Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts

"Yes, gods do not exist, but that does not mean that there are no wizards in the world who are so powerful that they are considered gods. ̴̮̦͖̥͈̳̭̭̋̏͝ŝ̸̢̜̳̱͈̹͓̀̆̔͋͛͜͠ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀̂͂̀ͅṵ̵̻̓̓̓̊̊ ͉̦͙̗̥x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶ ͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇ ͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̽ ̗͓̂̌̋̌̌” Les spoke eloquently.

The magnificent Twilight of the Gods in myths and legends was described by him as a wizard war between Britain and Northern Europe. Although it has disenchanted that mysterious era a lot, its credibility has been greatly increased.

Now Gemma is beginning to believe Les's story.

"Well, please let me take a look at the letters between the four giants. After reading them, I will tell you the location where I took them to the dust." Gemma decided to exchange information with Les.

"I won't carry something like this with me." Leslie said confidently. How could he possibly carry such a precious thing with him? Give me some time to send you a copy of the letter from home.

Gemma didn't notice any difference, but felt that the authenticity of the letter mentioned by Les had greatly increased. But out of a responsible attitude for her junior, she still added: "If possible, I still hope you will go to Egypt with me. This kind of place is really too dangerous."

She didn't mean anything else, she was just worried about her junior's safety. Exploring the ruins is a high-risk job. If a junior breaks in rashly, his life may be in danger.

Les nodded. He also hoped to bring a reliable "guide" who could effectively save everyone's time.

Now, the two of them have made an appointment.

Once Rice handed over the letters between the founders, Gemma Farley would tell Rice what she knew, to mutual benefit.

After bidding farewell to Gemma, Les hurriedly returned to the Slytherin common room and spent ten minutes writing three "Letter from Slytherin to Rowena Ravenclaw". The words and sentences were all perfect. It's perfect, no flaws can be seen. The only problem was that the parchment was new and the ink hadn't even dried yet.

But what Rice gave was a "copy", and he only had to make copies of these three "originals". Is there anything wrong with the replica looking new?

Between the lines of the three letters, he also tried his best to point out the location of a palace in a roundabout way.

[Frigga was really good at choosing a place. She arranged the palace in a valley. The Krall River ran through it. There were plump salmon in the river. I enclosed a few with Helga's letter. They can be eaten raw without heating, and their meat is luscious and tender.

It's like spring here all year round, which is better than the location of Hogwarts. To be honest, if Hogwarts hadn't been built, I would have really wanted to move the school here...]

[As per your suggestion, the palace has been hidden using magic. It cannot be marked on the map, and Muggles cannot find it. We can’t let their faith revive again]

[I’m not in a hurry to go back. Let me continue to look for any traces left by the false gods on this land. I started from Frigga's palace and walked southwest for three days and three nights before I arrived at a small town called "Elfrum". The transportation here is developed and the smoked salmon made by Muggles is delicious. , but only this stuff is delicious]

Not to mention, trying to construct a reasonable conversation and "accidentally" mentioning the location of Frigga's bedroom in the letter made even Les feel bald.

So after he finished writing these three letters, he himself breathed a sigh of relief.

We were so busy back then, how could we find time to write letters! Les couldn't help but complain: This method of communication is too inefficient!

Their previous method of communication was "parchment parchment", a magic that has been lost in modern times. The specific method is to soak a piece of sheepskin in a specific potion, then peel it into two thinner sheepskins, then use these two pieces of parchment to make paper, and add a spell on it to make the two parchments produce extremely powerful effects. Close connection. When you write on one piece of paper, the writing will appear on the other piece of paper, thus maintaining smooth communication across thousands of miles.

However, since Les woke up, he has not seen any wizard use this kind of thing to communicate with friends. Modern wizards prefer owls, and when they are in trouble, they send an owl email.

After writing the letters, Les put them away with satisfaction. Next, he just needs to copy them. After completing the work at hand, Les was in a happy mood. He took out a book and spread it on the table, reading it with relish.

Soon Daphne appears and reminds Les that it's time to keep his promise.

"Oh, right!" Les remembered that he seemed to want to teach Daphne how to control the land.

But to be honest, after seeing Gemma's bottle of dust, Les thought that the soil manipulation spell invented by Helga could almost be eliminated.

Months or even years of hard work, but in the end it is not worth the pleasure of just one bottle...

When the idea popped into Les' mind, he was horrified by his own thoughts.

How could I have such ridiculous ideas? ! He quickly shook his head to get this terrible thought out of his mind.

It is true that using magic dust can greatly reduce the difficulty of controlling soil, but this is a shortcut and does not benefit the user himself.

If using magic spells is like using formulas, then using this dust is like memorizing answers. It might as well be like using formulas! Knowing it but not knowing why, how can such a confused graduate student become an excellent wizard? It would be more appropriate to change his name to Witchcraft.

It is true that a wizard apprentice may not be worth a bottle of hard work for several years, but if a student like Daphne puts a little more effort into earth control magic and spends a little more time, then killing such people will only throw away the bottle. of the guy.

But even if this kind of thought occasionally flashes through my mind, it’s no wonder that the magic world finally abandoned magic teaching completely...

The four of them destroyed the Nordic false gods so completely that the wizards lost their sense of crisis and the pressure of life and death. Why should they work hard to study magic?

Les couldn't help but think of the conversation Helga had with him when she handed over her earth-controlling magic knowledge to him.

"These potions can effectively prevent swine fever when mixed with pig food, and can also promote the pig's nutrient absorption efficiency, allowing your pigs to eat the least amount of food and grow the most meat." Salazar prepared a large jar. When Helga handed the potion to her, the expression on her face was extremely complicated.

He, the world's top potion master, is now trying to develop an anti-diarrheal and fattening potion for pigs for a spell. This person is really messed up...

Hufflepuff saw through Salazar's thoughts and rolled his eyes at him: "Don't underestimate the art of raising pigs. If you dare, don't eat the pork produced by the school. Go catch wild boars with your disciples." Bar!"

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