I, Hogwarts Second Week

In silence, Owen suddenly woke up. Isn't Victor's current subject exactly this kind of physical transformation?

——Ancient magic has unimaginable xenobiotic effects on organisms.

He attempts to grasp the laws of this alien life and then make it move in a better direction.

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

"Could it be——"

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

Owen shook his head and threw this idea away. Victor was too calm. There was no sign of madness in his body. He was not at all like a puppet parasitized by an alien god.

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

Cecil B. Heimerdinger - duh - got involved - hmm.

Owen continued to collect his thoughts.

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

It seemed like the mentor for the entire Saints younger generation, including his mother, was—Wenda Rozier, his grandmother?

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

But in reality, the muddy steps under his feet made Owen sink in for a moment, and his consciousness was slightly lost. All of a sudden, the meteor slipped through his fingers. The fog that needed to be solved once again enveloped him.

"Huh..." Owen shook his head. Don't feel bad about it.

In the confusing road ahead, even the slightest clue is worth celebrating.

At least he knew that at the end of the road stood a familiar yet unfamiliar person.

Never a stranger.

The unknown brings fear.

In silence, Owen continued to move forward. After climbing the ridge full of fungus mushrooms, he reached the highest point of the island.

The view here is wide and you can see all parts of the island.

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

The entire island is not huge, its diameter is only about a thousand feet (more than three hundred meters).

It only took less than a minute for Owen to reach the flat place on the top of the ridge, in front of the ancient obelisk.

"Hoo-ho!"

Panting heavily, he raised his head and looked at the obelisk bathed in sunlight.

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

It feels like devout believers of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism arriving on foot in front of the Wailing Wall in Old Jerusalem.

A strange emotion overflowed from the depths of his soul.

He didn't know if this emotion was only coming out of him, or if it would occur to everyone who saw the obelisk.

That is--

"I - the Supreme Lord! Today, I finally - returned to your side!"

"Huh -" Owen breathed again, but this time he was not tired, but trying to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Now, he finally understood why these ancient wizards could call themselves gods.

Just the monument they left behind has such a power to confuse people.

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

Another emotion emerged again.

Look at the obelisk again.

It was like the feeling that humans had when they saw the black obelisk on the moon in Arthur C. Clarke's science fiction novel "2001: A Space Odyssey". Fear and anxiety about the unknown began to spread through his body and mind.

"this--"

What a powerful spiritual influence!

This time, Owen quickly calmed down, no longer forced to suppress his emotions but to empty his mind.

Occlumency activated on its own initiative.

After a while, all emotions left him, and Owen finally got rid of the influence of the obelisk on him.

"It's scary!" he said. "It actually produces different mental effects based on the observer's different mental states - a bit like a Boggart. Can this see through people's minds?"

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

"No - that's not right." He shook his head again, "This should be the combined work of ancient wizards. It is impossible for a single wizard to have such power."

Thinking this way, Irvington felt better.

An obelisk with this kind of magical ability can be built now even by the cooperation of Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel.

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

What he was afraid of was that primitive people picked up an AK. Apart from marveling at the maker's ability to compress steel into such a state, he had no idea why it could fire bullets.

This kind of comprehensive backwardness in technology is what he fears.

"Well - it seems that someone got there first."

After circling the obelisk, Owen was behind the tower - maybe directly in front of it. There was no difference between the front and back of the tower.

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

They were wearing brand new clothes, but their bodies were as dry as the thousand-year-old mummies unearthed from the pyramid. The flesh twists like a vine, like twisting linen, with its limbs clinging to the base of the tower.

It's like rubbish that has been thrown away casually.

All the water, blood, flesh and blood was squeezed out of the body. Then he threw it here casually.

"These - they should be the Italian curse breakers." Owen muttered.

This group of people should have been sent by the Ministry of Magic a few months ago, before the maelstrom expanded and the island was just revealed.

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

"What a pity." A sheep enters a tiger's mouth, and he rashly comes up without understanding the situation on the island.

It was obvious that they had been bewitched when they first laid eyes on the obelisk.

There was no ancient magic, no advance prediction of danger, and no protective clothing.

Compared with the curse breakers from Gringotts, these curse breakers are nothing short of amateurs.

Being a curse breaker is not a safe job. You must always keep in mind that there are magic traps that will kill you if you touch them, and excavate those ancient ruins. This is the most basic thing.

And you also need to be well protected. A dragon-skin armor is indispensable, because you don't know where the ruins are and a curse will suddenly shoot out.

The dragon's scales can block most spells, so they are used to make magical protective clothing.

"It is indeed the Divine Grant Tower!"

The obelisk he attached was very close, but he didn't touch it.

The mark of the Gods, countless runic inscriptions are engraved on the surface of the tower.

After his interpretation of the runes on the base, he confirmed that the obelisk in front of him was the God's Tower established by the gods to resist the outer gods.

Staring at these inscriptions, there is a certain sense of loss in the air.

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

The power of time is speechless on the surface of this tower, even though it has never been washed by the sea, it is just combing here quietly.

Thousands of years have still left its surface mottled. The writing carved into the stone has long been blurred, and only a small part can still be read clearly. The surface of the tower is full of pits and holes eroded by the wind.

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

"It seems that even the legendary original magic and ancient magic cannot protect the spire for thousands of years."

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

Looking at the lessons learned all around, he is not stupid.

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

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

And this is like the spark that lights the torch.

The tower lit up slightly, and then, countless ancient runes began to emerge from the base of the tower, and golden inscriptions were passed upwards. In the blink of an eye, the entire obelisk's surface 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 angry.

The speed of the vortex suddenly increased, the sea water poured in instantly, and the edge of the island was washed away.

"Rumble!" Another terrible sound echoed in the sea.

Owen had a feeling that this decaying obelisk seemed to be the transformation of some terrible monster, and he was walking into the monster's mouthparts.

The rock wall is not very reassuring to step on, as if it will collapse later.

At this moment, a door suddenly opened in the obelisk.

Yes – cracked.

Walls are like the separation between teeth. The black stone creaked and twisted, and Owen took a few steps back warily. With the wand standing in front of his chest, as long as there was something slightly wrong, he would immediately throw out a fatal spell.

The cracked cavity was pitch black, like black graffiti on the wall, with no sense of three-dimensionality and no depth.

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

"Stop."

"Stop!" shouted again.

"Go back quickly!!!" An urgent voice sounded on the mountain road in Bianco, Italy.

Sounds along with sirens and pouring rain falling to the ground.

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

The speaker was a young traffic policeman. He was wearing a black raincoat. The storm blew open his raincoat, revealing the uniform underneath.

"I'm going to find my dog. He was frightened by the thunder and hid in the grass." In the woods on the side of the mountain road, a soaked 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.

"Madam, stop looking for trouble. The tide is coming soon, God! With waves of more than 20 meters, the entire city of Bianco is submerged."

As if to confirm what the police said, a roar suddenly came from the ground.

The land seeps out with supersaturated water, and despite the mountainous terrain, there are huge puddles everywhere.

This is an extremely dangerous sign.

This shows that the groundwater level is already quite high.

Surface water cannot sink, which will scatter the soil and cause mudslides.

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

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

In an instant, his shoes sank a few inches.

The government had issued warnings weeks ago that seawater was about to flood the city.

Because this damn heavy rain has been falling for more than a month.

If the light rain before was included, then they had had rain for at least two months.

At first, no one paid much attention to the rain. Italy was affected by Mediterranean water vapor for half the day, especially the city of Bianco, which is close to the coast. Rainy weather is quite normal.

And the flood season in June is coming soon.

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

Two weeks later, people were already moving away from coastal cities and heading inland.

Three weeks later, the government issued an order for residents of coastal cities to evacuate. At that time, not many people in the city were still insisting, except for those fools who lived in high-rise buildings and felt that they could not be flooded no matter what.

Four weeks later - that is, now, the administrative power of the entire coastal city has been vacuumed. Except for a small number of patrol officers driving along the road in cars, looking for residents who stubbornly stay at home, and persuading them to leave, there is no administrative staff left. .

And just now - five minutes ago, he heard the news on the radio that the entire city of Bianco was flooded by sea water.

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

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

This made the young traffic policeman very angry. After all, he was putting himself in danger by working here.

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

And just when he was hesitating whether to take tough measures.

In the police car on the road behind them, a voice suddenly came from the radio that was specially loudened, "Zizi - RAI hot news, Mediterranean hurricane - Poseidon. (The North Atlantic calls typhoons hurricanes, and Poseidon is the name of the hurricane. )

The intensity of the hurricane suddenly intensified rapidly, and a clear eye opened up - it broke through Category 5 hurricane level (super typhoon) in two hours. The lowest pressure in the center is still increasing, and the wind speed is still increasing.

This hurricane is likely to become the most powerful natural disaster in the history of modern meteorological observations. Please stay home and have a good time. "

The sound from the cash register suddenly started to be intermittent, and then suddenly stopped, and radio noise came from the speaker.

This sudden situation made the young traffic policeman slightly stunned.

Then he immediately realized that this should be caused by the destruction of a nearby signal tower.

The next moment, a cold feeling rushed directly to his forehead.

The heavy rain around him seemed to be getting heavier, and he couldn't even see the woman clearly.

"Ma'am -" He finally stopped worrying about anything and planned to forcefully take the woman away and escape from here quickly.

Signal towers are generally built at the highest point of the city, and if the city has mountains, the signal tower will be built on the top of the mountain.

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

There may have been a flash flood——

Of course, this possibility is very low, but he must prepare for the worst.

And on the other side.

Italian Radio and Television Corporation (RAI) in Rome.

Focusing on this strange meteorological event, three experts were invited to conduct a TV discussion, two meteorologists and a Vatican theologian.

"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 observation."

"It is like a nail, firmly nailed into the waters of our country. This is extremely abnormal. From a scientific point of view, there is no force that can cause a hurricane to stay in place and not move even a centimeter. It can do these fearful things." Only God.”

A meteorologist spoke seriously to the live camera.

After he finished speaking, another person took over, "Yes - it is very difficult to generate hurricanes in the Mediterranean. Even if a hurricane occurs, it cannot be this month. In early June, the sea water temperature is not enough, and the sea water cannot accumulate strong power. , and even if a hurricane occurs, it will only be a tropical storm level, not even a Category 1 hurricane. (Typhoon level)

I suspect this disaster may be related to global warming.

The weather system is a set of extremely complex sciences, and our human prediction methods are extremely limited. In most cases, accurate predictions are impossible. Coastal warnings can only be made by observing the path - but like this one, hurricanes stay where they are - which is unique. "

The studio was solemn.

Behind the three guests, the drawing is a satellite cloud image of this hurricane.

After the two meteorological experts finished speaking. The Vatican priest took out a photo from his pocket. It was also a satellite cloud image, an enlarged cloud image of the eye of the storm.

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

There are even buildings.

"You know, I remembered something." The priest held up the photo devoutly and said, "I thought of Moses' parting of the sea (Protestants call it: Moses' parting of the sea)."

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

The word ESA is particularly obvious on the photo. (European Space Agency, European Space Agency)

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

This naturally includes No. 10 Downing Street.

"The only good news I hear these days is that the Secretary-General of the United Nations in the wizarding world is us Brits."

London - Westminster - Downing Street.

Mr Harker, who has been Prime Minister for several months, put down his parchment letter.

It was a handwritten letter—very few people write letters by hand anymore.

The letter paper seemed to have been created hundreds of years ago, with a weird emblem printed on the header of the paper.

A very typical coat of arms, shaped like a shield in the middle.

The colorful design is divided into four parts, consisting of a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake, surrounding a large letter "H".

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

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

Requesting help in dealing with the dozens of Europeans who suddenly appeared in London.

The letter stated that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, President of the International Federation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, will attend the meeting at 1 p.m. Come and visit on time.

"Then your good mood may be about to end, Mr. Prime Minister." Bernard, the Prime Minister's chief private secretary, handed over another letter.

In other words, a notification leaflet is more appropriate. Compared with the letter sent from Hogwarts, this leaflet from the Office of the British Minister of Magic is much more concise and to the point.

In a word, the Minister of Magic will go to No. 10 Downing Street at one o'clock at noon and ask the Prime Minister to disperse all unnecessary personnel and wait patiently!

"Arrogant!" Mr. Prime Minister took off his glasses and threw the paper down.

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

First of all, the husband didn't think it was magical. He had seen this kind of magic trick on the roadside.

But the magician would not show off to him.

I looked at the time—twelve fifty-six.

"Bernard, ask Sir Humphrey to come over," said the Prime Minister.

"Um - sir." Bernard hesitated, "Sir Humphrey is having lunch with other secretaries."

"That's why I asked him to come." Mr. Harker held his stomach. "While officials are thinking hard about the future of Britain, civil servants are busy filling their stomachs. Do you know what I had for lunch today? ? Bernard."

Facing Mr. Prime Minister's "hungry" look, Bernard picked up the phone on the other side without any hesitation, and then quickly conveyed the Prime Minister's order to the person on the other end.

"No!"

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

"Sir, No. 10 Downing Street is your home, but the government office is located here. If you want to find a cook, you can try recruiting yourself?" Bernard said euphemistically, feeling caught between leaders. He was walking on thin ice, and he could imagine the look on Sir Humphrey's face when he would scold him for this in the afternoon.

PS: (Legally - Downing Street is the home of the Prime Minister. Civil servants are equivalent to guests living in the Prime Minister's house, except that they bring their own cooks, and the cooks are provided by the state. As the owner of this house, the Prime Minister himself Naturally, he cannot enter the guest's restaurant. If he wants someone to cook for him, he has to hire a cook out of his own pocket.)

"I don't care, I want a cook now, and he must come from the cabinet dining room!"

The Prime Minister was so angry that he forgot about all major national issues. The mysterious whirlpool in the Mediterranean did not matter. Anyway, the storm did not hit the UK.

And just when the Prime Minister was losing his temper, there was a knock on the office door.

Then Cabinet Secretary Sir Humphrey walked in holding a pile of documents.

"What's for lunch? Three dishes, plus a glass of dry red?" Mr. Prime Minister squeezed out a few words through his teeth, his mood was high.

"Oh! God! You are slandering a humble social servant. Our work is not carried out in the restaurant." Sir Humphrey glanced at the chief assistant Bernard without leaving any trace, and then put the hand in his hand The documents were handed over, "The gears of the huge machine will always serve you, Mr. Prime Minister."

"What is this?" Mr. Harker asked, frowning as he put on his eyes.

"The information on dozens of lost people, the information you gave me."

"Oh! I still thought it was the menu!" Mr. Hacker joked, then opened the document in his hand.

At this time, Sir Humphrey didn't know anything about the magical world.

The tasks related to these people were only given by him in the morning.

Unexpectedly, Humphrey found them all at noon.

Could it be that--he was really working hard and he was wrongly blaming him?