Simultaneously traversing: the pinnacle of all realms

Chapter 95 Fantastic Beasts? Magical Creatures!

Newt Scamander wrote very clearly in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them": Basilisks can lay eggs.

Yes, that's right.

Although the basilisk was originally a magical creature created through a magical ritual, it possesses full reproductive capabilities and can perpetuate its species by laying eggs.

The magic of creating new species?

This means that a dark wizard could create a completely new, self-sustaining species using a relatively simple magical ritual.

This means that a dark wizard, using almost childish methods, accomplished what nature would take millions of years to achieve.

This is hardly the "breeding" of magical creatures.

This is clearly the "creation" of magical creatures.

The same goes for the eight-eyed giant spider.

Perhaps there are many other magical creatures like this.

Unicorn, Phoenix, Thestral, Fire Dragon —

How many of these amazing animals actually evolved naturally?

And how many of them were created by ancient wizards using magic?

Thinking about this, Xavier couldn't help but feel that Newton's coffin lid hadn't even been pressed down yet, and Darwin's coffin lid was already starting to stir.

What's even stranger is that, with the same materials and the same steps, why can't Muggles ever do it?

Even if you put eggs and toads together, no matter how you put them, Muggles will only ever hatch chicks, or nothing at all.

Only a wizard can use this seemingly absurd ritual magic to bring forth such a terrifying creature as the basilisk.

What exactly is the missing link in this process?

What's hidden behind all this?

Why did it give him the impression that a wizard could do whatever he wanted and rewrite the rules of nature at will?

A phrase suddenly popped into Xavier's mind: the authority of God in creation.

The snow outside the window was falling heavier and heavier, landing on the glass windows of the library and blurring the view of the castle outside.

Xavier looked out the window at the vast expanse of white and fell into deep thought.

He suddenly realized that his previous understanding of magic was too rigid and conventional.

Horcruxes, alchemy, the Deathly Hallows, ancient magic—these are just the tip of the iceberg.

The power of magic to create life and species is perhaps more fascinating, and of course, more dangerous, than all those other things combined.

This power can create both sacred beings and monsters that bring death and fear.

How much of this power do ancient wizards still possess?

What have they done with this power?

Xavier closed the book, packed his things, and got up to leave the library.

The corridor was empty except for the crackling of the fire in the fireplace, which cast flickering light on the knight portraits on the walls.

Today is Wednesday.

It was a weekly lesson he and Dumbledore had agreed upon.

Arriving at the principal's office from the spiral staircase, Xavier gave the stone beast the command: "Lemon Olaf."

It seems that Dumbledore has been particularly fond of these sour candies lately.

The stone beast slowly moved aside, revealing the door behind it.

As you push open the door, a faint aroma of honey and cinnamon wafts out.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, wearing a fiery red robe, holding a long quill pen in his hand, seemingly writing something.

Good evening, Ethan.

Dumbledore put down his quill and looked at him with a gentle smile.

Xavier sat down as usual and asked his questions about alchemy. After Dumbledore patiently explained, he asked another question.

"Professor, I've heard that wizards are forbidden from using the Apparition Charm within Hogwarts Castle, is that true?"

"That's right."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "The castle's magic will block all wizards' Apparition spells; this is to protect the students' safety."

"What about those who keep Pokémon?"

Xavier then changed the subject, "I've seen house-elves in the kitchen appear and disappear freely in the castle; they don't seem to be bound by that restriction."

Dumbledore's smile faded slightly.

"Yes. House-elves' magic is different from ours; they can bypass most of the magical barriers set up by wizards."

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"Does this mean..."

Xavier feigned curiosity and asked, "If someone wanted to do something bad using house-elves, wouldn't the castle's defenses stop them?"

Dumbledore remained silent.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table as he sighed softly to himself.

This is a chronic problem that has plagued the wizarding world for hundreds of years.

Too many wizards treat house-elves as talking tools, wantonly beating, scolding, and abusing them.

He had always wanted to change this situation, but he also knew that deeply ingrained ideas could not be changed overnight.

All he could do was protect the house-elves at Hogwarts as much as possible and give them a relatively safe environment.

But Xavier is right.

The fact that house-elves are not subject to magical restrictions is indeed a huge security risk.

They could easily be exploited by malicious individuals, bringing danger into the castle.

Even subconsciously, he didn't take the power of the house-elves to heart.

"Sharp senses, Mr. Xavier. I'll handle this."

Dumbledore looked at Xavier, his tone serious, "I will readjust the castle's defensive magic to plug this gap as much as possible."

Xavier nodded.

This matter can be left to Dumbledore; since he promised, he will do it.

In the corner of the office, the worn-out Sorting Hat was hanging on the coat rack, emitting a soft snoring sound, as if it were fast asleep.

Xavier was doing the "homework" Dumbledore had given him on the spur of the moment, and as the light fell on the Sorting Hat, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly—

That hat is so dirty.

It was covered in dust and grease, and there were several obvious signs of wear. It really needed a good cleaning.

Just as it thought of this, the Sorting Hat suddenly trembled and the brim lifted slightly—it suddenly felt a sense of malice.

"Huh? Who's cursing me?"

It mumbled something, then slumped down again and continued snoring.

Xavier raised an eyebrow.

His gaze then swept over the glass cabinet behind the principal's desk.

The Gryffindor sword is displayed there quietly.

Because of the plot changes, Harry did not pull the sword from the Sorting Hat in the Chamber of Secrets as he did in the original story.

This is a beautiful silver sword that King Ragnook I of the Goblin Kingdom made specifically for Godric Gryffindor.

Its hilt is inlaid with a sparkling ruby ​​the size of a pigeon's egg.

Near the hilt, the full name of its first owner—Godric Gryffindor—is clearly engraved on the blade.

As a masterpiece crafted by fairies, this sword is indestructible, and its silver blade repels dirt, keeping it forever pristine.

There is a mysterious connection between the sword and the Sorting Hat, as both items once belonged to Godric Gryffindor.

Only a true Gryffindor, when in peril and displaying immense courage and loyalty, can pull the sword from the Sorting Hat.

This is similar to the Arthurian legend where the sword in the stone can only be pulled out by a chosen one.

However, it does not only recognize one "chosen one." Any qualified Gryffindor student can receive its help when needed.

The most powerful magical attribute of this sword is its ability to absorb any substance that can make it stronger.

Xavier guessed that Dumbledore must have drawn the sword long ago.

However, he no longer needs to use it in battle.