I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 563 Ancient Ruins

Owen looked at Hermione beside him in disbelief.

Her words shocked him.

Hermione didn't explain, but continued to stare at the goblin.

She knew more about the history depicted in the bas-relief than Irving did.

Because she spent all her free time researching, while Owen only had a general understanding of the overall picture.

She knew clearly about the [Hundred Forms]; this technology was a prerequisite for igniting the divine fire. Because mortal bodies could not store too much ancient magic, physical transformation was inevitable. Ancient wizards accidentally invented the life form called [Hundred Forms] while studying the mutating effects of ancient magic on organisms.

Learning about the "Hundred Aspects" is learning how to transform one's physical body.

Owen's guess was correct; the fairies did indeed modify themselves in the hope that their race could one day master ancient magic.

Hermione needs to think further ahead. What's the next step after mastering ancient magic? Is it just to become the heir? The fairies have been exploring and researching here for thousands of years. Given the greedy nature of their race, they must have much greater goals.

Renak remained silent, which was a tacit agreement.

Seeing his reaction, Irving naturally realized what was going on immediately.

"You certainly have ambition," he scoffed. "But it seems you haven't even succeeded in taking the first step."

Wanting to become a god—it's true that even the most insignificant person can dream of such a thing.

Irving scoffed.

The effects of ancient magic on organisms vary from one individual to another.

Not to mention different races.

It's a pipe dream for fairies to use data from ancient wizards to modify themselves.

No—it should be called stupid!

Oh!

Suddenly, Owen realized something, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. So the reason the fairies were covered in horns was because they used the wrong data? They modified themselves using the same methods used to modify wizards?

As he thought about it, the mockery on his face intensified.

However—the fairies didn't come away empty-handed; at least the metal slug creature was quite good, being a completely new type of magical creature. At least they had some results.

However, it is still far inferior to the wizard's "Hundred Faces".

The "Hundred Forms," ​​created by ancient wizards, are multicellular organisms, essentially a polymer of flesh and blood. Besides assisting wizards in all aspects of life, including construction, they can also be used as food. They may also possess the ability to cast spells.

The metallic slugs created by the fairies resemble moving, flowing metal, completely devoid of flesh and blood, suggesting they are neither edible nor capable of casting spells. Their exact intelligence level remains to be observed, but it certainly isn't very high.

Surely this is all the fairy has accomplished over thousands of years?

That's really bad.

"Alright, take me to your laboratory—well—or alchemy workshop, whatever it is, the place that caused your physical mutations." After learning that the fairies had stolen various technologies from ancient wizards to gain the ability to fight against the current magical world, Owen had no good feelings towards these creatures anymore. He might have thought they were worthy of being recruited before, but now he just wanted to set this place on fire.

To prevent certain technologies here from being leaked and found out by Voldemort.

Otherwise, that guy would definitely dream of becoming a god too.

"Yes, sir." Despite being repeatedly mocked by Owen, the fairy named Silver Renak showed no sign of anger.

Their posture even became more humble.

This is because Renak realized that the heir beside him truly had the ability and potential to save them. The other person had gleaned a significant portion of the truth based solely on what he had witnessed along the way, clearly indicating that he was the true inheritor of the gods' legacy, not one of the previous ones.

Therefore, his attitude became increasingly submissive.

Soon, Renak led the four to an ancient ruin.

The architectural style of the ruins is consistent with that of the city in Canada, with the main body being an oval shape combined with several spheres, presenting an ultimate geometric aesthetic.

The surrounding walls are also covered with murals that only existed in ancient times.

Upon entering the main hall, one is greeted by stone slabs everywhere.

The stone slab was inscribed with some kind of cuneiform script, densely packed. It was probably some kind of experimental notebook of an ancient shaman.

There were hundreds of fairies here. The huge main hall was divided into several areas like a cave. The fairies were studying the stone tablets in their hands, just like the various departments of the Ministry of Magic.

"My God—this is such a vast amount of knowledge!" Hermione exclaimed sincerely.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the stone slabs.

"Yes—they were once treasures of humankind, what a pity. Now they belong to the fairies."

"What do you mean by 'belonging'?" Hermione said with displeasure, then whispered, "A bunch of thieves."

"Oh?" Owen glanced at the girl.

"What's wrong?" Hermione noticed Owen's strange gaze.

"Are you trying to say that a bunch of robbers stole our things, and after studying them for thousands of years they still can't figure them out. Now they're in trouble and need our help?"

"Isn't that right?" Hermione retorted.

"Yes—" Owen nodded heavily, "It just feels weird coming from you."

"That's weird?" Hermione looked at him, puzzled.

"Daiying, Daiying! Do you understand?"

"It always gives people the feeling of the pot calling the kettle black."

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Owen's two sentences silenced Hermione. She opened her mouth several times, but found that the boy was absolutely right. She couldn't find any excuse to cover it up, because she still had a conscience.

During their conversation, the group arrived at the most important location in the main hall.

A towering obelisk stands here.

The tower is covered with countless ancient runes.

It is not large, only seven or eight feet tall and about one foot thick.

The overall color is silver-gray.

Depending on the viewing angle, the appearance of the god of light after refraction will also be slightly different.

There were many tables and cabinets in front of the obelisk.

All sorts of magical items are available.

At that moment, seven or eight goblins were circling the obelisk, holding thick parchment in their hands, recording something.

"Mr. Frans." Renak jogged over to the oldest-looking fairy among the group, whose horns were more pronounced than the others.

"Rennak, I told you not to come down here, and don't bother coming here again." The old goblin began by gruffly reprimanding him, then, without even looking up, said, "Have the king's reinforcements arrived?"

"Yes, sir."

"Foolish!" Frans said bluntly, "What can a bunch of seventeen or eighteen-year-old human kids do? I think you've all gone mad."

"Sir, I think—"

"What do you think?" The old monster raised its head and glared fiercely. Its face, head, and even its long ears were covered with horns, making it look quite terrifying, like some kind of monster.

"What I need are data and information, not playing house with a bunch of human babies."

"Or do you think you have a long life ahead of you? It doesn't matter if you waste many more years?"

"No—sir—I—"

Just then, Irving's boastful voice rang out: "Alright. All this chatter makes you seem so capable."

"Even with all your skills, you haven't solved the crisis."

"Who are you?" Frans roared, bewildered that someone afflicted with an ominous sign could possess such strength.

"Your father!" Owen said without any politeness.

Their gazes didn't seem to linger on him; they walked towards the obelisk on their own.

"Stop—" Frans stepped forward to stop them, "This is not a place for you, get out!"

"Get out of my way!" Owen slightly raised his hand, and a powerful hurricane surged from his palm, blowing the fairies present, friend or foe, dozens of feet away.

There is no place in this world I cannot go.

He stood high above, his gaze lowered, sweeping over the assembled demons.

Then he added, "Children shouldn't touch adults' things; it's harmful to both themselves and others." Owen turned his gaze back to the obelisk.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the obelisk was not carved from a single piece of stone, but rather pieced together from many thumb-sized stones, much like building blocks.

This immediately reminded Owen of the mysterious Rubik's Cube in Victor's possession, which he used to control ancient magic.

The Rubik's Cube was also covered with ancient runes.

Previously, I had asked him about it, and Victor said that his grandmother found the Rubik's Cube in the ruins of the Tower of Ascension in Brazil.

The "purifier" was ignorant of the value of the goods, so they ended up in the hands of his maternal grandmother.

Later, his grandmother gave it to him.

Many of his magical ideas were inspired by his study of the Rubik's Cube.

This includes the spatial magic of Warp Leap.

At this moment, the obelisk in front of me, with its small cubes, also gives me the feeling of the Rubik's Cube. By manipulating the corresponding cubes, the obelisk can perform various functions.

"Humans—get out of here immediately!"

The noisy voices of the demons continued to echo in my ears.

Especially that fairy named Frans.

This time, however, someone stepped in for him.

Koyatl drew his wand with incredible speed and swung it rapidly. Then, a green spell, like the Grim Reaper descending, grazed Frans's face.

It crashed to the floor with a loud bang.

It blasted a huge hole, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Shut up!" the girl said coldly, her scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent.

Hermione was momentarily stunned by this sudden turn of events, but quickly regained her composure. The ancient ruins of the wizards around her had already lowered her affinity for goblins to rock bottom, and since no goblins were injured, Hermione did not react.

Sirius, of course, said nothing. His gaze swept warily over the restless fairies around him.

He was just there to make up the numbers on this mission; he had nothing to do with the whole thing. Even Victor was better than him. Sirius himself knew this very well; his only responsibility was to protect these three little guys.

Therefore, he will not take any action to stop them unless a life-or-death battle breaks out between them.

As for Irving, he wouldn't care about any of that.

He focused his attention entirely on the obelisk.

The magical artifacts on the tables and shelves around him were used by fairies to manipulate the obelisks using ancient magic. He didn't need these artifacts. But how to operate them, what each 'puzzle piece' meant, and what their combined effect was—he had no idea.

There were so many ancient runes on it. Even he could only recognize about one-tenth of them.

But that's alright.

Owen drew his wand and waved it gently.

The parchment scattered all around him floated up and gathered in his hand.

These are research materials from the fairies over thousands of years.

He had just knocked those goblins away, and the parchments had fallen from their hands to the ground.

He needs time to learn, and the fairies' achievements will serve as his textbook.

"Humans—" Frans persisted.

Koyatl's death threats had no effect on him.

After all, he was already close to death.

Making a death threat to a terminally ill cancer patient is obviously useless; the other person might even find you ridiculous.

Suddenly, a curse struck him.

Suddenly, the fairy felt his stomach swell up—then he instinctively opened his mouth, and countless flower petals poured out of it.

In an instant, petals covered his feet.

The buds of the blooming spirit flower fluttered and danced, like a fairyland.

If we disregard its origin, its ethereal, otherworldly quality would likely be even stronger.

"What?" Renak, who was standing next to Frans, was taken aback.

What did he see?

He actually saw that the horns all over the body of the highly respected scholar in the fairy kingdom were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye—oh—not disappearing, but burrowing back into his body.

It was truly miraculous; in just a few breaths, the old goblin Frans transformed from a monster back into a normal goblin.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" he exclaimed.

His gaze was fixed intently on the person who had unleashed that spell.

Irving put away his wand.

He casually flipped through the parchment in front of him.

Hehe—of course he can eliminate the fairies' ominous signs.

He could have eliminated it a few years ago in Egypt, or in Paris, let alone now.

He became increasingly adept at using the fundamental principles of ancient magic, particularly the principle of reversion, after acquiring portions of the essence of the outer gods from several divinely inspired towers.

Now he no longer needs to go through the trouble of cutting a wound in an infected person, then using magic to explore inside and draw out the ancient magic from the patient's body.

In most cases, he can resolve the issue with a single spell.

The reason he didn't deal with the fairy's troubles from the start was not only because he wanted to know how the fairy had gotten involved with the "ominous sign," but also because there were simply too many fairies.

With hundreds of thousands, even millions, of these, even if he could treat the [Ominous Sign] with just a wave of his wand now, it would still require hundreds of thousands of swings. To prevent his arm from developing arthritis from excessive wear and tear, Owen decisively refrained from direct treatment.

In retrospect, the obelisk before us must have been the cause of the great change in the fairies.

Since the obelisk can infect fairies one by one with the [Omen], there must be a solution, and it's a simple one-click solution.

(End of this chapter)