Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Blurred lines remain on the ruins eroded by the wind. The magic words that were once inscribed on them are no longer legible. The power of magic has faded. Time is the gentlest knife. It can erase any trace of existence when there is no sound.

The ripples that Dai binocular inspected here went deep along the narrowest gap, and there was a cavity under the blood-soaked square. Grindelwald had been here before, but like all other seekers, he failed to gain anything.

Not every relic contains coveted treasures, most of the relics are already empty, the treasure chest that people see from a distance, maybe before you get close, the disturbing breeze when you come has already blown it into dust.

An entrance blocked by mud, vines, and moss was cleared by spells. Along the incomplete stone steps, Harry came to the lower level of the ruins. There were hardened black marks beside the collapsed stone pillars, and the fragmented skeleton could still barely see the human form, but the blackened bones gave off a paradoxical atmosphere. Harry saw a bone horn growing from the skull on a broken skull. It was hard for him to be sure that it was human remains.

Although the supporting pillars had almost disappeared, the nearly ten-meter-high underground room did not give people the feeling of being crumbling. Those supporting pillars seemed to be just decorations, and the relatively well-preserved magic words on the walls still had a little gleam.

It was off-white light, so pale that it was almost invisible, thin off-white lines covered the entire room like a spider web, and they flowed through the etched grooves, outlining and writing countless magical words.

The ancient wizards did not use Old English. English was not known anywhere at that time. They used runes, which is the text taught in the ancient runes elective course today. Unlike Muggle runes, the ancient runes had a total of forty-nine letters instead of twenty-four.

Ruins that have been reduced to ruins are of no value to ordinary wizards. There is no need to study and study the ancient magic that appears to be very rough. Although ancient wizards have left magical relics that have survived for thousands of years, they rely on powerful flying bricks rather than universal magic skills.

But for Harry, who can intuitively see the ancient magic power, this residual magical aftertaste is the greatest treasure.

In the center of the spider web he approached, a gray-white vortex gradually appeared as he approached, just like the black-and-silver vortex seen in the ruins of the Forbidden Forest. When he touched the gray-white vortex, a black and white world unfolded.

A silver-haired old man wearing simple armor suddenly appeared in front of Harry. He was extremely old. His wrinkled skin was like the annual rings of a tree. It was the valley of time. The old man was much older than Dumbledore, but his body was surprisingly strong. He was about 1.9 meters tall, and his bulging muscles supported the thick armor.

Harry saw a delicate and magnificent bow hanging from his back, and the gorgeous bow inlaid with countless precious stones exuded dazzling brilliance even without sunlight.

Before the new type of wand, which is the prototype of the gun wand, the fire wand was introduced to Europe, the wizards here used the bow and arrow wand for a long time. This picture was left at least seven or eight hundred years ago, or even longer.

In the black and white world, the only color is the old wizard in front of him. After the picture appeared, he opened his mouth and spoke into the air, but what he said Harry couldn't understand at all, but then, the old man's fingers wrote and drew in the air, leaving a long series of strange gray and white characters.

Harry had never learned ancient runes, but that did not prevent him from quickly recording these words and copying them on parchment.

The old wizard who was talking to himself said a lot, and gradually, Harry noticed something strange, the old man seemed to be telling him something.

It was as if he already knew that after a hundred years or even a thousand years, someone would come here and see all this.

After the gray and white text dissipated, the old man took a few steps forward. Suddenly, the originally empty black and white world was stuffed with many things that made Harry's hair stand on end.

A rock giant with a standing height of at least 30 meters was placed in the center of the room. Harry knew immediately that this was definitely a demon race above a thousand commander.

In the abyss passage that Voldemort opened before, there was a Demon Commander who wanted to climb out, but was crushed and crushed by the collapsed space channel, and the height of that behemoth was only fifteen meters at most, only half the height of this giant. The one in front of Harry was probably a Demon Commander who was caught by a wizard and brought to the magic world, that is, the Maharaja of the Demon Race.

'Is this man crazy? ! ’ This idea immediately came to Harry’s mind, but when the old man walked up the wooden steps to the lying giant, Harry immediately felt relieved.

The demon lord had been killed, and a huge pit appeared in his completely torn chest and abdomen, and in the middle of the pit, there was a huge crystal-like 'heart' floating above the pit.

The Maharaja of the Demon Race is qualitatively different from other Demon Races below ten thousand heads. They no longer have multiple magic power cores, nor do they have spider web-like magic power veins. The ball of yarn that seems to be woven with rope is their only magic power core.

Under Harry's gaze, the old wizard stepped on the air and walked to the ball of wool, and he took off the huge bow and arrow tied behind his back.

Harry watched every movement of the old man attentively. The bow and arrow that had been taken off was put aside. The old wizard who reached out to grab the ball of wool skillfully found the cut-off part of the ball of wool. In just a moment, the ball of wool that had been completely dismantled turned into a rope as thick as a thumb and about two to three meters long.

The old man who picked up the giant bow directly wound the long cable around the arms and strings of his giant bow. Some obscure spells were recited loudly by him. The old wizard with a pious expression showed a trace of tension and excitement on his face. As the voice of chanting the spell became higher and higher, the rope wrapped around the giant bow began to melt strangely, and quickly penetrated into this gorgeous giant bow.

The old wizard who suddenly stopped chanting the spell was extremely nervous at this moment, and even Harry beside him couldn't help holding his breath. As time passed, a red halo gradually lit up on the bow of the giant bow.

A burst of "hahahahahaha" laughter almost didn't scare Harry up, as if he had encountered something very happy. The old wizard laughed so hard that he couldn't even see the creases on his face. His radiant face seemed to be a hundred years younger. Holding the giant bow tightly in his hand, he yanked it to the full bowstring, and a thick magic arrow took shape instantly. As he let go, the magic arrow shot into the sky pierced through the roof of the room they were in, blasting a huge hole at least 20 meters in diameter.

The magic power that blasted the ceiling rose straight into the sky. The originally clear sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant. In the next instant, Harry found that he was standing on the top of a towering tower, and the old wizard was standing in front of him. The magic arrow shot into the sky attracted a huge cloud beyond imagination. Looking far away from the top of the tower, Harry saw a ray of light that was not blocked by the cloud at the extremely distant boundary between the sea and the sky.

With his superficial knowledge of magic, Harry has no way of confirming whether there is such magic in the world that can cause such a terrifying effect so easily. If such magic really exists, then wizards may really have mastered the mighty power of gods that can change the world.

The old wizard who couldn't put it down and caressed the giant bow turned around. He showed his weapon in Harry's direction. The excitement and happiness on his face couldn't be concealed at all. It was like a child who got a toy that he was thinking of, and his smile was very pure and bright.

Harry, who was a bit confused, froze for a moment, but then, the strange syllables from the old wizard's mouth made him shiver.

"Lok-Wuld-Kest"

The gray-white ancient magic power surged out from the old wizard's body, turning into a beam of magic power penetrating the sky, and the originally gloomy sky set off a violent howl at this moment.

"Sky, whirlwind, storm?"

When he understood the meaning of these three words, a sky-supporting dragon connecting the sky and the sea was born in the leaden gray cloud. The extremely terrifying sea tornado sucked the endless cloud like a whale. But in just ten seconds, the sky was clear again and the sun was shining. Hundreds of millions of tons of seawater fell from the sky when the tornado suddenly disappeared.

But before he saw the furious tsunami set off by the sea, the black and white world suddenly shattered, and the dilapidated stone pillar fell into Harry's eyes again.

The gray-white vortex gradually subsided, and everything just now seemed like a dream.

"I'm thinking. Is this the legendary Ouhuang Sunka?"