Chapter 501 501. The deep black below the giant tower
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 501 501. The deep black below the giant tower
“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura…”
Scott was chanting an obscure incantation.
At this moment, his thoughts were empty, and his heart was peaceful.
“ché la diritta via era smarrita.…”
Gradually, he felt the surface of his skin start to heat up.
Afterwards, the cold magic crystal he held in his arms gradually became warmer.
But he has no time to take care of these, and even gradually loses track of them.
His consciousness seemed to fly.
It seems to be swimming in the endless brilliant starry sky, and the gorgeous light flows through every corner of the body.
It seems to be among the mountains and rivers, and even the breath has a fresh and natural atmosphere.
Suddenly, he turned into a giant in ancient mythology.
Foot on the ground, head above the blue sky.
Every moment, his body is expanding.
Before he knew it, he opened his heart and felt genuine joy.
Sunshine, stars, mountains and rivers, flowers and plants...
All cheer him up.
In this way, I don't know how long it has passed, and time seems to have lost its meaning.
He stands between the heaven and the earth, the sea is in the blink of an eye, and the mulberry field is in the breath.
But in that hastily passing time, he can still see the blooming and withering of every flower, the falling and rotting of every leaf, the gathering and drying up of every drop of rain, the solidification and melting of every grain of snow.
He seems to be in the heart of the long river of time. Turning left, he can see a spray upstream, and turning right, he can observe a cloud of foam downstream.
But I will never miss the process of jumping and bursting a small drop of water splashed in front of me.
It seems to have fallen asleep for a thousand years in one breath, and it seems to have just listened to a wonderful concert.
When Scott woke up, his consciousness returned to his body, and he clearly felt the difference in himself.
The feeling of being so full of magic power in his body almost made him groan.
He let out a long breath and opened his eyes.
"How long has it been?"
He raised his head and asked a little confused.
Rimbaud replied, "Although I don't know the exact time, it doesn't feel like too long has passed."
Scott nodded, and looked down at the magic crystal in his arms.
The crystal that is the size of a human head is now only a small half of its original volume.
"I didn't expect there to be any left."
Holding the magic crystal with one hand, he got up, put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and put on his watch.
He looked at the hands on the dial in surprise.
"It only took half an hour?"
"That is incomparably pure magical power. Of course, there is no obstacle for you."
The portrait of Ravenclaw's mentor floated on the blank canvas again.
She looked at Scott.
"How is the experience of super magic promotion, my apprentice?"
"Very good, wonderful."
Scott smiled.
"Like the music and poetry handed down from generation to generation, the beauty that cannot be described in words."
He closed his eyes.
"I feel that I am many times stronger now than I was half an hour ago."
He opened his eyes, then reached out a hand and tapped the air with his index finger.
A mass of soft light appeared out of thin air.
"Now I can easily do that."
He waved his hand to scatter the light again, stretched out his palm again, and clasped his fingers together.
A group of raging flames immediately appeared, floating above his palm.
"I don't need a wand, I don't need a spell, I can do a lot of things now."
He waved his hand, letting the flames die, and looked at the Ravenclaw in the painting.
"In short, this is not only a huge increase in magic power, but more importantly, it is also the control over magic that can be said to be arbitrary."
The Ravenclaw master smiled.
"Same as recorded in the book."
"Congratulations, Scott, you have finally stepped through this door."
"That's the level I've only gotten to after I was 30."
"I thought it would take you a lot more time to do this."
"But you're lucky."
"Yes, I am lucky."
Scott bowed to the portrait.
"Of course, I would also like to thank you for your help, esteemed mentor."
Ravenclaw said gently: "You're welcome, this is what I should do and what I want to do."
She paused, and then continued: "But I want to remind you that you have only stepped into that door with one step."
"Although you have gone far enough compared to most wizards. But what you need to face is Salazar, so you have not gone far enough."
Scott listened carefully to her words and nodded slightly.
"Yes, I understand, Master."
but……
"What door do you mean?"
Ravenclaw replied, "I don't know what to call it, wizards never have so-called levels."
"But according to our experience, when you reach your level, you will be separated from ordinary wizards, and you will reach a completely different level."
"I believe you have already felt it. Your understanding of magic is naturally different now."
"If it was you before, no matter how much you explain and explain, you will not be able to understand this experience."
Scott understood immediately.
"You're right, I seem to have a new pair of eyes and see a new world."
In the past, when he cast magic, he had to carefully mobilize his spirit, will, and magic power, supplemented by actions and spells, and rely on the guidance of the wand.
For him now, magic is more like an instinct.
This kind of feeling may be like cats and raccoons who are born to recognize malice, invisible beasts who are born to be invisible, and basilisks who are born to kill with their eyes...
Of course these magical animals don't know spells and don't have wands, but they just instinctively use some magical magic.
Although Scott has not yet reached the point where he can use all magic as an instinct, but compared to before, it is no longer the same.
At the very least, he can already master those relatively simple spells.
"Well, we still have a lot of time to discuss about your next growth."
Ravenclaw looked into the distance.
"Now, the entrance to the next floor has appeared, and it's time for you to continue your adventure."
Scott followed her gaze.
In the void where the "stars" disappeared, a door made of light appeared at some point.
He asked in surprise, "When..."
Rimbaud interrupted: "The door appeared just as you performed the magic ceremony."
"Perhaps, the condition for that door to appear is to empty all the 'stars' here."
Ravenclaw's portrait slowly becomes transparent.
"See you later, Scott, then."
"See you later, Master Ravenclaw."
When the canvas became blank again, Scott put the frame away.
He packed all his things, including his wand, magic crystal, magic barrier ball, and Syrain.
Hang the [Holy Tree Fruit] and the [Holy Tree Heart] around the neck, and the [Vicuna Skull] and the shape-shifting lizard skin bag around the waist.
Re-packing lightly and riding on the broomstick, Scott clenched the broom with both hands, and flew towards the white light door together with Rimbaud.
In front of the light door, Scott stopped and turned to look at Rimbaud.
"Go in."
"Walk."
After speaking, they plunged into the light gate.
When they came back to their senses, they were already in darkness.
"It's so dark in here!"
Rambo's voice sounded.
"It seems to be different from the previous floors."
Scott said, waving his hand.
Countless balls of light the size of tennis balls flew out of his hands, instantly filling the surrounding space.
With the light, they finally see part of where they are now.
"Oh……"
"This……"
Scott and Rimbaud raised their heads and let out a meaningless exclamation.
Above them, a colossal creature that couldn't see the whole picture occupied the entire field of vision.
Scott stretched out his hand and dispersed more light clusters.
"This is... a tower?"
He looked at the huge black tower above.
It is unknown what kind of material this giant tower was built of, and there are no traces of stacking, and there are no doors and windows, just like a huge obsidian formed naturally.
What's even more peculiar is that the giant tower is like a cone, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.
A tower completely upside down.
According to the structure of the building, it can be clearly distinguished that the tower above them has a total of five floors.
"We were in this tower just now?" Rimbaud exclaimed, "and now we come out from the inside?"
Scott looked down, and the part that was originally a towering spire was now deeply inserted into the endless darkness.
"It remains to be seen," he said.
Then, riding a broomstick and carrying a floating light cluster, he and Rimbaud flew up and down around the giant tower several times.
After careful inspection, he found that the entire tower did not have any entrances that could be entered, and its upper part was also connected to the top of this space without any gaps.
"It seems that the breakthrough should be below."
Scott looked down again where the spire was.
"One person died at the bottom of the tower, does that mean here?"
"Isn't that very dangerous?" Rimbaud was a little nervous, "Let's call the crow to find the way."
You really don't feel sorry for your people, Lord Blackwing.
Scott slandered, but still pulled out his wand graciously.
Rimbaud asked him, "Can't you use your wand?"
Scott smiled. "But using a wand definitely makes it easier for me."
As he spoke, he waved his wand.
A group of crows appeared and flew around Scott and Rimbaud a few times.
"Quack quack..."
Rimbaud opened his mouth and screamed a few times, and the crows dispersed and flew towards the top of the tower below.
When they approached the bottom, their flying movements suddenly became stiff, and then they all fell into the boundless deep darkness under the spire as if they were petrified.
"This……"
Rimbaud looked at this scene a little dumbfounded.
"Is it poison, or a curse?"
Scott frowned, and waved his wand again.
"Call God Guard!"
After being promoted to super magic, Scott used the Patronus Charm again, and his Patronus has also undergone great changes.
The silver peregrine falcon spread its wings and flew out.
This peregrine falcon is not only much bigger in size, but the silver light it emits is purer and brighter than the moonlight of the full moon.
"cracking!"
With a cry, the glow-wrapped peregrine falcon seemed to be wearing a long white veil, and flew under the giant tower, illuminating the deep darkness.
In other words, the darkness seemed to be expelled all at once.
Scott and Rimbaud saw the spiral staircase descending around the spire.
"Sure enough, there is another floor under this tower, a total of seven floors." Scott said.
This kind of speculation is not because of anything else, but because seven is more magical than six.
"You want to go down?" Rimbaud jumped on the broom. "It's too dangerous! You can't be sure that the bird expelled the curse or poison there!"
Scott smiled and said, "Of course it's still the old way."
Siren, the magic barrier ball.
Double protection again.
Sitting in the magic barrier, Scott waved his wand and easily cast an iron armor spell that transformed into a spherical shape.
Double protection becomes three layers.
Then there is the bubble head curse.
Covers the mouth and nose with bubbles formed by magic, just like a gas mask.
Four layers of protection.
To be on the safe side, he cast another Patronus Charm to keep the Patronus by his side.
"Let's go, Sirene!"
As he stretched out his finger, outside the magic power barrier, Xi Leiyin in the water polo shook his head and tail, and controlled the huge water polo to float to the bottom of the giant tower, where the spire was located.
As the distance slowly approached, with the help of the silver light emitted by the patron saint, Scott clearly saw the changes in the water polo.
The originally clear and transparent water was turning black little by little.
Although Sirin was not afraid as a product of Transfiguration, the blackening of the water polo undoubtedly blocked Scott's vision.
Scott decisively ordered, "Keep changing the water, Sirin!"
After receiving his order, Sirin began to continuously create new water, and then drained the polluted part of the water polo.
Then they began to get really close to the spire.
From a distance, the spire is undoubtedly sharp, but looking closer, this long spire is actually a thick pillar with two people hugging each other.
One after another huge stone slabs rotate down the spire, forming a spiral staircase.
Scott commanded again, "Go down, follow the stairs."
The obedient Sirin began to manipulate the water polo, which was constantly updated and iterated, to float downward.
Round and round.
Soon, Scott began to feel extremely boring.
Even if there is too much light, it is all surrounded by deep darkness that cannot be seen very far.
There are no surprises except for the monotonous and repetitive scenery of the spiers and spiral staircases that continue to extend downwards.
Round and round.
Scott even felt a little sleepy.
Bored, he began to experiment with some harmless spells inside the magic barrier, in a wandless and silent way.
Round and round.
Rimbaud couldn't help asking, "Are we entering the ninth floor of hell?"
"Yeah." Scott yawned, "Maybe we can see Satan."
And so, after a long time, about three hours later, Scott finally saw a new view.
A majestic temple built of huge stone blocks.
In other words, a temple built with stone sculptures and buildings.
The shape of the temple is like a high chair with a huge portrait sitting on the chair.
One-eyed, long beard.
He wears an eagle helmet and a golden armor.
Holding a spear and wearing a gold ring.
Scott looked at the [-]-meter-high colossus in shock, and quickly made a judgment.
"It's the statue of Odin!"
Yes, the statue of Odin.
The spear in his hand is Gungnir, the Spear of Eternity, and the golden ring in his hand is the Ring of Dropnir.
His throne is the supreme throne that can see the nine worlds.
At his feet were two ferocious wolves, Keely and Kuliqi.
On his shoulders are two ravens, Fokkin and Wuny.
(End of this chapter)
“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura…”
Scott was chanting an obscure incantation.
At this moment, his thoughts were empty, and his heart was peaceful.
“ché la diritta via era smarrita.…”
Gradually, he felt the surface of his skin start to heat up.
Afterwards, the cold magic crystal he held in his arms gradually became warmer.
But he has no time to take care of these, and even gradually loses track of them.
His consciousness seemed to fly.
It seems to be swimming in the endless brilliant starry sky, and the gorgeous light flows through every corner of the body.
It seems to be among the mountains and rivers, and even the breath has a fresh and natural atmosphere.
Suddenly, he turned into a giant in ancient mythology.
Foot on the ground, head above the blue sky.
Every moment, his body is expanding.
Before he knew it, he opened his heart and felt genuine joy.
Sunshine, stars, mountains and rivers, flowers and plants...
All cheer him up.
In this way, I don't know how long it has passed, and time seems to have lost its meaning.
He stands between the heaven and the earth, the sea is in the blink of an eye, and the mulberry field is in the breath.
But in that hastily passing time, he can still see the blooming and withering of every flower, the falling and rotting of every leaf, the gathering and drying up of every drop of rain, the solidification and melting of every grain of snow.
He seems to be in the heart of the long river of time. Turning left, he can see a spray upstream, and turning right, he can observe a cloud of foam downstream.
But I will never miss the process of jumping and bursting a small drop of water splashed in front of me.
It seems to have fallen asleep for a thousand years in one breath, and it seems to have just listened to a wonderful concert.
When Scott woke up, his consciousness returned to his body, and he clearly felt the difference in himself.
The feeling of being so full of magic power in his body almost made him groan.
He let out a long breath and opened his eyes.
"How long has it been?"
He raised his head and asked a little confused.
Rimbaud replied, "Although I don't know the exact time, it doesn't feel like too long has passed."
Scott nodded, and looked down at the magic crystal in his arms.
The crystal that is the size of a human head is now only a small half of its original volume.
"I didn't expect there to be any left."
Holding the magic crystal with one hand, he got up, put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and put on his watch.
He looked at the hands on the dial in surprise.
"It only took half an hour?"
"That is incomparably pure magical power. Of course, there is no obstacle for you."
The portrait of Ravenclaw's mentor floated on the blank canvas again.
She looked at Scott.
"How is the experience of super magic promotion, my apprentice?"
"Very good, wonderful."
Scott smiled.
"Like the music and poetry handed down from generation to generation, the beauty that cannot be described in words."
He closed his eyes.
"I feel that I am many times stronger now than I was half an hour ago."
He opened his eyes, then reached out a hand and tapped the air with his index finger.
A mass of soft light appeared out of thin air.
"Now I can easily do that."
He waved his hand to scatter the light again, stretched out his palm again, and clasped his fingers together.
A group of raging flames immediately appeared, floating above his palm.
"I don't need a wand, I don't need a spell, I can do a lot of things now."
He waved his hand, letting the flames die, and looked at the Ravenclaw in the painting.
"In short, this is not only a huge increase in magic power, but more importantly, it is also the control over magic that can be said to be arbitrary."
The Ravenclaw master smiled.
"Same as recorded in the book."
"Congratulations, Scott, you have finally stepped through this door."
"That's the level I've only gotten to after I was 30."
"I thought it would take you a lot more time to do this."
"But you're lucky."
"Yes, I am lucky."
Scott bowed to the portrait.
"Of course, I would also like to thank you for your help, esteemed mentor."
Ravenclaw said gently: "You're welcome, this is what I should do and what I want to do."
She paused, and then continued: "But I want to remind you that you have only stepped into that door with one step."
"Although you have gone far enough compared to most wizards. But what you need to face is Salazar, so you have not gone far enough."
Scott listened carefully to her words and nodded slightly.
"Yes, I understand, Master."
but……
"What door do you mean?"
Ravenclaw replied, "I don't know what to call it, wizards never have so-called levels."
"But according to our experience, when you reach your level, you will be separated from ordinary wizards, and you will reach a completely different level."
"I believe you have already felt it. Your understanding of magic is naturally different now."
"If it was you before, no matter how much you explain and explain, you will not be able to understand this experience."
Scott understood immediately.
"You're right, I seem to have a new pair of eyes and see a new world."
In the past, when he cast magic, he had to carefully mobilize his spirit, will, and magic power, supplemented by actions and spells, and rely on the guidance of the wand.
For him now, magic is more like an instinct.
This kind of feeling may be like cats and raccoons who are born to recognize malice, invisible beasts who are born to be invisible, and basilisks who are born to kill with their eyes...
Of course these magical animals don't know spells and don't have wands, but they just instinctively use some magical magic.
Although Scott has not yet reached the point where he can use all magic as an instinct, but compared to before, it is no longer the same.
At the very least, he can already master those relatively simple spells.
"Well, we still have a lot of time to discuss about your next growth."
Ravenclaw looked into the distance.
"Now, the entrance to the next floor has appeared, and it's time for you to continue your adventure."
Scott followed her gaze.
In the void where the "stars" disappeared, a door made of light appeared at some point.
He asked in surprise, "When..."
Rimbaud interrupted: "The door appeared just as you performed the magic ceremony."
"Perhaps, the condition for that door to appear is to empty all the 'stars' here."
Ravenclaw's portrait slowly becomes transparent.
"See you later, Scott, then."
"See you later, Master Ravenclaw."
When the canvas became blank again, Scott put the frame away.
He packed all his things, including his wand, magic crystal, magic barrier ball, and Syrain.
Hang the [Holy Tree Fruit] and the [Holy Tree Heart] around the neck, and the [Vicuna Skull] and the shape-shifting lizard skin bag around the waist.
Re-packing lightly and riding on the broomstick, Scott clenched the broom with both hands, and flew towards the white light door together with Rimbaud.
In front of the light door, Scott stopped and turned to look at Rimbaud.
"Go in."
"Walk."
After speaking, they plunged into the light gate.
When they came back to their senses, they were already in darkness.
"It's so dark in here!"
Rambo's voice sounded.
"It seems to be different from the previous floors."
Scott said, waving his hand.
Countless balls of light the size of tennis balls flew out of his hands, instantly filling the surrounding space.
With the light, they finally see part of where they are now.
"Oh……"
"This……"
Scott and Rimbaud raised their heads and let out a meaningless exclamation.
Above them, a colossal creature that couldn't see the whole picture occupied the entire field of vision.
Scott stretched out his hand and dispersed more light clusters.
"This is... a tower?"
He looked at the huge black tower above.
It is unknown what kind of material this giant tower was built of, and there are no traces of stacking, and there are no doors and windows, just like a huge obsidian formed naturally.
What's even more peculiar is that the giant tower is like a cone, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.
A tower completely upside down.
According to the structure of the building, it can be clearly distinguished that the tower above them has a total of five floors.
"We were in this tower just now?" Rimbaud exclaimed, "and now we come out from the inside?"
Scott looked down, and the part that was originally a towering spire was now deeply inserted into the endless darkness.
"It remains to be seen," he said.
Then, riding a broomstick and carrying a floating light cluster, he and Rimbaud flew up and down around the giant tower several times.
After careful inspection, he found that the entire tower did not have any entrances that could be entered, and its upper part was also connected to the top of this space without any gaps.
"It seems that the breakthrough should be below."
Scott looked down again where the spire was.
"One person died at the bottom of the tower, does that mean here?"
"Isn't that very dangerous?" Rimbaud was a little nervous, "Let's call the crow to find the way."
You really don't feel sorry for your people, Lord Blackwing.
Scott slandered, but still pulled out his wand graciously.
Rimbaud asked him, "Can't you use your wand?"
Scott smiled. "But using a wand definitely makes it easier for me."
As he spoke, he waved his wand.
A group of crows appeared and flew around Scott and Rimbaud a few times.
"Quack quack..."
Rimbaud opened his mouth and screamed a few times, and the crows dispersed and flew towards the top of the tower below.
When they approached the bottom, their flying movements suddenly became stiff, and then they all fell into the boundless deep darkness under the spire as if they were petrified.
"This……"
Rimbaud looked at this scene a little dumbfounded.
"Is it poison, or a curse?"
Scott frowned, and waved his wand again.
"Call God Guard!"
After being promoted to super magic, Scott used the Patronus Charm again, and his Patronus has also undergone great changes.
The silver peregrine falcon spread its wings and flew out.
This peregrine falcon is not only much bigger in size, but the silver light it emits is purer and brighter than the moonlight of the full moon.
"cracking!"
With a cry, the glow-wrapped peregrine falcon seemed to be wearing a long white veil, and flew under the giant tower, illuminating the deep darkness.
In other words, the darkness seemed to be expelled all at once.
Scott and Rimbaud saw the spiral staircase descending around the spire.
"Sure enough, there is another floor under this tower, a total of seven floors." Scott said.
This kind of speculation is not because of anything else, but because seven is more magical than six.
"You want to go down?" Rimbaud jumped on the broom. "It's too dangerous! You can't be sure that the bird expelled the curse or poison there!"
Scott smiled and said, "Of course it's still the old way."
Siren, the magic barrier ball.
Double protection again.
Sitting in the magic barrier, Scott waved his wand and easily cast an iron armor spell that transformed into a spherical shape.
Double protection becomes three layers.
Then there is the bubble head curse.
Covers the mouth and nose with bubbles formed by magic, just like a gas mask.
Four layers of protection.
To be on the safe side, he cast another Patronus Charm to keep the Patronus by his side.
"Let's go, Sirene!"
As he stretched out his finger, outside the magic power barrier, Xi Leiyin in the water polo shook his head and tail, and controlled the huge water polo to float to the bottom of the giant tower, where the spire was located.
As the distance slowly approached, with the help of the silver light emitted by the patron saint, Scott clearly saw the changes in the water polo.
The originally clear and transparent water was turning black little by little.
Although Sirin was not afraid as a product of Transfiguration, the blackening of the water polo undoubtedly blocked Scott's vision.
Scott decisively ordered, "Keep changing the water, Sirin!"
After receiving his order, Sirin began to continuously create new water, and then drained the polluted part of the water polo.
Then they began to get really close to the spire.
From a distance, the spire is undoubtedly sharp, but looking closer, this long spire is actually a thick pillar with two people hugging each other.
One after another huge stone slabs rotate down the spire, forming a spiral staircase.
Scott commanded again, "Go down, follow the stairs."
The obedient Sirin began to manipulate the water polo, which was constantly updated and iterated, to float downward.
Round and round.
Soon, Scott began to feel extremely boring.
Even if there is too much light, it is all surrounded by deep darkness that cannot be seen very far.
There are no surprises except for the monotonous and repetitive scenery of the spiers and spiral staircases that continue to extend downwards.
Round and round.
Scott even felt a little sleepy.
Bored, he began to experiment with some harmless spells inside the magic barrier, in a wandless and silent way.
Round and round.
Rimbaud couldn't help asking, "Are we entering the ninth floor of hell?"
"Yeah." Scott yawned, "Maybe we can see Satan."
And so, after a long time, about three hours later, Scott finally saw a new view.
A majestic temple built of huge stone blocks.
In other words, a temple built with stone sculptures and buildings.
The shape of the temple is like a high chair with a huge portrait sitting on the chair.
One-eyed, long beard.
He wears an eagle helmet and a golden armor.
Holding a spear and wearing a gold ring.
Scott looked at the [-]-meter-high colossus in shock, and quickly made a judgment.
"It's the statue of Odin!"
Yes, the statue of Odin.
The spear in his hand is Gungnir, the Spear of Eternity, and the golden ring in his hand is the Ring of Dropnir.
His throne is the supreme throne that can see the nine worlds.
At his feet were two ferocious wolves, Keely and Kuliqi.
On his shoulders are two ravens, Fokkin and Wuny.
(End of this chapter)
