Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Put down your wand and surrender."

Percival said calmly.

"Avada Kedavra!"

He was answered with several Killing Curses.

The Killing Curse was completely blocked by the stone wall built by Charles. Percival's eyes became sharp, and he pointed his wand at one of the Salamanders who released the Killing Curse.

A silver light shot out from the magic wand and directly pierced through the chest of the Fire Snake Party member. The Fire Snake Party member suddenly collapsed to the ground and died.

"Sen, Niofor!"

Charles shouted while casting spells, and the remaining man and woman also raised their wands to clean up the remaining members of the Salamander Party.

The wailing of the Fire Snakes gradually faded away, and the surrounding scenery dissipated like smoke. Ethan felt that he was spinning and falling, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery around him solidified again, and it was the edge of a cliff.

Four people passed by Ethan, they were Percival and others.

Percival came to the edge of the cliff and looked at the scenery below, his eyes filled with sadness.

"These are all done by the Fire Snake Party..."

Ethan also came to the edge of the cliff and followed Percival to look down at the scene below the cliff.

Below the cliff was a dilapidated little village with dilapidated houses, most of which had collapsed. Many of them had been burnt black and were emitting thick smoke.

All the trees in the village have been broken, and the land in the farmland nearby has dried up and cracked. There are a few crops planted here and there, but they have all been trampled to the ground.

There is a well in the center of the village. Two children, a boy and a girl, are standing beside the well. The boy is leaning on a crutch and coughing constantly. The girl is lying beside the well, looking at the empty well, and throwing the bucket with a rope in her hand into the well.

A man walked out of the shabby house next door, came to the girl, leaned down, patted the girl's shoulder and said something. The girl loosened the rope in her hand, threw herself into the man's arms, sobbing.

Even though he knew it was just a memory, Ethan's heart was still gripped tightly.

Percival exchanged glances with the three people behind him, drew out his wand and pointed it at the sky. A stream of silver-white magic energy shot out from the wand like a rocket towards the clouds in the sky. In an instant, the sky was overcast and heavy rain poured down, extinguishing the houses with embers burning and moistening every inch of land in the village.

A man and a woman next to Percival waved their wands, and the tips of the wands emitted a dazzling silver light. As the wands were waved, the collapsed houses were restored to their original state, new buds sprouted on the broken trees, and the crops in the fields stood upright again.

Another magical energy shot from Charles's wand toward the earth, and the light blue wave spread from the point of entry to the entire village. Wherever the wave reached, green grass spread, flowers bloomed, and the barren land gradually became full of vitality.

The little girl beside the well supported the little boy on crutches, looked up at this miraculous scene, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Percival's frown gradually relaxed, he looked at his companions and smiled, then drew a silver-white light curtain with his wand.

The scenery in front of him dissipated like smoke again, and after a brief darkness, Ethan came to an antique room.

Percival and the other three were standing or sitting beside the chairs in the room, discussing something. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the four of them turned their heads towards Ethan.

Ethan stepped aside and turned to look behind him. A girl about fourteen or fifteen years old walked in from the door and asked the four people in the room in a slightly reserved tone.

"Is it me you wish to see, President Fitzgerald? And Professor Rackham?"

Percival nodded to the girl, "Yes, Miss Isidora Morgana, please come in."

The girl walked into the room and greeted several people: "Professor Rookwood, Professor Bakar, hello."

The female among the four asked, "Are you getting used to life at Hogwarts, Miss Morgana?"

"You've adapted very well, Principal Fitzgerald." The girl smiled.

"Then I feel relieved. You know, we have always been concerned about you since your unusual behavior began in the fourth grade." Principal Fitzgerald smiled back at Isidora.

"Coincidentally, I joined Hogwarts in my fourth year, just like you. I have never heard of such an exception except you and me." Percival walked to Isidora with his hands behind his back, smiling.

Charles, who was sitting on a chair nearby, turned to look at Isidora with a serious face: "Let's get back to the point, Ms. Morgana. When we talked after class yesterday, you mentioned to me the beautiful vortex that appeared in the sky when we visited your village a few years ago."

"Yes, I recognized you quickly. I am so grateful for everything you have done." Isidora lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers, looking a little uneasy.

"We're happy to help." Principal Fitzgerald raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I did see vortices of magic that day, everywhere. My father insisted that I had an overactive imagination, but I insist that they were real." Isidora looked up, recalling the scene that day.

"That's right, Miss Morgana. It's not just a figment of your imagination," said Principal Fitzgerald. "Percival, or Professor Rackham, can see them, but we never knew anyone else who could do that."

"I... don't understand, what are those whirlpools?"

"Ancient magic," Professor Percival Rackham replied.

Chapter 23 Ding, your plug-in has arrived

"It's ancient magic," Percival said. "It's a very special kind of magic. When someone uses it, it will leave a 'trace' similar to the whirlpool you mentioned."

"Ancient... magic?" Isidora repeated Percival's words, very confused.

"Few people can use it, let alone see its trace." The last of the four said, "And Hogwarts itself is a stronghold of ancient magic."

"Well, Professor Bakar. If I can see its trace, does that mean I can use it?" the girl asked Professor Bakar, her eyes full of excitement.

"Of course, Miss Morgana." Percival nodded, "But you will need to receive formal training first."

"Focus on the present, Miss Morgana," Professor Bakar reminded, "Don't let yourself go too far."

"Before practicing this kind of magic, I think you'd better master all the knowledge you can learn from Hogwarts." Percival said, "Laying a solid foundation is the most important thing."

"If such a powerful force falls into the hands of the wrong people, it will cause great damage. It must be controlled by only a few people." Principal Fitzgerald warned, "So, we hope that you will not tell anyone about what we discussed here today."

"Okay, Headmaster," Isidora said solemnly and left the room.

The scene before his eyes disappeared again, and a dizzy feeling of weightlessness tortured Ethan. When he came to his senses again, he was back in the secret room with the Pensieve.

"This thing...can't it be designed to be less torturous?" Ethan held the edge of the meditation basin, bent over and retched uncontrollably.

There's no way around it. Coming out of the Pensieve feels like driving a tractor at 200 miles an hour, swerving left and right on a muddy country road without a seatbelt.

It doesn't feel so sour at all.

"Um... Professor Percival Rackham, Principal Fitzgerald, Isidora Morgana..."

Ethan wiped the tears from his eyes, stood up and recalled the information he had just memorized.

Hogwarts is actually the stronghold of ancient magic, no wonder this kind of thing would be in the basement of Hogwarts.

There are actually people who know ancient magic. And they are professors and students at Hogwarts.

Then, who are those guys called the Fire Snake Party?

"Well, I have to look up the information carefully when I get back." Ethan weighed the heavy book in his hand, "I hope this book can contain what I want."

The wall opposite the meditation basin turned into a rippling blue light curtain, and one could vaguely see that opposite the light curtain was the circular stone cave below the forbidden books area.

"Sure enough, there are shortcuts back to the city."

Ethan took the book and walked through the light curtain.

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"Hmm, this is the light blade magic I just saw...ah, this is the portal I learned before..."

Ethan slowly climbed up the spiral staircase while flipping through the book in his hand.

This book records in detail many ancient magic usages and learning methods, from cleaning dust to calling the wind and rain, it can be called a one-stop textbook.

No, to be precise, it should be considered a skill list.

Although Ethan could roughly learn the ancient magic used by Percival and others by just looking at it once, it was ultimately just a wild way and could not compare to this systematic and formal teaching.

To give the simplest example, the portal he opened before could only teleport randomly within an approximate range, but if he learned according to the methods recorded in this book, he could go wherever he pointed, with absolute accuracy.

Of course, there are limitations. The portal can only teleport to places you have been to.

On the other hand, there are so many magic spells recorded in this book. If you really regard memory as the only way to learn the moves, it will take a long time.

"No matter what, the magic here is still too shocking. Just in case, try not to show off in front of students and professors."

Ethan looked at the cheat in his hand and made up his mind to keep a low profile in the future.

There's no way around it. Many of the magic spells in the book are at a level that can change the style of painting.

For example, a meter-long magic energy beam condensed at the tip of the magic wand can be used to chop people and break them into two pieces if they are touched. Another example is the ability to release multiple energy blades to slash through the air. There is also the use of magic power to create several phantoms that are exactly the same as yourself and release magic to attack the enemy together, as well as the launch of powerful energy beams to blast the enemy to pieces without leaving any trace.

I can only say that the sense of déjà vu was too strong.

And if he really used these magics on people in the school, he would probably be given a private room in Azkaban that day. The next day, the Ministry of Magic urgently revised the document, expanding the introduction document of the Unforgivable Curses from a piece of paper to a book.

I dare not use it. I dare not use it at all.

"And this book..."

Ethan turned to the last few pages of the book. These pages were a map of the area around Hogwarts with detailed instructions, and the floating traces of ancient magic pointed to a certain place. However, the two most critical pages were torn away, resulting in no way of knowing where the map pointed to and what was there.

"Oh, the main story is stuck again."

Ethan closed the book and sighed.

Lost book pages like these are the hardest to find; you never know where they are, as they might end up in some toilet wastebasket.

Hard to bear.

Ethan went up to the second underground floor of the restricted book area. Facing the debris all over the floor, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Well, it's a good opportunity to try out the new skills I've learned.

No need to face this torture anymore!

Ethan closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and his body emitted a faint white light, slowly floating up into the air. Under the control of his mind, his body slowly floated over the dusty table and landed next to the stairs leading to the basement.

"It's convenient...but it costs too much money."

Ethan held onto the handrail of the stairs, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

Although I can float in the air, the precise control of speed and direction consumes a lot of magic power and energy. I only flew such a short distance, but I felt more tired than running ten kilometers, not to mention increasing the speed and flight distance on this basis.

In a sense, it is not as good as a flying broom and can only be used in emergencies.

"Okay, now all that's left is to go back the same way."

Ethan cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and stepped onto the stairs.

As for why they didn't just open the portal, where it would go was still a question. This thing would make too much noise, and if it was opened in the library, Madam Pince might find out; not to mention the marble staircase and the main hall, the portraits and patrolling prefects were not there for nothing, not to mention Filch and Madam Norris; as for opening it in Gryffindor Tower, if there was a student who got up early or stayed up late, everyone would be seen.

Not to mention whether it can be opened or not, the magic barrier of Hogwarts Castle might block it, so you'd better go back honestly.

Chapter 24 Have you ever seen Hogwarts at four in the morning?

The way home is smooth.

There were no patrolling prefects in the main hall anymore, so Ethan effortlessly walked from the main hall to the corridor leading to the marble staircase. Turning his head to look out the window, he could still see the faint dawn in the eastern sky.

He was out for the whole night.

Ethan returned to the corridor on the eighth floor of Gryffindor Tower. There were no more portraits of him acting as a surveillance camera. So he removed the Disillusionment Spell on himself, turned the corner, and swaggered towards the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Where have you been?"

The Fat Lady had now returned to the frame and was standing in the middle of it, asking.

"I'm going for morning exercise. I was half asleep this morning. Look, I'm wearing the wrong clothes. I came back to change."

Ethan opened his arms, showing the Fat Lady his robe, and chattered without changing his expression or heartbeat.

The Fat Lady looked at Ethan, who looked harmless, for a while, sighed, and said, "Password?"

"Pig snout."

The Fat Lady nodded.

"Please come in."

The picture frame automatically opened to the side, and Ethan bent over and crawled into the Gryffindor common room through the hole in the wall behind the picture frame.

The common room was still empty, but the fire in the fireplace was still burning. It seemed that the Hogwarts house-elves had already refilled the fire with wood.

The other four people in the dormitory were still sleeping soundly in their beds. Ethan gently opened the door, tiptoed to the end of his bed, and stuffed the ancient magic textbook into the bottom layer of his suitcase.

This book must be hidden, and Harry and the others must not see it. Leaking the secret is secondary, it would be bad if Harry and the others blindly followed what was in this book and caused an accident.

Ethan took his sportswear, sat on the bed, changed his clothes quietly, closed the door and went out.

The Hogwarts Quidditch pitch is an oval grass field about 150 meters long and 50 meters wide, surrounded by a circle of high walls, with the top of the wall as the spectator stand area. After all, Quidditch is a sport played in the air, and it is more convenient for the audience to watch the whole game in mid-air.

But for Ethan, none of this matters. The biggest use of the Quidditch field to him at this stage is that the circle outside the high wall is exactly 400 meters, and the road surface is solid, which is perfect for running laps.

Ethan came to the gate of the stadium, stretching and clearing his mind. It was a bit confusing to see what he saw in the meditation basin. If he kept thinking about it, he would only get himself into trouble. He simply stopped thinking too much and did something else to change his mind, such as running 5 kilometers.

Having said that, Ethan was still thinking about Percival and the others in his mind as he ran around the Quidditch field.

Percival and his friends are all professors at Hogwarts, and Isidora is their student... and there is also the Salamanders. I always feel that the name of the Salamanders is very familiar...