Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 222 A Modernly Written "Ancient" Letter

"Yes, God doesn't exist, but that doesn't mean there aren't extremely powerful wizards in the world who are considered gods," Rice said confidently.

The epic Ragnarok of mythology was described by him as a wizarding war between Britain and Northern Europe. While this demystified that mysterious era, it greatly increased its credibility.

Now Gemma is starting to believe what Rice is saying.

"Alright then, please let me take a look at the correspondence between the four giants. After I've read it, I'll tell you the location where I retrieved the dust." Gemma decided to exchange information with Rice.

"I wouldn't carry something like that around with me," Rice said matter-of-factly. "Give me some time to have a copy of the letter sent to you from home."

Gemma didn't find anything amiss; on the contrary, she felt the authenticity of the letter Rice mentioned had greatly increased. However, out of concern for her junior, she added, "If possible, I still hope you'll come to Egypt with me; such a place is far too dangerous."

She didn't mean anything by it; she was just worried about her junior's safety. Exploring ruins is a high-risk activity, and if her junior recklessly ventured in, his life could be in danger.

Rice nodded; he also hoped to bring a reliable "guide" along, which would effectively save everyone's time.

Now, the two of them have made an appointment.

Once Rice hands over the correspondence between the founders, Gemma Farley will tell Rice what she knows, and the two will benefit from it.

After saying goodbye to Gemma, Rice hurriedly returned to the Slytherin common room and, in ten minutes, produced three "Letters from Slytherin to Rowena Ravenclaw," each word and sentence structure flawless, without a single imperfection. The only problem was that the parchment was new; the ink was still wet.

Kress provided "copies," meaning he only needed to copy the three "originals." Are there any problems with the copies looking so new?

Between the lines of the three letters, he also tried his best to subtly indicate the location of a palace.

Frigga really knows how to pick a location; she placed the palace in a valley beside the Klar River, which is teeming with plump salmon. I enclosed a few with Helga in my letter. They can be eaten raw without cooking, and their flesh is sweet and tender.

It's spring-like here all year round, even better than the location of Hogwarts. Honestly, if Hogwarts hadn't already been built, I'd really like to move the school here...

[As you suggested, the palace has been magically hidden; it can't be marked on a map, and Muggles can't find it. We can't let their faith be rekindled.]

I'm not in a hurry to go back. Let me continue searching this land for any traces left by the false gods. I set off from Frigga's palace and traveled southwest for three days and three nights before arriving at a small town called "Elfrum." The transportation here is convenient, and the smoked salmon made by the Muggles is delicious, but that's all that's good.

To be honest, even Rice felt like he was going bald from trying to construct a reasonable dialogue and "casually" mention the location of Frigga's bedroom in the letter.

So after he finished writing these three letters, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"We were all so busy back then, we didn't have time to write letters!" Rice couldn't help but complain: "Letters are such an inefficient way to communicate!"

Their former method of communication was "mother-and-child parchment," a form of magic now lost to modern times. The specific method involved soaking a parchment in a special potion, then peeling it into two thinner pieces. These two pieces were then used as paper, and spells were added to create an extremely tight connection between them. If you wrote on one piece, the writing would appear on the other, allowing for seamless communication even across vast distances.

However, since Rice woke up, no wizard has ever used such a thing to contact friends. Modern wizards prefer owls and send an owl email when in doubt.

After writing the letters, Rice put them away contentedly. All he needed to do next was copy them. Feeling pleased with himself, Rice casually pulled out a book, laid it on the table, and began to read with great interest.

Soon after, Daphne appeared and reminded Rice that it was time to keep his promise.

"Oh, right!" Rice remembered that he was supposed to teach Daphne how to manipulate the land.

To be honest, after seeing Gemma's bottle of dust, Rice thought that Helga's soil manipulation spell was almost obsolete.

All the hard work and research you put in for months or even years is nothing compared to the sheer pleasure of someone else's single bottle of something...

When the thought popped into Rice's head, he was horrified by his own idea.

How could he have such an absurd thought?! He quickly shook his head, trying to banish the terrible idea from his mind.

Admittedly, using magic dust can greatly reduce the difficulty of manipulating soil, but this is a shortcut and does not benefit the user at all.

If using spells is like following a formula, then using this dust is like memorizing answers—it's even worse than following a formula! Knowing what but not why, how can a student who graduates in such a muddled way become an excellent wizard? Perhaps renaming them wizard craftsmen would be more fitting.

Indeed, a wizard's apprentice might not be able to match the skill of throwing bottles even after several years of hard work, but a student like Daphne, if she puts more effort and time into earth magic, could eventually kill those guys who only know how to throw bottles.

However, even he himself occasionally had such thoughts, so it's no wonder that the magical world eventually abandoned magic teaching altogether...

The four of them annihilated the false gods of Norse mythology so thoroughly that the wizards lost their sense of crisis. Without the pressure of life and death, why would they bother to study magic?

Rice couldn't help but recall the conversation that took place between her and Helga when Helga shared her earth magic secrets with her.

"These potions, when mixed into the pig feed, can effectively prevent swine fever and also promote the efficiency of nutrient absorption in pigs, allowing your pigs to eat the least amount of feed and grow the most meat." Salazar handed a large jar of prepared potions to Helga with an extremely complex expression on his face.

He, a world-class potions master, is now forced to develop a diarrhea-stopping and weight-gain potion for pigs just to create a spell. What a mess he's made of…

Hufflepuff saw right through Salazar's thoughts and rolled his eyes at him: "Don't underestimate the skill of raising pigs. If you're so capable, why don't you stop eating pork from the school and go catch wild boars with your bunch of apprentices!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The first update is delivered on time!

My stomach finally feels better, but my head is starting to hurt again. Oh dear!

Here's another picture, silver hair and green robe, it's Adrian!

(End of this chapter)