayed is probably a demon captain who was captured by the wizard and brought to the magic world, that is, the demon king.
'Is this man crazy? ! This idea immediately came to Harry's mind, but when the old man walked up the wooden steps to the lying giant, Harry was immediately relieved.
The demon king had been killed, and a huge pit appeared in his completely torn chest and abdomen, and in the middle of the pit, there was a huge 'heart' like crystal floating above the pit.
There is a qualitative difference between the Demon King and other demons below the captain of ten thousand men. They no longer have multiple magic cores, nor do they have spiderweb-like magic veins. The yarn balls that seem to be woven with ropes are their only magic power. core.
Under Harry's gaze, the old wizard stepped on the air and walked to the ball of yarn. He took off the huge bow and arrow tied behind his back.
Harry watched the old man's every move attentively. The bow and arrow that had been taken off were put aside. The old wizard who reached out to grab the ball of wool skillfully found the cut section on the ball of wool. In just a moment, it was completely dismantled. The ball of wool turned into a rope about the thickness of a thumb and about two or three meters long. In the middle of the rope package, there was a hexahedral crystal the size of a glass bead, and one end of the rope was connected to one of its surfaces.
The old man who picked up the giant bow directly wrapped the long rope around the arms and strings of his giant bow. He recited some obscure incantations loudly, and the old man looked pious. There was a trace of nervousness and excitement on the wizard's face. As the voice of reciting the incantation became higher and higher, the ropes wrapped around the giant bow began to melt strangely, and quickly penetrated into this gorgeous giant bow.
The old wizard who suddenly stopped reciting the spell was extremely nervous. Even Harry on the side couldn't help but hold his breath. As time passed by, a red light gradually lit up on the bow of the giant bow. halo.
A burst of "hahahahaha" laughter almost made Harry jump, as if he had encountered something very happy. The old wizard laughed so hard that even the wrinkles on his face could not be seen, and he seemed to be radiant. A hundred years younger, he grabbed the giant bow tightly in his hand and pulled the bow string all the way. A thick magic arrow was instantly formed. As he let go, the magic arrow shot into the sky and penetrated the room where they were. The roof of the house was blasted with a huge hole at least twenty meters in diameter.
The magic power that exploded the ceiling rose straight into the sky. The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The next moment, Harry found that he was standing on the top of a towering tower, and the old wizard was standing in front of him. The magic arrows shot into the sky attracted huge clouds that were beyond imagination. Harry, who was looking far away from the top of the tower, saw a trace of light that was not blocked by the clouds at the extremely distant boundary between sea and sky.
With his limited knowledge of magic, Harry had no way of confirming whether there really was such a magic in the world that could cause such horrific effects so easily. If such magic really existed, then wizards might actually master it. The power of the gods that changed the world.
The old wizard who fondly caressed the giant bow turned around and showed his weapon in the direction of Harry. The excitement and joy on his face could not be concealed at all. It was like a child who got the toy he cherished so much, and his smile was extremely pure and bright.
Harry was a little confused for a moment, but then the strange syllables coming from the old wizard's mouth made his mind tremble.
"Lok-Wuld-Kest"
The gray-white ancient magic power surged out from the body of this old wizard and turned into a magic light beam that penetrated the sky. The originally gloomy sky set off a violent roar at this moment.
"Sky, whirlwind, storm?"
When he understood the meaning of these three words, a sky-holding dragon connecting the sky and the sea was born in the leaden clouds. The extremely terrifying seaspout sucked the endless clouds like a whale, but it only lasted for more than ten years. Seconds later, the sky was clear again and the sun shone brightly. Billions of tons of sea water fell from the sky when the tornado suddenly disappeared.
But before he could see the furious tsunami set off by the sea, the black and white world suddenly shattered, and the broken stone pillars fell into Harry's eyes again.
The gray-white whirlpool gradually subsided, and everything just seemed like a dream.
"I'm wondering. Is this the legendary Ouhuang Shaika?"
(End of chapter)
