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

Chapter 181 The Savior's Ritual
To Basil's surprise, Voldemort, written as Kobayashi Masaru and pronounced as the Dark Lord, did not resist.

Why is he so cowardly? Is it because Ravenclaw's wisdom makes him think twice?

What's more, Manstein was not targeted, just like An Feng and other female students who went to school honestly.

He seemed like Grindelwald reborn, his every word and action filled with bewitching charm.

Besides, since he followed Dumbledore around all day, no one would bother him.

Time soon came to Saturday.

Bajir woke up early, which was unusual since he was able to control his body and sleep normally as a human.

Outside the window, a thin layer of mist covered the pink and light gold sky.

There were bursts of loud bird calls coming from outside.

Reason quickly broke into the room with heavy footsteps.

It was a tall, stocky sixth-grader named Oliver Wood.

He also has another identity - Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.

When he saw Bagir, he just nodded.

Then he walked straight to Harry's bed and began to shake Harry's thin body.

"W-what?" said Harry, dazedly.

"Quidditch practice!" Wood glanced at Basil and lowered his voice, "Get up!"

"Oliver," Harry grumbled, "it's just daybreak."

But his hand honestly reached for the glasses on the bedside table.

He wanted to hesitate, but the glasses were in his hands immediately, as if his hands had become magnetic.

Although Wood's voice was low, it could not suppress the enthusiasm in it. "As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm."

"See Granger? He must have gotten first place in his grade because he got up so early."

"We should also start training before other teams start training!"

"."

Harry really wanted to say that by this time, based on Draco's diligence last year, he would probably have already started training.

But he was still groggy as he had just woken up, and his brain only had this vague concept in it, and he was unable to fully transform it into language.

I could only continue to listen to Wood's speech.

"We have to take first place this year!"

"Come on, grab your broom and follow me."

Harry yawned and shivered a little, and climbed out of bed.

Took the team jersey handed to him by Wood.

During these times of hesitation, Wood even helped him find a broom.

"Good fellow," said Wood, "see you at the court in a quarter of an hour."

Harry nodded and put on his bright red uniform and his cloak for protection from the cold.

"Good morning." He greeted Bagel at the window and rubbed his eyes.

He suspected that his brain might not have fully woken up yet.

The previous second, Bagir's hands were empty, but after he greeted, there was a cup of bubble milk tea in his hands.

What was even stranger was that Bagel himself seemed to be glowing, and there were countless faint shouts around him.

Arthur? Because of the holy sword?

He didn't have time to think about it, and just said hurriedly, "Tell Ron that I'm going to training."

He walked down the spiral staircase towards the lounge, carrying his Nimbus 2000 on his shoulder.

Just as I reached the hole behind the portrait, I suddenly heard a clattering sound of footsteps behind me.

Colin Creevey came running down the stairs, his camera swinging wildly around his neck and something clutched in his hand.

"Harry! I heard someone calling your name on the stairs. Look what I've brought! The pictures are ready, and I wanted to show you -"

Harry stared blankly at the picture Colin was waving at him.

A moving, black-and-white Draco was tugging at an arm that Harry recognized as his own.

Then Ron squeezed in next to him again.

Grabbed his other arm.

He fought hard, but in the end he could only helplessly take a photo with Draco and Ron.

Force a smile.

In front of the bed in the dormitory, Bagir also smiled.

He took back the [Dragon Knight] that was now in his pocket.

As one of the useless cards, Harry would have been nothing more than an elite Auror even if his original world line had developed normally.

For Bagir, it was such a waste.

Harry Potter, who turned the fragments of Voldemort's soul into potential and whose every drop of blood and soul is imbued with the magic of love, should have a stronger future and be more useful to Basil.

Today is the beginning of planning Harry's new future.

He needs to do it himself.

As he drank milk tea, Bagir's fingertips gleamed.
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The wizard's magic was initially unsystematic.

The inheritance of magic cannot be learned through just a spell like it is now.

They often need to follow the creator’s mental journey and travel notes to feel and repeat, and there is a high probability that they will fail.

Until the discovery of magic circles, magic runes, and magical structures changed everything.

Some of the more perceptive wizards have found all sorts of strange patterns on the bodies of magical creatures.

At that time, most wizards who had the leisure to study the patterns could cast spells without a wand, without sound, and without spells.

They are all elites among wizards.

In addition, magic theory was the mainstream at that time.

They soon discovered the secret of the lines. As long as the magic power flowed in the direction of the lines, they could create corresponding magical phenomena.

As a result, these patterns began to be valued and recorded one by one.

It has also been gradually classified according to its function.

Wizards discovered that any of their magic could be displayed using a corresponding magic circle.

The magic circle was born.

The wizard's magic began to be passed down, and young wizards could replicate the magic of their predecessors through magic circles.

There is no need to learn by chance anymore.

this stage.

The magic world began to move in two seemingly contradictory directions regarding the development of magic circles.

One is simplification.

Through trial and error through complex magic circles, we can find the truly effective nodes.

Because not every little wizard can fully mobilize the magic power to complete the entire magic circle.

The magic power created by the magic circle is too strong to be applied in daily life.

The magic learned through magic circles will make wizards develop the habit of using all their strength.

I just wanted to move the bench, but I found that the whole room was lifted up.

Then the magic words were born.

The second is complexity.

The magic circle of the two-dimensional plane is derived and calculated into a three-dimensional structure.

Some magic cannot be performed with a single magic circle.

Multiple magic arrays are required to be combined.

Such as the now unpopular zombie drift spell.

It is a combination of the petrification array and the object moving array.

But at this stage, the magic circle is still a flat structure, just more complex.

The birth of magic runes is to more finely break down the patterns of wizard magic, allowing the three-dimensional magic structure to truly face the world.

Merlin discovered its wonder.

The wizard thinks that only the three-dimensional magic structure can perfectly interpret the magic that suits his own magic.

After a three-dimensional magic structure is endowed with magic power, it is equivalent to a magical creature, except that it has no bones, flesh, blood, or soul. Therefore, as long as you calculate the corresponding magic structure, try to outline it in your mind, and cast a spell through the magic structure.

The spell will come alive.

When magic flows through the structure, it forms a kind of inertia.

If you name it again.

This inertia will be miraculously preserved in the name.

However, the names here are not limited to spells, but can also be gestures, and their combination.

As a result, wizards have a more efficient way of learning.

As long as you pronounce the spell in the way the creator of the spell did, perfectly replicating the accent, or making gestures to recreate every little movement, the corresponding magic will be born in your hands.

It also has higher destructive power.

In the past, if one wanted to create a storm that would sweep across an entire castle, the magic array and magic structure required would have to be as complex and huge as a castle.

And you have to keep them in mind and use magic power to fully operate them.

But now, you only need to memorize the long and difficult spell, and when casting it, you just need to maintain the output of magic power, exercise your throat, and exercise your lung capacity.

Therefore, at this stage, wizards' magic mostly seeks to be powerful.

This is what modern wizards call ancient magic, which often has the disadvantages of long and difficult-to-pronounce spells.

But it also made the ancient wizard a walking scourge.

However, this is only what modern wizards think.

In the eyes of ancient wizards, what modern wizards call natural disasters and war magic is nothing more than a compulsory course for every wizard.

There is only one kind of magic that can be called a natural disaster in their eyes.

Records of that magic have long been destroyed.

Not even Dumbledore knew.

Only ancient magic like Animagus still has its shadow.

The brewing of potions also has its own flavor.

But Baqir had learned it from Nick - ritual magic.

The spell can be a 'name', the gesture can be a 'name', what about more complex rituals?

Time, season, number of wizards, dialogues, actions, specific items...all combined into a magical 'name'.

If you combine all these things, the inertia is terrifying.

It can even only be considered as a hypothesis.

Because this kind of inertia, this magical structure corresponding to the 'name', is simply impossible for the human brain to calculate.

It requires generations of wizards to take it as their life goal and work towards achieving it throughout their lives.

But for Bagel, there is a shortcut.

He needs no calculations, no organized rituals.

The Messianic prophecy is a natural ritual.

The perfect devil was broken because of a baby.

Infuse your own essence into it and let it be refined by the magic of love.

Countless wizards call out the name of Harry Potter, devoutly believing that he is the savior.

Because of Voldemort's belief and choice.

This prophecy began to gain momentum.

The power of this ritual was beyond Bajir's ability to digest.

But he can get it through Harry, the core of the ritual.

After all, Harry was his knight.

All Bagir had to do was to materialize the power of the ritual.

Turn this inertia into power and inject it into Harry's body.

The impact of digestion inertia can also be resolved by the inertia of fate, that is, the plot.

Basil, who had a photographic memory and pictorial memory, opened "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" with a sense of ritual and came to Chapter 7 "The Mudblood and the Drizzle".

In this world, only Ariana and he knew the original destiny in such detail.

"Hermione's away. Need a replacement for the [Mudblood] um. Colin Creevey?"

"Draco can no longer be the discriminator. That's not a problem, there are plenty of Slytherins."

"Ron vomits worms? Someone from Gryffindor could get hurt instead."

"It's enough to get here. It's enough to resist the impact of digestive inertia."

In front of the dormitory window, Bagir tapped the air with his index finger.

Everything he changed temporarily and automatically avoided the place where the plot took place - the Quidditch field.

Cedric, who joined the Quidditch team early last year and had already changed into a khaki uniform, suddenly chose to put down his broom.

A few international students who were curious about watching Quidditch also chose to return to the lounge.

An invisible spider web spread from Harry's body to everyone he met.

The copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets in Bagel's hand began to glow.

The deviated trajectory began to be reversed.

In the locker room.

Fred and George, who had gone to bed early last night, were suddenly overwhelmed by sleepiness. Their eye circles began to swell and their hair became disheveled.

Alicia Spinnet, who had a lot to say, dozed off against the wall.

Wood began to talk about his new tactics.

However, only after he finished speaking did he realize that everyone in the locker room except him had fallen into a baby-like sleep.

"Look, guys," Wood said grimly, "we should have won the Quidditch Cup last year. We were clearly a cut above the other teams, and unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond our control..."

Harry was a little confused. Didn't we win the trophy last year?
However, the next second, these doubts receded like the tide.

Instead, there was unfounded shame.

It seemed that the game was lost because of him.

With this mood, Harry, together with others, walked out of the locker room with Wood's encouragement.

The sun was already high in the sky, but there was still some residual fog floating on the stadium lawn.

When Harry walked onto the pitch he found Ron and Colin sitting in the stands.

When did they become so close?

Harry was a little confused.

But his thoughts inexplicably turned to the bread and jam in Ron's hand.

The boredom with Colin was replaced by a strange intimacy.

What’s even more strange is that after the formal training, facing Colin’s shutter, Wood didn’t feel any repulsion at all.

The shutter sounds that rang out one after another and made Harry a little annoyed were treated as air by Wood and the others.

"What's going on?" Wood flew to Harry's side and asked with a frown, "Why are you so absent-minded?"

"Are you still sleepy?"

"Harry isn't sleepy," said George.

"How do you know?" Wood asked testily.

"Look over there, Harry is flying the highest. He must have discovered it a long time ago." George said, pointing down.

Several people in green robes walked into the stadium, holding broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it!" Wood said in an indignant voice, "I reserved the course today! We want to see it!"

The next second, Wood, Fred, George and others rushed to the ground.

Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, stood in front of his players.

The two soon started arguing.

Flint took out the note from Snape, saying that he wanted to train new members.

Harry didn't land.

He looked suspiciously at Draco, who was standing at the end of the Slytherin team. When did his hairstyle change back?
It turned into a slicked-back slicked-back hair again.

And new members?
Are they Crabbe and Goyle, also wearing green uniforms, hiding behind the human wall?
Since when does a team need 9 players?

(End of this chapter)