Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 125 The Ouhuang sun card spanning thousands of years
Blurred lines remain on the wind-eroded ruins. The magic words that were once inscribed on them are no longer legible. The power of magic has faded. Time is the gentlest knife. When it is silent, it can erase any existence. trace.

The ripples on behalf of the binocular inspection here went deep along the narrowest gap, and there was a cavity under the blood-soaked square. Grindelwald had been here before, but like all other seekers, he failed. gain something.

Not every relic has a coveted treasure, most of the relics are already empty, the treasure chest that people see from a distance, maybe before you get close, the disturbing breeze when you come blows it into a treasure chest. dust.

An entrance blocked by mud, vines, and moss was cleared by a spell. Along the incomplete stone steps, Harry came to the lower level of the ruins. There were hardened black marks beside the collapsed stone pillars, and the fragmented skeleton could barely be seen. Human form, but the blackened bones exuded a paradoxical atmosphere. Harry saw a bony horn growing from the cranium on a broken skull. It was definitely human remains.

Although the supporting pillars have almost disappeared, this underground room with a height of nearly ten meters does not give people the feeling of being crumbling. Those supporting pillars seem to be just decorations, and the relatively well-preserved magic words on the walls still have a little glimmer of light .

It was an off-white light, so light that it was almost invisible, thin off-white lines covered the entire room like a spider web, and they flowed through the etched grooves, outlining and writing countless magical words.

The ancient wizards did not use Old English. At that time, English was not known anywhere. They used runes, which is the language taught in the ancient magic text elective course today. It is different from the runes of Muggles. There are 49 letters in the magic text instead of 24. Each magic word has its own unique effect. The original spell was written in runes, but with the changes of the times, it is complicated and delicate to use in ancient times. The runes were out of history, and wizards found a way to write spells out of the runes.

Relics that have been reduced to ruins are of no value to ordinary wizards. Compared with the ancient magic that is very rough now, there is no need to study and study it. It is a powerful flying brick, not some universal magic technique.

But for Harry, who can intuitively see the ancient magic power, this residual magical aftertaste is the greatest treasure.

In the center of the spider web he approached, a gray-white vortex gradually appeared as he approached, just like the black-and-silver vortex seen in the ruins of the Forbidden Forest, when he touched the gray-white vortex, a black and white world And so on.

A silver-haired old man wearing simple armor suddenly appeared in front of Harry. He was extremely old. His wrinkled skin was like the annual rings of a tree. It was a gully of time. He was much older than Dumbledore. The old man's body is surprisingly muscular, about 1.9 meters tall, his bulging muscles prop up the heavy armor, different from the decay of his face, his body is bigger and stronger than a healthy adult man.

Harry saw a delicate and magnificent bow hanging from his back, and the gorgeous bow inlaid with countless precious stones exuded dazzling brilliance even without sunlight.

Before the new type of wand, which is the prototype of the gun wand, the fire wand was introduced to Europe, the wizards here used the bow and arrow wand for a long time. This picture was left at least 800 years ago, and even longer.

In the black-and-white world, the only color is the old wizard in front of him. After the picture appeared, he opened his mouth and spoke to the air, but Harry couldn't understand what he said, but then, this The old man's fingers wrote and drew in the air, leaving a long series of strange off-white characters.

Harry had never learned ancient runes, but that did not prevent him from quickly recording these words and copying them on parchment.

The old wizard who was talking to himself said a lot, and gradually, Harry noticed something strange, the old man seemed to be telling him something.

It was as if he already knew that after a hundred years or even a thousand years, someone would come here and see all this.

After the gray and white text dissipated, the old man took a few steps forward. Suddenly, the originally empty black and white world was stuffed with many things that made Harry's hair stand on end.

A rock giant with a standing height of at least 30 meters was placed in the middle of the room. It didn't need an introduction, Harry knew immediately that this was definitely a demon race above a thousand commander.

In the abyss passage that Voldemort opened before, there was a demon commander who wanted to climb out, but was crushed by the collapsed space passage, and the height of that behemoth was only 15 meters at most, only half the height of this giant. It is very likely that it is a demon clan leader who was caught by a wizard and brought to the magic world, that is, the maharaja of the demon clan.

'Is this man crazy? ! This idea immediately appeared in Harry's mind, but when the old man stepped on the wooden steps to the lying giant, Harry suddenly felt relieved.

The demon king had been killed, and a huge pit appeared in his chest and abdomen that was completely torn. In the middle of this pit, there was a huge crystal-like 'heart' floating above the pit.

There is a qualitative difference between the Maharaja of the Demon Race and other Demon Races below ten thousand heads. They no longer have multiple cores of magic power, nor do they have spider web-like veins of magic power. The only magic power is the ball of yarn woven with ropes. core.

Under Harry's gaze, the old wizard stepped on the air and walked to the ball of wool, and he took off the huge bow and arrow tied behind his back.

Harry watched every movement of the old man attentively. The bow and arrow that had been taken off was put aside. The old wizard who stretched out his hand to grab the ball of wool skillfully found the fracture that had been cut on the ball of wool. In just a moment, it was completely disassembled. The wool ball turned into a thumb-thick rope about two or three meters long, and in the middle of the rope wrapped, there was a hexahedral crystal the size of a glass bead, and one end of the rope was connected to one of the faces.

The old man who picked up the giant bow directly wound the long cable around the arms and strings of his giant bow. Some obscure spells were recited by him loudly. There was a trace of tension and excitement on the wizard's face. As the voice of chanting the spell became higher and higher, the cables wrapped around the giant bow began to melt strangely, and quickly penetrated into this gorgeous giant bow.

The old wizard who suddenly stopped chanting the spell was extremely nervous at this moment, and even Harry beside him couldn't help holding his breath. As time passed, a red streak gradually lit up on the bow of the giant bow halo.

A burst of 'hahahahaha' laughter almost didn't scare Harry up, as if he had encountered something very happy, the old wizard laughed so hard that he couldn't even see the creases on his face, and he seemed radiant. A hundred years younger, holding the giant bow tightly in his hand, he slammed the bow string, and a thick magic arrow took shape instantly. As he let go, the magic arrow shot into the sky and pierced through the room they were in. The roof of the building blasted a huge pothole with a diameter of at least 20 meters.

The magic power that exploded the ceiling rose straight into the sky. The originally clear sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant. In the next instant, Harry found that he was standing on top of a towering tower, and the old wizard was standing in front of him. The magic arrow shot into the sky attracted a huge cloud beyond imagination. Harry, looking far away from the top of the tower, saw a ray of light that was not blocked by the cloud at the extremely distant boundary between the sea and the sky.

With his superficial knowledge of magic, Harry has no way of confirming whether such magic really exists in the world, which can cause such terrifying effects so easily. If such magic really exists, then wizards may really master it. The mighty power of the gods that changed the world.

The old wizard who couldn't put it down and caressed the giant bow turned around. He showed his weapon in Harry's direction. The excitement and happiness on his face couldn't be concealed at all. It was like a child who got a toy that he was thinking of, and his smile was very pure and bright.

Harry, who was a bit confused, froze for a moment, but then, the strange syllables from the old wizard's mouth made him shiver.

"Lok-Wuld-Kest"

The gray-white ancient magic power surged out from the old wizard's body, turning into a beam of magic power penetrating the sky, and the originally gloomy sky set off a violent howl at this moment.

"Sky, whirlwind, storm?"

When he understood the meanings of these three words, a sky dragon connected to the sky and the sea was born in the leaden gray cloud. The extremely terrifying seaspout sucked the endless cloud like a whale, but in just a dozen Seconds later, the sky was clear again and the sun was shining everywhere, and hundreds of millions of tons of sea water fell from the sky when the tornado storm suddenly disappeared.

But before he saw the furious tsunami set off by the sea, the black and white world suddenly shattered, and the dilapidated stone pillar fell into Harry's eyes again.

The gray-white vortex gradually subsided, and everything just now seemed like a dream.

"I'm thinking. Is this the legendary Ouhuang Sunka?"

(End of this chapter)