Chapter 428 Echoes of the Origin of Magic
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Bhutan is considered the origin of magic.
Unlike the city on the surface, in the magical world, Bhutan is located on the side of Mount Everest and has an ancient magical culture.
Similarly, this is the place where the internal meetings before the Wizards Federation election are held, and it is also the place where the election results will be announced in the future and the new president of the Federation will be celebrated.
And Tver, after a short trip to the United States, came here before August came.
However, since he was still delayed in the United States, Modesty was actually brought over by Zhou Ya a few days in advance at his request.
By the time Tver appeared in this holy city in the magical world, the place was already filled with the excitement of wizards gathering.
The election of the Wizards Federation involves more than 200 countries and regions in the wizarding world, so it is no longer just an internal matter of the Federation.
Of course, Tver is not qualified and has no interest in caring about the election.
After all, Dumbledore's removal came too suddenly. In order to speed up the normal operation of Federation affairs, the election process and ceremony were simplified as much as possible.
In this case, Babajide's chances of winning are infinite...
But as soon as he stepped here, Tver felt a different atmosphere.
Throughout the city, traces of magic can be seen everywhere!
In other places, even in wizarding villages like Hogsmeade or wizarding commercial streets like Diagon Alley, wizards are not allowed to use magic on a large scale.
But it's different here. The entire city itself is full of all kinds of ancient magic.
It's a bit similar to Hogwarts, except that the area here is hundreds of times larger!
"It's really magnificent..."
Tver looked at this with emotion.
The city is a bit like what he saw in Tibet in his previous life. It is mainly composed of trapezoidal buildings with white walls and red tiles. The steady style gives it a sense of history against the backdrop of the snow-capped mountains.
Just like the ancient magic hidden here gives Tver the feeling!
"Young man, listen carefully, this is ancient magic telling its origin story..."
In front of him, an old man wearing a red robe stood up from the ground and sprinkled the rice in his hand on the ground.
The next second, with a hiss, a small group of ball escapers appeared in front of him, happily enjoying their breakfast.
"Origin story?" Tver asked confused.
To be honest, although it didn't directly bring pressure to him, all he could feel was as thick and deep as the ocean.
"Don't resist, child, close your eyes, it is actually welcoming you." The old man said with a smile.
Under the gentle sunshine in the morning, it looks as kind and mysterious as the thangka (Tibetan painting) next to it.
Not feeling any hostility from the old man, or even feeling any magic power, and having enough confidence in his own strength, Tver closed his eyes gently as he was told.
The feeling of being as heavy as suffocation was clearly conveyed to every cell in his body. This kind of pressure was just like the feeling Tver faced when he first met Helga.
This time, although his strength has improved greatly after four years, he is still the same as before, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.
"Don't resist, you know, the magic of this city is not against you..."
The old man's voice rang in his ears, and for some reason Tver began to relax unconsciously, also canceling the magic power flowing around his body.
Suddenly, a magic power as thick as a mountain swept him in like a tsunami, and then like paper blown by the wind, the magic power slowly flowed around the city and the snow-capped mountains.
call out.
With a soft sound, the paper turned into ashes as if being burned by flames, blending into the entire city, forming one with the ancient source of magic inside.
This wonderful feeling made Tver a little intoxicated.
He could clearly hear the noisy celebrations in the city, but he felt extremely peaceful inside.
It was as if the world had nothing to do with him.
"This is magic..."
The old man's voice sounded again, but this time it became much more ethereal.
"Magic is hidden within us, no matter what method we use to cast spells or what language we use to pronounce spells..."
"It only follows the most basic rules of this world, the birth and death of life, the use of magic..."
"And we, just like Muggle scientists, are just people exploring these rules, exploring the deepest secrets of this world and this universe..."
A trace of astonishment suddenly appeared on Tver's quiet face.
the scientist?
Are the old wizards in Bhutan now avant-garde enough to understand this? !
The inner peace was also broken at this moment, and he simply opened his eyes.
The scenery here is still so magnificent, the ball escaping birds are still happily pecking at the rice, and the wizards in the distance are still noisily sending out fireworks in the sky.
But the old man disappeared like a phantom!
"Why are you still here?" Babajid hurriedly looked over and glared at Tver angrily.
"The meeting will start in less than half an hour. If you can't come a few days in advance, forget it. You can't be late, right?!"
"There's still half an hour left. If you go there in advance, you're just sitting there. Why are you in such a hurry?" Tver shrugged indifferently and let himself be pulled by him towards the upper end of the city.
"Just sit there?" Babajid laughed angrily.
"It has been spread that you brought Modesty here. This is the first time in decades that a Muggle has appeared here!"
"And the last time, it was when Grindelwald was planning to run for president of the Wizards' Federation!"
“Representatives from other countries were in turmoil over this!”
"Wait, are you sure there are no other Muggles here?" Tver pulled him in surprise.
"Of course, there are no convenient conditions for Muggles to live here," Babajid turned around strangely, "We rely on the magic of wizards to keep this place clean. Only occasionally some wizards come here for pilgrimage."
Tver was even more surprised, and he pointed to the place where he had just stood.
"But I just saw an old man in a red robe feeding these ball escapers. The rice on the ground is still here..."
"But that's you!" Babajide said with a strange expression.
"Just now you sprinkled a handful of rice on the ground, then closed your eyes and looked at it. I saw it with my own eyes!"
"?" Tver's eyes widened in surprise.
But Babajid saw that it was not early, so he took Tver's arm again and walked up the stairs.
"Why are you so surprised? Did something happen to you?" He asked curiously while leading the way.
"Uh..." Tver hesitated.
"I may have encountered the legendary echo that this ancient city brought to me..."
Unlike the city on the surface, in the magical world, Bhutan is located on the side of Mount Everest and has an ancient magical culture.
Similarly, this is the place where the internal meetings before the Wizards Federation election are held, and it is also the place where the election results will be announced in the future and the new president of the Federation will be celebrated.
And Tver, after a short trip to the United States, came here before August came.
However, since he was still delayed in the United States, Modesty was actually brought over by Zhou Ya a few days in advance at his request.
By the time Tver appeared in this holy city in the magical world, the place was already filled with the excitement of wizards gathering.
The election of the Wizards Federation involves more than 200 countries and regions in the wizarding world, so it is no longer just an internal matter of the Federation.
Of course, Tver is not qualified and has no interest in caring about the election.
After all, Dumbledore's removal came too suddenly. In order to speed up the normal operation of Federation affairs, the election process and ceremony were simplified as much as possible.
In this case, Babajide's chances of winning are infinite...
But as soon as he stepped here, Tver felt a different atmosphere.
Throughout the city, traces of magic can be seen everywhere!
In other places, even in wizarding villages like Hogsmeade or wizarding commercial streets like Diagon Alley, wizards are not allowed to use magic on a large scale.
But it's different here. The entire city itself is full of all kinds of ancient magic.
It's a bit similar to Hogwarts, except that the area here is hundreds of times larger!
"It's really magnificent..."
Tver looked at this with emotion.
The city is a bit like what he saw in Tibet in his previous life. It is mainly composed of trapezoidal buildings with white walls and red tiles. The steady style gives it a sense of history against the backdrop of the snow-capped mountains.
Just like the ancient magic hidden here gives Tver the feeling!
"Young man, listen carefully, this is ancient magic telling its origin story..."
In front of him, an old man wearing a red robe stood up from the ground and sprinkled the rice in his hand on the ground.
The next second, with a hiss, a small group of ball escapers appeared in front of him, happily enjoying their breakfast.
"Origin story?" Tver asked confused.
To be honest, although it didn't directly bring pressure to him, all he could feel was as thick and deep as the ocean.
"Don't resist, child, close your eyes, it is actually welcoming you." The old man said with a smile.
Under the gentle sunshine in the morning, it looks as kind and mysterious as the thangka (Tibetan painting) next to it.
Not feeling any hostility from the old man, or even feeling any magic power, and having enough confidence in his own strength, Tver closed his eyes gently as he was told.
The feeling of being as heavy as suffocation was clearly conveyed to every cell in his body. This kind of pressure was just like the feeling Tver faced when he first met Helga.
This time, although his strength has improved greatly after four years, he is still the same as before, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.
"Don't resist, you know, the magic of this city is not against you..."
The old man's voice rang in his ears, and for some reason Tver began to relax unconsciously, also canceling the magic power flowing around his body.
Suddenly, a magic power as thick as a mountain swept him in like a tsunami, and then like paper blown by the wind, the magic power slowly flowed around the city and the snow-capped mountains.
call out.
With a soft sound, the paper turned into ashes as if being burned by flames, blending into the entire city, forming one with the ancient source of magic inside.
This wonderful feeling made Tver a little intoxicated.
He could clearly hear the noisy celebrations in the city, but he felt extremely peaceful inside.
It was as if the world had nothing to do with him.
"This is magic..."
The old man's voice sounded again, but this time it became much more ethereal.
"Magic is hidden within us, no matter what method we use to cast spells or what language we use to pronounce spells..."
"It only follows the most basic rules of this world, the birth and death of life, the use of magic..."
"And we, just like Muggle scientists, are just people exploring these rules, exploring the deepest secrets of this world and this universe..."
A trace of astonishment suddenly appeared on Tver's quiet face.
the scientist?
Are the old wizards in Bhutan now avant-garde enough to understand this? !
The inner peace was also broken at this moment, and he simply opened his eyes.
The scenery here is still so magnificent, the ball escaping birds are still happily pecking at the rice, and the wizards in the distance are still noisily sending out fireworks in the sky.
But the old man disappeared like a phantom!
"Why are you still here?" Babajid hurriedly looked over and glared at Tver angrily.
"The meeting will start in less than half an hour. If you can't come a few days in advance, forget it. You can't be late, right?!"
"There's still half an hour left. If you go there in advance, you're just sitting there. Why are you in such a hurry?" Tver shrugged indifferently and let himself be pulled by him towards the upper end of the city.
"Just sit there?" Babajid laughed angrily.
"It has been spread that you brought Modesty here. This is the first time in decades that a Muggle has appeared here!"
"And the last time, it was when Grindelwald was planning to run for president of the Wizards' Federation!"
“Representatives from other countries were in turmoil over this!”
"Wait, are you sure there are no other Muggles here?" Tver pulled him in surprise.
"Of course, there are no convenient conditions for Muggles to live here," Babajid turned around strangely, "We rely on the magic of wizards to keep this place clean. Only occasionally some wizards come here for pilgrimage."
Tver was even more surprised, and he pointed to the place where he had just stood.
"But I just saw an old man in a red robe feeding these ball escapers. The rice on the ground is still here..."
"But that's you!" Babajide said with a strange expression.
"Just now you sprinkled a handful of rice on the ground, then closed your eyes and looked at it. I saw it with my own eyes!"
"?" Tver's eyes widened in surprise.
But Babajid saw that it was not early, so he took Tver's arm again and walked up the stairs.
"Why are you so surprised? Did something happen to you?" He asked curiously while leading the way.
"Uh..." Tver hesitated.
"I may have encountered the legendary echo that this ancient city brought to me..."
