Chapter 524
In the park, Wayne had been in a daze for a long time, but since this country was full of freedom, no one dared to come out and wander around at this time, so no one disturbed him.
Looking around, Wayne simply released a large-scale Muggle-repelling spell and directly extracted the altar.
Boom!
After a dull bang, the lawn in front of him was occupied by a huge circular altar, with a diameter of about sixty or seventy meters, exuding a desolate and mysterious atmosphere.
Wayne stepped up, and after reaching the top of the altar, a feeling of blood connection appeared in his heart, and a stream of information flowed into his mind, which was how to perform the sacrifice.
With the sturdiness of the artifact, he estimated that even if he threw the altar as a weapon and hit someone, it would be more powerful than most spells.
Of course, he didn't come up to think about which angle to hit someone.
Sitting casually on the steps, looking up at the starry sky, Wayne thought about the pros and cons of the dimensional altar.
There is no doubt that this is a powerful artifact. In terms of rank alone, it even exceeds the complete Dragon King inheritance. After all, no matter how powerful the Dragon King is, he cannot run around in different dimensions or worlds.
But Wayne is worried about whether he can use this artifact properly.
There are too many uncertainties in opening the world. What if the world he opens is a world of gods where pseudo-gods are worse than dogs and gods are everywhere? Then he dare not enter and waste the opportunity.
And it is meaningless for him to shake the ordinary world without extraordinary power.
There is also a most fatal problem.
Opening the world channel requires a life of the same rank to be sacrificed
Where can he find people of the same rank?
Do pseudo-legends like Grace and Slytherin count?
If not, then can he just stare blankly?
Fortunately, although Wayne's system has no emotions and not much intelligence, and can only do things according to the rules, its after-sales service has always been good, and it quickly gave the judgment method for creatures of the same level.
[Pseudo-legendary creatures with the same destructive power and whose life level has not been broken through need two sacrifices to open the first world. 】
I understand. If the quality is not enough, the quantity will make up for it, but at least it must be a pseudo-legend.
If Slytherin is really not dead and is found by him, this is one.
Then the other...
Wayne suddenly slapped his thigh.
"It's a big loss! I should have kept Fufu and Tom and fattened them up before killing them!"
"What's wrong with you?"
Back to the apartment, Grace looked at him puzzledly.
He was fine when he went out, but his face fell down after turning around.
"I feel like I lost 100 million." Wayne said sullenly.
Grace found his childish look funny, put down the stone slab and came over, also lying on the bed, hugged the boy's head, and teased: "For you, losing 100 million is nothing, right?"
"No." Wayne shook his head desperately, "I don't feel bad if I spend money, but I feel bad if I lose money."
The dog system did it on purpose. Among his enemies, only Tom and Voldemort have the potential to become pseudo-legends, but it was Tom who was killed that gave him the dimensional altar.
Now he can't even find a suitable sacrifice.
Does he have to use the sun disc to catalyze one himself?
That's too stupid...
"Have you researched anything on the slate?" Wayne looked up eagerly. He now hoped that Grace could quickly find clues about Slytherin and complete a KPI first.
"Not yet." Grace leaned against the soft headboard and was a little tired. "Most of it is about the humanities and events of that time, and there is very little mysterious information."
"But it's quite interesting to read. Just take your time."
Wayne couldn't help curling his lips when he heard this, "How can there be a Hufflepuff who likes reading so much as you? It's really a shame for the school."
He used to joke that Grace spent as much time in the library as ten Hufflepuff students. It must be that the Sorting Hat was confused again.
Now it seems that it really came true.
Ravenclaw himself was sorted into Hufflepuff College. If there is a chance, he really wants to travel back a thousand years ago and let the founders wear hats to see the results of the sorting.
Grace was so angry that she pinched Wayne.
"You are the shame of the school. If Helga were still here, she would definitely send you to Slytherin."
Speaking of the shame of the school, who else can be more worthy of this title than Wayne, a bad-hearted guy. Helga was asking for a kind-hearted child at the time.
Which of these adjectives is related to Wayne.
"Okay, you dare to hit me." Wayne has a bad temper, how can he not fight back when being beaten.
The two of them started to fight on the bed, and their equipment kept decreasing. Not long after, a moving symphony sounded in the room.
Mount Greylock, Massachusetts.
The campus of Ilvermorny is located on the top of the mountain. It is cast with powerful magic so that Muggles cannot find it, but the so-called powerful magic... is actually just that.
What kind of foundation can a school have with a history of less than three hundred years and a founder who is still a witch who has not received systematic training?
The arrival of Wayne and Grace was warmly welcomed by Fontana and Lavzi, so warm that Wayne was a little scared. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Even if they want to have a good relationship with him, they will not lower their attitude so much.
"Cassandra, long time no see?" Wayne walked a few steps away from the two old men with wrinkles on their faces, and then he looked at the girl welcoming the team behind with a smile.
Cassandra covered her mouth in surprise, "It turns out that the great Mr. Lawrence still remembers a little character like me."
"Oh, I recognized the wrong person." Wayne suddenly realized and raised his hand to apologize.
Cassandra was angry's face was white and red, but she soon became happy again.
"This beautiful lady, can I meet you?"
Cassandra has received countless compliments since she was a child, but the compliments have to be distinguished by who said them.
No matter how much the group of people in the school said, it would only make her feel disgusting, but if it was Wayne, she would listen reluctantly.
But Cassandra's smile did not last long, and she saw Grace's hand had quietly climbed to Wayne's waist. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
There were too many people around, and Grace just frightened him to let him flirt with the little girl in front of her.
After the simple welcome ceremony, the students went back to class, and Lafzi and Fontana acted as tour guides, taking the two to tour the campus.
Ilvermorny should be the magic school with the largest number of students in the world, with a total of nearly 3,000 students, and the campus area is much larger than Hogwarts.
Except for the main teaching building which is a six-story castle, the rest are mostly three-story buildings. Each college has an exclusive dormitory. I guess the Slytherin students are almost crying with envy.
Living in the basement for seven years can make normal people abnormal.
There is actually nothing worth visiting in the entire campus, except for the circular hall where the sorting ceremony is held, which is the former snakewood tree.
Although it has been stolen now, Wayne still wants to go and see it, and Lafzi did not refuse.
On the way, Wayne also knew why the two were so attentive.
"Grindelwald looted the magic house?" Wayne said in surprise. He had not paid attention to the developments in the magic world recently when he was with Grace, nor did he read any wizard newspapers, so he was naturally a little out of touch.
"Yes." Fontana nodded seriously, "half of the campus buildings were robbed, but fortunately there were no casualties."
"Chairman Keynes has been looking for you all over the world recently. I didn't expect you to come to North America."
"I've been exploring a ruin recently and haven't paid much attention to it." Wayne stroked his chin and murmured in a low voice, "Only half of it was robbed..."
He was not very satisfied with Grindelwald. Since he had already robbed it, couldn't he take more?
While talking, several people had already arrived at the location where the snakewood tree was originally located.
A five-hundred-year-old birch tree has been transplanted here as a facade, but its actual value is far less than that of the snakewood tree. []
Fontana came to the sad place and couldn't help cursing the Purger in a low voice. Until now, they still believed that all this was done by the Purger and did not associate it with Tom.
Wayne had no intention of taking out Slytherin's wand and returning it to its original owner.
As the saying goes, treasures belong to those with virtue. He is a man of great virtue, so the wand is most suitable for him.
What's more, Wayne and Grace have checked that this wand has a deep Slytherin mark. Unless they stop it, no one in this world canIt can prevent him from getting the wand.
Giving it to others is purely to help Slytherin keep it, and it may even be controlled by the wand and affect the mind.
Grace said that many wizards in their era did not ask others to make wands, but did it themselves, selecting suitable materials and slowly grinding them into the most suitable state for themselves, a bit like the feeling of the life instrument.
The advantages and disadvantages of this are obvious. The advantage is that such a wand will definitely be the best partner after it is completely formed. The disadvantage is that when you just get it, you may not even be able to cast magic.
After walking around the area, Grace shook her head slightly at Wayne, and the boy understood.
It seems that there is nothing to gain.
After taking a few photos around as a tourist spot, the few people returned to the castle.
Lafzi finally couldn't hold back and asked nervously, "Mr. Lawrence, how long are you going to stay this time? There are nice scenic spots around Ilvermorny, and you can also go to Arizona. The little thunderbirds back then have grown up a lot."
Wayne saw through his thoughts, "Mr. Volley, are you afraid that Grindelwald will target Ilvermorny?"
Lafzi and Fontana looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, but did not refute.
Not to mention them, now except for Hogwarts and Durmstrang, magic schools in other countries are in danger, fearing that Grindelwald will come to make friends with them.
So when they learned that Wayne was coming to visit, they were so excited and happy.
"I'm sorry, I'm going back in two days." After Wayne said this, the expressions of the two became visibly disappointed.
He continued, "But I will deal with Grindelwald's problem after I return. I can guarantee that he will not do anything to Ilvermorny."
The two headmasters were refreshed.
Wayne was silently complaining in his heart.
The magic world has the treasures left behind, and it is worth it for him to let a dark lord take the blame.
But what do you have in Ilvermorny?
The most valuable snakewood trees are in my hands. Am I going to steal the Indian's skull? .