Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 504 The True Strength of the Four Founders (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month)

"Isn't this a bit of an overreaction?" Helga frowned. "Does conquering the Greek gods really require the use of those four weapons of war?"

Godric nodded repeatedly, while Rowena remained silent in thought. Clearly, all three had their own concerns about whether to use the war weapons they had previously created.

The so-called weapons of war were magical artifacts created by the four of them after they destroyed the Norse gods, using the remains of the most powerful gods according to their own preferences.

In other words, they are the four people's "exclusive weapons," and wielding them will give all four of them an exaggerated boost in combat power.

Of course, correspondingly, the four of them will also suffer extremely strong backlash from the weapons of war.

These four weapons were hidden by Rice and others through various means, without being informed to the younger students at the school.

Because no one else can use these four items. Even picking up the four items in their unsealed state is extremely risky for anyone else, let alone using them.

Therefore, when Salazar suggested using these four weapons, the other three hesitated.

Rice, however, was extremely adamant. He believed that if they were to fight, they must bring these four war tools with them in order to establish the authority of the wizards in one fell swoop.

"But if we gather together with those props, won't we alert them?" Godric frowned, sensing that things weren't so simple.

"Other gods and rabble can run away, but can Zeus run away? Where can He run to?" Rice waved his hand dismissively, as if he hadn't taken Gryffindor's warning to heart at all.

Rowena's eyes narrowed into slits.

She had a vague idea of ​​Salazar's purpose.

This guy has no intention of wiping out the Greek gods in one fell swoop!

Upon realizing this, Rowena suddenly understood why Salazar insisted on using weapons of war in a very short time.

He was worried that after the gods and demons were destroyed, the Muggles would abandon them!

Salazar's concerns are reasonable, because Muggles have betrayed wizards in the past.

After the gods were destroyed and the underworld was sealed away, the existence of wizards became an eyesore. Ultimately, this led to the persecution of wizards, forcing them to enact the Law of Secrecy and go into hiding.

Given the precedent set by Salazar, it's impossible for him not to make preparations for both scenarios.

He wanted to give the Greek gods time to move on, so they wouldn't be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Salazar wanted to win this battle decisively, but he also wanted to prevent the Muggles from using the wizards and then discarding them. He even found a reasonable excuse not to launch a second attack on the gods—using those four magical artifacts had exhausted too much of their power, and they were now incapable of attacking the gods again.

In this way, a balance can be achieved among wizards, gods, and Muggles, and wizards and Muggles can coexist peacefully.

Having figured out Salazar's thoughts, Rowena couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him.

He has found the optimal solution for the wizards in this crisis.

Looking at Godric scratching the back of his head, Rowena sighed: Godric only needs to think about how to fight the gods, while Salazar has a lot more to consider.

Now that he has understood Salazar's good intentions, Rowena will definitely lend a hand.

"Salazar is right, we must take the enemy seriously, so it is still necessary to use those things."

Rowena's words caused Godric and Helga to fall into deep thought.

The two couldn't help but think: since Salazar and Rowena had both decided to use weapons of war, they must have their reasons.

Even Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, who had always admired the wisdom of the two, were now wavering.

After some serious "thinking," they agreed to Salazar's proposal and decided to use their weapons of war together.

"Zeus should feel honored to be killed by us in this state," Godric remarked sincerely.

Rice then looked at Rowena, who was standing to the side with a very low profile, and asked her a very hurtful question.

"Your crown wasn't stolen, I mean lost, was it? Has it been found?"

Rowena nodded solemnly.

"It was the Secret Order who were behind this. They bewitched Helena, ultimately causing her and Barrow's deaths, and stealing the crown. What was left in the forest was nothing more than a poor imitation."

"Oh, so it was the Secret Society after all." Rice nodded slightly. He had already guessed that it was this group that was up to something.

Now that the main force of the Secret Order has been wiped out at Hogwarts, they have avenged Barrow and Helena.

After reaching a consensus, Rowena and Rice began to sketch out the teleportation magic to send them back to Hogwarts.

Before stepping into the magic circle, Rice suddenly felt something was amiss. After a moment's thought, he found the source of his confusion: Rowena hadn't explained in detail where she had found the crown.

Based on common rational analysis, she must have found her crown in the esoteric sect's treasury...

Hmm? The esoteric sect's treasure vault?

Rice felt like he had grasped the key to the problem, but then Rowena called out to him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Salazar, come in quickly, we still have things to do!"

"Oh, oh." Rice forgot about the key point she had just grasped and stepped into the magic circle.

With a flash of white light, the four disappeared from the spot.

When the four reappeared, they were already in Hogsmeade Village.

Rowena didn't give Salazar much time to think; she asked him directly why she felt something discordant in the teleportation magic circle just now.

It could even be said that without her correction, their teleportation location would have been off.

"Don't tell me it was you who messed up!" Rowena thought to herself.

"I just witnessed a brand new teleportation magic, and I unconsciously used it just now. Will I still be teleported to another place?" Rice blinked, her tone full of disbelief.

Rowena: ...

Helga: ...

Godric: (*｀*)

"It'll go astray." Rowena suppressed the urge to unleash a torrent of criticism on Salazar and said succinctly.

Rice paused for two seconds, then walked towards Hogwarts.

He was somewhat confused and puzzled, not understanding why such a mistake had occurred.

It might be because I haven't received systematic training.

Back at Hogwarts Castle, the four separated to retrieve their own weapons of war.

Rice's was naturally hidden in a secret room.

Slytherin's Staff!

A supreme staff made with the brain nerves of Jormungandr, the serpent that devoured the world, as its core, and mistletoe, the plant that killed Baal, the god of light, as its shaft!

Rice stood in the center of the secret chamber and drew his wand.

He gently touched the wand to the floor, then gave it a light push, and the wand disappeared directly into the floor.

Next, the entire secret room began to shake.

Rice looked at the scene before him with a satisfied expression; he was quite pleased with the current way the staff could be concealed.

The floor of the sealed room began to crack little by little, eventually forming a huge hole in the very center of the floor.

At the bottom of the hole lay a seven-foot-long staff, with faint traces of blood visible on its shaft and a head shaped like a snake's head.

With a wave of his hand, the staff flew into his hand automatically, and Rice's eyes also straightened up, turning from white to orange-yellow, with his pupils becoming thin and long, looking exactly like a snake's eyes.

"Phew..." Rice took a deep breath, picked up his staff, and walked out.

Upon arriving at the lobby on the first floor, Helga and the others were already there.

Rowena held her crown, Helga carried her golden flask, and Godric held his Gryffindor sword.

However, compared to its usual form, the sword was now completely unsealed, and a fierce aura emanated from its blade.

"It's time to set off."

The other three hummed in agreement and walked with Rice to the lawn outside the castle.

At this point, the three of them no longer suppressed the power of their weapons, but released their power without reservation.

Rice raised his staff, and his skin began to crack, forming snake-scale-like fissures; Rowena placed the crown on her head, her eyes turning cold and aloof, as if devoid of any human emotion; Godric's eyes truly burned with two flames; only Helga remained relatively normal, but her golden urn had turned crimson, its surface completely covered in viscous blood.

The next moment, four extremely powerful magical forces soared into the sky, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

Only now did they truly reveal their strength.

Even though the four of them are now the standard "old, weak, sick and disabled", this is a force that neither humans nor gods can resist.

The last time they went all out was during their war with the underworld.

Dark clouds rapidly gathered in the sky, and howling winds filled the air, carrying large amounts of sand and dust, forming a sandstorm. Above the clouds, a faint dark red light was visible.

If you look down from an airplane, you can see flames burning fiercely above the rolling clouds.

"Let's go." Rice's words were short and forceful.

Upon hearing his words, the four of them took flight and disappeared into the catastrophic weather.

After the four figures disappeared, dark clouds, a sea of ​​fire, and a sandstorm spread out at an astonishing speed.

First it enveloped the entire Hogwarts, then it swallowed up Hogsmeade Village, and then it expanded to the Scottish Highlands.

Within minutes, the entire territory of Scotland was enveloped by this bizarre natural phenomenon.

Pedestrians screamed and ran into the nearest building, trying to escape the terrifying sandstorm. Those without buildings nearby sought shelter from the wind in cars, phone booths, or other objects that could provide cover.

No one is immune to fear in the face of such a natural disaster.

Everyone was trembling with fear, praying to everything they could for help, hoping to get through this calamity safely.

Fortunately, the four people meant no harm; these people had simply wandered into their territory by mistake.

They marched swiftly across the European continent with their own territories, expanding their domains as much as possible in the process.

Soon, the area that covered almost half of Britain was withdrawn from the British Isles, leaving not a single grain of sand behind, nor destroying large numbers of buildings like a typhoon would.

People felt as if they were in a dream, watching the sky darken for a few minutes before experiencing a sandstorm that wasn't particularly intense.

Bernard stared in shock at the sky outside the window that had suddenly darkened, and at the howling sandstorm. He couldn't help but swallow hard: This is the strongest wizard, this is the pinnacle of magic!

He was extremely grateful that these people were on his side.

At the same time, he felt that Zeus was now doomed.

Dumbledore covered the donuts on the plate in front of him with his robe to prevent the frosting from being contaminated by the sandstorm. He looked up at the scourge hurtling past, remaining silent.

An ordinary Muggle might just be scared, but he understood the meaning behind the weather.

The more he knew, the stronger his sense of awe became. At this moment, Dumbledore realized that his magical path was not yet over.

This dark cloud, large enough to cover half of Britain, was observed by Muggles within minutes of its formation and quickly attracted worldwide attention.

By the time it crossed the English Channel and landed in France, its area was almost the same as that of Great Britain, and the entire cloud was enough to cover a third of France.

People were panicked and confused.

They had a vague feeling that this was probably similar to the source of the strange phenomena that had occurred before.

No one tried to retaliate; its sheer size was enough to extinguish any thought of fighting it—people always defended against and avoided typhoons, never considered destroying them.

But there's some exciting news: this bizarre natural disaster is heading straight for Greece!

Could it be...?

Everyone secretly began to look forward to it.

Unlike the Muggles who were completely bewildered, the demons and evil spirits were terrified out of their wits.

Upon sensing the immense and despairing magical power, they did not hesitate and immediately began to flee.

The lucky evil spirits escaped because they were far from the four people's path, but the unlucky ones were in a terrible situation.

Wherever the sandstorm passes, all evil spirits, demons, and other creatures from the underworld are swept away. There is no individual who can enter the four-person domain undetected.

The evil spirits on the edge of the realm transformed into streaks of light, attempting to escape, but a wind blade or a teardrop-shaped flame would often shoot out from the dark clouds and annihilate them.

Some demons, unwilling to die, raised their aura to its limit and roared as they charged towards the dark clouds in the sky, but the strong winds carrying sand and gravel would turn them into bloody mud halfway there.

Soon, the dark cloud drifted at an extremely fast speed over southern France and northern Italy before gradually slowing down, and Mount Olympus was already in sight.

On Mount Olympus, chaos reigned.

Zeus suddenly stood up from his throne and gazed silently to the northwest.

"Go and fetch that thing, and then you may go—go south, across the Mediterranean, to Egypt." He gave His command.

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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