Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"What other defensive magic is on this tower?" Marx couldn't help but think.

But obviously, the next moment he found himself guessing wrong.

The group of Dragons approached the tower again, and when the head moved toward the side, it began to dive. However, under the tower, hundreds of slender red beams suddenly appeared. They looked quite dense and neatly spurted in the paradise to the Dragon group in midair, drawing a path of scarlet in the air. Arc.

For a time, the Dragons began to evade in a panic, but the number of magic beams was too much, and the intensity was not the same, and they could not escape. The dozens of dragons are like falling dumplings, falling down one by one, squatting in the woods on the island.

After a while, they flew back again, and glanced at the red aura that gathered around the tower, and left.

Marx was busy rushing out to the tower and immediately saw the little silhouettes on the ground.

"The elf?" Marx is really startled this time. "It's hard to imagine how the ancient wizards were conquering these elves... I remember some ancient books mentioned that the number of elves at the time was quite large! ”

For those who are blessed with magical creatures, using innate talent is almost as easy as eating. It's no wonder that every war initiated by those intelligent creatures will make the magic circle a big turmoil.

"And not mentioning the state of house elf, the ancient wizard was able to completely conquer this creature, the magic power can be really desirable! Compared to the current curse of more life, the difference is really... ..."

Marx looked at the cheering of the elves below, but the heart raised the desire for a powerful ancient magic.

He is not for anything else, just want to see for himself, what is the mystery of the ancient magic - this is completely a theoretical researcher's mentality.

It must be said that after Marx got the volume of truth, his desire to explore Magical Theory is rising rapidly. Although he was originally interested in magic, this growing desire is faintly revealing.

However, this anomaly is not obvious, even with Marx's alertness, it has not been found.

After the elves repelled the incoming Dragon, they screamed for a disapparation and left. Marx looked back and looked at the black tea on the table. When he thought about it, he took a drink and took a sip.

The tea is warm and the taste is quite good. Unfortunately, he has no research on black tea. The right is to quench his thirst, and he will drink it soon.

“Do you want to taste it? It tastes good.” Marx looked back and looked at Wynie, who was still standing by the window.

After a break, Marx saw the group of elves not returning, and decided to continue searching for other rooms.

Just, or if the muggle wizards always complain that the architecture of the wizard is mostly unreasonable!

The rooms on the third floor are surprisingly large and most are used as laboratory. In addition to a large number of bottles and cans, there is almost no useful thing. Even the potion bottles on the closet are mostly empty, just neatly discharged there.

Some rooms are surprisingly empty, and it seems to have cast a magic like Extension Charm inside, and there is nothing in the room, it looks a little empty and strange.

There is a room on the third floor that is especially different.

It seems to be just a very small dinning hall, but Marx immediately found out what was special about it - this is a room that has been cast a strange spell.

Although he and Wynie can walk around with them, nothing can be touched by them. When you reach out, you will only wear it where it should be physically, as if everything here is just an illusion. This made Marx have to think about what it means.

“It seems to be here,” Marx thought. “Just, what secrets are there?”

He and Wynie strolled around here for two laps without any gains. Even if he sees something of value, if it is not touched, what is the use?

"what?"

Suddenly, Marx felt something was wrong.

The space around... No, the items around are changing! Whether it is the dinning table, the chair or the surrounding closet, or even the blank portrait hanging on the wall, it is gradually distorted. The magnitude of the distortion is not too large, but everything has been slightly deformed.

Seeing this strange, Marx couldn't help but frown. When he was about to take out the wand to test it, the surroundings changed again!

This time the movement is not small.

I saw the surrounding, with Marx and Wynie as the center, there were a lot of text symbols! They appeared out of space in this dinning hall, bursting with a touch of golden dazzling light, and they kept spinning around them.

If you leave the situation behind, the scene looks very wonderful.

What surprised Marx was that unlike the rule rune on the volume of truth, he basically saw those symbols.

Just before, in order to analyze the rule rune on the volume of truth, he almost rummaged through various ancient dictionary entries. Some are magic circles that are widely circulated, and some are non-magic articles from the archaeological world of muggle.

Nowadays, he can even distinguish from the surrounding words, which are derived from the hieroglyphics of ancient Egypt, and which are the cuneiforms of Sumer...

The one closest to him is undoubtedly the 22 Phoenician character floating in front of him.

They are a symbolic text recorded in the muggle world, and it is said that the origin of the European alphabet. According to the muggle archaeologists, it was the Phoenician merchants who created them in 1000 BC.

"What does this mean?" Marx looked around all around and had no idea.

Even if there is no clue, he gradually understands that this may be another puzzle left by Rowena. The Bronze Kitty said that this is for him to come over and take something, and the breakthrough mouth is obviously in front of him.

A little bit past, Marx stood up and sat, with more notebooks and quill on hand. He seems to be fascinated by writing and drawing on paper. Obviously, he has entered the state of research.

Wynie on the side looks calm.

Although she was also attracted to the attention of those wonderful symbols for a while, it was not long before she moved her sight to Marx. She sat quietly on the floor, watching Marx screaming.

No one knows what she is thinking, maybe she doesn't think about anything, just sitting alone in a daze.

In this dreamlike space, time seems to have become meaningless. For a time, it was surprisingly quiet, only the sound of rustling from Marx from time to time proved that there are still living people here.

The sky outside is getting darker, and the afternoon is quietly passing. In the dimly lit room, there are only a lot of symbols left floating in the air, emitting a faint glow.

Soon, Marx stopped his movements, and he took out a bottle of condensed sand and shook it. A soft white rays of light burst out of the bottle, and the whole room was as white.

This is an improved version of the shimmering sand he used in the Whomping Willow tunnel. Although it is still a slightly prepared material, the brightness and continuity are greatly increased. It's just that the added material of this stuff is a bit expensive, such as Marx, which is not willing to use more, after all, the number of uses is limited.

He set aside the bottle with condensed sand, then turned and took some food out of the suitcase and handed it to Wynie.

"Give, hungry?" Marx laughed. "Not good, I thought it was easy to forget the time when I started studying. If you are sleepy, I have a sleeping bag here."

Wynie took the food and looked at it. It was some cake bought in Italy and it looked quite refined. Her brief remark peeled off the packaging and ate it.

Marx saw that she didn't seem to want to talk. She had to take the sleeping bag out and lay it flat on the floor.

Wynie ate the cake in her hand and shook her head and refused the second one that Marx handed over. Then she moved her ass and sat on her sleeping bag, seemingly ready to continue to be in a daze.

“Don't you do something else?” Marx asked. “You can continue to see the medicinal herb I have given you.”

Wynie gave a little bit of nodded, but it didn't move.

“What's wrong?” Marx was curious.

“Mother said that I need to rest after dinner,” Wynie said quietly.

Marx's expression looked at her in a subtle way, and secretly sighed herself.

He stuffed the cake in his hand into his mouth, and then clap his hands, and then he turned his attention back to his notebook.

As the research progressed, he finally found a clue in the order in which a large number of symbols were arranged. He found that the 22 Phoenician character closest to him had a variety of connections with other ancient texts around his character. But if you think about it further, the connection becomes plausible.

"According to the muggle's testimony, the Phoenician character is a summary of hieroglyphics and cuneiforms. The link between this is as it should be by rights. But..."

"Is it true that this 22 Phoenician character is not the original?" Marx is tightly frowns, and the gear called thinking is spinning rapidly in his mind. "Since this is Rowena's holder for the roll of truth." The next puzzle, that is to say..."

Marx paused, then suddenly smacked his head and brought up quill again.

In contrast to the various characters in front of him, he began to try to compare and restore the 22 Phoenician characters in front of him according to his own understanding.