Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 38 The Ultimate Magic

"I could teach you that bubble spell." Daphne, who didn't want to learn cleaning spells, was quite interested in the bubble spell that could give her a protective shield.

If it weren't for this bubble... Merlin above! Daphne shuddered as she recalled the scene she had just witnessed.

Rice gave her a meaningful look, indicating that there was no problem.

If you learn the Bubble Charm, you can also help him clean the corridor outside the secret room.

This is my own private classroom, it can't just stay dirty like this forever, right? And cleaning it all by myself would be too much work.

After taking a few more steps, Rice suddenly stopped and extinguished the flame he was using for lighting.

"What happened?" Daphne asked.

"I think you need to be mentally prepared. There's a snake king's molted skin ahead," Rice told Daphne, adding that he would clean it off if she was scared.

With just one glance, Rice recognized the snakeskin; it was the snake king he had left in the secret chamber.

Leaving a basilisk at Hogwarts was certainly not for it to "purify the school." According to Rice's vision, this basilisk was one of the legacy he left for Hogwarts.

The basilisk has a long lifespan, enough to protect Hogwarts for a thousand years.

If one day Hogwarts is invaded by an enemy and faces a life-or-death crisis, the Slytherin heir who speaks Parsleyan will open the Chamber of Secrets, summon the Basilisk inside, and purify the invaders.

As a result, his intentions were twisted into this grotesque form.

Purifying the school? That's unbelievable...

Although the Snake King is Hogwarts' ultimate weapon, Rice still felt that if Daphne suddenly saw the Snake King's remains, she might faint from fright—entering Slytherin House doesn't mean you're not afraid of snakes, so he warned her in advance.

Upon hearing that there was a snake molt ahead, Daphne instinctively wanted to follow Rice's advice, but when she thought that it was the remains of the Snake King, she was immediately tempted.

That's the legendary Snake King! A magical creature that kills you just by making eye contact with it.

If they missed it here, they might regret it for the rest of their lives. With this in mind, Daphne told Rice to leave the snake skin where it was.

After walking a few steps forward behind Rice, Daphne could vaguely make out the outline of a colossal, coiled creature. Rice raised the rekindled fireball, allowing her to see the entire behemoth.

In the firelight, a huge snakeskin emerged from the darkness, its vibrant green clearly telling Daphne that it was the skin of a venomous snake.

This is somewhat counterintuitive, because in most cases, large snakes are non-venomous, but this creature coiled on the tunnel floor is an exception; it is at least twenty feet long.

"By Merlin!" Daphne couldn't help but gasp.

Such a monster actually exists in this world!

After letting Daphne have a good look at the snake king's remains, Rice led her past the huge snake skin and continued deeper into the tunnel.

The tunnel twisted and turned, until finally, a wall appeared before him, carved with two intertwined snakes. Large, glittering emeralds were set in the snakes' eye sockets.

We've arrived at the secret room.

Rice couldn't help but sigh: He used to come here without going through so much trouble; it's time to repair the old mechanisms.

He approached the stone wall and, speaking in a Parsleyan accent to the snake on it, said, "Open it."

The two snakes separated, the stone wall split in the middle, and slowly slid to both sides and disappeared. Rice and Daphne walked into the space behind the stone wall together.

Behind the wall was a dimly lit room with many serpentine stone pillars standing on both sides. The room was so high that the pillars supporting the ceiling disappeared into the shadows above, casting long, eerie black shadows into the room, which was filled with a mysterious, verdant atmosphere.

On the other side of the room stands a statue as tall as the room itself, pressed against the dark wall behind it. Anyone entering the room must crane their necks to see the statue's enormous face.

When people stand in front of the statue, they often feel as if a mountain is pressing down on them, and some people even feel breathless.

"This is Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets." Looking at the room shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, Daphne's eyes were filled with awe.

"Only students who have been approved by Slytherin are allowed to enter this place," Rice whispered as he stood before the statue.

However, to be fair, if we go back to Rice's comments now, he admits that the statue is a bit ugly.

"Please wait a moment." Rice snapped his fingers, and the secret chamber, sealed for a thousand years, started operating again.

Illumination spell, star sign spell, weather spell, exhaust spell...

With a snap of his fingers, Rice activated a series of spells that were part of the secret chamber: the once pitch-black ceiling transformed into the sky outside the castle; the bright sunlight streamed into the chamber, replacing the green glow and dispelling the eerie atmosphere; the stale air was expelled, and fresh air rushed in, carrying the scent of flowers and earth.

"The spell here hasn't worn off yet!" Daphne was stunned by the completely renovated secret room before her.

A smug glint flashed in Rice's eyes: Yes, this was a spell he had personally set up back then.

"Alright, it's just a minor detail, don't worry about it," Rice said, feigning modesty. "We need to get right to today's lesson, but before I teach you spells, I have to ask you a question—do you know the ultimate limit of magic?"

"The...ultimate form of magic?" Daphne's voice was filled with confusion.

What is the pinnacle of magic? A powerful spell? But what kind of spell is considered powerful? My father said that Grindelwald almost burned down half of Paris with a single spell. Shouldn't that be considered powerful?

"It seems you don't know." Rice nodded, thinking it was normal. The magic world today is very different from that of a thousand years ago. Wizards don't have many opportunities for real combat, so naturally they don't have the chance to see the best wizard of an era go all out.

"But it doesn't matter. Guess why I insisted on bringing you here for instruction?" Rice revealed a slightly mysterious smile.

In the past, Rice put a lot of effort into this secret room to improve teaching effectiveness. Here, scenes from his memories can be recreated as realistically as possible, giving people an immersive experience—the entire secret room can be used as a meditation space.

Rice waved his wand gently, like a conductor, tapping the tip of his wand repeatedly, causing ripples to spread through the air. The face of the Slytherin stone sculpture also came to life, with white smoke billowing from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, gradually filling the entire Chamber of Secrets.

In an instant, Daphne was enveloped in a white mist, but the mist quickly dissipated. When the mist cleared, she found herself on a turbulent sea!

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