HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 20 Wizarding Origins
They found a fairly secluded corner and opened a book by the light on the wall.

"How much do you know about the creation myth?" Tom didn't engage in meaningless nonsense, and went straight to the point.

"Not many, I've heard of several, and most of them believe that God created the world, the only difference lies in who that God is and the difference in the creation process." Itana recalled and gave examples, telling the myths she had heard one by one, Tom listened quietly.

After she finished speaking, Tom pointed out to her a line of text on the page, "Wizards didn't exist at the beginning of the world."

Of course, neither are people.Itana slandered, looking at the text written by the boy's finger.

"The first wizard came from a magic stone that could think." She read out softly, her gaze continued down smoothly, and she saw a story she had never seen before.

The original wizard came from a thinking magic stone.

One day, a farmer picked up a beautiful stone. He thought it was a gift from God, and he took the stone with him ever since.

Whenever the sun made him sweat non-stop, he would say that it would be great if a dark cloud came over, so a dark cloud really appeared in the sky.

Whenever heavy rain hindered his farm work that day, he would say that it would be great if the rain stopped, so the dark clouds dispersed and the sky cleared up as he wished.

whenever……

Whenever he encounters any difficulties that don't go his way, he is used to talking to himself like this, and other people have gradually discovered his difference. Some people say that he is a god-favored person, while others conclude that he is a fallen demon.

One day, the king heard about him and found him, asking him to turn his kingdom into the richest paradise in the world, to make all the enemies submit to him, and to let the people live in this paradise forever.The farmer refused the king, admitting that he could not do such a thing.

The king was very angry, he thought the farmer was cheating him, and ordered the farmer to be executed.

The farmer was tied to the stake, and before the fire was set on fire, he said that it would be nice if it rained to put out the fire.

So the pouring rain extinguished all the flames.

But the rain to extinguish the flames did not stop, because the biggest flame in the world - the sun has not been extinguished.

So the heavy rain continued, flooding the roads and flooding the villages, and the king's territory was about to become a vast ocean.

Please let the flood recede, and I can make you the new king here, said the king.

The farmer didn't think so, he said, you're going to kill me, you're just about to do it.

But you'll be drowned too, won't you?the king asked unwillingly.

All I need is a boat, said the farmer, and a boat appeared beside him.He climbed into the boat, and the water pushed the boat higher and higher, until at last he found that it was on an ocean.

Stop the rain, I haven't seen the sun for a long time.He glanced at the cloud-covered sky, feeling wet and uncomfortable.

So, the sun came out.

The farmer looked at the boundless ocean, no one talked to him, he took out the stone and said, now only you are with me.

As soon as the sun rose from the sea level the next day, the farmer's stone disappeared, but he knew that it had not left, but was always by his side.

He landed on a land not yet submerged by the sea, where there were no farmlands, and he was no longer a farmer.

The story is not very long, and Itana read it quickly.

"How do you feel?" Tom asked.

"What a dark fairy tale, what a mass extinction..." Itana was shocked.

"Pfft——" Tom put his fist against his mouth and let out a muffled laugh, "I'm talking about that magic stone, what do you think?"

"Hmm..." Itana tapped the cold surface of the stone bench with her fingers, "At first it was said to be a thinking stone, but it didn't show any signs of thinking, on the contrary, there were some, uh, dead ends?"

"For example, at the stake, it kept going down to extinguish the last flame. At first, it seemed that what the farmer wanted him to extinguish was only the torch that ignited the fire."

"Indeed," Tom nodded, "any more?"

"The last description is also very strange. If you think about the sentence that there is no farmland on land, does it mean that he became the only human being? Or that there was no one in the world who understood farming technology at that time?" Ita Na continued to spread her thoughts.

"And he is no longer a farmer, can it be understood that he no longer lives on the farmland?"

"That makes sense." Tom nodded. "Also, what do you think about the farmer changing the weather?"

"Spells." Itana replied without thinking, "Most of the current spells are in this format. Thoughts, intentions, performances, these can be more or less reflected in the spells of the spells."

Hearing this, Tom smiled sincerely, "I think so too, Itana, the source of magic is language."

"Maybe." Itana sat up straight, "So you've been researching this recently?"

"The mysteries of magic are always amazing. I think people nowadays are more or less superficial." He answered the question, and then took out another book and spread it out. Itana glanced at it. is their textbook.

"They shouldn't be so powerful," said Tom, pointing to the charm above. "I want to find a way to make them stronger. Don't you think that would be a great achievement?"

That's true, you deserve to have such lofty ideals at such a young age.Itana nodded in response.

"The initial plan is to look in the library to see if there are any records about ancient magic. I have read many books that have mentioned that ancient wizards seem to be much stronger than they are now. I think the reasons for this are worth exploring ’” Tom took the book and put it on his lap, turning the pages lightly and slowly.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head: "Okay, the bedtime story is over, let's go back."

His dark eyes reflected the light, and Etana had never liked to meet those eyes. They were too dark, and the undercurrents in them were not for an eleven-year-old boy to carry.

Persistent pursuit of strength, pursuit of eternal life, pursuit of being different.Want to draw a clear line between yourself and ordinary people, want to transcend life and death, is this what you live for?
But you still go to silence in the end, and death is never far away.

The current relationship may be able to gain peace in the future by virtue of the fragile friendship of classmates, but it may also be tied to his warship because of this.

But Tom, the future of the world was doomed.

The words hovering in her mind at zero o'clock every day are counting down tirelessly. After 60 years, the world will face an unpredictable change.

At that time, no one can escape.

On the way back, the two walked silently, occasionally students passed by, and the expressions on their faces were either joyful or sad, so real.

Hey, be optimistic, at least 70 more years to go, and what if a solution is found in the meantime?

(End of this chapter)