Chapter 147 Chapter 146: Mysterious adventure! The ghost lingers!
In the vast desert.
The haze is like a curtain that never fades, tightly covering the sky. The clouds are thick and low, as if they will collapse at any time and swallow up the entire desert.
Different from the kind of desert where the sky is full of yellow sand, the entire land here is pitch black, and all the ground is covered with bottomless black sand.
They present a deep and oppressive black color, and the sand grains shine with a dark luster under the weak moonlight, just like the stars in the night sky but seem to have an extremely ominous atmosphere.
There is a blood-red moon hanging high in the sky. Its light is not warm, but has a strange chill, making the entire desert look as gloomy as hell.
Even the black sand is dyed with a bit of red color, making it look even more evil.
"Where did this come from?"
The expression on Ian's face was not too surprised. In fact, he had experienced this experience several times in the past and knew that this Once again, I accidentally unlocked a new map of the tangled fantasy world.
“I don’t have any direction in my heart, and I didn’t get anything weird this time. It can’t be because of this useless resurrection stone ring again, right?”
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Ian took out the Deathly Hallows that he had sealed away for a long time. He thought about it for a moment and felt that the probability that he would accidentally enter the new map of the trance due to the Resurrection Stone was not high.
After all, he has been carrying this ring with him these days, and has also traveled to and from the trance dreamland several times, but he has never encountered the accident of accidentally entering the "Doomsday Volcano" again.
Ian even felt that he would accidentally enter the "Mount Doom" at that time, and it might have a greater relationship with Helena Ravenclaw. The founder, Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, can't blame her daughter. Of course, she can only say that Ian and Helena Ravenclaw will appear in "Mount Doom" because the Resurrection Stone comes from There.
"If it were me, I would have to clear up my own relationship." Ian fully demonstrated what it means to judge others by oneself. He didn't even say what Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw said. Full letter.
Even Teacher Morgan’s words are sometimes inaccurate. No, it was obvious that what he really wanted to do was to give Morgan a mirror, and his heart's desire should be Morgan's dark castle.
I don't know why I came to a desert that was so confusing.
“Is this related to the Mirror of Erised?”
Ian was obviously confused.
He was just about to take out his money bag, but he was extremely shocked to find an unexpected surprise - the elder wand that he had been unable to bring into the trance dreamland was still intact at this time. It hung intact in the wand pouch under his robes. The silent wand immediately made Ian feel full of security.
"It can cast magic! Then there's nothing to worry about!" The little anxiety in Ian's heart immediately dissipated a lot. What warmed his heart was that the wand, which may have felt colder, warmed his heart.
"Maybe it has something to do with the upgrade of my magic power... Or maybe it's because I've embarked on the so-called legendary road?" Ian actually had some doubts that his ability to unlock new maps was also related to these two things.
Of course.
Whether it is specifically because of the upgrade of magic power or the road to legend, it is basically difficult to distinguish and judge the truth. After all, it only took him a few days from reaching the limit of magic power in the world to embarking on the road to legend.
The pace is too fast.
The interval is too short.
"Perhaps this is a worry that only people can empathize with." Ian thought for a moment, then took out his money bag and took out the Mirror of Erised that he had already put in his money bag.
He slightly contrasted the color of the Mirror of Erised with the surrounding environment, but in terms of painting style alone, the Mirror of Erised was incompatible with the dark sand and dust here.
“Perhaps the mirror making process comes from the sand here?”
Ian speculated thoughtfully.
Of course he knows that sand can indeed be used to make glass, but he is just not sure whether this is the case, so he squats down and puts a few tons of black sand into his wallet.
Yes, tons.
The more excellent an alchemist is, the more he will have a phobia of insufficient experimental materials.
Ian is certainly no exception.
"Even if it is not a raw material for making the Mirror of Erised, it is definitely an alchemical material with unique effects." Ian rubbed the black sand in the desert with his fingertips.
The texture of the black sand is unique and unforgettable. They seem to be no ordinary sand. Under the weak light, they show a deep and cold beauty.
Keep rubbing the black sand with your hands.
Ian felt a strange texture.
They are not loose and brittle like ordinary sand grains, but more compact and solid. When he lightly traced it with his fingers, he could clearly realize that there seemed to be a subtle gravitational force between the sand grains.
"Could it be that the entire desert has some kind of secret connection with this kind of gravity?" Ian looked up and saw the endless black desert as far as the eye could see.
They seem to be star fragments falling from the depths of the sky. After hundreds of millions of years of precipitation, they condensed into this mysterious black desert.
"Anyway, it's definitely a treasure." Ian thought of this and put a lot of black sand into his wallet. He only regretted that he had not obtained the skin of the bird and snake and could not further expand his money bag.
The bird snake is a winged, two-legged magical animal with the body of a snake and feathers. It can reach a length of fifteen feet. It is considered a very rare magical animal in the wizarding world today. .
The deformation ability of birds and snakes allows them to adapt to changes in various environments. At the same time, it is also the reason why they are cherished. Their skins are the best alchemical materials for casting the Traceless Stretch Spell. .
"Unfortunately, it seems that the bird and snake will not come to the tranceland after death. Otherwise, why would I worry about not having the bird and snake skin for me to use." Ian put away the heavy money bag and stood up. He didn't know where the end of this desert was, but he had come here once and he definitely wanted to explore this area.
I'm sure he can still find the reason why he was led here.
"You shouldn't encounter any scary dead souls. This place looks like a place where no ghost would want to live." Ian took out his wand and waved it gently.
So.
Countless gravel on the ground began to rise, condensing into the shape of an off-road vehicle in front of him, and the outline was about to gradually complete into a real off-road vehicle.
"Crash~"
But it collapsed when it was finally taking shape, and even the color that had begun to change quickly faded, and all the black sand fell back to the ground and changed back. original character.
"Is it because of the connection between gravel and gravel...I just said this thing is interesting!" Ian was also caught off guard by his failed transformation.
However, he also noticed the reason why the transformation technique failed. If it weren't for the fact that his wallet couldn't be filled anymore, Ian would have stuffed more black gravel into it no matter what.
“Fortunately, I am a hexagonal warrior, and I can do a little bit of everything.” Ian was not discouraged or disappointed. After the transformation failed, he took out the magic weapon that he had already completed with a completion rate of 99%. magic cloak.
"Hoo~"
Putting it gently behind his back, Ian's cloak was buttoned up in front of his body. The next moment, he was rushing straight into the blackness like a dry land. Haze sky.
"Slow down! Slow down!"
"Fly lower! Fly forward!"
"Damn it! I didn't let you take me to move horizontally! It's cool to know what it means to fly diagonally. What! I can’t even ride a horse. What kind of flying scenes are there for you?”
“Holy shit! I just scolded you and you fell into the sand?”
…
I saw.
Ian's body moved up and down in mid-air, swaying left and right, and was even stuffed headfirst into the sand several times. It looked like he was flying around crookedly.
Of course.
He did rush forward a lot, even slightly faster than some backward broomsticks, but after all, it was just a magic cloak with only 99% completion.
“I shouldn’t think about designing independent thinking for you when I’m riding a horse!”
The unfinished part is of course the training of the "Wizard Intelligence". Ian regrets it very much now, but unfortunately he didn't regret taking the medicine. He can only try his best to coax the flying cloak with no intelligence.
"Is this a magical version of appeasing the machine soul?" After Ian was finally able to fly forward normally, a sense of accomplishment came over him again. The little wizard's emotions sometimes changed so quickly.
He looked down at the earth from the sky. The endless black was deep and gloomy. He flew along the way for a long time, but he did not see any dead souls, plants or animals at all.
Not even a single ruin of a building was found. It was as if no dead soul had ever set foot in this area. It was extremely primitive and had no trace of infection by other souls.
Everyone knows.
When a revenant chooses a place to live, the revenant's cognition will change the place he chooses, and the desert where Ian is now really has no trace of change at all.
It's like it's always been like this.
Since the beginning of time.
"There can't be some ghost who just likes this monotonous living area... Isn't the God of Death so boring?" Ian wondered in his mind why he was led here.
It can’t be that the God of Death really lives here, and the God of Death has discovered him as a stowaway, right? But even so, the God of Death should have come out to punish Ian long ago.
"The time in my fantasy "experience card" is passing normally, and it is much longer than the time I could stay here before." Ian's clear inner feelings made him not worry too much.
Nothing more.
Not long after the first encounter, Teacher Morgan once said that the changes that would occur when the magic power reaches its limit, but now it seems that it has not happened to Ian.
"Is Ms. Ravenclaw's view correct at this point? She said that my magic must break through the signs of human wizards before I can usher in that unknown change." About. Some of the information from Witch Morgan and Ms. Ravenclaw was contradictory, and Ian could only make judgments based on his current feelings.
He has indeed reached the limit of human magic power, but even though he has started the road to legend and his magic power can continue to increase, he also knows that he has not yet broken through the bottleneck that restricts magic power.
"So, Teacher Morgan doesn't know everything, and she doesn't understand everything... At least she probably made a mistake in her judgment about what happened after I reached the limit of my magic power?"
Ian is not sure about this either.
After all.
Why can't the place where he is now be regarded as a change?
You can’t leave voluntarily even if you want to.
I can only continue to fly aimlessly in the black desert. Just think of it as practicing the skill of flying in a cloak, at least it's not like idling around doing nothing.
“I secretly practiced for two and a half days, and my handsome appearance must have shocked the whole school.”
Ian comforted himself in this way.
The wind and sand blew by from time to time, rolling up waves of black sand and dust. These sand and dust swirled and intertwined in the air, forming strange and illusory pictures in the air. It was so dark that even the sight seemed to be restricted by the darkness, making it difficult to see the distant scene while simultaneously tempting the viewer.
Every time the wind and sand blow, it is like an illusory picture is looming. It is right in front of you, but it is far away from the horizon. If the wind and sand blow by, it will be buried and replaced.
It was a dead silence and depressing environment, as if even the screams would be silenced. As he flew farther and farther, and the things he saw became more homogeneous, Ian still felt a little tired after all.
"You need to use magic power to support your flight. This is definitely a temporary compromise. I can definitely find backup hidden energy so that you can fly automatically when my magic power is exhausted."
For Ian has always been serious and rigorous about inventions that can be used to escape. It has at least a little to do with his hope that he can achieve long-distance flights and the autonomous warning of the cloak in his sleep.
“It’s so uncomfortable! The current “Twisted Fantasy Land Limited Time Experience Card” is too powerful. If I don’t do anything, I’m afraid I won’t be able to just stay in the Fantasy Land for a day and a night!”
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Ian rubbed his eyes with some fatigue.
The wind and sand will not blind him.
But the ever-changing scenes will.
Coupled with the misty black dust in the wind and dust, Ian only felt slightly depressed - well, it had little to do with the emo time of 12 o'clock in the morning in the human world.
“Hey! I don’t understand! I don’t understand why I was dragged to this area!”
Ian silently took out his wand again.
He felt that he still had to use some magic to speed up the consumption of the "Twisted Illusion Limited Time Experience Card". He really didn't want to stay in this desert anymore.
We have been flying for several hours.
The visible area is no different from "copy and paste". How should I put it? The more he flew in the black desert, the more Ian thought of a painful experience. He felt like he had traveled back in time to the only truly shitty game in the history of games that he had crowdfunded. In "Fantasy".
Besides a desert, it’s a desert.
In other words, the sand on the desert has changed its color.
“Calling the Gods to Guard!”
Ian weighed it up. Compared to practicing other magics, he still wanted to save his confused night. With the help of Ariana, he notified Teacher Morgan, and asked Teacher Morgan to step over and pull him back to the area he was familiar with. Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw had done a similar operation before when she went to pick up her daughter.
Ian believes.
His teacher Morgan must also have this ability.
only.
No one can tell whether Teacher Morgan is willing to take action.
“No one can figure out the mood of the legendary witch.” As Ian cast the Patronus Charm, countless shining silver threads began to emerge from the wand he raised. They draw elegant arcs in the night sky, as bright as stars, and are particularly conspicuous in this silent and oppressive desert.
It seems that many evil atmospheres have been dispelled, and the bright red light illuminated by the blood moon has been infected. Perhaps for the first time in many years, white light blooms in this silent desert.
“What’s going on?”
As soon as Ian's magic started to work, he noticed something was wrong. Originally, he didn't sense the [Ring of the Patron Saint] that was linked to the Patron Saint Spell at all.
It’s not just that.
Even the magic nodes when the magic is operating have changed slightly - it is different from the many times it has been performed before. Ian can clearly feel that the magic is connected to unknown things.
"It's... the tangled illusion under my feet." Ian was extremely shocked. After realizing that his magic was actually connected with the special gravity between the gravel under his feet, he immediately gave up his attempt. The idea of undoing magic, some people want to see what will happen in the end when this situation evolves.
Curiosity may kill the cat.
But it may not necessarily kill the little wizard who is always vigilant. Rather than taking a risk, Ian wanted to know whether this was the reason why he had been led to this place.
See.
As Ian's magic continues to pour in.
A stream of silver magic threads jumped out from the tip of the staff and spread surgingly.
These silver magic threads are intertwined and swirling in the air, like a skillful weaver girl working in secret, weaving criss-crossing and linked line patterns in the darkness.
"I have not guided them..." Ian realized the silver glow of the Patronus Spell he had just cast, as if he was completing a task that had been preset in advance.
There is some kind of framework.
The silver glow was built with the help of the Patronus Charm.
No.
Or reappearance!
"Crash~"
I saw that the metallic black sand on the ground began to become active at this time. Countless black sand seemed to be pulled up by a mysterious force. .
Like a swimming dragon.
It flows like a liquid, clinging along the lines outlined by the silver glow of Ian's patron saint spell. The black color on the body is constantly changing under the silver glow.
"I'm so jealous of Merlin's diapers..."
Even though he had been mentally prepared, Ian was still shocked by the scene before his eyes, his wide eyes filled with disbelief like bells.
It's not him who makes a fuss.
But he was very sure that whoever came would have the same expression as him!
This is really shocking!
The silver glow of the Guardian Charm and the black sand that can be seen everywhere on the ground, actually outlined an extremely majestic scene in front of him in just a few dozen breaths!
"Where is this?!"
A city that is gradually becoming complete is reflected in Ian's eyes.
Yes, a city.
Amidst the flow of sand and soil.
They piled up along the lines of the city wall to form a solid barrier, and spread along the lines of the streets to form a smooth road - at first it seemed like a sand painting enlarged countless times, but everything The color of the black sand changes instantly under the influence of the silver glow, and it becomes lifelike.
The spiers of the houses look towering into the clouds, the high walls of the castle look majestic and solemn, and even the blood moon in the sky seems to be covered by the misty black sand into a scarlet sun in this scene.
"The power of time..."
Ian noticed a familiar smell.
He looked around.
We are already in a place that seems to be full of life.
As the city gradually took shape, the surrounding black desert seemed to be infected by this mysterious power, becoming no longer so dead and desolate. Some subtle changes began to occur quietly in this desert, and some vegetation began to take root and sprout on the edge of the city, adding a bit of vitality to the city.
Of course.
Ian knows very well.
Whether it is the cities that appear around or the plants that grow, they are not real things, they are just echoes from the past.
The sparkling water on the river, as well as the crowded and noisy streets around it, are all a scene created by the black sand and silver glow.
It comes from the past.
Reflecting the history of today’s future.
"The Kingdom of the Dead?"
Ian had experienced such an immersive feeling in Albus Dumbledore's memory, but it was a little different. At this time, it was obvious that he was not reading sealed memories.
But some kind of power.
A corner of time opened up for him.
With this.
This allowed him to have this amazing glimpse into the past of who knows how many years ago. The vibrant city made Ian a little unsure whether this was a country that existed in the twilight world.
“Amazing magic.”
Ian still didn’t understand why the Patronus Charm had such a reaction with the black desert in the trance. He just felt this The scene may be quite important to him.
Look up.
The sky above the head is still extremely dark, but the blood moon has been replaced by the scarlet sun, and the scarlet sun cannot illuminate the dark sky around it.
There were black holes all over the sky like scars, like wounds torn out by some food, and the blood-red sun seemed to be trying its best to illuminate everything.
However.
Even if it recklessly squanders its remaining energy and spreads the vicious sunlight to every corner of the earth, the haze and darkness in the sky have not been dispelled in the slightest. It was like a flashback from an apocalypse, as could be seen in the horrified expressions of people on the streets looking up to the sky.
The city is falling.
The scorching sunshine did not illuminate the sky, but it actually baked the earth. The rivers evaporated pieces of water vapor, and at the same time took away many lives.
The tall tower located in the middle of the ancient city is emitting blue light, which is the power of magic. Under its protection, the entire city was able to survive the horrific catastrophe.
However.
Just like the sun in the sky that seemed to be fighting to the death, the tower that protected the entire country could not last long. Ian felt that the flow of time around him seemed to be speeding up.
"It is dimming."
Ian can clearly see that the light emitted by the tower is diminishing, and the fluctuations of magic are weakening, just like a twilight old man, who is constantly approaching his last days.
Many figures appeared on top of the tower, as if they were going to give it one last breath of life. However, the blurry figures appearing one after another can only make the tower regain its short-lived brightness.
"They are legendary wizards..."
Ian's eyes seemed to be looking at the invisible figures in the tower. He could feel the energy inside these wizards. It was blooming with a power that was extremely familiar to him.
It was a power that he had yet to explore, a power that could subvert and influence destiny to a certain extent, but it was still unable to reverse the disaster caused by the mysterious catastrophe.
The sun eventually went out.
Together with the towers that protect the entire country, and the legends who try their best... what they are fighting against is something more terrifying, countless meteorites falling from the sky with huge flames.
The wind howled.
The yellow sand flies.
Mountains and rivers are overturned.
Everything is burning.
Ian saw a meteorite pass through his body and hit the ground under his feet. It was just an echo from the past, and naturally it could not hurt him in the slightest.
Nothing more.
Those who lived with this disaster at the same time were not as lucky as Ian. The earth fell, the world shook, and majestic buildings continued to topple.
The volcano also began to wake up, and the magma spewed out like an angry fire dragon, dyeing half of the sky red, turning most of the ancient city into a blazing purgatory.
The catastrophe is devouring all living creatures and traces of civilization.
Ian only heard countless calls for help ringing in his ears, screams, lung-piercing screams, heart-moving, blood and fire pushing the entire country into the abyss in the catastrophe.
"Save me! Save my mother!"
A girl with a little yellow dog cried beside Ian.
Between the ups and downs of mood.
Ian subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, but his hand penetrated the void image and only grabbed a handful of black sand that returned to silence.
"Damn illusion! What the hell is going on!" Ian stared at the fine sand slipping from his fingertips, and the little girl in front of him who was engulfed in flames after all, unable to change his fate.
A kind of anger arose in his heart for no reason.
He watched as flames and meteorites engulfed the country that had lost its sun, and watched as heavy rains and floods washed away all traces of the country's existence after the disaster.
The waves were fierce and huge. They came and then left, leaving only the broken land full of desolation. What was once a bustling place with traffic and prosperity has turned into a desert. No one was spared, nothing remained - an entire country fell directly from the human world into the abyss that will never be restored in the catastrophe.
Ian can see it.
Because he is following the perspective of the city at this time.
It kept falling, and falling, and the whole country fell into the world of the dead. It's like being punished from the world by some indescribable force to this darkness and despair.
A country and the people in it all fall into chaos. The wind is the only sound here. It roared and roared, rolling up the black sand in the sky and blocking all hope.
The movement was huge.
With a desolate and desperate meaning.
People were still wailing, children were crying, and men and women were screaming and screaming. Their voices were so noisy that Ian couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and covered his ears.
"I must have seen some forbidden history that I shouldn't see..." Ian saw the little girl with the little yellow dog again, but she, like this ancient city, had been reduced to A member of the world of the dead.
Some people know what happened, and some are still confused. In short, their noise and the fall of the entire country seemed to disturb some sleeping existence in this area.
The blood moon appeared quietly, like a watching eye. It looked a little sleepy, as if it had been awakened for the first time in countless years.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
Suddenly.
Just when Ian felt clearly for some reason, an extremely abrupt and fragmented sound suddenly sounded, and a black figure emerged from a crack in the air.
“Nima! Scared me!”
Ian grabbed the uninvited Black Phoenix, pinched the Black Phoenix's neck and lifted his partner. Finally, the piercing and harsh screams suddenly stopped.
"You can actually cross the boundary between life and death at will. This is indeed in line with the abilities of a real phoenix." Ian stuffed the black phoenix directly into his robe.
Just when he was about to continue observing the echoes of the past around him, he didn't know if it was affected by the appearance of the Black Phoenix, but everything began to gradually dim.
The city, the dilapidated streets, the shouting people, the poor little girl and her little yellow dog, everything freezes in an instant, and then begins to dissipate like a mirage after the breeze blows.
Just like a fragile dream, first the edges of the city began to blur, and the original sad scenes on the streets disappeared in an instant, and everything returned to the black sand that made them up.
The lines outlined by Ian's Patronus Charm are also disintegrating, turning into little bits of light, being slowly blown away in the wind and dust like the black sand.
It's like it never appeared.
Everything returned to silence.
However, Ian, who closed and held his robe hard, not wanting the black phoenix to show its head and scream again, was a little shocked to find an incomplete tower not far away after the black sand dispersed.
"It's strange, it obviously didn't exist before." Ian could vaguely recognize the outline of this tower, which seemed to be the shelter tower that appeared in the previous illusion-like echo.
Many legends have climbed up there, presumably to prolong the time before the catastrophe arrives. In Ian's opinion, such a building must be a masterpiece among alchemical creations. After all, it was completely unheard of for Ian in the Hogwarts library to be able to temporarily withstand catastrophic natural disasters that were beyond human reach.
Just when Ian was hesitant to walk over and take a look, weighing whether it would just be an echo of the past again.
“Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie~”
The Dark Phoenix failed to get out of the place covered by Ian, but it still found a loophole and got directly along Ian’s robe. When he reached Ian's feet, he quickly climbed out.
This guy is very fast.
So by the time Ian reacted, the Black Phoenix had already flapped its wings and flown out - it flew towards the mysterious tower, and Ian could only control the flying cloak to follow it quickly.
“It’s something that really appeared out of thin air!”
Ian quickly arrived in front of the tower. He stared at the slightly incomplete building in front of him, a little surprised. He was also quite puzzled by something beyond his cognition.
Is it always here, but I have never been able to see it, or is it an echo from the past, some traces left behind for some reason?
The black sand and mottled light and shadow under the blood moon shroud everything here in a halo of semi-darkness. The dilapidated tower body is as pitted as if it had been corroded by sulfuric acid.
The windows of the tower have been shattered, leaving only empty window frames. Staring at this desolate land, the cracks all over the tower look like dried blood vessels.
That is the trace of time.
Even if you are in a trance, there seems to be no escape.
Probably it has something to do with the fact that this tower and the country it is located in were forcibly exiled to the world of the dead? Ian could only guess that the knowledge in his mind was obviously not enough.
"What's in here? It makes you so excited." Ian saw his Black Phoenix standing at the tip of the tower, as if waiting for him to follow in its footsteps.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie~"
Dark Phoenix let out another penetrating cry, and then got in through the broken window - Ian couldn't get in, because the window was really a bit too small.
Maybe he could squeeze in a little more when he was five or six years younger.
"I'm not a bird, I should go in through the front door." Ian, who tried but failed, landed in front of the tower angrily.
The gate of the tower has long been missing, so you can enter directly. Ian walked along the broken stone slabs, and the first thing he saw was a huge clock.
It looks relatively intact.
It’s just that all the pointers that should be there are missing.
"This thing is still an alchemical creation..." Ian's sharp eyes clearly discovered something was wrong with the huge clock. There were actually many inscriptions on it that already looked broken. They were obviously made by human wizards, and were significantly different from the legendary inscriptions and death inscriptions that Ian had seen.
However, these inscriptions also do not belong to the category of runes, but an ancient magic script that Ian does not understand. He thinks that perhaps Teacher Morgan or Nick Flamel can see some clues. .
"My knowledge is still a little too shallow and I need to work hard." Ian followed the good moral character of an excellent scavenger.
He directly took out a series of crime tools, pulled out a huge clock that was much taller than him, from the wall and put it in his wallet.
All of a sudden.
Ian feels that the money bag is a lot heavier again - the physical objects preserved in the Traceless Stretch Spell cannot reduce the weight, and some magic that can change the weight of the objects needs to be superimposed on it.
That's the case.
It can only reduce the weight of some items, but cannot completely ignore the weight of the items. At least Ian's current magic attainments cannot reach that level of "space bag" production.
Of course, Ian's ability to achieve what he is now is already very impressive. After all, not everyone has the ability to carry half of Hogwarts with him. "I just don't know if I can bring out the illusion." Ian was a little worried about the harvest this time. After all, he had done similar experiments to bring out the illusion.
Except for the fragments of the dress given by Teacher Morgan, he only brought out the stones that existed in the trance world, and he could not bring out anything like flowers and plants at all. .
Teacher Morgan’s gold plate, Pandro’s sword, and Ariana’s straw hat can all be taken but not taken out. The specific rules of this have not been fully understood by Ian until now.
“This Big Ben is originally from the human world, so it shouldn’t have any ownership in the trance, right?” Ian looked around as if he wanted to pry something away.
If there wasn't a limit to the opening of his wallet, he would even want to take out some black sand and put it in the entire tower. The echoes from the past have fully demonstrated the extraordinary nature of this tower.
“A real wizard should live in the Mage Tower, it’s so majestic, not an ordinary small villa or small castle.” Ian admitted that he now has a new love and is in a state of liking the new and hating the old.
He kept rummaging through the things in the hall of the tower, but it seemed that except for the Big Ben that he had demolished, everything else had become decayed over time.
There is a huge stone table in the center of the hall. There are some ancient scrolls and broken utensils scattered on the table. Ian just touched these things with his fingertips, and they turned out to be like powder. It turned into ashes and even made people feel a little choking when it was scattered in the air.
“Bah, bah, bah~”
Ian felt like his face was covered in dust.
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"Jiejiejiejiejie~"
Just when he started to use magic to summon water to wash his face, the strange cry of the black phoenix sounded above his head again, and it was exposed at the top of the tower His head was screaming for his master.
"If there is no treasure! I will kick your ass with my shoe!" Ian gave up the things on the stone table and wanted to fly up directly with his magic cloak.
However.
“Not moving?”
“Stand up.”
Ian found that his magic cloak seemed to have lost its function - he was a little confused , quickly tried another magic, and it was very successful. This is obviously not a forbidden magic area.
“Only ban other alchemical creations?”
Ian took out a [Bone Crushing Ash Box] and placed it in front of the stone table. The next moment, the [Bone Crushing Ash Box] started working. He stretched out his legs and opened his little mouth and started to gnaw on the stone table crazily.
Obviously, the use of alchemical items is not prohibited in this tower. In fact, Ian's wallet can prove this. Taking out the [Bone Crushing Ash Box] is just for one more proof.
"Only taking off is prohibited... Maybe this is an important place and needs some solemn respect?" Ian looked at the various complicated runes inscribed on the tower and made a reasonable guess.
His legs did not rest, but he walked towards the stairs, climbing all the way up the stairs, approaching the top floor where the Black Phoenix was.
On the way.
The mural on the wall next to the stairs also attracted Ian's attention.
There are exquisite murals hanging on the walls, depicting the prosperity of a city in the past. The pictures have been mottled and the colors have faded, but careful identification still makes Ian make a surprising discovery.
"Wild Swan..."
"Tabby Cat Deer..."
"Deformed Bird..."
"Hiss! I knew there must have been mermaids in the world!"
...
Even if they are dilapidated, you can still see that Ian appeared one after another on the extremely exquisite murals in the past. Creatures that have not been seen in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
Each mural seems to be the epitome of an ancient story, quietly telling the glory and fantasy of the past. Even Ian, who cannot read the words above, can understand what it wants to express. They are still flowing...perhaps thanks to the fact that the tower did not completely collapse and there is still some magical power left.
Ian saw a group of elves dancing around a huge ancient tree. They had pointed ears, were small in stature, and wore shimmering costumes with smiles of happiness and joy on their faces.
On a mural depicting dwarves.
The dwarves are busy digging for treasures. Around them, there are sparkling gems and gold coins piled up, which are obviously the fruits of their hard work.
There is also an elegant unicorn standing in a field of blooming flowers. Its horn is as white as jade, shining with soft light, as if it can heal all the pain in the world.
The fairies wore light gauze skirts and danced in the clouds, while the mermaids sat on the rocks, telling their desire and pursuit of love with their beautiful and moving songs.
Many magical animals that may have become extinct are shown in the murals, and Ian glimpsed something unusual in the murals about dragons.
Each dragon described here has a unique shape and power. They either soar in the sky or hover on the bottom of the sea, showing endless majesty and mysterious power.
"It's the kind of ancient dragon I have signed a contract with!" Ian stared at the murals depicting dragons, and he realized that the original era of this tower may be older than Morgan's era .
Tell the truth.
This is not the most amazing discovery.
If he had not clearly seen the era when this tower existed and the role it played, Ian would definitely suspect that these murals might just be the imagination of the ancients.
After all, in addition to the magical creatures whose existence cannot be confirmed now, Ian also discovered some scenes in the murals near the top that really shocked his outlook and cognition.
“A brave and witty little tailor defeated the powerful giant through his own wisdom. It’s such a familiar story.”
“Here I go! The beautiful and kind princess was attacked by the vicious She was persecuted by her stepmother, but finally found happiness with the help of the seven dwarfs and the prince... Isn’t this Snow White? ”
"The brave and innocent girl showed intelligence and wit after meeting the wolf, a perfect Little Red Riding Hood!"
"And this... girl who was abused by her stepmother and sisters, through Courage, kindness and magic gain happiness. If she is not Cinderella, I will kill my phoenix on the spot!”
...
Looking at the mural in front of me.
Ian only felt that he was watching fairy tales one after another, rather than reading the history that had happened. This feeling of astonishment and dreaminess was indeed difficult to describe in words.
Although he has long known many things that seem to be stories, which may actually be the history of the wizarding world, these murals still have a huge impact on Ian.
Isn’t this just explaining.
Did the countries where those fairy tales exist ever really exist?
"If all of this really happened...hiss, it's a huge earthquake in history."
Ian pressed his hands tightly against the mural. Although he failed to inject magic power, He still felt some residual aura.
“The oldest magic.”
Ian realized that the existence of these murals was obviously not to tell stories about the past to future generations, but that they contained a kind of history in human history. The most ancient magic.
It is similar to the magic that Harry Potter's mother protected Harry Potter.
"It's hope..."
Ian probably understands one part of the operation of the tower.
There is no way of knowing why this country was fighting against the terrible catastrophe that befell it, but it is obvious that the power of love and hope was also an important part of the means used to fight against that catastrophe.
These stories engraved on the tower are the carriers of ancient magic. However, it is a pity that the power used by Lily Evans to defeat Voldemort is not invincible.
At least in the last moments of this country that fell into the netherworld, love and hope failed to create miracles. I don’t know if it has something to do with the collapse of people’s beliefs and hearts in the country.
"No matter what, even with so much hope and love, there is still a disaster that cannot be countered... It's terrifying to think about it." Ian thought about the falling sun and the fallen city.
You only need to see such a grand and tragic scene once, and it will remain fresh in your memory for most of your life. He speculated that the cause of the catastrophe might be related to the illusory gods.
Just like there are not only people on Earth in the vast universe, since the God of Death has been confirmed to be a real individual, it is natural and reasonable that other gods will exist.
Maybe you can ask Teacher Morgan, he saw the senior sister on the mural after all
"The God of Death destroys the world? Or some other god that I can't figure out?" Ian continued to walk up. The contents of the murals were different. He also saw some different wizards in the murals.
These wizards wear black robes or long cloaks and hold magic wands or magic books.
Their symbols are often associated with elements such as darkness, thunder and lightning, and storms, symbolizing their brilliant and powerful magical power.
Perhaps the figures of this group of wizards have also been interspersed in various fairy tales, but now in the murals, Ian can only see the shining proof on their bodies that they have become legends.
“If the characters in fairy tales have existed in the human world, then will they also be present in the trance world?” Ian slowly walked to the top with mixed emotions of curiosity.
It's dark here.
The red moonlight outside cannot shine in at all.
"Fluorescence!"
Ian raised his wand and chanted a spell, and a white light source was fixed in the air by him, like a small sun, illuminating Everything in the top room of the tower.
“The Magic Stone!!”
Ian saw his Dark Phoenix resting on a stone slab. Before he could ask what the Black Phoenix had brought him to find, his eyes were attracted by a pile of gems inlaid on the stone slab.
Dozens of sparkling magic stones lie quietly on it. These magic stones come in different sizes and strange shapes, but without exception they all have the same properties as the magic stones that Ian knows.
It can turn any metal into pure gold, and can also create an elixir of immortality that will make those who drink it immortal. This is something that only Nick Flamel has refined in this century.
"Unfortunately, they have lost their magic power." Ian rushed forward and dug the magic stone out of the stone slab, but his luck was not so bad after all.
Although all the magic stones are still shiny, their condition is slightly better than the one absorbed by Voldemort, and almost all the magic contained in them has been completely exhausted.
Many people actually don't know.
The Philosopher's Stone can indeed make people immortal, but its magic power is not eternal. The specific amount of magic power contained in it is related to the alchemist's technique and the refining process.
"It should be that the magic power that maintained the operation of the previous tower was drained away." Ian sighed heavily, feeling a sense of disappointment that his joy was in vain.
"People can't be too greedy."
He comforted himself in this way.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie~"
Black Phoenix seemed to be responding, and then it flapped its wings and flew deep into the top of the tower - Ian followed and saw a figure appearing in front of him. A high platform.
It seems to have grown naturally from the ancient stone wall, like a pair of huge hands holding a box. In the box that has been opened by the black phoenix with its mouth lies an emerald green seed.
“What is this?”
Ian moved up and took a closer look. It looked ordinary, but in this dim and mysterious environment, it was scattered. There is a kind of vitality with great vitality.
It seems to contain some extraordinary power.
The black box containing the seed is also engraved with many runes, which are quite similar to the runes seen on the wall of the tower before, but these runes still seem to have magical power and flicker slightly.
“It must be a good thing.”
Ian carefully picked up the seed and felt the warmth and life force coming from its surface. Although it was just a small seed at the moment, Ian had a very strong premonition in his heart that as long as it was given proper soil, sunlight and moisture, it would surely bloom with astonishing brilliance.
“Kakakaka~”
Just when Ian was wondering if he could use this seed to grow a world tree, his act of taking the seed seemed to have touched a certain mechanism in the tower.
"If you take one, you will take it! If you take them all, you will take it!"
Seeing the ground shaking and a dull sound coming out, Ian grabbed the small box that contained the seeds without saying a word. The fool tried to run towards the window.
He had already taken out his wand, intending to see if he could blow up the window wider. Unexpectedly, before he could reach the window, the movement in the tower suddenly stopped.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
The screams of the Black Phoenix, who were still standing in place, seemed to be mocking Ian's cowardice.
"When I learn how to apparate, I will definitely be bolder than you." Ian turned around unconvinced and wanted to refute, but found that the high platform holding the seed box had disappeared.
In its place was a long passage... Blue candles lit up the walls of the passage. After a moment of hesitation, Ian walked in with his wand.
Go all the way forward.
The room is getting darker and darker.
Fortunately, Ian's lighting spell always provided vision.
After walking like this for several minutes, Ian arrived at the end of the passage. It was a room that looked like a bedroom, with all kinds of luxurious decorations here.
In the center of the room is a huge four-poster bed. The bedposts are carved with complex vine patterns, wrapped with golden silk threads, and the top is inlaid with bright gems, shining with an alluring luster.
The walls of the room are also covered with exquisite tapestries. The edges of the tapestries are outlined with gold threads, which complement the golden decoration in the room and reveal endless luxury and nobility.
"The King's Room?"
Ian touched it lightly and found that these things were also in ruins. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart. His eyes were finally attracted to the place where the Black Phoenix stayed.
That is a king's throne.
A huge crystal chandelier hangs above the throne. Each piece of crystal is carefully carved, and the throne is made of pure gold and inlaid with countless gems and pearls.
“These things are meaningless, they are all broken at the touch of a touch, and they are worthless. If you really like treasure hunting, we will go to the human world another day, and I will take you to hunt for dragons and share the gold to set the mountain. !" Ian stepped forward and lightly kicked the throne. Sure enough, this seemingly luxurious thing immediately began to corrupt.
In the blink of an eye.
It became dust all over the ground.
However.
The thing behind it was also presented in front of Ian - it was a hidden dark room. In the empty room, there was only a strand of black robe hanging down in the corner.
There are countless shackles and chains interspersed in the black robe.
“Imprisoned female slave?”
Ian entered the secret room curiously, and was about to grab the white skeleton exposed outside the black robe. Suddenly, the black robe that existed here many years ago moved.
"There's no wind here either..."
Ian was slightly startled.
Before he continued to reach out.
The next moment.
Under the black robe that looked no different from the dead things around him, the skeletal body began to tremble slightly, just as Ian was startled and took several steps back frantically to take out the wand and the Potion of Equality of All Beings.
The drooping black robe slowly raised his head.
In the dark hood.
A white skull and Ian looked at each other - its bones had a jade-like color, not ordinary pale and fragile, but showed a strange translucent texture, as if After the baptism of time and death, it remains the same, with no trace of decay attached to it.
The momentum of the entire skeleton is like a pool of stagnant water, but it may roll up to a huge wave at any time, which is as terrifying as a giant wave! Ian has never felt such clear majesty from any wizard.
"Dead? Remnants of the past?"
Ian was a little unsure of the attributes of this skeleton. The other dead he had encountered in the trance were basically souls with living bodies and Appearance.
This whole person looked like he had crawled out of the cemetery. It was indeed a state he had never heard of in the trance and illusion. It may be related to the fact that the entire country where this lonely tower is located has fallen.
“Can we communicate?”
Ian’s eyes were locked on the black-robed skeleton. The mysterious and strange skeleton made him feel a little nervous, and his heart rose for no reason. A bit of a nervous feeling.
certainly.
He was more concerned about whether these bones could be used as medicine, which overpowered the tension and anxiety rising in his heart. Ian swallowed at the black-robed skeleton.
"Did someone lose this skeleton? If no one claims it, I will take it away!" Ian asked knowingly and pretending to shout a few words to the empty surroundings.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
Dark Phoenix began to laugh at his deception again.
"Hoo~"
At this time.
The skull, which originally had empty eye sockets and was completely dark, seemed to have been lit with fire, and the red soul fire lit up. He first looked at each other with Ian.
In an instant.
Ian only felt a little dazed, as if the other person's eyes carried some kind of power that was so heavy that his breathing became slightly faster.
Fortunately, the black-robed skeleton didn't keep staring at Ian.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
The strange cry of the black phoenix attracted the attention of the black-robed skeleton.
It turned its extremely stiff head and fixed its eyes on Ian's Dark Phoenix. The body movements that suddenly became a little hasty and cautious were unusually obvious.
“Jie?”
Dark Phoenix tilted his neck in confusion.
Ian actually found that he felt the emotions of the black-robed skeleton.
From the initial uneasiness to gradually calming down.
"It has no soul...it's just an empty shell."
A hoarse voice came out of the skeleton's throat again, which had no vocal cords at all. It seemed to suddenly relax a little and readjust its sitting posture.
Perhaps it was due to the vigilant state just now.
Red lines spread out from its eyes.
Dense red lines began to light up on the body of the black-robed skeleton. These lines were as hot as burning flames and as vivid as flowing blood.
The surface of the skeleton is covered with a thin film that seems to be condensed by magical energy. This film shines with a strange and dangerous light against the red lines.
Ian could feel the power inside that made his heart palpitate.
but.
It’s not dangerous at all.
Because this kind of power is really too weak to perceive. It's like it could become extinct again at any time, and there's no possibility of it breaking out.
In other words, it is a huge miracle that this skeleton can still move and communicate. The feeling of running out of oil and drying up the lamp is not too obvious on this skeleton.
"It's actually alive! No! It's a fake corpse!" Ian's voice was slightly disappointed, but he still remained vigilant and asked in a slightly curious tone.
after all.
No one knows whether this skeleton’s exhaustion is a disguise. The little wizard silently took out a few more bottles of [Forbidden Magic Potion], wondering if it would be useful to ancient people.
"I will not die..."
The black-robed skeleton stood up with support, its voice carrying an ancient and mysterious rhythm. It stood there quietly, like an ancient and mysterious sculpture.
The black robe tightly wrapped its frame. Although the fabric was in tatters, one could still vaguely see its former splendor and solemnity. The robe was also engraved with many patterns that Ian could not understand.
"Are you one of the legends who once guarded that city?" The little wizard saw the patterns on the black-robed skeleton's body, covering every bone in the black-robed skeleton's body.
Tell the truth.
It is very similar to the legendary proof runes that lit up on his body before, except that the patterns that lit up on the black-robed skeleton bones were more complex, and they were connected together to occupy almost every area of all the bones.
Those red lines are like burning flames or flowing blood. They wind and circle on the bones of the skeleton, forming a complex and exquisite pattern.
These lines not only give the skeleton an awe-inspiring sense of power, but also make it look more vivid and real, as if it will release destructive power at any time.
Ian felt a little familiar with this eerie red color - in the old echoes of black sand, the sun hanging on the dark sky seemed to be this color.
"Can't remember..."
When the skeleton opened its disembodied mouth, its mandible moved in an incredible way, making a low and Husky voice.
"Then what do you remember?"
Ian swallowed and continued to ask.
"Can't remember."
The skeleton repeated his previous response, and raised his finger to point at his empty head, as if to tell Ian that he had lost his brain to store memories.
“…”
Ian was speechless for a while.
He felt something was wrong, something he couldn't explain.
"You can speak without vocal cords, but you still care about whether you have the brain to recall the past?" After holding it in for a long time, the little wizard finally couldn't hold back the weird feeling in his heart.
"Need...brain."
The black-robed skeleton spoke again in a hoarse voice.
"Where can I find brains for you? Are cow brains okay? Just use them?" Ian took out the brains he had planned to use for hot pot in the Room of Requirement from his purse.
"I also have pig brains. I feel that pig brains will definitely make you smarter." Ian gestured with his eyes to Black Phoenix to take the two brains in his hand and let the black-robed skeleton choose.
Phoenix, who had a spiritual connection with him, naturally followed suit immediately.
“…”
This operation made the black-robed skeleton silent for a long time.
Obviously.
After it revived, it was definitely left speechless by Ian.
"Those who are loved will breed flesh and blood." The black-robed skeleton did not raise his hand to pick out the brains that Ian contributed, but continued to whisper to Ian in a hoarse voice.
“Tsk, tsk, who gave you this chicken soup?” Ian originally thought that the black-robed skeleton was joking, but he never thought that the black-robed skeleton kept staring with eyes burning with crimson soul fire. he.
Still silent.
But he seemed extremely serious.
"You don't want me to kiss you, do you?" The little wizard's eyes widened immediately, and he thought of many scenes that seemed to have appeared in fairy tales.
The prince sniffed the princess, and the princess kissed the frog. He had just reviewed these stories on the murals in the tower, and now they were all pouring out in his mind.
“A loved one will breed flesh and blood.”
The black-robed skeleton is like a ruthless repeater.
“???????”
Ian’s face underwent extremely obvious changes one after another. Amidst the strange laughter coming from Black Phoenix again, he swallowed his saliva and looked at it. The opponent's pure bones are about 1.8 meters tall.
"Those who are loved will breed flesh and blood."
The black-robed skeleton repeated it again, and even raised his hand to Ian.
"Okay, okay! Copper-smelting male corpse!"
Ian said nothing.
Immediately turned around and ran away.
What a joke!
Let him kiss this ghost thing in front of him?
He still had a serious first kiss!
Whether it’s a beautiful girl or a bronze eagle head, Ian is not willing to have a bone kiss with a guy who looks like a male skeleton!
"England's traditional horse riding started too early!" Ian ran out of the darkroom quickly. He suspected that the fallen kingdom might have developed on England's cursed land.
No.
This strange thing who has been sleeping for who knows how many years actually wants to be loved the first time he wakes up. Ian doesn't believe that what kind of flesh and blood can really grow on the other person's body just by kissing him!
“Magic also depends on principles!”
Ian does not have any abnormal sexual addiction, so it is naturally impossible for Ian to fall in love with a male skeleton. The power of love will definitely not be unleashed. He knows that he must Only to be kissed for the first time by an evil skeleton.
“I shouldn’t have been curious in the first place. If I had not been curious, I would not have entered this bedroom. If I had not entered this bedroom, I would not have polluted my ears!”
Ian ran directly outside the tower and ran down the stairs, looking back from time to time. Fortunately, his Dark Phoenix just followed him out.
The figure of the black-robed skeleton did not appear... Thinking of the shackles and chains on the skeleton, Ian felt relieved and slowed down his pace as if running for his life.
"I guess that guy can't get out of that room." Ian raised his hand to catch the black phoenix flying towards him, touched the black phoenix's head and whispered softly.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
No one can understand what the black phoenix is expressing. Ian can only judge from the emotion of the black phoenix’s voice. Dark Phoenix didn't seem to agree with his words.
"If it could come out, would it have been tied there for so long?" Ian ran out of the tower, looked back, and found that the tower began to slowly disappear like the echoes of the past.
A gust of wind blew.
There is nothing left.
Only the black sand that continues to dissipate seems to indicate that it has been revealed.
"It only took a while to enter that tower, but it actually accelerated and consumed a lot of my time in the limited-time experience?" Only then did Ian discover something strange.
According to Ms. Ravenclaw, the deeper he goes to the end of the trance, the shorter the time he can stay, but his consumption is not obvious when he is in this desert.
Why did just after entering that high tower, enough time to last a day and a night passed unknowingly? This speed is much faster than that of Mount Doom.
“It can’t be that this tower is located further than Mount Doom, and then it briefly appeared in front of me for some reason, right?”
Ian was filled with doubts and confusion, and his figure began to gradually fade in the hazy illusion, and he returned to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts with clear consciousness.
Normal moonlight shines through the dense canopy of trees and shines variegatedly on the ground, forming patches of silvery light. These light spots are swayed by the night wind and the leaves.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
The breeze that usually blows a bit eerie now seems quite refreshing to Ian, and the sounds made by the magical animals from time to time also feel more intimate than ever before.
“I’ve been in that desert for too long, and I’m almost exhausted.” Ian caught a Bowtruckle who had heard the noise and came out to be on guard.
He was playing with this cute little thing.
However.
The Bowtruckle showed a horrified expression.
“I thought we were very familiar with each other!”
Ian originally wanted to repair the Bowtruckle, but instead, he was repairing the Bowtruckle’s small In his pupils, he saw a figure that made his whole body shiver and his scalp tingle.
“Those who are loved breed flesh and blood.”
Husky voice.
There was a sound behind the little wizard.
〔ps: It will not go beyond the fantasy worldview that combines Harry Potter, fairy tales and Merlin. 〕
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