Chapter 135 The Legend of the Three Brothers

"Before, the more powerful the spell, the better."

"After all, this can prove that wizards have superb magic power. Secondly, it can help those stupid Muggles at that time wake up and stop being stupid and target wizards."

"Smachlin's invention of the Disarming Charm changed the tide of spell development."

"Wizards have found that they can fight in a more low-key way without creating a mess around them."

Hearing this, Bajir raised a question in a timely manner, "According to my observation. As far as students are concerned, some students' magic power does not even meet the minimum requirements for [armor protection]."

"How did ancient magic, which required more magic power, become popular?"

Flamel: "The magic power of wizards is not a consumable. The level of their magic power only determines the value of their output in an instant."

"The reason why a crappy wizard who couldn't cast the Iron Armor Curse was able to create natural disasters through ancient magic in the past."

"It's because of the method of stacking blocks. If a natural disaster is compared to a model of a building."

"Every syllable of the long incantation of ancient magic is a password for making each of its building blocks."

"Under such circumstances, even if you can barely cast the fluorescent squib. As long as you can recite the incantation in one breath and maintain the output, you can become a wizard who cannot be underestimated."

"The advantage of wizards with high magic power is that they can also create a storm of the same size. Wizards with low magic power may spend ten minutes chanting spells to maintain spell casting. Wizards with high magic power, because their 'building blocks' are larger , they only need to spend less time, like one minute.”

"I have said so much, you should understand why ancient magic has been replaced by modern magic."

Ariana raised her hand: "Because modern magic spells are shorter!"

Flamel shook his head, "For this reason, what else?"

Fleur said tentatively: "Is it more difficult? It is very tiring to keep casting spells all the time."

Flamel, "What else?"

Bagir: "It was promoted by the Ministry of Magic of each country and even the wizards themselves at that time. Before modern magic became popular, every wizard had the potential to become a natural disaster. Even Squibs."

"Who knows if you might have accidentally offended some small-minded wizard."

"As a result, you and your entire home were blown away by the wind while you were sleeping, and you accidentally died."

"Under such circumstances, every wizard is a hunter in the dark forest, afraid of making any noise."

"But wizards are also human beings. They can also be lonely, and they also long to socialize with their own kind. After discovering that they can teach the same kind of people they don't like without making such big moves, ancient magic will naturally be hidden and only used as a bottom-line thing."

Flamel applauded, "You are right. Especially the metaphor of the dark forest."

"In those days, wizards often lived in isolation."

"The Ministry of Magic's rights are very small. It just occupies a name."

"But on the contrary, ancient magic is extremely prosperous."

"At that time, we divided the level of beginners, that is, 11-year-old wizards into levels from 1 to 7 based on their magic power."

"At that time, Squibs were also wizards. But now wizards of level 1 to 2 are called Squibs."

Bagir thought of Harry and asked, "Are there no little wizards above level 7?"

Flamel shook his head: "Seven is the most magical number."

Bagir gasped. Among the 11-year-old little wizards, both he and Neville's magic scale was 7. Harry is 10.

Harry can be understood as a fragment of Voldemort's soul.

But Neville and him. He had never thought that was amazing before.

Flamel continued: "I checked on you and your birthday is July 1st."

"Although you are not officially 11 years old yet. But you have learned magic and directly practiced magic. It is possible that your magic power level will exceed 7 when you are close to 12 years old."

"Not to mention you are a great wizard."

"The magic I want to teach you today requires an energy level of 10."

"That's a number some wizards won't reach in their lifetime. But you should be fine."

Bagir thought of Hagrid's 7. After a brief moment of silence for him, Bagir asked: "What is the name of this magic? What is your current energy level?"

Flamel: "Lightning storm. A composite ancient magic. It was born from my lover's storm spell that blew away all the contestants and the spell of the poisonous snake Animagus to create a thunderstorm. It's very demanding."

"If you are a wizard with energy level 1, you have to recite (wait) at least 600 times. That means it takes 10 minutes."

Bagir frowned: "What language is this?"

Flamel: "A language on the verge of death. The only ones who know it now are me, Perenal, and Albus. The meaning of this word is to wait. Its function is to imply that it continuously outputs magic power, allowing people to be born and The magical phenomenon in the unborn space is steadily accumulating energy, waiting for your command."

"Okay, I will recite the mantra now. (Wind) (Please obey my orders). (Please carry the thunder, lightning, wind and rain to defeat my enemies). (But please wait to accumulate strength first), (Wait) , (wait), (wait), (wait), (well, it’s now)!”

"You should remember it."

Bajir nodded.

Flamel smiled with satisfaction: "Retell it now, remember the ups and downs of my tone, and add movements."

"At the beginning, hold the wand in your hand and raise it to the sky." Flamel suddenly pulled out the wand and raised it straight above his head. It's a bit like Tiga transforming and holding the transformer high.

“When you say ‘(but please wait to gather strength first)’, withdraw the wand so that the tip of the wand is just between your eyebrows. Then just keep repeating (wait).”

"When it's time to say (Okay, now), raise your wand to the sky again."

Lemebi finished his movements and signaled Bajir with his eyes to start.

Bagir nodded and raised the wand above his head, "Then let me try."

Flamel and Dumbledore were shocked.

They thought Bagir would have to try a few more times.

But the moment the spells rushed out of his mouth, they could feel a magical energy beginning to gather in the sky above their heads.

The wind began to howl, the sky began to darken, then there was a thunder, and water vapor began to condense.

When I read ". (please carry the thunder and lightning, wind and rain, and defeat my enemies)", the whirlwind, lead cloud, and thunderstorm almost took shape.

Flamel and Dumbledore looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

His energy level is definitely not just 10!

Flamel interrupted quickly: "Quick! No need to read it anymore, just skip to the end - (Okay, now)! The gesture remains the same!"

"(Okay, now)!" Bajir raised his wand and read loudly.

Hoo ho ho!

With him as the center, a tornado rose from the ground and headed towards the green horizon.

Boom!

The thunder snake entwined in the lead cloud seemed to choose people to devour, but under his control, it only brought a burst of light from time to time to the darkness under the dark clouds.

Pattering!

The icy rain column hit the grass and Bagir and the others.

"Wonderful, really wonderful!" Flamel ignored the icy rain, "While ignoring the high quality of your great wizard's magic power, your magic power level is at least 15! Didn't you ask me about my power level before? 20 is my number.”

Counting the bonus number, Bajir is 22: 20? ! ! If you don’t count the bonus of [Magic Book], I’m only 11, which is worthy of Nick Flamel!

"What about you, brother?" Ariana was curious. After joining the club, she can see her own data. The value in her magic column is 13.

"Me?" Dumbledore shook his head, "The quality of the magic power of the great wizard is different from that of ordinary wizards. It is impossible to guess. If converted, my number should be 30."

"But I am not Nick's opponent. Alchemy items are sometimes part of strength."

When Dumbledore said this, he tightened the wand in his pocket.

Bagir narrowed his eyes, "Hey, Flamel didn't know he had the Elder Wand?"

He couldn't help but think of another wizard who possessed the Deathly Hallows - Voldemort.

——

"So, this stone is the Resurrection Stone?" A human face condensed into a mass of black mist trembled, "How do you know?"

The dead man crawling before him was not Lucius Malfoy.

But a young wizard.

Even through the blurry outline, you can see the obvious baby fat and immature facial features.

It was obvious that he was a dead man. An unknown person who died at the hands of Voldemort.

Voldemort discovered that he could only summon wizards he had personally killed.

In order to find out the origin of this stone, he summoned countless dead people.

And today, I actually learned about it from a fifteen-year-old little wizard who didn't even have full hair.

This was such a surprise to him.

The unknown little wizard replied: "The Tales of Beedle the Bard."

Voldemort: "And this book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, I've never even heard of!"

Unknown little wizard: "It's a fairy tale. The old stories that children hear are said to be written by Beedle, "The Fountain of Good Luck"..."Babbitty Rabbit and Her Croaking Stump", and "The Three Brothers" "The Resurrection Stone comes from "The Legend of Three Brothers."

Voldemort: Are there any real things in fairy tales? Depend on! I missed a lot!

He pretended to be calm: "Then read it to me."

Unknown little wizard: "Yes."

[Once upon a time, there were three brothers walking on a quiet path.

It was almost 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 it.

However, the three brothers are proficient in magic. With a wave of their magic wands, a bridge appears on the dangerous and unpredictable water.

However, the God of Death has been looking for Lao San for many years, but has never been able to find him.

The third child lived until he was very old before finally taking off his invisibility cloak.

handed over to his son, and greeted Death like an old friend,

And happily left the world with him as equals. 】

Unlike Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Voldemort, who was famous for leaping over death, did not care about the Elder Wand or the Resurrection Stone.

He immediately noticed the invisibility cloak: "Say! Within one minute, I want to know all the information about that piece of clothing!"

"Invisibility cloak, it is not only invisible, but also allows the wearer to escape the pursuit of death! Never die!"

Unknown young wizard: "We call them the Deathly Hallows."

Voldemort: "We?"

Unknown young wizard: "There are a large number of wizards who believe that the gifts given to the three brothers by the God of Death - an invincible wand, a stone that can bring the dead back to life, and an invisibility cloak that never wears out - are all true. Something that really exists in the world.”

"If a person legally possesses these three things, he or she becomes the master of Death."

"That means invincible, even immortal."

Voldemort became more and more excited: "Master of Death? That's right! Who else in this world has gone further than me on the road to transcending death!"

"The encounter between the Resurrection Stone and me, and my making it into a Horcrux are all destined!"

"In order to prevent me from becoming a god, there is the so-called son of prophecy, the ridiculous Harry Potter!"

"All this is a test!"

"My birthday is December 31st, the end of the year!"

"My birth brought death! Killed my mother!"

"Then I kept killing myself in the making of each Horcrux!"

"So, now I only need the Invisibility Cloak and the Elder Wand!"

"As long as they are made into Horcruxes! I am the Master of Death!"

"The Eternal Wizard Emperor!"

Unknown Little Wizard: "Master, among the other two Deathly Hallows, only the Elder Wand has countless evidence and Clues. "

"The bloody traces of the old wand are splattered all over the history of magic. "

"Because only by seizing the wand from its previous owner can one become its true owner. "

"The evil monster Egbert slaughtered the demon Emeric, Hereward killed his father Godlot, and the terrible Loxias killed Barnabas Devereux. The wands that were stolen in these stories were all the wand of destiny. "

"But the clues became blurred when it came to Arcus and Levias. No one knows which of them defeated the previous owner of the old wand, Loxias. "

"And no one knows who defeated them both. "

Voldemort chuckled: "It's okay to have clues. A friend must know its whereabouts. And who knows wands better than wandmakers? Don't you think so, kid! 'Making fine wands since 382 BC', great!"