People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 135 The Legend of the Three Brothers

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

"After all, one thing is that it can prove the wizard's superb magical power. Second, it can make those stupid Muggles at that time sober up and not do stupid things to target wizards."

"Smacherling's invention of the Disarming Charm changed the course of spells."

"The wizards found that they could duel in a more low-key manner without making a mess around."

Hearing this, Bajir raised a question at the right time, "According to my observation. As far as the students are concerned, some students' magic power does not even meet the minimum requirements of [Armor Protection]."

"How did the ancient magic that required more mana become popular?"

Flamel: "A wizard's magic is not a consumable commodity. The amount of magic they have determines the value of their output at a moment in time."

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

"It's because they used the method of stacking blocks. If we compare the natural disaster to the model of a building."

"Every syllable of the long spell of ancient magic is the command to create each of its building blocks."

"In this case, even if he can barely cast a fluorescent squib, as long as he can recite the spell in one breath and maintain his power, he can become a wizard that cannot be underestimated."

"The advantage of wizards with high magic power is that, to create a storm of the same size, wizards with low magic power may need to spend ten minutes chanting and maintaining the spell. However, wizards with high magic power, because their 'building blocks' are larger, only need to spend a shorter time, such as one minute."

"After all I've said, you should understand why ancient magic was replaced by modern magic."

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

Flamel shook his head. "That's the reason, what else?"

Furong tentatively said, "More difficult? It's very tiring to keep casting spells uninterrupted."

Flamel, "What else?"

Basil: "The Ministry of Magic of each country, and even the wizards themselves at the time, pushed forward. Before modern magic became popular, every wizard had the potential to become a natural disaster. Even the Squibs."

"Who knows if you have accidentally offended some petty wizard."

"As a result, your entire home may be blown away by the wind while you are sleeping, and you may even die accidentally."

"In such a situation, every wizard is a hunter in the dark forest, afraid to make a sound."

"But wizards are also human beings. They get lonely and yearn to socialize with their own kind. After they found out that they could teach their own kind a lesson without making big moves, ancient magic was naturally hidden and kept as just a bottom-of-the-box trick."

Flamel applauded. "You are quite right. Especially the metaphor about the dark forest."

"In those days, wizards tended to live in seclusion."

"The Ministry of Magic has very little power, it just occupies a title."

"But in contrast, ancient magic is extremely prosperous."

"At that time, we divided beginners, that is, 11-year-old wizards, into levels 1 to 7 according to their magic power."

"Back then, Squibs were also wizards. But now wizards of level 1 or 2 are beginning to be called Squibs."

Basil thought of Harry and asked, "Are there no young wizards above level 7?"

Flamel shook his head. "Seven is the magic number."

Basil gasped. Among the 11-year-old wizards, his and Neville's magic power was 7. Harry's was 10.

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

But Neville and him. He had never thought of it as remarkable before.

Flamel continued, "I have investigated you, and your birthday is July 7st."

"Although you are not officially 11 yet. But you have learned magic and trained your magic directly. It is possible that your magic level is over 12 when you are nearly 7 years old."

"Not to mention you're a great wizard."

"The magic I'm going to teach you today requires an energy level of 10."

"That's a number some wizards can never reach in their lifetime. But you should be fine."

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

Flamel: "Lightning Storm. A composite of ancient magic. My love's storm spell that blew away all the contestants combined with the serpent Animagus' spell that created the thunderstorm. Very demanding."

"If it's a Level 1 wizard, he has to say (Wait) at least 600 times. That means it will take 10 minutes."

Bajir frowned: "What language is this?"

Flamel: "A dying language. Only I, Perenelle, and Albus know it now. The word means to wait. It serves to indicate that you are constantly outputting magical energy, allowing magical phenomena between birth and unbirth to accumulate energy steadily, waiting for your command."

"Okay, I'll recite the spell now. (Wind) (Please obey my command) (Please bring thunder, lightning, wind and rain to defeat my enemies) (But please wait and accumulate strength first), (Wait), (Wait), (Wait), (Wait), (Okay, now)!"

"You wrote it down, didn't you?"

Baqir nodded.

Flamel smiled with satisfaction: "Now repeat it again, remember the ups and downs of my tone, and add the movements."

"At the beginning, hold the wand high up to the sky." Flamel pulled out the wand and raised it straight above his head, a bit like Tiga holding the transformation device high up when transforming.

"When you say '(but wait to gather strength)', bring your wand back so that the tip of the wand is just above your forehead. From now on, just keep repeating (wait)."

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

Flamel finished his movements and signaled with his eyes for Bagel to start.

Basil nodded and raised his wand above his head. "Then I'll try."

Flamel and Dumbledore were shocked.

They thought Bagel would try a few more times.

But the moment the spell rushed out of his mouth, they could feel a magical energy gathering above their heads.

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

When I recited '(Please bring the thunder, lightning, wind and rain to defeat my enemies),' a tornado, leaden clouds and thunderstorm almost took shape.

Flamel and Dumbledore looked at each other in surprise.

His energy level is definitely more than just 10!

Flamel interrupted quickly: "Quick! No need to read anymore, just skip to the end - (Okay, now)! Keep the gestures the same!" "(Okay, now)!" Basil raised his wand high and read loudly.

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

Rumble!
Lightning snakes were entwined in the leaden clouds, as if they wanted to devour someone, but under his control, they only brought a burst of light from time to time to the darkness under the dark clouds.

Pattering!
The cold raindrops hit the grass and Bajir and the others.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful!" Flamel ignored the cold rain. "Even if we ignore the high quality of your magic as a great wizard, your magic level is at least 15! Didn't you ask me about my level before? 20 is my number."

Baguirre, whose bonus is 22: 20? ! ! Without the bonus from the Magic Book, it's only 11. You are indeed Nick Flamel!

"What about you, brother?" Ariana asked curiously. After joining the club, she was able to see her own statistics, and her magic column value was 13.

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

"But I am no match for Nick. Alchemical items are sometimes also a part of strength."

At this point, Dumbledore tightened his grip on the wand in his pocket.

Basil narrowed his eyes. "Wow, Flamel didn't know he had the Elder Wand?"

He couldn't help but think of another wizard who possessed the Deathly Hallows - Voldemort.
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"So, this stone is the Resurrection Stone?" A face formed from black mist said in shock, "How did you know?"

The man sprawled dead before him was not Lucius Malfoy.

But a young wizard.

Even through the blurry outline, one can still see the obvious baby fat and childish facial features.

He was, obviously, a dead man. An unknown dead man at the hands of Voldemort.

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

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

And today, I actually heard it from a 15-year-old little wizard who hadn't even fully grown his hair.

This was a great 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 have never even heard of it!"

Unknown Little Wizard: "It's a fairy tale. The old stories that children listen to are said to be written by Beedle, "The Fountain of Good Luck"... "Babidi Rabbit and Her Croaking Stump", and "The Tale of the Three Brothers". The Resurrection Stone comes from "The Tale of the Three Brothers."

Voldemort: There's real stuff in fairy tales? Damn! I missed a lot!

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

Unknown young wizard: "Yes."

[Once upon a time, there were three brothers traveling on a secluded goat path.

It was almost dusk when they walked and 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, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appeared over the dangerous water.

However, the god of death searched for the third brother for many years but still could not find him.

The third brother lived until he was very old before he finally took off his invisibility cloak.
He handed it to his son, and then greeted Death like an old friend.
And as equals, they happily left the world together with him. 】

Unlike Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Voldemort, who is famous for leaping over death, is not concerned about the Elder Wand or the Resurrection Stone.

He immediately noticed the invisibility cloak: "Speak! I want to know all the information about that cloak within one minute!"

"The invisibility cloak not only makes one invisible, but it also allows the wearer to escape the pursuit of death! And never die!"

Unknown Young Wizard: "We call them the Deathly Hallows."

Voldemort: "We?"

Unknown Little Wizard: "There are a large number of wizards who believe that the gifts given by the god of death to the three brothers - an invincible magic wand, a stone that can bring the dead back to life, and an invisibility cloak that never wears out - are real things in the world."

"If a person legally possesses these three things, he (or she) will become the master of death."

"That means invincible, even immortal."

Voldemort became more excited: "Master of Death? That's right! Is there anyone in this world who has gone further than me in transcending death!"

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

"In order to stop me from becoming a god, there was the so-called child of prophecy, the ridiculous Harry Potter!"

“It’s all a grind!”

"My birthday is December 12st, the end of the year!"

"My birth brought death! Killed my mother!"

"Then he kept killing himself while making each Horcrux!"

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

"As long as they are made into Horcruxes as well! I will be the Lord 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 Elder Wand's bloody trail is splattered throughout the history of magic."

"Because only by taking the wand from its previous owner can you become its true master."

"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 wands of fate."

"But the clues became blurred when it came to Arkus and Levias. No one knew which of them defeated the Elder Wand's previous owner, Loxias."

"No one knows who defeated them both."

Voldemort chuckled. "As long as there is a clue. A friend will definitely know its whereabouts. And who knows wands better than a wandmaker? Don't you think so, kid? 'Making fine wands since 382 BC', great!"

(End of this chapter)