I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 429 Within the Illusion

The two bodies remained motionless, as if the flame of life had been extinguished.

Even so, it still aroused the disgust of others.

"How touching," Voldemort scoffed.

"However—you can all die now."

His face instantly turned cold, and he raised his wand, unleashing a deadly beam of light.

"Avada Kedavra—"

Death's scythe was raised high, its unseen blade already aimed at the two wizards.

And at the very moment he swung his knife.

A bright white light appeared.

Then an angry voice rang out.

"Sanchez force field".

Magic, shaped like flower petals, appeared out of thin air.

The direction that was swerved in the instant of death led it elsewhere.

"Who!" Voldemort roared.

He stared fiercely at the rubble in the distance.

"boom!!!"

One stone after another, as if being lifted up and falling like meteors, hurtled towards Voldemort.

He angrily transformed his wand into a longsword and cleaved the stones that posed no real threat to him.

"It's you!"

Finally, he saw who it was.

The man standing on a rock, with his left hand gripping the neck of some unfortunate Death Eater, wearing a black trench coat and with an arrogant look in his eyes, was looking at him.

"That's how you kill, Tom!" Grindelwald said haughtily.

Then apply slight pressure with your left hand.

There was a "click".

He actually snapped the neck of that unfortunate Death Eater.

Then, Grindelwald tossed the corpse, which resembled a dead dog, aside.

Just now—the obelisk suddenly collapsed, burying him in the rubble. This caused some delay, but he made it in time.

"Hmph—" Voldemort's face trembled, a sign of extreme anger.

The next second he waved his wand.

A ball of fierce fire appeared out of nowhere.

It enveloped the entire island in an instant.

Even the cold sea breeze of the week seemed to have a gentler temperature at this moment.

Having obtained the power of the Outer God, he became even more powerful.

The Fiery Curse he unleashed was like a torrent of scalding hot gold, terrifying—yet insane.

Grindelwald also used flames as a defense.

A blue and white fire dragon flew close to the ground, enveloping him and the two little wizards whose bodies were gradually growing cold.

They protected each other beneath them.

Compared to the Fiend's Fiendfire, Grindelwald's Fire Shield is much weaker in both range and power.

In addition, a rain of golden swords fell from the sky.

He was at a disadvantage in just one exchange.

While casting Fiendfyre, Voldemort unleashed another deadly spell.

But the spell missed its mark.

It hit a rock nearby.

Grindelwald flicked his wand lightly.

Immediately afterwards, both the Fiery Blaze and his Fire Release techniques showed signs of being dissolved by something—because in that instant, the flames disappeared.

Voldemort immediately conjured a silver shield from the thin air to defend himself.

However, the spell did not fully work on the shield; after a low, gong-like sound, part of the spell struck his body.

Voldemort's face, which looked as if it had been cleaved by a knife and axe, had a corner of it shaved off.

A very inconspicuous corner.

In just two or three breaths, the wound healed.

But Voldemort felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

"Is this your magic? You think you can kill me with this?" Voldemort roared madly. His hideous face and the golden light emanating from his body were completely at odds. At this moment, he looked like some kind of beast or evil god.

"Kill you?" Grindelwald laughed arrogantly.

"You think too highly of yourself."

"Someone like you can only compete with the little wizards around me."

He walked with a leisurely and elegant gait, his figure exuding a unique charm.

"Ha ha—" Voldemort let out a terrifying laugh.

Then he raised his wand high.

The Dharma Ring high in the sky is descending at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It stopped when it reached a critical point.

Then it shone brightly with golden light.

Before anyone knew it, a small ring appeared beneath Grindelwald's feet.

He immediately took steps to avoid it.

But the ring seemed to be stuck to him, and no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape.

Faced with such an attack, the dazzling force field flowers bloomed again, and deflection was the most effective defense.

This magic was originally designed to counter the magic rings of the Outer Gods.

Many years ago, when he faced the divine essence of other obelisks alone, he was tricked. Later, during a casual hunt with young Owen, he inadvertently mentioned wanting to develop a spell that could completely defend against all magic, which the boy overheard.

A few days later, he came up with a brilliant idea.

It took Grindelwald a long time to invent the force field magic he knew today, derived from the Infinite Stretching Charm and the Apparition Charm.

And this magic did indeed fulfill his vision—to defend against all spells.

The sword in the vast sky was indeed deflected, but Grindelwald's face remained completely unmoved.

This was originally designed to control it, so its effectiveness is perfectly reasonable.

However, the magic required to deflect the gods is enormous. If he cannot persevere in this process, the infinitely expanding space will immediately collapse, and he will be swallowed by the chaotic space. In such a case, the wizard will be torn to pieces instantly.

Not everyone is Owen, who can use this spell with impunity thanks to the power of ancient magic, but others cannot.

But now.

Voldemort seemed to have anticipated this.

The next rain of magical swords is already on its way.

With nowhere to hide, Grindelwald could only swing his staff again, and the azure petals appeared for the third time.

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A world of pure white.

Ron lay face down, listening to the silence.

He was completely alone. No one was watching him; there was no one else around.

He wasn't even sure if he existed.

A long time passed—or perhaps no time at all. During this time, he was merely aware of his own existence, as if his thoughts had detached from his body, leaving only his mind.

He could perceive his surroundings, but he couldn't see himself.

He tried to move his body. It was easy, and he soon felt the shift in his perspective.

It felt as if I existed within a thin mist.

But it's different from real fog.

It's not that the surrounding scenery is shrouded in fog, but rather that the surrounding scenery appears to be composed of fog, only that it hasn't yet formed a concrete landscape.

The ground he was lying on seemed white, neither cold nor hot, just a kind of existence, a flat, empty thing.

Suddenly—it seems like the wind has picked up.

Some of the smoke was blown away.

They outlined the contours.

Ron suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him was familiar.

Perhaps to test his will, the surrounding scenery immediately became clearer.

He saw rolling hills and fertile grasslands stretching as far as the eye could see.

He saw a dilapidated, crooked house that looked like it could collapse at any moment.

He saw four or five chimneys on the roof of the house.

He saw a large, overgrown garden behind the house, with a large green pond teeming with frogs.

"Where am I?"

Ron turned around abruptly, and a young woman appeared behind him.

She had long, fiery red hair, freckles on her face, and wore a beautiful, gorgeous, medieval sky-blue dress with a distinct Rococo style.

"This is my home," Ron said naturally.

For some reason, the witch in front of me, who looked somewhat similar to Ginny, gave me an immense feeling of warmth the moment I saw her, like she was a mother or an elder.

"Your house?" The witch grabbed Ron's arm. "Show me around."

They walked along the winding hillside path, past Mr. Arthur's carport, and pushed open the oak door.

"Ding-dong"

The bell rang.

This was deliberately placed in front of the door by Mrs. Weasley so that she could always know whether George and Fred had sneaked out.

The living room comes into view.

That was a room that looked very comfortable.

There was a sofa and several chairs. The living room also had a large fireplace, a large wooden radio, and a unique clock.

Ron stared at the clock curiously and noticed that all the hands were pointing to "home".

Next to the living room is the kitchen, which has a huge window facing the endless hills in the distance.

Everything was so lush and green.

There is also a wall clock with only one hand, and words like "brew tea," "feed the chickens," and "you're going to be late" are written on the clock face.

The kitchen's front door leads to the front yard, and the back door leads directly to the garden, which is the Weasleys' "social center."

The witch walked into the living room and stared at the clock that displayed the house for a long time. "I didn't expect you to still have this."

she says.

Then he went to the kitchen and leaned against the huge windowsill.

He looked at Ron with a smile in his eyes.

Ron then moved a chair and sat between the living room and the kitchen.

"Are you—Ms. Shani Maeve Weasley?" He wasn't stupid. After racking his brains for a while, he realized that the only Weasley member who could be here was that legendary wizard hero.

Others don't have that ability.

"Yes," Shani said casually.

"So...am I dead?"

"Heh—" Shani's smile widened. "That's a problem, but I think—you haven't yet."

The two looked at each other, and his great-great-great-grandmother was still smiling.

"No?" Ron expressed surprise. He had lost so much blood, there was no way he was still alive.

"No," Shani said firmly.

"But..." Ron wanted to explain something, and he instinctively reached out to touch his stomach.

But the area was as flat as ever, even with some bumps, and the hole—was gone.

And just as he was wondering.

The doorbell rang again at the humble abode.

"This is the second time I've been to a place like this."

Koyater looked around, his gaze shifting away from the everyday objects.

"Death has become a luxury for me."

"Oh—you can't think like that, child." Shani walked over cheerfully and pulled the girl to Ron's side.

Then his eyes kept scanning the two of them.

"Fate is truly a wonderful thing," she said.

"So—what's going on here?" Koyatl's appearance only deepened Ron's confusion.

He was completely unaware of the profound meaning behind his great-great-great-grandmother's words at that moment.

"Alright—all the young wizards these days are so impatient," Shani said gently. "Where shall we begin?"

"Oh—that divinely inspired tower in Brazil."

Her emerald eyes stirred up memories of the past, taking the two young wizards back with them.

"The Divinely Granted Tower—of course, you now call it the Obelisk, but it means the same thing."

"In the distant past, that tower belonged to a witch named Quetzal Koyatl."

"Quetzalcoatl?" Ron was taken aback. "Isn't that the name of Quetzalcoatl?"

"Oh—I'm glad you know about Quetzalcoatl," Shani said. "It's a rather complicated story, and I don't know the whole story myself. Would you like to hear it?"

"Please explain in detail," Ron and Koyatl said in unison.

"Alright." Shani raised the corners of her mouth and continued, "In ancient times, wizards who mastered ancient magic were considered gods. Of course, wizards at that time did not call them that. It was only when later wizards could no longer reach that level that they sighed and called those wizards gods."

No one knows the origin of ancient magic; it may be as old as the world itself. Another theory suggests that magic originated from a star-shaped amber object. After it fell to earth, nearby creatures gained magical powers.

Ron and Koyatl nodded, their thoughts drifting away. They were transported back to that ancient era by Shani's melodious voice.

"A long time has passed, about five or six thousand years ago. A wizard who mastered ancient magic became the most powerful wizard of his time. At some point, he wanted to seize the ancient magic of other wizards and combine it into his own."

Then came the War of the Gods, which you are all familiar with.

"I don't know what happened in between, but judging from the result, the Outer Gods were expelled from our world, and most of the gods themselves were killed or injured."

"However, the Outer God did not stop; he continued to attempt to resurrect himself in this world through mental invasion."

"The Tower of Divine Gifts is a place that imprisons a part of the essence of Outer Gods. You probably understand what that means now."

"Later generations defeated him, Quetzalcoatl defeated him, and imprisoned part of the Outer Gods' essence?" Koyatl replied immediately.

"No—the Outer Gods are unimaginably powerful." Shani shook her head. "It's mutual imprisonment, like one person dragging the other in place."

"." Koyater couldn't believe it. Could a mere fraction of the Outer God's power be this strong?

"The struggle between them is endless; some are still tug-of-war, some have already failed, and some still exist, like the one you are in."

"Then I didn't come back to life before?" Koyatl continued to ask.

Shani responded with a smile, "You're peculiar."

This may be related to your birth. You will have to find out the specific reason yourself. What I can see is that after the corruption of the Outer God was cleared from your body, the magic belonging to the Feathered Serpent God began to repair your soul and body.

This consumed so much of your magic power, and it may be one of the reasons for your current failure.

"Quetzalcoatl saved me?" Koyatl stared at Shani and said.

"Obviously."

(End of this chapter)