The days at Hogwarts

"You are right, guest from afar." Daisy put away her smile and turned serious. "To express my apology, I can answer your doubts first."

Professor Flitwick quietly observed the expression of the bar owner. Her eyes reflected the light spots of the kerosene lamp and could not see anything strange. Professor Flitwick nodded and asked thoughtfully, "Since there is a way to There are other exits, ma'am, why don't you leave through it? Or if you're curious about what's to come, why not use that bucket to see for yourself... I just can't imagine repeating the same day a million times."

"Because this is my day, everything is my own choice. What you see now is the consciousness that emerged from endless repetition. I will not exist if I leave here." Daisy replied softly.

"Sounds like a magical portrait." Loren and Hermione nodded in understanding.

Professor Flitwick was reluctantly certain that Ms. Doddridge was not malicious.

"It's my turn to ask, did the Leaky Cauldron still exist in your time, and what was it like?" Daisy looked at a few people nervously.

"It still exists, and it has been expanded even more." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "Although there have been some twists and turns, in the late 17th century...and then in the early 19th century...all wizards were united and through a lot of forgetting The curse changed the entire road plan, allowing the Leaky Cauldron to have a place in the new road plan."

"They hid the Leaky Cauldron from Muggles..." Daisy's expression was complicated. The light reflected in her eyes was slightly scattered, and her eyes seemed to have no focus.

"Madam, madam?" Professor Flitwick looked at her worriedly.

Daisy woke up from her trance and took a deep breath, feeling a little relieved and a little regretful: "My original intention in creating the Leaky Cauldron is to hope that Muggles and wizards can get together, even if they talk about completely unrelated topics. Clink glasses together. Unexpectedly..."

Professor Flitwick and the two young wizards didn't know what to say to comfort the witch. Only then did they suddenly realize -

Lady Daisy Doddridge lived in an era when she founded the Leaky Cauldron, two centuries before the introduction of the Statute of Secrecy. She was one of the lone pioneers in the integration of wizards and Muggles.

"Actually, it's not that there are no Muggles. Before school started last year, my parents, Loren's grandfather, and Hagrid had a very happy chat in the bar." Hermione whispered, trying to give this woman some trivial comfort.

Daisy reluctantly smiled at her, then looked at Professor Flitwick: "I want to hear something about you. After all, you look a little special...especially, you are with two little human wizards. .”

Professor Flitwick frowned. It was not the first time for him, who had half-elf blood, to hear similar questions. However, since he was promoted to the legendary duelist master and served at Hogwarts, he has rarely answered similar questions in recent years. .

Seeing that this kind-hearted lady was dejected, Professor Flitwick briefly told his life experience: "...I am now the Professor of Charms at Hogwarts and the Head of Ravenclaw House."

"So, you are just a very rare exception, right?" Daisy said softly.

Professor Flitwick didn't like this description, but couldn't find anything wrong with it, and nodded slowly.

"It sounds like even after hundreds of years, the world is still the same as it was before. Wizards will belong to wizards, Muggles will belong to Muggles, and goblins will go to goblins..." Daisy's tone was heavy and sad, and her speaking speed became faster and faster until the end. There is even a hint of hysteria, "Even because of the so-called "Secrecy Law", even the encounter between unicorns and humans, stories like Merlin and King Arthur will never be repeated again!"

"Ma'am..." Professor Flitwick looked at her worriedly.

"I'm fine." Daisy shook her head, drank all the mead in the cup, poured herself another cup, and poured it for a few others, "I just, just feel that this world..."

She didn't finish speaking, but Loren and others seemed to understand what she meant. For such an idealist, declaring that her ideals were completely shattered was probably the cruelest thing.

Professor Flitwick raised his glass and clinked it with her, taking a slight sip.

Hermione thought for a while and suddenly said: "Actually, Ms. Doddridge, you don't have to be disappointed. According to the current trend, the wizarding world and the Muggle society will definitely be honest with each other."

"Oh?" Daisy looked at her with interest.

Hermione told her her argument sincerely: "...with the continuous development of science and technology in Muggle society, the scope of activities has become wider and wider. In the past century, more and more Muggle ideas and technologies have flowed into the wizarding world."

When the girl talked about this, her eyes shone brightly, as if she had already considered these issues: "Not only that, there are also people in the magic world who have realized that the interaction between the two is an inevitable trend... Garrett Green DeVoe and his group of saints are the forerunners. Although their ideas and practices are wrong, our Principal Dumbledore stopped him in time..."

A glimmer of light flashed in Daisy's eyes, but was quickly hidden.

"And later Voldemort, he was able to inspire so much pure-blood support, and a large number of people were aware of this trend. I believe that in the near future, Muggles and wizards will be able to live together in harmony, just like Same in your tavern.”

"What a beautiful vision..." Daisy smiled and raised her glass and clinked the wine glass in front of Hermione. "Little witch, you know, your thoughts are shining. Here's to you and your vision."

Hermione smiled shyly, picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip. She didn't want to say so much.

"Huh..." Daisy breathed out in relief, and all the loneliness and sadness on her face disappeared. She looked at Loren meaningfully, "Okay, now I can finally have a good chat with you, Loren Morgan. gentlemen!"

Loren, Hermione and Professor Flitwick's expressions changed somewhat, and they looked at the bar owner in confusion.

They were convinced that after arriving in this strange place, no information about Loren's name was revealed. Even Professor McGonagall only used their surnames to refer to the two young wizards.

Normally, Ms. Doddridge couldn't even tell which one was Morgan and who was Granger.

Professor Flitwick turned over his hand and picked up his wand, looking at Daisy with a cold face: "How do you know his name?"

"I'm sorry that I can't answer your question now. When you wake up, I'll tell you the answer when I have the chance." Daisy looked at Professor Flitwick and said apologetically.

Professor Flitwick suddenly reacted and looked at the wine glass on the table with a changed expression. His last thought before passing out: If it was Severus, he would be able to taste the potion in the wine.

Hermione also swayed for a while before collapsing on the long table.

Loren barely thought about it. The floating spell rolled up the bodies of Hermione and Professor Flitwick and quickly retreated. He then issued his most familiar spell: "[Thunderbolt Pierce]"

Three red magic beams shot out, but the huge explosion and shock wave that Loren expected did not appear. The three red magic beams froze in front of Daisy, turned around and shot towards the hay roof, passing through the grass. Branch gaps.

A dull explosion sounded, and the curse was probably detonated somewhere outside the bar.

Realizing that the conventional spells were ineffective, Loren held Hermione in his left hand and waved his wand with his right hand, scarlet flames about to spurt out.

Feeling the magic flame that burned everything that was constantly accumulating at the tip of the wand, the corners of Daisy's eyes couldn't stop beating, and she couldn't help but curse in her heart.

Although she didn't know how teaching was done at Hogwarts in later generations, she felt that no matter what era she was placed in, it was outrageous for a third-year wizard to accumulate powerful fire so skillfully.

"Wait!" Daisy shouted quickly, "I don't mean any harm, I let them sleep for a while just to talk to you!"

"Let's talk..." Loren was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and sniffed Hermione's lips, and found that it was indeed the smell of Living Hell Potion. His brows slowly knitted together, showing a puzzled expression.

You worked hard to get rid of McGonagall and Professor Snape, and then worked hard to trick Hermione and Professor Flitwick into drinking medicine and falling into coma. Now you are telling me just to talk to me?

Worried that this was another diversionary strategy, Loren did not stop brewing the fierce fire, but did not release it either. He kept the wand in a state that could be released at any time: "First, tell me clearly who you are and what your purpose is. What the hell is this place?”

Daisy breathed a sigh of relief: "As you can see, I am Daisy Doddridge, the founder of the Leaky Cauldron. This place is indeed a time gap, or a fragment of time and space."

"What do you mean?"

Daisy answered honestly: "I don't know which era, a great wizard cast magic on the entire world. Although the effect of the magic is unclear, the magic caused time and space to vibrate, like waves. On this day It swayed from the long river of time to the shore. It would have slowly returned to its original place, but another group of wizards noticed this change and used the Sands of Time to keep it."

Many thoughts ran through Loren's mind, but there were no substantive guesses. This matter was too unbelievable.

The only thing that is certain is that the female bar owner is the most special existence in this space, and she is wary of Daisy from afar.

Daisy did not continue to introduce this space, but instead said: "Please believe me, Mr. Morgan! If I want to murder you, I can definitely use a more effective method, right?"

Loren was a little hesitant. It was really not an option to continue in such a stalemate now...

Daisy quietly observed the man's expression, and took a few tentative steps forward quietly. After careful inspection and found nothing wrong, he slowly came to Loren and helped him remove the goblin-mixed Professor Flitwick. Moved to the soft haystack nearby.

Daisy moved the long table and stool over and glanced at the little witch in his arms. Daisy wisely did not make any more moves.

Seeing that she didn't make any move during the whole process, Loren slowly relaxed and let Hermione sit on the stool and lie on the long table.

He was silent for half a minute, collected his thoughts, and asked slowly: "Why me? I'm just an ordinary third-grade student. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Let's put this question aside for a while. Let me continue to introduce this strange time and space to you..." Daisy looked at Loren carefully when he answered. Seeing that he did not raise any objection, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "You know A pure-blood family?"

Without waiting for Loren to answer, she said to herself: "The concept of pure blood has been around for a long time, but I think the pure blood I know should be different from the pure blood of your time. Otherwise Merlin would not Will throw those guys in.”

Chapter 350 Older than any history you know

"Merlin?! Those guys!?"

Loren had a hunch that he was going to hear something terrible.

"Thanks to the development of ancient magic..." Daisy paused, considering the age gap between herself and Mr. Morgan, and said in more rigorous terms, "I mean, it is more advanced than the era I lived in. Ancient ancient magic...A long, long time ago, longer than any history you know, some talented wizards had a breakthrough in their lifespan very early, and they defeated the God of Death."

Loren's heart moved: "You mean, they have achieved immortality, and there is more than one such wizard?"

"Perhaps not immortal, but their lives are long enough, but there is indeed more than one..." Daisy slowly told, gradually unraveling the long-dusted history, "Studying magic relied on personal talents and materials. At that time, The Muggles are still in a confused age, and wizards who master magic are their gods."

"Can you imagine that scene? The gods waved their wooden sticks lightly, and the Muggle's body was cut open by invisible sharp blades. Blood spurted out, and all the muscles and organs were exposed... and then they waved lightly. , the blood that fell on the ground flowed back, and the skin and flesh healed in threads."

"Over the long period of thousands of years, the veil of death was gradually lifted... aging, illness, injury... the shackles of the body were violently cut off by magic, the magic in the soul was liberated, and eternal life was achieved..."

Ms. Doddridge talked about history spanning thousands of years in a calm tone. Loren listened quietly, and the conversation he had with Flamel about immortals came to mind——

There are indeed traces of immortals in history. They have traveled the world for a long time and left a few magical descriptions in civilizations around the world. However, after a long time, the traces of these immortal wizards have become a mystery. It seems that they have disappeared before the era when the Four Giants founded Hogwarts.

Now it seems that there seems to be a huge secret hidden in it.

"Where did they go after that? Who destroyed the magic of immortality?" Loren took a breath and looked at Daisy and asked.

The flat peach in Eastern mythology, the golden apple in Greek mythology, the Holy Grail of Jesus, the Fountain of Youth... Why are all these immortal magics left only as legends? Only the despicable Herbo left behind the method of making Horcruxes.

Daisy glanced at Loren deeply. She didn't know whether the person chosen in the prophecy was just curious or thirsty for those methods of eternal life. After a pause for a few seconds, Daisy continued her story: "There are some people After a long time, I felt tired, took the initiative to end my life, and destroyed the magic of immortality... However, completely different from them, there are immortals who uphold another concept. This is what I want to say, initially The origin of pure blood.”

Daisy picked up the cup and took a sip of mead to moisten her throat: "The long life and endless time have allowed some of the immortals to accumulate countless wealth. They have vast lands and countless servants... …However, this did not satisfy them, and instead they became more and more greedy. They wanted to have it all forever, have it all for generations to come. In other words, they wanted to have it all for generations to come.”

"The Immortals classified the magic of immortality as taboo and destroyed it, and then divided the world together. Each piece of land had its own owner - the Immortals... Some became kings and monarchs, some became sacrifices to gods, and some chose to live in seclusion behind the scenes. Do everything.”

"Pure blood? Is there any blood more pure than one's own sons and daughters?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Daisy's face, "They will even combine with their own children, their own grandchildren... even if it is a sheep pen The beasts here can’t have any purer blood than theirs.”

Loren was stunned and speechless.

"...In short, for a few hundred years, the world was in chaos."

Loren took a moment to digest these shocking contents, then came back to his senses and asked, "What happened next?"

He was really curious about what happened next.

According to the current historical process, immortal wizards use the wealth, magic power, and wisdom accumulated over long years to dominate the entire world, and they form a community of interests with each other.

Another group of wizards who were equally powerful as them chose to understand themselves because they had lived enough. They blocked the magic of immortality and prevented the birth of subsequent threats.

If nothing else, he really couldn't think of how this rule could be broken.

"Later, a wizard named Merlin was born."

Daisy said in a voice of infinite longing: "Some say he is a child born from the union of humans and Veela, and some say he has elven blood. In short, his magical talent surpasses everyone in history, surpassing those arrogant and evil ones." Immortal, and growing before they even had time to notice.”

"The prophetic third eye allowed Merlin to see clearly the context of the future world and the truth hidden behind the fog of history... At that time, the Muggle King Vortigern was trying to overthrow the rule of an evil king. As a Muggle, he did not Not knowing that his enemies are just puppets of the Immortal, all his efforts are in vain.”

"Merlin found King Vortigern and cooperated with him... The Immortal was too powerful and too arrogant. He thought that Merlin, like the wizards in the past, would soon disappear into the quiet and magnificent power of history. But Unexpectedly, Merlin would cut off his wings and consume his wealth step by step over three lifetimes."

"It wasn't until the time of King Arthur that Merlin finally had the opportunity to face the Immortal... But as I just said, the Immortal is too powerful and can develop the magic of immortality. He himself is an extremely talented wizard. In addition, His experiences traveling around the world and his hundreds of years of life were enough for him to hone his magic and dueling skills to incredible levels..."

"But he never expected that Merlin would seal a powerful magic in the sword and ask the Muggle monarch King Arthur to assist him... It was not until the last moment of the battle that King Arthur took out the sword from its scabbard. When he took out the sword At that moment, the magic spell released by the sword hit the immortal and ended his long life..."

Daisy's narration suddenly stopped. A meaningful smile appeared on her face and she looked at Loren: "Do you know what that magic is?"

Loren was stunned for a moment, thinking about this problem subconsciously.

Terminating the long life of the Immortal, and asking Ms. Doddridge to specifically bring it up...

Stop life... stop life!

Could it be that……

Loren couldn't help but open his eyes wide, looked at Daisy in disbelief, and exclaimed: "It's an unforgivable death curse!"

When he shouted this sentence, he already had the answer in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel trembling.

In the past, when he was studying black magic, he had also explored the origin of the Unforgivable Curses. Some magic history books and scholars who did not know the truth, and even Flamel, believed that the Unforgivable Curses might have originated from the three Peverell brothers, the owners of the Deathly Hallows.

No one has ever thought that the most unforgivable spell in the magic world actually came from the greatest wizard Merlin!

"There are some differences from the later Death Curse, but it is indeed the origin of the Death Curse." Daisy's eyes showed reverence again. Without waiting for Loren's reaction, she continued, "Merlin and Together, the Muggles overthrew the rule of the Immortals in Britain and established a country without the Immortals. But this was just the beginning. The Forerunner Merlin was like a spring rain after a dry season. With his demonstration and help, Wizards all over the world have launched a wave of resistance."

Daisy pursed her lips, poured herself another glass of mead, and drank it down, her throat gurgling continuously.

It seems to be comforting this hearty victory and the magnificent history.

Loren also felt a little thirsty, so he took the jug and filled himself half a cup. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully, confirming that there was no smell of Living Hell Decoction or any other magic potion, and then he took a small sip.

The entrance is slightly sour, with some spiciness. After swallowing, the sweetness of honey slowly returns, which is somewhat similar to mash rice wine.

Loren put down the cup and asked curiously: "Then, they overthrew the rule of the Immortals and ended their lives?"

"No, they suffered heavy casualties!"

Daisy slammed the wooden wine glass on the long table and made a low muffled sound: "Even a powerful wizard with extraordinary talents like Merlin would have to go through three generations of kings to consume the wealth of the immortals and cut off the wings and claws of the immortals. Finally, with the help of the heroic King Arthur, we were able to catch the immortals off guard. How could those mediocre ordinary wizards be the opponents of the immortal wizards..."

"In the ten years since the war began, the rebels, whether they were Muggles or wizards, were captured, imprisoned, and executed almost without resistance... Blood dyed every river on the land red, and the canyons echoed with the sounds of the rebels. Their wails and the ruler’s cruel smile lingered on the high mountains.”

She did not describe the specific situation, but Loren had a vague guess. Resistance and revolution always involve bloodshed. Muggles and ordinary wizards resisting immortal wizards who have accumulated hundreds of years of experience are about the same as cold weapons resisting Gatling. , a similar scene of resisting Maxim:

"What happened later? Didn't Merlin personally go out to help them?"

"There are six continents and four oceans in this world, but Merlin only has one..."

Daisy shook her head, "Merlin is thinking of ways to overthrow the rule of other immortals, and other immortals are also planning to deal with Merlin."

"In the beginning, the other Immortals invited Merlin to join them and let Merlin replace the Immortal he killed.

But Merlin firmly rejected them, and the more bloody war continued for twenty years. "

"The Immortals want to deal with Merlin, but are afraid of his magic that deprives them of eternal life, so they can only hide behind the scenes and plot conspiracy... But Merlin is proficient in prophecies and changes, and can see through people's hearts to avoid danger in advance. The two sides have been in a stalemate for many years .”

Daisy spoke unhurriedly, showing the ancient hidden picture in this gap in time, and relaying the magnificent history spanning thousands of years to future visitors: "Until a woman named Vivian appeared."

Loren straightened his shoulders slightly, knowing that something wonderful was about to happen.