Chapter 684 3 Hallows 3 Elements, 3 Brothers with Peverell
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 684 Three Holy Artifacts Three Elements, and the Three Peverell Brothers
Speaking of this situation, Dumbledore's face became even more melancholy, as if he was caught in a certain memory.
"Of course, if that wizard can find a way to establish this barrier again and fully control his own magic power again... then he will quickly become a very powerful wizard by relying on his talent of being deeply connected with the magic power of the world!"
McGuffin knew that Dumbledore remembered the boy... a member of the Dumbledore family.
"Professor? Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, where did I say it? In short, the three most important elements of casting magic are—"
"Magic, connection, and shielding!"
"These three are often related to each other, forming the general meaning of magical talent we refer to..."
"The amount of magic power we perceive depends on the evolution of the entire world and the times, as well as the regulation of the shielding valve in our body on our perception of magic power..."
"The connection... refers to each of us relying on our own unique cognition and will, calling out the existence of magic power through the brain, praying to the magic power, and letting it interfere with the real world according to our own ideas..."
"...Plainly speaking, it's like making a wish to the lamp god... This is our usual process of casting spells."
"And—proper shielding—this is the only mechanism we have to prevent the magic power of the spell from getting out of control. Without this talent... wizards can't succeed in casting magic according to their own will."
"These are the three most essential conditions for casting magic, and they are also the essential talents for us to become wizards."
Dumbledore paused and continued,
"And the so-called gods..."
"It is an unknown existence that is completely free from these three necessary conditions for casting spells..."
"They are able to display mana that far exceeds the limits of ordinary people, and they can release their own shielding state. With their own ability and will, they can take a step forward... directly connected to the original magic power of the world... No, it's not just a connection, they are the incarnation and representative of a part of the world's magic power..."
"In ancient times, those terrible wizards were able to move mountains and seas, call wind and rain, live forever, even create life, resurrect the dead, and turn back time...the extent to which they changed the real world... almost beyond our imagination."
"And the mere appearance of these terrifying existences in front of our eyes will also allow us to understand the truth of that world... It will change your cognition, your thoughts, your soul... It will loosen the valve that blocks the magic power in your body... Let us immerse ourselves in the deep connection of magic power..."
"At that time, you will no longer be able to control your own magic power."
"This is a terrible thing. I think you should have guessed what the consequences will be. Your brain will be burned by magic power, and you will go crazy... Maybe it's the best ending. I think everyone should know about the five-legged monster hundreds of years ago..."
Dumbledore gave an example,
Everyone shuddered.
"For those of us who rely on our own shielding mechanism to protect ourselves from the erosion of magic power..."
"God is an existence that we cannot touch, describe, or observe at all..."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, everyone present was silent.
People don't know what to say.
This passage directly impacts any knowledge and experience that everyone has learned in the magic school, far beyond the cognitive framework of ordinary wizards.
"Lie!"
"This is a nonsense made up by you! I don't believe it!" Some pure-blood wizards shouted directly.
But more wizards were silent, thinking about the authenticity of these words.
"Albus, it's not that I don't believe...it...this is really..." Rufus Scrimgeour stood up with an indescribable look on his face.
"Unheard of...unheard of..." Professor Flitwick grabbed his short beard fiercely, his pointed wizard hat kept jumping up on his head in fright at his conclusion, and his whole body was staggering...up and down...floating in mid-air.
Even Professor McGonagall, who has always supported Dumbledore, looked suspicious.
"Five-legged monster... five-legged monster! Although those hillbillies on Deria Island are really useless, how dare you insult McBurn's blood to such an extent, Dumbledore." The group of pure-blood wizards no longer concealed it. These guys stood up directly, stared at Dumbledore coldly, and said angrily,
"They are just fighting among wizard families, not malicious transformations caused by out-of-control magic power..."
"Albus Dumbledore, if you can't prove your lying conclusion today... then everything you said... is a lie! We will take the newly built [Diagon Alley] and move to other places..."
"We do not believe that Lord Voldemort would treat his supporters, followers..."
One of the guys named McNeil stood up directly, and this guy even directly stated that he supported Voldemort.
This made the Wizards of the Ministry of Magic on Scrimgeour's side very uncomfortable. They put on a straight face... a step forward, threatening each other.
"What are you doing...you have to think about the situation now?" McNeil threatened everyone hoarsely.
It caused the solid blood wizards behind to shout in solidarity.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand, preventing the two parties from confronting each other.
"It's very easy for me to prove... that's also very easy. In fact, throughout the history of the wizarding world, many outstanding wizards have discovered what I just said. For various reasons, they have not been able to publicize it."
Those pure-blood wizards sneered.
Dumbledore continued,
"I won't mention those wizards in ancient times. Let me just choose an example that everyone knows?"
"...For example, the story of the three brothers Death and the Wizard in "The Story Collection of Poet Pidou" implies everything I just said..."
The sneer grew louder.
Dumbledore ignored it.
"The story goes like this..."
"Once upon a time, there were three brothers who were traveling along a secluded path. It was dusk. As they walked, they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade through, and it was too dangerous to swim across. However, the three brothers were proficient in magic. They waved their magic wands, and a bridge appeared on the dangerous river. When they walked to the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way—"
Dumbledore's story was directly interrupted by Scrimgeour.
"Wait! Albus, we all know the story... We don't have time to waste fairy tales like this now."
"Isn't it that the three brothers got three treasures from the god of death, a powerful old magic wand, a resurrection stone, and an invisibility cloak that can hide the god of death?"
After Scrimgeour looked up at the shadow in the distant sky, he asked impatiently, "Almost every child in the wizarding world knows the story of the Deathly Hallows. I don't understand why you want to tell such a story..."
"It's true! Scrimgeour..."
Dumbledore stretched out the wand full of knots in his hand, and placed it in front of everyone.
At this time, everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes began to become suspicious and greedy.
"Could it be, you...you wouldn't say it's the Elder Wand, the Death Rod, the Fate Wand?"
McNeill spoke in a hoarse voice, intermittently.
Some wizards next to him tugged on his robe, as if remembering something.
"You should know that I took this wand from Grindelwald..."
Many people gasped, and the crowd became silent, and there was no sound.
"Yes, this is the so-called Elder Wand, and I have already found both the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone..." Dumbledore said.
"Even if this is true, what can it prove? How does this relate to what you said earlier...'the three conditions necessary to cast any magic', and the 'so-called god'?" McNeill swallowed involuntarily, puffed out his chest,
He stared hard at Dumbledore's muscular bulging chest and that hardcore JoJo face, and said loudly.
This guy acted as if Don Quixote was about to defeat the windmill... He wanted to be very tragic, but in the eyes of others it was ridiculous. .
Dumbledore didn't say it directly, he raised his wand, drew a vertical line in the air, added a circle on top of the vertical line, and finally drew a triangle outside the vertical line and the circle.
form a well-known graph.
Many people lowered their voices and whispered a certain meaning of this symbol,
"Grindelwald!" "Deathly Hallows!"
Dumbledore continued, "The Deathly Hallows do exist, and they have been handed down until now... I know there are many seekers of the Deathly Hallows among you... You should also know the relationship between the Peverell family and these three treasures?"
"The three brothers in the story are actually the three Peverell brothers! Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus! They are the original owners of the sacred artifact. This is the emblem of the Peverell family..."
At this time, the group of pure-blood wizards began to split into two parts. Behind McNeill, an old wizard dressed in old fashioned clothes stood up. He stared longingly at the old wand in Dumbledore's hand and said.
His tone was very urgent, as if he really wanted Dumbledore to tell the truth behind the story.
"However, this is not the case. Many people regard this as the symbol of the dark wizard, or the Deathly Hallows... This is all wrong." Dumbledore waved his wand, and disassembled the symbol glowing with white light in the air again.
Divided into vertical lines, circles, and triangles.
"Most people are fascinated by the Deathly Hallows...the incredible magic power in the legend, but few people pursue the reason why the three magic treasures can have such magic power."
"Why is the Elder Wand so powerful, why can the resurrection stone destroy the boundary between life and death to a certain extent, and why can the invisibility cloak be invisible forever?"
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, obviously thinking of the Invisibility Cloak in Harry's hand.
"Why are they able to create such magic props? What did those creators understand?"
No one could answer Dumbledore's question.
"In fact, their original owners...or creators...the three Peverell brothers have subtly hinted at our answer," Dumbledore said, pointing to the three patterns floating in midair.
"Of course, one of the worst things has set a trap for us to confuse people."
The old bee twirled the wand, quickly enlarged the triangle, and spun it around.
"Many people regard this as an invisibility cloak..."
The old muscle stick shook his head, and said directly, "This actually represents—the magic power that exists in the world!"
"You should all know...in the magic world, the number three most represents magic power, and the triangle...in the wizarding empire of ancient Egypt, it represents the beginning and end of all magic power..."
Everyone gradually understood what the old fellow Albus Dumbledore was going to say.
With the waving of the magic wand, the circle began to appear in front of everyone.
"This does not refer to the resurrection stone, but the shielding mechanism in our body....The circle...has the meaning of protection and protection in every country."
"The last thread—it is our connection to magic. You can understand this without me telling you."
Finally Dumbledore concluded with another wave of his wand.
"So...the triangle is the outermost part of the magic power, followed by the circle, which is our own mechanism to shield the magic power, and then through that protective measure, we can connect to the outside world and perceive the magic power..."
As his voice sounded, the triangle fit into the circle, and the line nestled into the triangle.
It fits perfectly, without any logical loopholes.
This time, there was no sound around, and even his breathing stopped.
"The three Peverell brothers undoubtedly figured this out, and found a way to break through the boundaries that ordinary wizards can achieve, and created these three powerful and incredible magic props."
"Actually, many powerful wizards have already touched that boundary, hoping to take a step closer to unlocking the shielding mechanism in their bodies."
"Despicable Hai Erbo, Gryffindor, Slytherin... These famous wizards have used their own methods to break through their own limits, to find a safe way to break through their own shielding mechanism..."
"Some people carry out malicious transformation through dangerous black magic; some people hope to pursue the lost power revealed in ancient legends; some people hope to exercise their willpower; some people hope to find the answer by learning and researching various magical knowledge..."
"But so far, we haven't been able to reach the level of those legendary ancient wizards."
"So we who are within the boundaries... can't deal with the existence of the old ones." Dumbledore said, looking at the dark shadow in the distance.
"Is there really no way to deal with Voldemort?"
asked Scrimgeour, very despondently.
"No, Voldemort is Voldemort, God is God! The two cannot be confused... Besides, as I have already said, Voldemort's magic ritual is not complete, and there is an irreparable flaw..."
The words of the old bee playing tricks gave everyone a glimmer of hope.
(End of this chapter)
Speaking of this situation, Dumbledore's face became even more melancholy, as if he was caught in a certain memory.
"Of course, if that wizard can find a way to establish this barrier again and fully control his own magic power again... then he will quickly become a very powerful wizard by relying on his talent of being deeply connected with the magic power of the world!"
McGuffin knew that Dumbledore remembered the boy... a member of the Dumbledore family.
"Professor? Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, where did I say it? In short, the three most important elements of casting magic are—"
"Magic, connection, and shielding!"
"These three are often related to each other, forming the general meaning of magical talent we refer to..."
"The amount of magic power we perceive depends on the evolution of the entire world and the times, as well as the regulation of the shielding valve in our body on our perception of magic power..."
"The connection... refers to each of us relying on our own unique cognition and will, calling out the existence of magic power through the brain, praying to the magic power, and letting it interfere with the real world according to our own ideas..."
"...Plainly speaking, it's like making a wish to the lamp god... This is our usual process of casting spells."
"And—proper shielding—this is the only mechanism we have to prevent the magic power of the spell from getting out of control. Without this talent... wizards can't succeed in casting magic according to their own will."
"These are the three most essential conditions for casting magic, and they are also the essential talents for us to become wizards."
Dumbledore paused and continued,
"And the so-called gods..."
"It is an unknown existence that is completely free from these three necessary conditions for casting spells..."
"They are able to display mana that far exceeds the limits of ordinary people, and they can release their own shielding state. With their own ability and will, they can take a step forward... directly connected to the original magic power of the world... No, it's not just a connection, they are the incarnation and representative of a part of the world's magic power..."
"In ancient times, those terrible wizards were able to move mountains and seas, call wind and rain, live forever, even create life, resurrect the dead, and turn back time...the extent to which they changed the real world... almost beyond our imagination."
"And the mere appearance of these terrifying existences in front of our eyes will also allow us to understand the truth of that world... It will change your cognition, your thoughts, your soul... It will loosen the valve that blocks the magic power in your body... Let us immerse ourselves in the deep connection of magic power..."
"At that time, you will no longer be able to control your own magic power."
"This is a terrible thing. I think you should have guessed what the consequences will be. Your brain will be burned by magic power, and you will go crazy... Maybe it's the best ending. I think everyone should know about the five-legged monster hundreds of years ago..."
Dumbledore gave an example,
Everyone shuddered.
"For those of us who rely on our own shielding mechanism to protect ourselves from the erosion of magic power..."
"God is an existence that we cannot touch, describe, or observe at all..."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, everyone present was silent.
People don't know what to say.
This passage directly impacts any knowledge and experience that everyone has learned in the magic school, far beyond the cognitive framework of ordinary wizards.
"Lie!"
"This is a nonsense made up by you! I don't believe it!" Some pure-blood wizards shouted directly.
But more wizards were silent, thinking about the authenticity of these words.
"Albus, it's not that I don't believe...it...this is really..." Rufus Scrimgeour stood up with an indescribable look on his face.
"Unheard of...unheard of..." Professor Flitwick grabbed his short beard fiercely, his pointed wizard hat kept jumping up on his head in fright at his conclusion, and his whole body was staggering...up and down...floating in mid-air.
Even Professor McGonagall, who has always supported Dumbledore, looked suspicious.
"Five-legged monster... five-legged monster! Although those hillbillies on Deria Island are really useless, how dare you insult McBurn's blood to such an extent, Dumbledore." The group of pure-blood wizards no longer concealed it. These guys stood up directly, stared at Dumbledore coldly, and said angrily,
"They are just fighting among wizard families, not malicious transformations caused by out-of-control magic power..."
"Albus Dumbledore, if you can't prove your lying conclusion today... then everything you said... is a lie! We will take the newly built [Diagon Alley] and move to other places..."
"We do not believe that Lord Voldemort would treat his supporters, followers..."
One of the guys named McNeil stood up directly, and this guy even directly stated that he supported Voldemort.
This made the Wizards of the Ministry of Magic on Scrimgeour's side very uncomfortable. They put on a straight face... a step forward, threatening each other.
"What are you doing...you have to think about the situation now?" McNeil threatened everyone hoarsely.
It caused the solid blood wizards behind to shout in solidarity.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand, preventing the two parties from confronting each other.
"It's very easy for me to prove... that's also very easy. In fact, throughout the history of the wizarding world, many outstanding wizards have discovered what I just said. For various reasons, they have not been able to publicize it."
Those pure-blood wizards sneered.
Dumbledore continued,
"I won't mention those wizards in ancient times. Let me just choose an example that everyone knows?"
"...For example, the story of the three brothers Death and the Wizard in "The Story Collection of Poet Pidou" implies everything I just said..."
The sneer grew louder.
Dumbledore ignored it.
"The story goes like this..."
"Once upon a time, there were three brothers who were traveling along a secluded path. It was dusk. As they walked, they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade through, and it was too dangerous to swim across. However, the three brothers were proficient in magic. They waved their magic wands, and a bridge appeared on the dangerous river. When they walked to the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way—"
Dumbledore's story was directly interrupted by Scrimgeour.
"Wait! Albus, we all know the story... We don't have time to waste fairy tales like this now."
"Isn't it that the three brothers got three treasures from the god of death, a powerful old magic wand, a resurrection stone, and an invisibility cloak that can hide the god of death?"
After Scrimgeour looked up at the shadow in the distant sky, he asked impatiently, "Almost every child in the wizarding world knows the story of the Deathly Hallows. I don't understand why you want to tell such a story..."
"It's true! Scrimgeour..."
Dumbledore stretched out the wand full of knots in his hand, and placed it in front of everyone.
At this time, everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes began to become suspicious and greedy.
"Could it be, you...you wouldn't say it's the Elder Wand, the Death Rod, the Fate Wand?"
McNeill spoke in a hoarse voice, intermittently.
Some wizards next to him tugged on his robe, as if remembering something.
"You should know that I took this wand from Grindelwald..."
Many people gasped, and the crowd became silent, and there was no sound.
"Yes, this is the so-called Elder Wand, and I have already found both the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone..." Dumbledore said.
"Even if this is true, what can it prove? How does this relate to what you said earlier...'the three conditions necessary to cast any magic', and the 'so-called god'?" McNeill swallowed involuntarily, puffed out his chest,
He stared hard at Dumbledore's muscular bulging chest and that hardcore JoJo face, and said loudly.
This guy acted as if Don Quixote was about to defeat the windmill... He wanted to be very tragic, but in the eyes of others it was ridiculous. .
Dumbledore didn't say it directly, he raised his wand, drew a vertical line in the air, added a circle on top of the vertical line, and finally drew a triangle outside the vertical line and the circle.
form a well-known graph.
Many people lowered their voices and whispered a certain meaning of this symbol,
"Grindelwald!" "Deathly Hallows!"
Dumbledore continued, "The Deathly Hallows do exist, and they have been handed down until now... I know there are many seekers of the Deathly Hallows among you... You should also know the relationship between the Peverell family and these three treasures?"
"The three brothers in the story are actually the three Peverell brothers! Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus! They are the original owners of the sacred artifact. This is the emblem of the Peverell family..."
At this time, the group of pure-blood wizards began to split into two parts. Behind McNeill, an old wizard dressed in old fashioned clothes stood up. He stared longingly at the old wand in Dumbledore's hand and said.
His tone was very urgent, as if he really wanted Dumbledore to tell the truth behind the story.
"However, this is not the case. Many people regard this as the symbol of the dark wizard, or the Deathly Hallows... This is all wrong." Dumbledore waved his wand, and disassembled the symbol glowing with white light in the air again.
Divided into vertical lines, circles, and triangles.
"Most people are fascinated by the Deathly Hallows...the incredible magic power in the legend, but few people pursue the reason why the three magic treasures can have such magic power."
"Why is the Elder Wand so powerful, why can the resurrection stone destroy the boundary between life and death to a certain extent, and why can the invisibility cloak be invisible forever?"
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, obviously thinking of the Invisibility Cloak in Harry's hand.
"Why are they able to create such magic props? What did those creators understand?"
No one could answer Dumbledore's question.
"In fact, their original owners...or creators...the three Peverell brothers have subtly hinted at our answer," Dumbledore said, pointing to the three patterns floating in midair.
"Of course, one of the worst things has set a trap for us to confuse people."
The old bee twirled the wand, quickly enlarged the triangle, and spun it around.
"Many people regard this as an invisibility cloak..."
The old muscle stick shook his head, and said directly, "This actually represents—the magic power that exists in the world!"
"You should all know...in the magic world, the number three most represents magic power, and the triangle...in the wizarding empire of ancient Egypt, it represents the beginning and end of all magic power..."
Everyone gradually understood what the old fellow Albus Dumbledore was going to say.
With the waving of the magic wand, the circle began to appear in front of everyone.
"This does not refer to the resurrection stone, but the shielding mechanism in our body....The circle...has the meaning of protection and protection in every country."
"The last thread—it is our connection to magic. You can understand this without me telling you."
Finally Dumbledore concluded with another wave of his wand.
"So...the triangle is the outermost part of the magic power, followed by the circle, which is our own mechanism to shield the magic power, and then through that protective measure, we can connect to the outside world and perceive the magic power..."
As his voice sounded, the triangle fit into the circle, and the line nestled into the triangle.
It fits perfectly, without any logical loopholes.
This time, there was no sound around, and even his breathing stopped.
"The three Peverell brothers undoubtedly figured this out, and found a way to break through the boundaries that ordinary wizards can achieve, and created these three powerful and incredible magic props."
"Actually, many powerful wizards have already touched that boundary, hoping to take a step closer to unlocking the shielding mechanism in their bodies."
"Despicable Hai Erbo, Gryffindor, Slytherin... These famous wizards have used their own methods to break through their own limits, to find a safe way to break through their own shielding mechanism..."
"Some people carry out malicious transformation through dangerous black magic; some people hope to pursue the lost power revealed in ancient legends; some people hope to exercise their willpower; some people hope to find the answer by learning and researching various magical knowledge..."
"But so far, we haven't been able to reach the level of those legendary ancient wizards."
"So we who are within the boundaries... can't deal with the existence of the old ones." Dumbledore said, looking at the dark shadow in the distance.
"Is there really no way to deal with Voldemort?"
asked Scrimgeour, very despondently.
"No, Voldemort is Voldemort, God is God! The two cannot be confused... Besides, as I have already said, Voldemort's magic ritual is not complete, and there is an irreparable flaw..."
The words of the old bee playing tricks gave everyone a glimmer of hope.
(End of this chapter)
