I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 363 The Myth Returns!

Mad magic flowed from the tip of his staff.

The three colors associated with stars—azure, white, and purple—gathered like particles at the tip of his wand.

It surged and expanded.

After holding its position for several seconds, it was suddenly pushed by Irving.

With a whoosh, like arrows being shot out, a thick beam of light, as thick as several wizards' waists, struck the Cyclops's frost-covered chest and eyes directly.

"ah--"

Intense magical power flowed out of Owen's body as if a valve had been released.

The violent impact of the rapids produced a sound like Mars colliding with Earth.

This attracted the attention of countless people.

Yes—at this very moment, many wizards are gathered outside the 'veil'.

One after another, strangely shaped large ships emerged from the sea.

It was also oval-shaped like an egg, and after emerging from the water, half of the cartridge case twisted and contracted.

There is a flower-like bud emerging from the seabed, then the leaves open to reveal the flower bud platform inside.

Some are simply horse-drawn carriages, but the ones being pulled by what appears to be a magical creature called a water monster.

It is usually shaped like a giant horse covered in seaweed; yes, it can transform.

Regardless of the type of vehicle, it was now filled with wizards.

They have just arrived here.

It is clear that they are not the same group of wizards who are busy rescuing people at sea.

These people were all dressed more appropriately.

He looks like the kind of bureaucrat who sits in an office.

The wizards who arrived spoke different languages.

Most of the text is in Italian and Greek, with some Spanish mixed in.

Owen unleashed a stunning Origin Magic that shocked everyone. At that moment, they all stared intently at the 'pale purple' sea in the distance.

"Mr. Chairman." Suddenly, a wizard jumped out of the water and landed on the flower-shaped vehicle. "Underwater too, that golden curtain is cylindrical. Our people have already flown to an altitude of over 10,000 meters, but we still can't see the edge."

"Damn it, where did it come from! Is it some ancient ruin again? Which idiot wizard caused this mess!"

As a veteran bureaucrat.

It's normal for people to immediately look for a scapegoat.

They've gotten used to it, and it won't be easy to get them to change overnight.

Moreover, it is common for monsters to be accidentally released when exploring ancient ruins. They have experienced this too many times. To give a recent example, the Egyptian Ministry of Magic excavated a pyramid and released a man-headed lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beast, which resulted in the deaths of more than two hundred people in a Muggle village.

Later, they joined forces with Aurors from several countries and sent dozens of wizards with extensive experience in dealing with magical creatures to finally capture it.

This incident once made the Egyptian Ministry of Magic a laughing stock.

Later, they finally gave up on excavating the pyramids on their own and chose to cooperate with Gringotts instead.

"Who is the wizard fighting the giants? And who are these thieves?"

The president of the Italian Ministry of Magic roared, "We clearly stationed so many people outside the vortex, how could someone still sneak in!"

"Mr. Chairman, I think now is not the time to delve into this." At that moment, a wizard appeared from another ship, appearing in a phantom form. "What we need to do is immediately stop the situation from escalating further."

The person spoke Italian with a Greek accent, so it was obvious that he was Greek.

"Madam Minister, I am quite certain of what I should do. Besides, it seems we haven't invited reinforcements from Greece, have we?"

"Mr. Chairman," the middle-aged witch, dressed in a cream-colored, wraparound classical outfit, calmly stated, "Do you really think you can resolve such a disaster on your own?"

Her eyes swept over the hundreds-of-meters-tall stone giant. "We've already asked the Federation for help."

"Shortly after, the Federation's special investigator left, and according to the message he relayed, the order for emergency mobilization will soon be issued to the magic ministries of various European countries."

Prior to this, I had already sent letters of appeal to Britain, France, and Germany.

At this point, time is of the essence. The Federation's orders will inevitably be delayed.

"Is it that serious?" The president of the Italian Magic Association frowned, also looking at the 'pale purple sea'.

He admitted that giants hundreds of meters tall are indeed terrifying.

The Italian Ministry of Magic may not be able to spare the manpower to deal with it, as they are busy controlling the perimeter and rescuing Muggles.

There is a shortage of manpower.

But—the wizards gathered from all over Europe

Isn't this a bit too extreme?

Upon hearing this, the Greek woman did not speak directly, but instead waved her wand. Then, a globe with a diameter of about two meters floated out from behind her.

The globe floated and remained between the two people.

"This is!" The Italian president looked surprised; of course he knew what it was.

This is not a secret.

Each country has its own means of monitoring the fluctuations in its own magical energy.

Similar to the British Tracks and the Hogwarts Admission Book, this legendary Greek magical artifact was used to observe magical disturbances in the surrounding area.

However, due to the war, this treasure was mostly damaged and can no longer be monitored globally.

However, monitoring the entire Mediterranean Sea is still not a problem.

Oh—on a side note, in the Far East, there is a similar device that is completely intact and called the Magic Motion Machine.

"This—" When the Italian president saw the entire Mediterranean Sea illuminated in a blood-red light on the globe, his eyes widened involuntarily.

"Is the entire region surging with magic?"

"Yes," the Greek woman said in a deep voice.

Then retrieve the globe.

Red represents the most intense surge of magical power.

In normal circumstances, such as a violent riot by a young wizard, only a brief flash of blue light will appear.

The release of powerful dark magic will indeed cause a red glow, but that will only last for a moment.

Since the founding of the Greek Ministry of Magic, and after hundreds of years of monitoring the globe, they had never detected such a massive magical outburst.

This magic—

According to their calculations.

It's even possible to destroy the entire Mediterranean continental plate.

"The French and British Ministries of Magic are on their way, and the Aurors from Spain and Portugal have also arrived in this area."

Thousands of Aurors have now gathered in this area.

The Greek female minister looked extremely grim.

By Merlin!

Is this a catastrophe for the wizarding world?

Now—whoever the wizard fighting the giant behind the curtain is, she hopes that he can hold on.

We need to buy them time.

"I didn't expect things to be this serious!" The Italian president finally frowned, his eyes filled with apprehension as he looked at the 'pale purple sea'.

"Garona, how's the research on that veil going? When are we finally allowed to go inside?!"

As soon as the chairman finished speaking, a young, pretty woman who looked to be only in her early twenties walked up behind him.

She had long, light blonde hair and dark green eyes.

She wore a long blue robe with wide sleeves that were bound by a necklace woven from silver threads. Interestingly, the pendant on the necklace looked like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.

"It's very complicated, unlike anything we've ever seen before. Our people are going through the data and asking for expert help, and it will take time."

Over there in the vortex, the giant seems to have just awakened. We don't know the identity of the wizard fighting the giant, but I think now might be the best time to eliminate it, because based on past experience, ancient creatures that have just revived are generally in a weakened state.

The woman, holding a thick book, spoke with a serious expression, her hands constantly flipping through the pages. "We've never seen such an exaggerated magical barrier before, but every magical barrier has its limits. With sustained attacks, even the strongest barrier will eventually break."

"Alright, let's get started! Didn't Lady Diana say there are thousands of wizards here?"

"I understand." Garona nodded, then disappeared into the shadows.

On the bow of the ship, the Italian Minister of Magic and the Greek Minister of Magic anxiously gazed into the distance at the battle that seemed to be fought by gods.

Anxious.

After all, those two countries are the closest to the vortex.

One is on the west bank of the whirlpool, and the other is on the east bank.

Especially the Italian territory, which is very close to the coastline of the Apennine Peninsula, only about ten nautical miles away.

He even doubted that people on the shore could see this scene with the naked eye.

Italy has never been in such a crisis.

Perhaps—a thought flashed through the Chairman's mind.

Perhaps he could try to seek help from the Vatican; the Vatican must possess powerful magical artifacts, and perhaps among them is a weapon capable of killing that hundreds-of-meters-tall giant.

Over here, the Italian president is brainstorming.

The relationship between wizards and the Papacy is, if not irreconcilable, certainly one of complete hostility. It's unlikely he'd lower himself to beg the Papacy for help at this stage. Perhaps he'd only make a decision if the situation truly reached a point of life and death for Italy.

Meanwhile, Owen had just unleashed his most powerful Soul Torrent spell ever.

The powerful magical force shattered the iceberg beneath his feet.

Left with no other choice, he had to use a flight spell to hover over the sea.

Owen never used this flight spell for a simple reason: it was too useless. Wizards could apparate, and apparition was far more effective than consuming a lot of magic to maintain flight.

On the other hand, this spell was invented by Voldemort—what would others think if he used it?

This is the Death Eaters' signature black mist flight technique. How did a young Hogwarts wizard master it?

When Owen used the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and so on, Dumbledore would only say one thing: "Gellert is truly wicked."

Flying spell—then he'd truly be a sworn enemy of Voldemort.

"boom!"

"Bang!"

The torrent of souls left indelible scars on the giant.

Several sounds of ice crystals shattering rang out.

After the dazzling magic disappeared.

Owen looked into the distance—and saw that the giant's blood-red eyes on his chest still shone brightly.

The burning flames seemed about to burst forth.

The indelible scar he had just inflicted on the giant was—a few broken eyelashes.

"Spark!!!" The god's voice was no longer calm and composed.

This time, filled with intense anger and resentment, she shouted, "Is this the result you wanted? A few eyelashes? You went to all that trouble just to prove your stupidity!"

"Ha—" A cloud of black mist supported Owen as he floated on the sea. He waved his wand, and blue light turned into a thickener, which glued the broken ice back together.

Then the flight spell failed, and he landed back on the ice.

High in the sky, a storm was spinning rapidly, bringing down heavy rain.

Irving no longer had time to hold up his magic umbrella to shield himself from the downpour.

The rain poured relentlessly down his face, yet he grinned. Head held high, he met the gaze of the god, "Even gods get hurt! Ha—I've fucking given you invincibility now!"

"Foolish!" the god roared. "This is merely the shell of a god, an external thing. I know everything. Your fate was already sealed. Mortals cannot kill gods, not even you!"

The divine music resounded in Irving's ears.

But his response angered the gods.

"Shut up!" Owen stretched out his left hand and raised his middle finger high towards the mountain-like deity.

"You chatter away, you're so talkative!"

"You keep talking about gods, you little piece of trash trapped in a tower, what right do you have to lecture your father!"

The pale purple sea suddenly became calm.

Even the storm didn't stop for a moment.

Irving mocked the gods.

Those sharp words tore the last vestiges of dignity from the face of this prisoner who claimed to be a god.

The purple sea began to churn again.

This foreshadows the wrathful will of the gods.

Like a single, fiery eye of the moon, it shot out a dazzling gaze of death. The god no longer spoke, but exhausted his strength, and his eyes shone with a scorching red light.

The light was so bright it blotted out the sky.

It was as if the sky had been set on fire.

Immediately afterwards, the flames in his eyes suddenly burst into reality.

It resembled a volcanic eruption spewing countless lava and flames, accompanied by a tidal wave that roared and surged into the sky like an earthquake.

At this moment, the world was one color.

The water reflects the sky. The sky is the sea's mirror.

Perhaps it is up, perhaps it is down.

The surging waves crashed against the thin ice beneath Irving's feet.

Above his head was a scene of apocalypse.

But he remained unmoved.

Instead, a haughty smile appeared on his face. "That's more like it! That's more epic! That's more like the final battle! Haha!"

Exciting background music began to play in my ears.

That was the tune Irving remembered, like the sound of war drums beating in unison.

"Bakal, charge!"

As he finished speaking, the crown on his head came to life.

The dragon spread its wings and carried Irving high into the air.

Red lightning bursts and appears around the dragon.

"Snap!"

Red Thunder transformed into a long sword in the forepaw of a giant dragon.

Bakal raised his head, and simultaneously unleashed a dragon's breath and a lightning blade.

Explode——

The red electrosurgical unit was overflowing with brilliant flames.

The blow landed heavily on the giant's single eye.

And Owen on Bakkar's back.

He extended his magic wand.

A rose blooms, supported by Sanchez's force field.

The magic, imbued with the will of the gods, deflected all the fireballs and meteors erupting from the giant's single eye.

"Bakal! Let's go!"

Having succeeded in his attack, Owen commanded the dragon to immediately create distance.

After adding a crack to the fire giant's eyeball.

The golden ring high in the sky began to split rapidly.

In an instant, countless Dharma rings were squeezed out from the void.

There are at least thousands or tens of thousands of them.

Then—golden longswords began to emerge from all the magic rings.

This time, the number of golden longswords was a hundred times greater than before.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Boom—Boom!"

Like a Muggle anti-aircraft gun, the sky suddenly rose higher.

The storm, several nautical miles in diameter, was pierced by a shower of golden swords.

Golden light—red lightning—crimson lava—orange-red dragon breath.

Heaven and earth became the battlefield for both sides.

The storm became the battle drums for the two.

Thunder rumbled!

This proclaims that the battle of the gods has only just begun.

"Boom boom boom boom boom"

A dazzling rain of swords swept past the dragon.

Then, as if out of control, it flew straight across the golden curtain.

Flying beyond the curtain.

It exploded with tremendous force the moment it came into contact with the sea surface.

Countless wizards were swept away by the blast wave.

Most wizards waved their wands and activated defensive armor spells in an attempt to withstand the barrage of golden swords.

"puff!"

"What?"

"How is that possible!"

The golden sword pierced through the iron armor with ease.

Like cutting through the air.

The wizard behind the magic was pierced directly by the longsword, and blood gushed out high.

Then—his entire body turned to ashes in the explosion of the longsword.

There wasn't even a scream.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat immediately!!!"

The sea was stained red with blood, and limbs that had been blown to pieces fell into the ocean.

This scene severely provoked all the wizards present.

They began to move backward frantically.

After the first Ironclad Curse failed, no wizard dared to raise their staffs to defend against the god's attack. They could only use Apparition to flee in panic.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sea area was emptied, and the wizard retreated several nautical miles away.

They finally escaped the golden sword's attack range.

"Oh my god!"

"Merlin's beard!"

Time seemed to stand still.

That epic battle, which came from beyond words, was just like the stories in those ancient myths where heroes challenged invincible monsters.

All the wizards trembled as they looked up at the war between the gods.

What kind of power is that!

What kind of power is that?!

The roar that was about to burst forth was stuck in his throat, stuck in his heart, unable to be spoken, and unable to be swallowed.

In their eyes.

In that pale purple sea.

A silver dragon, unstoppable and relentless, transformed into a ruthless red-light-generating machine, frantically unleashing its fury upon the giant.

Dragon breath and crimson lightning continued to fall.

The wizard on the dragon's back was even more exaggerated. The blooming roses enveloped the dragon, and the dragon trampled on the roses like a white hole, deflecting any golden sword that came near.

Thousands of sharp blades flew past the dragon, yet they did not harm it in the slightest.

It shines brighter than the gods!

"spark!"

A strong mental fluctuation emanated from beneath the storm.

Everyone within a few nautical miles, whether wizard or Muggle, regardless of what language he spoke.

Whether he covers his ears or listens.

The voice seemed to echo in their consciousness.

The divine voice said, "You are powerless to resist even the slightest measure. Others before you have tried, both before and after my birth."

Every person who aspires to supremacy wields a weapon they believe is sufficient to repel an invincible will. Yet, in the end, they all become food. The surviving fragments—if any at all—become the salt of this pale purple sea.

"Trying to outshine the gods will only lead to your demise!"

Upon hearing this, the wizards on the sea were all greatly alarmed.

Fear and the desire to escape frantically grew in their hearts.

Those wizards with weak wills wished they could turn around and flee immediately, to escape to the other side of the earth.

Even those with strong wills could not hide the fear on their faces.

god?

Is it that giant?

It actually claims to be a god!

But—seeing the opponent's power, with thousands of sharp swords still exploding in their ears, the wizards had to admit that it possessed the power to call itself a god.

And who is this wizard who can fight against the gods?

While filled with fear, they also couldn't help but feel a surge of courage.

At this moment, the one who could fight against God became the only thing holding them back.

Unfortunately—they were destined never to hear Irving's answer.

Too far.

The sound couldn't get through.

Moreover—the woman in the eyeballs wasn't wasting her energy by speaking like that.

Her words were full of seduction and mental manipulation.

They really are everywhere!

Irving remarked.

"Oh--"

The voice of the gods faded.

His flippant voice rang out immediately, "Tsk—fighting with gods, what a pleasure!"

A strange phenomenon, resembling a starry sky, suddenly appeared on the pale purple sea.

It seems to have transformed into a mirror.

The Milky Way flows across the sea.

The dragon spread its wings and slowly descended.

Until its forepaws can part the sea and make the Milky Way flow.

"Plop—" A glass bottle was dropped from the dragon's back.

Next is the second one.

Three!

On the back of the silver dragon, Owen drank three different potions in succession.

Two bottles of vitality supplements to replenish lost energy.

A bottle of ultimate magic potion—made from dozens of magical ingredients such as leech juice and spider fangs—can cause a surge of magical power within the user's body in a short period of time.

Simply put, it allows wizards to cast spells more smoothly and with greater power for a certain period of time.

"origin--"

Owen's wand on the dragon's back suddenly emitted countless black mists mixed with purple and white light spots.

The fog spread extremely quickly.

Bakal's speed allowed him to quickly spread the black fog across the entire sea surface.

"The Dark Nebula, transforming from illusion to reality, rises—soars high, encircling the cradle of stars; the celestial hell is the end of the eve of creation."

"Origin, Source, and Starfall!"

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, the sea surface moved on its own even though there was no wind.

The Milky Way reflected in the mirror began to spin rapidly.

The star-shaped amber shines brightly in the Milky Way.

Then it became clearer and clearer, more and more spectacular.

Half a second later.

The amber, seemingly ethereal, materialized and emerged from the mirror-like seawater.

The purplish-black amber shot into the sky.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

The fourth one.