I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 423 The Truth—Within the Divine Tower

"Only the Guardian Charm can drive them away."

Irving spoke casually.

His tone unconsciously rose, and it wasn't hard to guess from his words that he possessed the powerful protective spell, the Guardian Angel Spell.

"Devour souls?" Koyatl didn't seem to notice Ron's sudden arrogance.

She knew last year that many young wizards at Hogwarts had mastered the Patronus Charm.

"It does resemble [The Pretender] somewhat," she murmured.

"Do they also feed on souls?"

"No—the [Impersonator] acquires the memories of the host by consuming the host's soul, which is how they can perfectly disguise themselves."

"Ha—they're really evil," Ron said. "I think it's best not to mess with these Dementors. If one spots us, more will come quickly."

Koyatl nodded in agreement.

Immediately, the two headed towards a corridor in another direction.

They quickly disappeared into the dim firelight.

The Soul Eaters didn't seem to have noticed them either.

The abomination continued to float back and forth, endlessly 'wriggling'.

It seems to have been like this for thousands of years.

"Sizzle~~~~"

Suddenly, the sound of a torch being extinguished echoed through the dimly lit corridor.

Perhaps the water had seeped in from the ceiling or walls and accumulated there. When the water droplets could no longer hold on, they dripped onto the torch.

Perhaps someone extinguished the flames.

Just like in the darkness, the human-shaped silhouette disappeared in an instant.

No one can say for sure what it is.

The evil revealed on this ominous night is only the tip of the iceberg.

There's something even deeper—something even more disgusting.

Right there—right at the end of that corridor.

"call--"

Koyatl turned around abruptly.

The dim light behind her made her feel for a moment as if someone was watching her.

The dappled light and orange-red halo resembled a fragile curtain.

The curtain enveloped her, causing her to feel disoriented.

Without thinking—she reached out and grabbed Ron's arm.

Their steps did not stop.

This familiar halo made her feel the need to lean on something.

The familiar corridor—the familiar torches—the familiar smells.

These memories brought to the surface of her deepest childhood recollections and the truth she had uncovered over the past few months.

In a daze—she saw Port Isabel.

I saw old houses in Queens, New York.

I saw the strange snake tree in the courtyard of Iphamoni Castle whispering in the language of snakes.

I saw this ancient obelisk, which may have existed since the dawn of humanity, when people were still eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Seeing that group of pathetic degenerates.

Disgusting, blasphemous creature!

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Degenerate.

This is a derogatory term.

If an ordinary person were to use this term to address another person, it would probably mean that you are a hairy baboon.

Here, however, American wizards use this term to refer to those poor Squibs.

They contemptuously referred to these people without magic as atavistic monkeys.

Koyatl never considered magic to be anything noble, but the Degenerates—they were a repulsive, hideous monsters.

They were the product of inbreeding, creatures that had degenerated into a completely different race from normal humans in order to preserve the purity of their bloodline.

Their facial features are almost entirely composed of defects resulting from inbreeding and physiological abnormalities.

Their average intelligence is pitifully low, and their bloodline and history are filled with vaguely documented murders and incest, as well as unspeakable acts of perversion and violence.

Perhaps only in this depraved and sinister land of Port Isabel, shrouded in ominous suspicion, could a demon like Koyatl Stewart be born.

Everyone remembers that the earliest Koyatl was born in 1921, but it was just a deformed mass of flesh and blood that could not be called human.

Her mother was a 35-year-old mentally challenged woman.

Fifteen minutes after little Koyatl was born, she and her mother were burned to ashes and thrown into Isabel's deep-water harbor.

From then on, countless Koyatels began to be born.

Countless wrecks slowly piled up in Isabel's deep-water harbor.

One day, these wreckages will pile up high enough—high enough!

It's so high that it's above the water.

To reveal to the world the remaining evil history buried deep within.

At that time, the dead corpses will crawl out of the water.

To take revenge on all those who wield magic wands.

Yes—they will climb out.

Because the first corpse has already appeared.

She was born on July 13, 1978.

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The story that led to her birth dates back to the spring of 1950.

That year, a stray dog ​​escaped from the European continent to North America.

Since the end of the Great Showdown of the Century in 1945, there have been countless stray dogs like this.

Most of them were followers of Grindelwald; the real heroes had already been captured by the Federation. Those who managed to escape were nothing but petty scoundrels.

But the one from 1950 was different.

She was Grindelwald's right-hand woman and the number two figure in the shamanic army.

They were wary of her identity.

At the time, no American wizard was willing to take her in.

The chaos Grindelwald caused in America is still fresh in everyone's mind; she remains a wanted criminal by the Magical Congress.

They are the key targets for arrest.

To protect her would be to make an enemy of the entire magical world.

Of course—Vinda was well aware of her fate.

The United States was just a stopover for her; her real destination was Africa.

I came here just to rest for a while.

Surprisingly, someone chose to protect her despite the huge controversy.

Those were a group of monsters.

Because it's difficult to call a group of creatures with goat-like faces, deformed bodies, missing limbs, and even tails human.

When they opened their mouths, their screeching roars, like the barking of hunting dogs, proved that they were definitely not human.

However—not everyone is an irrational madman; there are a few, a few who look more like humans, who can speak human language.

They call themselves "the Purgers".

The Purgers?

The distraught Wenda felt a sense of familiarity with the term.

In fact, any American wizard is familiar with this organization.

They were a group of wizards who hired mercenaries.

Before the 17th century, when no nation or magical government existed in North America, the people who fought crime on this land were wizard mercenaries known as the Purifiers.

At that time, dark wizards from the European continent would flee to North America after committing murder. The lack of a well-established international order and Auror organization made such cross-continental pursuits extremely difficult.

Victims are usually eager to catch the perpetrator.

Naturally, the black market for bounties began to flourish.

The purgers were a group of dark wizards after a bounty.

Regardless of whether they were criminals or not, the Purifiers would hunt them down for the bounty. Over time, they became increasingly corrupt and brutal. Eventually, they even began trafficking wizards and capturing innocent Muggles for the bounty.

In short—they are a bunch of ruthless thugs who double-cross each other.

The turning point came in 1693 with the establishment of the Magical Congress of America. This newly formed wizarding organization began to arrest and try those Purgers who had betrayed their own kind.

Those who committed murder, human trafficking of sorcerers, torture, and other atrocities were also executed.

However, some of the most notorious purgeers escaped capture. After the international warrants were issued, these individuals disappeared forever into the Muggle population.

The organization then began to split.

Some abandoned their wizarding identity and began to marry Muggles and form families, but passed on their hatred for wizards and the Magical Congress, and their descendants became the initiators of a new witch hunt in America.

Some, however, are unwilling to give up magic and power.

They began to marry indiscriminately, regardless of their preferences.

Purebloods combine with purebloods.

Generation after generation—lasting for over two hundred years.

Ultimately, they transformed into the disgusting, grotesque monsters that Wenda saw.

This is a stupid organization—at least until Rozier sorted out their bloodlines, yes, that's right.

But just over twenty years later...

By 1978, the organization had grown to the point of occupying parts of the Magical Congress and the Ivermony Magical Academy.

No organization has ever expanded so rapidly in the shadows.

Grindelwald's UMNO party won't work either.

They only attracted a large following after they stepped onto the stage.

And those who were purged?

They were like rats crossing the street.

How dare they show their face in the American magical world?

What truly enabled them to do these things was...

All these blessings came from that obelisk.

It is an ancient tower located on a reef off the coast of Brazil.

Nobody knows how many years it has stood there.

It is not complete.

Yes, the tower collapsed.

At least a third of its black stones have sunk to the bottom of the sea forever.

The Ministry of Magic has never stopped digging into this tower.

Someone is funding them—the fairies from Gringotts.

It's like fairies digging up the pyramids in Egypt.

At first, no one thought there was anything unusual about it; fairies just love to dig around and find treasures in the soil.

After a woman deciphered some ancient magic from a triangular-patterned slate, a group of wizard excavation teams appeared around the obelisk, in addition to fairies.

They were a group of people with strange appearances.

Wearing a black robe, covering all the exposed parts of his body.

Wearing a mask, he never takes it off, even in temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius.

The Brazilian Ministry of Magic, of course, took notice of this group of strange wizards.

However, they did not intervene. After the other party paid a large sum of Galleons, the Brazilians warmly opened their doors, welcoming them to dig freely.

It continued until—

yesterday?

Or today.

"I must stop them."

After returning to North America from Hogwarts, Koyatl had this idea in his mind.

At first, it was just the ravings of a madwoman, but as she regained her senses and the whispers of the gods ceased, her past memories became clearer and clearer, and this idea began to grow uncontrollably.

She spent some time on it.

From the library of fairies, the Purifiers, and Iphamoni, the Purifiers' secret library in Port Isabel uncovered part of the truth about her origins.

She also learned some things about that woman, that evil woman who opened the forbidden door, and what she had done.

This frightened Koyatl.

I've seen her at Hogwarts.

He had been so close to the most wicked witch.

If—if she could go back in time.

If she sees that witch again, she will not hesitate to cast a killing spell on her.

"boom--"

An unusual noise came from the dimly lit corridor.

Koyatl quickly hid to the side with Ron.

Before them appeared a group of furtive, hollow-faced, and strangely skeletal wizards, like creatures from the earth.

They were not Death Eaters, nor any kind of people Ron knew.

The presence of such a creature in this ominous obelisk undoubtedly evokes fear and disgust.

"What is that thing?" Ron asked in a low voice. He didn't even use the word "human," because it was so different from a human.

"The Purifiers," Koyatl replied simply. "You could also call them the Isabels."

"An Isabel?" Ron looked at her in confusion.

The witch's pretty face was covered with frost, and her blood-red eyes revealed a complex mix of fear, anger, and resentment.

Her fingers were trembling—was it excitement or fear?

"It seems we've finally found the right direction," Koyatl added.

"I must stop them as soon as possible."

After saying that, she suddenly stood up.

He raised his wand—only then did Ron notice.

Koyatl also changed her wand, and the one she used in last year's competition is no longer the one she used.

He didn't wait to continue observing.

The spell cast by Koyater had already flown away.

The Silent Mantra.

Cutting spell.

Vanishing spell.

The three spells worked together seamlessly.

Ron only saw the monster clutch its neck, groaning silently for a moment, before its head disappeared in the next second.

"Bang!" A slight knocking sound.

It was the sound of a corpse falling to the ground.

"Wow, that's amazing." Ron subconsciously touched his neck, then walked forward with the witch.

He cast the Vanishing Spell again, making the half-corpse disappear.

Next, clean and wipe away the bloodstains on the floor and ceiling.

"What exactly are you trying to stop?" Ron asked cautiously after doing all this.

Koyatl did not speak when the boy asked him the question.

She was a little surprised.

They were surprised by how skillfully the other party cleaned the corpse.

This is not normal—it is extremely abnormal.

How old is he?

Sixteen years old?

Two years or a year and a few months younger than me.

How could such a young wizard have such composure?

Could it be—could it be that during his imprisonment in the tower, some heretical evil had already invaded his mind? Had he become a follower of the Outer Gods?

Or perhaps he was originally a descendant of the Isabels, born with a bloodline of madness?

Perhaps I shouldn't have saved him.

Koyatl felt a little regretful.

Ron, however, did not notice anything amiss and continued to press her for answers.

"Why are you being so mysterious?" he said slowly. "What can't you be honest about? Maybe I can even help you."

"Why aren't you afraid?" After a long silence, the girl finally spoke.

With Granger and Sanchez, two Hogwarts wizards, around, she was somewhat unsure of what to do.

"Scared?" Ron was taken aback, then immediately understood. "Hey—it's just a corpse, I've seen plenty. In our first year, Harry, a whole bunch of classmates, and I saw one. It was our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who died; he was possessed by the Mystic back then."

Third-year Death Eaters invaded Hogsmeade Village, killing many wizards. And did you know about the War of the Sea Gods in the Italian waters this year? We dealt with quite a few ominous signs.

"Huh?" Koyater exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this. "You were here too?"

“Harry, Hermione, and I are all here. Don’t you read the newspapers?” Ron said. “Although most of the pages are dedicated to Hermione, there are also Harry and me, and George and Fred’s names.”

"You...you guys." The girl was stunned. She didn't know what to say. After a long while, she only managed to utter one sentence: "Hogwarts' teaching methods are truly unique."

"Um—you must have misunderstood something, but—it doesn't matter anyway, so what exactly are you trying to stop?"

This time, in response to the boy's question, Koyater finally gave an answer: "Since you participated in the War of the Sea God, you should know what's inside that obelisk."

"Hermione said, 'What kind of Outer God is it?'"

"That's right." She nodded. "But there are many obelisks like that all over the world, and the one we stand on is right here."

Koyatl pointed around.

"You—you don't tell me you're prepared to fight a Titan hundreds of meters tall." Ron's eyes widened; he finally understood where he was.

Even now, recalling that godlike battlefield from summer vacation makes him a little apprehensive, let alone having to deal with it himself.

"No—" Koyatl shook his head, "The one in Brazil is much sturdier than the one in Italy."

"Sturdy?" Ron remained noncommittal.

The surrounding dilapidated walls were riddled with cracks and leaks.

The corridor beneath your feet is undulating, with a deep pit appearing every now and then.

How can you tell that this place is sturdy?

"That's just the surface," Koyatl emphasized. "This is a tower built by a god, and its core remains intact. As long as we get there now, replenish our ancient magic, and maintain the barrier, that's enough—if we're lucky, we won't have any contact with the Outer Gods."

"What if things don't go as planned?"

"Unfortunate?" Koyatl's lips twitched slightly. "If he died at the hands of Death Eaters, it would just be a normal death."

If we don't make it in time, and the Outer God breaks free from the tower's restraints, then even our souls will probably be crushed and swallowed.

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"What? Are you scared?"

"To be honest, a little," Ron said through gritted teeth, "but—I certainly won't let you face this alone."

"Saving the world? How could I be left out! Hermione always gets all the credit before, it's my turn this time!"

Ron spoke with great enthusiasm.

But no matter how you look at it, it seems like he's trying to cheer himself up.

Koyatl felt he should be grateful.

At least she didn't save a moronic idiot who could only ramble on and on, whose mind had been hollowed out by cowardice.

But—in her view, the boy in front of her clearly lacked knowledge of that indescribable deity.

He only glanced at it from afar.

The time spent in contact with him could never compare to that of Granger.

All I knew was its towering, Titan-like form.

And this is the simplest form of the Outer God, yes—the simplest!

(End of this chapter)