Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 503 It's time to make these visitors from the underworld remember us.

After a moment's thought, Percy agreed to Sir Bernard's request, believing the time was ripe for contact between the magical and non-magical worlds.

Having spent the summer studying with a mountain of books and a Time-Turner crammed into him by the Ministry of Magic, and then spent a whole year navigating the complexities of British politics, Percy was no longer the greenhorn he once was.

Percy is now rising at an astonishing pace in the dark quagmire of politics.

Moreover, with the help of magic, Percy's experience in this year was equivalent to the hard work and struggles of an ordinary Muggle over ten or twenty years.

The reason is simple: the Ministry of Magic authorized him to use the Oblivion Charm on Muggle civil servants. With the help of the Oblivion Charm, Percy was like someone in a game save mode, finding the perfect answer for every single response.

This made him invincible in officialdom. Apart from his understanding and use of long and complex sentences, nothing could stump him.

Of course, as he matured psychologically, he also began to skirt the edge of the law. Sometimes, he would secretly use certain magical potions to facilitate smoother communication.

He and the Percy Weasley who had just graduated from Hogwarts were two different people.

At first glance, you might even mistake Percy for a Slytherin graduate. And indeed, only a Slytherin graduate is well-suited to the British civil service system.

People from Gryffindor can't survive here.

As Percy left Sir Bernard's office and passed the lounge, he froze in place.

He was drawn to a figure on the television screen.

"Rice?" Percy's eyebrows almost stood up as he listened to Rice's impassioned speech.

If Percy hadn't known Rice, he would have actually believed him.

"What the hell? This Slytherin smells like Gryffindor." Percy couldn't help but complain.

If you put him now next to Rice on TV, people would definitely get their colleges mixed up.

However, Percy was just making a fuss. Through Rice's actions, he also realized that the wizarding world seemed to be stirring up trouble, wanting to deepen their communication with Muggles.

What else is there to say? Percy went straight back to his office to write to Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Henry.

A few hours later, Percy received a reply with an affirmative response.

Percy went to Sir Bernard as soon as he received the letter.

He's enjoying his last whiskey before leaving get off work.

Upon seeing Percy enter, Sir Bernard's aged face broke into a happy smile.

"Oh! Mr. Weasley, have a seat, have a seat! Would you like a whiskey—you're an adult, aren't you?"

"Of course, I'm still over eighteen." Percy sat down next to Sir Bernard and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the table—the drinks in Whitehall are all top-quality, and he usually wouldn't spend his own money to drink them.

After civil servants finish their internal banquets, Percy would even buy the leftover whiskey and champagne, refill and seal them, and take them home to enjoy himself or send them to his family.

Sir Bernard: ? ? ?

He was just joking, but Weasley's response really surprised him: judging from his tone, he wasn't even twenty years old.

Bernard felt a pang of jealousy at that moment, because Percy was just too young.

Normally, it would take an Oxford graduate at least twenty years of hard work to climb to his position, and he couldn't afford to make any major mistakes. But Percy got there before he was even twenty.

"At this rate, this position will be yours sooner or later," Bernard said, patting the armrest of his chair with deep emotion.

However, Percy firmly shook his head in the face of this unparalleled temptation.

"No, I am merely a bridge between the magical and non-magical worlds. A bridge cannot be a leader."

Bernard gave Percy a meaningful look, feeling that this young man's future was limitless.

He knows the boundaries so well, that's wonderful. Having such a liaison is a blessing for both the magical and non-magical worlds.

"You're here for bilateral talks, right? Did they agree?"

Percy nodded.

"Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Henry have both agreed to your request, and they would like to arrange a time to meet with you."

"Uh, should I light the fireplace?" Bernard glanced at the extinguished fireplace. A while ago, the Prime Minister, for some unknown reason, decided to replace the traditional fireplace with an electric one to demonstrate his environmental awareness.

Sir Bernard wanted to complain, but ultimately didn't bother the Prime Minister with such a trivial matter. His political career was already nearing its end anyway.

But it seemed that this would cut off the way the magical world communicated with him, because he remembered that Crouch used to pop out of the fireplace.

"No need." Percy's expression also turned a little strange. "They wanted to be more formal, so they submitted a meeting request."

Sir Bernard was also astonished by the wizard's actions.

However, he quickly understood the wizards' deeper meaning. They seemed unwilling to continue hiding in the shadows; they wanted to be open and aboveboard for once.

"Okay, their request is approved. Weasley, you will be the meeting recorder."

At nine o'clock the next morning, Sir Bernard and Percy waited for Dumbledore and his party in the conference room.

This time, there was one more person from the magical world than Percy had expected, and this person was a very important figure.

Godric Gryffindor accompanied Dumbledore and Henry to meet the Muggle leaders.

Upon learning that the red-bearded man before him had lived for over a thousand years, Sir Bernard was so shocked that he could barely hold his pen.

A thousand years!

What's the difference between this and immortality? Is this the allure of magic?

Bernard knew that this alone was enough to drive everyone crazy.

Prime Minister, President, Queen... which person at the pinnacle of power doesn't want to live longer? Even if they can't live for a thousand years, living for five hundred or a hundred years would be wonderful!

And Dumbledore, he's also 114 years old, which is extremely old.

Looking at the two old wizards in front of him, Bernard couldn't help but ask them how they had lived for so long.

"As long as you keep breathing, you can live this long," Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"I was possessed by a remnant of the Norse gods. He seems to have found a way to preserve my physical life, and I lived as him for thousands of years. It wasn't until recent years that my friends reawakened my soul..."

Dumbledore glanced at Godric, who then realized he might have said something wrong and quickly slammed on the brakes.

But it was too late; Bernard was acutely aware that he had used the word "friend."

Friend? Reawakened? That means you've been asleep all along? Does that mean your friend has lived for thousands of years?

This confirms that the wizard possesses the method to achieve immortality.

Neither Dumbledore nor Godric seemed particularly interested in the topic, so Bernard had to steer the conversation back on track, discussing how the Greek gods were dealt with.

"The situation is getting increasingly dire. After the allied forces' crushing defeat, Greece has accelerated its expansion, and now they have occupied islands in the Mediterranean such as Corsica and Sicily. Egypt is also not peaceful; there are rebellions in the name of the Pharaoh's servants, and its collapse is only a matter of time..."

After the defeat of the multinational forces, the evil spirits gained momentum and their activities were no longer limited to the Greek peninsula. The whole of Europe was in turmoil: the Greek gods, the Egyptian pharaohs, the vampires of Central Europe, and all sorts of demons and angels.

All sorts of demons and monsters have returned.

What's amazing is that there are two places in Europe that aren't haunted by evil spirits: the British Isles, which are isolated overseas, and Northern Europe, which is a haven of peace.

People originally thought that the Nordic countries, with their Norse mythology, would become the next Greece, but the result surprised them greatly.

This anomaly was completely incomprehensible to everyone.

But as incomprehensible as they may be, people's actions speak volumes. These days, airfares to the UK, Ireland, and the Nordic countries have increased more than tenfold, and the trend continues. All routes are completely sold out, with economy class tickets costing several times more than first class used to be.

A haven has emerged amidst the chaos of war, and everyone hopes to obtain a ticket to that haven.

The last time Britain was this extravagant was in the 19th century!

Bernard is now experiencing both pain and pleasure.

Amidst this chaos, he vaguely glimpsed the former glory of the empire.

"Want to know why no evil spirits have attacked England? Want to understand why the gods haven't risen in Northern Europe?" Mr. Henry wore a polite but distant smile. "It's because of us, wizards!"

He knew all too well what Bernard was thinking, and Mr. Henry was determined to bring him to his senses and let him know that the peace in England was not a coincidence, but the result of the wizards led by Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world, and it also has the most powerful wizards in the world. Their existence prevents evil spirits from setting foot on the British Isles. It is they who buried the age of the gods!" Mr. Henry's words were filled with uncontrollable pride.

He pointed in Godric's direction.

"The peace we enjoy today was won by Mr. Godric and his friends!"

He then began to speak at length to Bernard about the war between the four great gods and the Norse gods, as well as the greatness of Hogwarts.

Bernard was stunned.

He secretly did some calculations and discovered that the time when these four people were active coincided with the time when Norse mythology declined!

Now he was even more convinced that it was Mr. Henry who said it.

"It was just a small, insignificant contribution made with my friends," Godric smiled modestly. He didn't mention sealing the Underworld, because he understood that it was now impossible to seal the fully returned Underworld.

This requires the persistent and continuous efforts of generations of wizards as powerful as them.

Bernard sensed a strong sense of confidence and pride in Mr. Henry's tone. After Mr. Henry's explanation, he understood the importance of wizards.

It can be said that modern Britain can do without a prime minister, without a royal family, and even without a civil service system, but it cannot do without the protection of wizards.

Without the protection of wizards, the terrain of England was more suitable than Greece to be a pasture for the gods.

"Mr. Gryffindor, we need your help, humanity needs your assistance!" Bernard said earnestly. "If you can truly resolve the problem in Greece, you and your friends will be heroes of humanity."

Godric nodded, indicating that he would have attacked the gods even without Sir Bernard's request.

Because this is the destiny of wizards!

Upon hearing Gryffindor's words, both Percy and Mr. Henry frowned slightly.

Mr. Gryffindor is so easy to talk to!

They could have easily taken this opportunity to negotiate with the Muggles, thus putting the wizards in a more advantageous position. His casual acceptance of the offer put the Ministry of Magic in a passive position.

Since Godric had already agreed, what could they do? After all, on the surface, they were led by this ancient wizard.

Mr. Henry couldn't help but think that it would have been better if it had been Lord Slytherin who came to negotiate; Mr. Gryffindor was not really suited for this kind of situation.

Gryffindor didn't think too much about it. After leaving Whitehall, he shook off Dumbledore and Henry and went straight to meet his old friends.

He couldn't wait to begin his expedition to Olympus.

Upon returning to their lodgings in London, Gryffindor immediately shared his decision with Rice and the other two.

"Without further ado, let's head to Greece now and teach those so-called gods a lesson!" Godric's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I wonder who's stronger, Zeus or Odin?"

Rice and Rowena remained silent, while Helga repeatedly echoed Godric's sentiments.

She felt that the dead should not meddle in the world of the living. No matter how great the Greek gods were in life, they were already dead. They should therefore remain obediently in the underworld.

"So you've already agreed to the Muggle leader's request?" Rice suddenly interjected.

Godric paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Is there a problem? Should I not have agreed so readily?" He gradually realized that he seemed to have done something wrong.

"No, you did the right thing." Surprisingly, Rice shook his head, indicating that Godric was right.

"Making demands at this time would seem like taking advantage of someone's misfortune. We should first fight the Greek gods." A strange light gleamed in Rice's eyes. "It's time to make them remember us!"

As he spoke, Rice exuded a strong killing intent.

In Godric and the other two's eyes, Salazar, who had unleashed Ragnarok and fought alongside them against the Underworld, had truly returned.

"I suggest we bring them along this time," Rice said, causing the other three to look up immediately.

They knew exactly what Salazar was referring to, but that's what shocked them.

Is it really necessary to use those four items?

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.

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