A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge felt his body being pulled by a huge force of gravity, and the surrounding colors quickly faded away, leaving only lines of varying lengths and various gray blocks. He was taken to a mysterious space by the arch, and the colors filled it back again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the entrance he came from had disappeared. This seems to be an ancient courtyard. There is a huge oak tree in the courtyard, and golden birds fly across the branches from time to time.

"Golden Snidget!" Rogge exclaimed, not expecting that they were not completely extinct yet.

"A very cute little thing, isn't it?" An old man came from the room and greeted Roger friendly.

After they exchanged names, Roger realized the other person was Bowman Wright, the creator of The Golden Snitch.

"Kid, you said it's 1992 outside?" Bowman lamented that time flies by, but he didn't expect that four centuries had passed.

"Yes, what do you rely on to survive until now?" Rogge murmured in his heart, did the other party also use the magic stone?

"Sit down first, kid." Bowman waved his magic wand casually, and two Gothic chairs appeared under the oak tree.

"Did you see that arch?" Bowman asked, and Rogge nodded and continued, "That's the light and shadow curtain I discovered from ancient ruins. It has magical power. Going through it and coming here will allow you to Avoid death’s scythe.”

Bowman sighed, and then said: "I walked through the arch when I was about to die, and I survived."

"Ah! Then wouldn't it be possible for wizards to live forever here?" Rogge was very surprised.

"Alas, immortality is not a good thing. I am all alone, and I can't even find anyone to talk to..." Bowman began to ramble, pouring out the words he had held in for hundreds of years.

"Mr. Bowman, how should I leave?"

Rogge stared at him, and Bowman smiled and pointed to the wall behind him: "Just leave through that door."

Looking in the direction of Bowman's finger, there is a gorgeous gate on the wall. Rogge's heart skipped a beat. He was 100% sure that there was nothing there when he first arrived.

The door, like the stool, appeared silently. Rogge looked at the dead silence around him and felt suspicious.

"Mr. Bowman, do you remember Golden Snitch No. 101?" Rogge probed, "It is recorded in the book that during your lifetime... Oh, you only made 100 pieces outside."

"101? Of course I did it!" Bowman was confused at first, and then answered with certainty.

"Then why has no one ever known about the existence of this Golden Snitch?"

"Oh, maybe I didn't have time to sell it after I finished it. Hey, back then, every Quidditch game needed the Golden Snitch, so I was very busy..."

The other party's answer convinced Roger that he was not the person who made the Golden Snitch, but an imposter.

"Who are you!" Rogge took out his wand and pointed it at the old man in front of him.

"I am Bowman Wright. Of course, my father is also called Bowman Wright." Bowman smiled strangely and waved his hand gently. The entire space faded away from color and became a world of light and shadow.

The entire world is made up of lines of different lengths, like a sketch. Rogge looked at himself, and he also became a black and white light and shadow form.

Bowman opposite turned into a black shadow, and then showed his original appearance. He looked to be in his forties, with a thin face. The whole person is hairy and slightly dirty.

The magic wand in his hand was like a paintbrush, instantly transforming the courtyard into a mountain. The two of them stood on the top of the mountain, and everything except the oak next to them had changed!

There are no walls here now, and there is no Jin Feixia. There is only the white sky above and the black abyss below.

"My father invented the Golden Snitch here and unearthed light and shadow curtains from ancient ruins. He mastered ancient magic through the ruins, but I! I am just a bystander!" Bowman painted a throne for himself and looked down at Rogge. .

"That kind of unparalleled power can affect the celestial phenomena with the wave of a hand. It is far more powerful than the magic I awakened. As long as I master them, the endless power is mine!"

Rogge initially thought that ancient wizards knew ancient magic. However, according to the person involved, only a small number of wizards in his time could awaken.

There have always been very few wizards with ancient magical talents, no wonder they are now lost.

"Then how do you live until now?" Rogge looked at the arrogant Bowman on the throne, but he didn't expect that the son of the legendary alchemist turned out to be a careerist. He has no talent for ancient magic, but is jealous of his father for having that power.

"Oh, of course it relies on the power of light and shadow curtains." Bowman talked eloquently, explaining the mystery.

"We are humble plankton in the long river of time. The curtain of light and shadow can cut off the connection with each other. When you are out of the long river of time and cannot sense the passage of time, you can reap eternity..."

In Bowman's description, the dimension of time is one level higher than that of the wizard. This allows wizards to feel time, but cannot touch time itself.

However, high latitudes can affect low dimensions. From the moment a wizard is born, he is destined to be pushed to death by time.

According to his research, the Curtain of Light and Shadow is a magical magical tool that compresses wizards into black and white images. Completely break away from the control of time and become an eternal existence.

"But my father actually gave up! He plays with damn alchemy every day to protect those birds. Did you see that light on the tree? That's the prank he left for me, a nest of Golden Snidget eggs!"

"He would rather waste ancient magic to protect the bird's nest than teach me how to sense that power!" Bowman drew countless lightning bolts, which hit the glowing bird's nest, but could not touch it at all.

"For years I couldn't figure it all out. Then I realized that I was part of the world, I became a painting! And the damn bird's nest was not!" Bowman went crazy, drawing axes to chop down. But no matter how he chopped it down, the oak tree remained unscathed.

"Are you a portrait?" Rogge looked at the crazy Bowman, not sure whether he was a wizard or a self-portrait of a wizard.

The wizard can inject his own personality and experiences into the self-portrait, which is equivalent to leaving an archive. After they die, the people in the portraits will wake up and live with their original memories and personalities. "

"I'm not a portrait, he locked me into a painting, and I didn't lose!" Bowman shouted hysterically, laughing and crying wildly at Rogge.

"Him? Your father, old Bowman?"

"Yes, that's him! Hahaha... He's taking revenge on me!" Bowman stared at Rogge fiercely, "I imprisoned him and controlled him with the Imperius Curse. I forced him to make the Golden Snitch and then pretended to be him Sold at a high price back in Godric's Hollow."

"Golden Snitch No. 101? The old guy still wants others to rescue him? Let's live in his daydreams! I'm his son, I know everything about him!" Bowman smiled crazily, cursing old Bowman for his whims.

"It's a pity that you came too late. I have already killed that old guy, and his bones have turned to ashes!" He used his wand to draw the appearance of old Bowman, who looked very similar to him, except that his hair and beard were gray. Some.

The wand was like an eraser, wiping away old Bowman's flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton. Then he gave it a firm squeeze, and the bones composed of lines and the relationship between light and dark turned into countless line segments and fell away from his hand.

"Hmph, so what if he locked me in before he died? Punish me?" Bowman saw Rogge secretly taking out the magic wand and smiled disdainfully.

"Want to use a magic wand against me?" He took off his clothes and exposed his chest, "Come on! How about breaking it into pieces? Come here!"

"Split into pieces!" Rogge was not polite. He chanted the spell, but the wand showed no response.

He frowned and quickly cast other magic spells: "Shadowless blade, fluorescent flash, blazing flame..."

"Hahaha, don't try, it's useless! Everything here is fake, and your wand is fake too! Only I am real!" Bowman laughed wildly.