The years of welding at Hogwarts

Without having to divert his attention to controlling the fire phoenix in the sky, Noah was able to free his hands to cast a transformation spell on the surrounding ground, and used sealing magic to firmly control the body of the hive.

With his five open claws, Noah locked onto Hive's bald head as if dunking a basketball, and began to search Hive's memory in a more violent way.

After a lot of painstaking effort, Noah finally read what he wanted to know from a large fragmented memory.

"Sure enough, it's Godric Gryffindor..."

The lake beside the towering snow-capped mountain reflected ripples under the sunlight. Four figures, whose faces were blurred but whose identities were vaguely recognizable, were standing on the top of the mountain.

"Have you thought about the name of the school we are going to build in the future?"

The person who spoke was one of the figures wearing sky blue robes. After hearing what Rowena Ravenclaw said, Slytherin, who was still a sunny and cheerful boy at that time, stared at the leaves in his hand in a daze.

After a moment, he raised the green leaf in his hand, placed it in front of his eyes, and looked at the flat land below the mountain through the hole in the green leaf.

For some reason, Slytherin always felt that there was a subtle force pushing him to say a certain name.

"Huo..."

"Hogwarts?" Hufflepuff smiled. "Rowena, didn't you dream a while ago that you followed a wild boar and finally came to a cliff next to a big lake and built a school here?"

The memory of the four founders building Hogwarts was interrupted at this moment. Countless broken images flashed forward rapidly, and soon Noah saw another memory.

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in that familiar office, although the decoration is very different from now a thousand years later, you can still tell where this place is at a glance.

"Only wizards of pure-blood are eligible to study at Hogwarts! Only by doing this can we ensure that there will be no undercover agents of the Purifiers among our students!"

"But if that happens, I wonder how many innocent students from commoner backgrounds will lose the way to learn magic, and will eventually be forced to suppress their own magical abilities. They will either become Obscurus under long-term oppression, or be killed by those witch hunters!"

Noah silently watched the quarrel between the two people in the principal's office as a bystander.

In response to Gryffindor's anger, Slytherin just looked calm, folded his hands together to support his chin, and said, "Unless you agree to my judgment on every person who makes progress,

I will stick to my opinion unless you can't get a student into Hogwarts to perform Legilimency."

Gryffindor angrily slapped the table in front of Slytherin, breaking it into a pile of oddly shaped pieces. "Sniffing into students' memories at will is an act that is absolutely not allowed!"

Although Slytherin lost the support of the table, his body did not shake at all. He just silently lowered his hands that were originally on the table, and looked at Gryffindor with no emotion in his eyes.

"I have to consider the safety of Hogwarts. Any potential risk that threatens Hogwarts is also what I have to avoid as the headmaster of Hogwarts."

The only response from Slytherin was the bang of the door slamming loudly as Gryffindor stormed out.

"boom!"

And the fading voice of Gryffindor, "Salazar! You will regret this!"

"Godric! I'm the headmaster!"

For some reason, Noah, as a bystander, always felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The memory scene came to an abrupt end again as Gryffindor slammed the door. Noah moved his hands in the air as if he was dragging the progress bar of a video.

When the picture became clear again, the environment in front of me had turned into an open wasteland. A bright full moon hung high in the night sky, coating the entire earth with a layer of silver luster.

"When the moonlight falls on my face..."

"I think I have changed..."

Looking at the two people standing opposite each other in the distance, a familiar melody naturally played in Noah's mind.

The eyes of Slytherin and Gryffindor intertwined in the air, and the space between them was even slightly distorted due to the fierce confrontation of momentum.

"Godric!"

"Salazar!"

Two rays of light, one red and one green, shot out from the tips of their respective staffs as they roared, and collided with each other in an instant. A spherical transparent air wave suddenly burst out from the center of the magical collision, and the aftermath of the dissipated energy alone scraped off a very deep layer of the ground in an instant.

The dust that was raised even floated hundreds of meters into the sky under this earth-shaking impact. When everything settled down, the wasteland where the two were located had completely changed.

The originally flat wilderness has become full of dark and deep cracks. The place where the two were originally standing has directly changed from a plain to a rift valley. A river flows through the rift valley and becomes a waterfall at the end of the section.

The surrounding mountain walls were full of shocking cracks, the rocks were crumbling, and debris was constantly rolling down from them.

Scattered raindrops fell from the sparse dark clouds in the night sky, hitting the flowing river and splashing ripples.

All memories about Hogwarts and Gryffindor completely stopped at this moment, and the world around him was like someone had suddenly turned off the lights, and the next frame of vision became a deep, impenetrable darkness.

When Noah came to his senses again, he found that his consciousness had returned to this mysterious underground palace.

"Did you lose the duel with Slytherin and be exiled to this place..."

Perhaps it was because he was seriously injured and had little strength to resist, or it might be because he could not get any replenishment in this desolate place and his strength was exhausted by the hive.

But no matter what the process was, Gryffindor ultimately ended up being swallowed by the hive.

However, Hive seemed to have underestimated the spiritual power of a legendary wizard-level being, and the wills of the two men fought fiercely during this extremely long thousand years.

Even now, when Noah accidentally drifted here, Hive and Gryffindor have not yet decided the final winner in this long tug-of-war.

It is precisely because of this reason that the Hive's thoughts have become disordered and its memories have been erased a lot.

Chapter 328 Mysterious Altar and Coffin

Looking at the Hive in front of him, which was completely frozen and whose eyes were even duller than when it stared into the darkness in a daze, Noah slowly withdrew his hand from its forehead.

Now he couldn't be sure whether it was the Hive that successfully took over Gryffindor's body, or Gryffindor used his mental power that far surpassed the Hive to expel the Hive's consciousness and successfully achieve reverse possession.

Due to the particularity of the hive consciousness, Noah had no good way to confirm this fact for a while.

The beehive does not have a soul in the actual sense, and he cannot slap the soul of the beehive out of its body to check which side the other party's soul belongs to.

Other spiritual magics also have little effect on the hive.

It would be too careless to allow the hive to act freely without figuring out who is currently in charge of its consciousness.

Many times, 99% of failures are caused by overconfidence in oneself.

Not to mention that if one day I find a way to return to the main world, without confirming whether the hive is playing a disguise with me, I will bring it back to Hogwarts...

What if this is done?

Such a big mess would be a lot of fun.

"Just stay here quietly for now..."

As Noah spoke, he was searching through his storage space, and soon found the item he was looking for.

A basilisk head that has been beautifully preserved by magic.

It came from the basilisk that Noah had chopped off on the Quidditch field before.

God knows how long this thing has been in his storage space. Noah, whose ancestors have been farmers for three generations and are tired of poverty, feels like an old scavenger. He wants to put anything of value into his pocket.

The result is that his current portable storage space is a bit like a smaller version of the Room of Requirement, with everything in it piled together in a chaotic manner.

When the snake head was taken out of its storage space, the deadly smell, like canned herring left to rot in a hot and humid environment for 9981 days, almost made Noah pass out.

He pinched his nose in disgust and used a levitation spell to keep the basilisk's head at a certain distance from himself.

"It's been preserved with magic, why does it still stink so bad?"

Fortunately, although he was usually too lazy to clean up his storage space, his storage space was roughly classified. There were different spaces for food and clothes, so he was not worried that the smell from the basilisk's head would contaminate the food he carried.

The basilisk's head was pointed at the hive, and a complex magic circle took shape in front of the basilisk's head.

As Noah poured magic power into the basilisk's head, its terrifying vertical pupils, which were emitting cold-blooded fluctuations, suddenly shone brightly with the support of this tremendous magic power.

Two extremely solid and thick beams of light pierced through the magic circle in an instant. Under the amplifying effect of the magic circle, the two substantial gazes directly enveloped the entire body of the hive.

The special body structure of the Hive makes it immune to the ability of aliens with petrifying eyes, but faced with a death gaze that has been strengthened countless times, its fate is to be completely reduced to a stone statue.

Looking at the mysterious underground palace still standing quietly in the distance, Noah finally has time to explore this haunted place after being in it for so long.

But what Noah did not notice was that just as he turned and walked towards the mysterious altar in the distance, the stone statue that remained in a half-kneeling posture suddenly developed a crack.

……

Walking around the outermost layer of the altar, Noah carefully observed every inscription engraved on the surface. Those abstract characters were different from any ancient language Noah had learned when he was practicing in Kamar-Taj.

Furthermore, from a magical perspective, these inscriptions do not seem to be able to form any magical pathways and have absolutely nothing to do with magic.

On the contrary, it may be better explained from a scientific perspective.

Rather than saying that these abstract inscriptions are words that he cannot understand, it is better to say that these are actually graffiti with certain logical rules, just like...

What might this mysterious mural express?

The ancestral hive of the Inhumans, the mysterious altar deep underground, the incomprehensible words and abstract murals...

Putting these bits and pieces of information together, Noah couldn't help but think of the name of a civilization -

Kree Empire.

One of the most powerful interstellar civilizations in the Marvel Universe, its home planet is located on Hala in the Large Magellanic Cloud. It is known as one of the three major empires in the Marvel Universe along with the Skrull Empire and the Shi'ar Empire.

The origin of the Inhumans also stems from a visit to Earth by the Kree.

At that time, the Kree Empire was at war with the Skrulls. Due to their needs for war, the Kree conducted a series of transformation experiments on the ancient Homo sapiens on Earth. Their purpose was to create a powerful mutant soldier for the battlefield at that time.

And Hive is the first alien they created.

After the Hive, with the help of a special mineral called Terrigen Crystal, a large group of Inhumans with extraordinary abilities were created one after another by the Kree. This race based on genetic mutation was later called the Inhumans.

It’s just that for some unknown reason, after the experiment was successful, the Kree took the initiative to abandon the idea of ​​using Inhumans as weapons of war and left the Earth directly.

Taking his eyes away from those meaningless lines, Noah looked at the main road in front of him that led directly to the deepest part of the building. After piecing together the above information, he always felt that this ghost place was very much like the temple where the alien activated his abilities.

But as he went deeper, Noah looked at the countless rooms and passages on both sides of the main road, and the more he felt that this place was more like an altar built by a mutant for himself than a temple of the Inhumans.

Mutants, Inhumans, the truth here is becoming more and more confusing.

There was no intention of leaving the main road to explore other places. Apart from this main road that led directly to the deepest part of the altar, the terrain in other places was too complex and changeable.

Noah didn't want to waste too much time on these things.

When Noah climbed up the stairs step by step to the highest level of the altar, he saw

What Noah saw was an enormous bronze coffin placed on an equally huge stone dais.

Like the surface of the altar, the stone coffin platform is also engraved with patterns of unknown meaning.

"Coffin?"

I just don't know whose body is parked here.

If he could make the ancestor of the Inhumans, no, even Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, keep vigil for himself in this underground palace, then this guy must be an extraordinary person.

If the disgusting thing of having Gryffindors hold wake was not deliberately designed by old Salazar Slytherin, then the person who could have such an honor...

Sorry, Noah really can’t guess.

A true warrior is someone who dares to make a different kind of death in all kinds of strange environments. Unable to guess the answer to the riddle, Noah raised his foot and was about to walk towards the coffin, but when he was ten meters away from the bronze coffin, he was blocked by an invisible force and could no longer move forward even half a step.

Noah, who didn't believe in evil, took a few steps back. In the blink of an eye, a huge halo formed in his hand. As he threw it forward, it whistled and slashed towards the invisible wall of air.

Clap!

Along with the crisp sound of glass breaking, the eight-point light wheel thrown by Noah shattered into thousands of scattered light points the moment it hit the barrier.

Just when Noah was about to gather all his strength and try to perform a miracle, a sense of warning suddenly emerged from the deepest part of his heart and made him give up this idea. Instead, he turned his magic power into a defensive barrier to protect his body.

A touch of scarlet quietly emerged on the surface of the bronze coffin, and in an instant it enveloped the entire bronze coffin. Then a wisp of magic power separated from it quickly condensed into a huge tentacle with a diameter of half a meter, and rushed towards Noah with a fierce gust of wind.

This process seems long, but in fact it only takes less than a tenth of a second.

Almost at the moment when the magic barrier in front of Noah was formed, tentacles as red as blood lashed the barrier in front of him fiercely.

The barrier that was hastily formed didn't even provide any decent blocking effect. The tentacle containing overwhelming force struck Noah's arm, which he had hastily raised to block his body.

The tremendous impact force engulfed Noah in an instant, just like a metal projectile that had just experienced acceleration in an extremely strong electromagnetic field. A sonic boom cloud exploded on the spot, and Noah flew into the air like a bullet that had just been fired from an electromagnetic weapon, and in just a few seconds he hit the wall of the cave nearly one kilometer away.

Accompanied by an earth-shaking shake, spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly almost at the same time Noah crashed into the wall.

Countless pieces of gravel fell from the air and hit the ground with a crackling sound.

After a long time, the huge human-shaped hole on the wall, which had been silent for a long time, began to move slightly.

Looking at his completely collapsed chest, Noah sighed quietly...

Oh sorry, he couldn't sigh now.

If it weren't for the super recovery ability that the Phoenix bloodline gave me, I would have died on the spot after experiencing such a powerful blow.

Of course, it was precisely because of his super recovery ability, which was only slightly inferior to Wolverine's, that Noah dared to act so recklessly without any scruples.

Otherwise, when he found himself facing an unknown thing, with his caution and steadiness, he would definitely stay away from it without finding out whether it was dangerous.