Chapter 522
The origin of magic?
Wayne didn't know why Grace suddenly asked this, but he still gave an answer based on his own understanding.
"There are probably two conclusions in the magic world."
"The first one is what the pure-blood families have always believed. Magic is a privilege bestowed by God on the most outstanding people in ancient times and has been passed down to this day. This is in line with their bloodline theory, but it is not~there is no such possibility."
"It is said to be a gift from God. Maybe it is a gene mutation, and then it has been passed down through the recessive inheritance of genes."
"The second one is the reason that most scholars speculate..."
Wayne's face became strange, "Maybe ancient humans have a wide range of hobbies, not only interested in people, but also interested in animals, so..."
Well, it sounds quite perverted, but it is actually more perverted.
But thinking about Hagrid's father and a bunch of crazy witches who married vampires, Wayne can actually accept it.
"Why do you ask this suddenly? Aren't we talking about Slytherin?"
"I'll tell you the reason first, and you should understand."
Grace poured herself another glass of wine, organized her words, and began to speak.
"Actually... the two concepts you mentioned are true. These are the two ways that humans acquired magic in the earliest times."
"Either it was God's gift, or it was combined with magical creatures."
"But the earth originally had no magic. The so-called God's gift is actually the transformation that people experienced when they mistakenly entered the ruins and ate the magical food in them."
"Since the earth has no magic, where did these ruins come from?" Wayne frowned, "Don't say that those people went to other worlds and then came back. Isn't that too much?"
Grace didn't say anything, just looked at him.
"No, is that true?" Wayne's jaw almost dropped.
"You got it wrong. It was the ruins that came to Earth and formed the subspace." Grace said in a faint tone, "The so-called ancient civilization, the war between wizards and centaurs and other ancient races, is actually a war between the natives and the survivors in the ruins."
Wayne blinked and felt that he had traveled to another world, which suddenly became magical.
"Why, you don't believe it?" Grace glanced at the boy.
"A little bit, what you said is too mysterious." Wayne said truthfully: "You also know that I have a good relationship with Nicolas Flamel. He is only three or four hundred years later than you guys, but he never said these things."
"Because the ruins were almost extinct in our time." Grace revealed another secret, "When the four of us were adventuring together, we were lucky enough to enter a random space and have an adventure, which led to future achievements."
"Avalon, where the lake elves live, Mount Olympus of the Olympian gods, Asgard and the world tree mentioned in Norse mythology, the spread of these myths actually have more or lesswith the corresponding ruins and the creatures inside. "
"Their stories became known to more and more people and eventually evolved into myths."
"Many people speculate that these space fragments came from a powerful world that was destroyed. They drifted to the vicinity of the earth and were attracted by the main plane, becoming a subsidiary plane, that is, the subspace of the ruins."
"Including the so-called Death God and the three Death God brothers, they are actually powerful beings in the ruins, and the story has been passed down to the present."
Wayne was stunned, "Is there really a Death God?"
"There was once, but the ruins they were in were destroyed. The subspace is an extremely unstable product. There was a great battle in the space where the Death God was. Several powerful mages fought, and the space collapsed together, and finally perished together."
"Most of the information was obtained in that ruins, and some was passed down in written form. "Grace added, "But in the AD era, the existence of the ruins gradually disappeared. Some were separated from the earth, and some were self-destructed due to the passage of time. The upper limit of wizards' strength was constantly decreasing, and even their number was decreasing."
Wayne understood what she meant.
"Are you suspicious that Slytherin found a ruin?"
"Yes." Grace nodded gently, "He has always had the ideal of restoring the glory of the wizarding world and allowing wizards to regain their dominant position. The reason why he agreed to create Hogwarts with us was also to cultivate the combat power for wizards, so he was so repellent to the admission of Muggle wizards."
Wayne received so much information at once, and although he wrote it down, his mind was a little confused.
"Then why did he want to harm you and Hufflepuff?"
"How would I know." Grace rolled her eyes, "If I hadn't been poisoned and become weak, I would have called him and asked directly. ”
“Actually, I’m still not sure whether Slytherin is alive or not, but I felt traces of his magic on the veil of the Department of Mysteries a while ago.”
“It was you who broke into the Department of Mysteries.” Wayne didn’t show too much surprise, because he had guessed it long ago.
“That veil was once a teleportation anchor point for a relic.”
“Avalon?”
“That’s right.”
Wayne became interested, “Then I’ll go and see.”
Grace quickly grabbed him, “Didn’t I say that those spaces were either destroyed or left the earth? If you go in now, you can only enter the turbulence of the void space, and you can’t come back. Don’t mess around.”
“Okay. "Wayne looked very disappointed. He finally got some interest.
Without Fufu and Tom, the world has become much more boring.
Grace didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She patted the boy in a sneer, "You just want the world to be in chaos."
Wayne waved his hand and did it again, "Forget it. If Slytherin is still alive, he will come back sooner or later. Do you remember Trelawney's prophecy?"
Grace nodded, "My judgment is alsoThere are reasons based on her prophecy. After all, she is the descendant of the ancient Greek prophet Cassandra. " Speaking of Cassandra, Wayne thought of another Cassandra and suddenly asked: "Do you want to go to Ilvermorny to have a look? Tom stole the snakebone wand from there. Maybe there will be some clues? "
Grace showed a half-smile.
Slytherin's wand is in your hand, what else can you find in Ilvermorny?
But Grace did not refuse.
She disappeared before and went to find Slytherin alone because she was afraid of implicating Wayne.
After all, although Wayne was very strong at that time, he was not enough in her eyes.
It's different now. Just because Wayne can find him easily, and the high magic suppression faintly emanating from his body, Grace also knows that Wayne now has surpassed Ravenclaw back then and is her most solid support.
Looking at the charming girl in front of him with a smile, little Wayne is a little eager to move.
Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. In Grace's puzzled eyes, he took out a lady's wizard robe, and then used Transfiguration to transform it into the style worn by the statue in the Ravenclaw lounge.
"Come on, try it. "Wayne handed it over with a sly smile.
Grace took it unhappily, put it on, and put on the hood. To make it more realistic, she also picked up a heavy book and looked straight at Wayne.
"It looks like it, so much like it..." Wayne exclaimed in amazement, "I was wondering why I always felt familiar when I saw that statue back then. "
As he spoke, he approached and added another generation. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
He should be considered an ancestor of Hogwarts now. If Helena wants to call him father after returning, he will not mind.
Although they promised Wayne to go to Ilvermorny together, the two were not in a hurry to leave Egypt.
Grace came here not just for tourism, but to find ancient relics and get more information about them.
The older the era, the more inseparable the imperial power and theocracy are.
And the so-called gods are mostly former wizards. Grace followed this clue and wandered among the ancient countries. .
This time she set her sights on Ramses II, the favorite of the sun god.
Ra II was one of the greatest pharaohs in ancient Egypt. He reigned for 67 years. He conquered the east and the west and built a lot of buildings at home. He was called the king of kings.
After playing for two days, the two went to the Abu Simbel Temple near Aswan, a southern Egyptian city.
This was the temple built by Ra II's own queen. Only on the spring and autumn equinoxes can the sun shine into the deepest part of the temple, which is a miracle.
It's a pity that the current Abu Simbel Temple is actually a product of transfer. In order to build a dam, the temple was moved hundreds of feet, and the original ruins have become a lake.
Wayne gentlyRaising his hand, the lake water separated into a passage.
"This place has become a tourist attraction, how can we find useful information?" Wayne asked in confusion as he walked in front.
"The tombs and temples outside are for people to see, used as a cover, the real treasure must be hidden."
Grace wore a pair of black-framed glasses at this time, and held a notebook and a feather pen in her hand, pointing Wayne from time to time and asking him to change direction.
After walking for about half an hour, he finally found a slate at the bottom of the lake. He picked it up as if he had found a treasure, looked at it for a while, and took out a few more slates from his bag and pieced them together.
Wayne couldn't understand the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and didn't understand what was written on them.
"Found it." The girl happily collected all the slates, and when Wayne was confused, she pulled him directly to the desolate desert.
A triangle iron made of pure gold appeared in her hand, pointing to the sun in the sky, and the sunlight projected into the inside of the triangle, forming a beautiful light spot.
Grace kept adjusting the direction of the light spot. When one corner of the triangular light spot pointed to the north, the triangle iron suddenly made a crisp sound.
Then the earth began to tremble, and a magnificent pyramid rose from the ground.
"How did you determine that it was here?" Wayne asked curiously.
He had just arrived in this area and had actually felt the obscure fluctuations of magic, but Grace was able to find the right location with a few stone slabs. This was pure wisdom.
"Those stone slabs are love letters written by Ramses II to Nefertari, which repeatedly mentioned their favorite garden. His real tomb is likely to be here. As for the mummies in the Valley of the Kings, you don't need to see them to know that they are fake." After Grace finished speaking, she couldn't wait to go in and explore.
"Let me do the rest." Wayne quickly found the entrance to the pyramid - the thirteenth level in the north direction.
Then, the stone door was smashed by violence, and Wayne pulled people in.
Then, there were dull explosions and the shaking of the earth, and Grace's screams.
"Wayne! Be gentle! You can't hit this!"[]
"This one won't work either! This is a cultural relic, I want to take it back for research!"
"Oh! Stone sphinx, calm down! Calm down!"
Boom!
The top of the pyramid was blown away in half, and mummies and dried corpses flew out of it and fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
There were also several broken statues of beast gods.
Grace followed Wayne, who had turned into a violent maniac, with no hope in life.
This guy likes to rush around no matter what he does! .