Chapter 181 The Savior's Ritual

To Bagir's surprise, Voldemort, written by Kobayashi Masaru and pronounced as Dark Lord, did not resist.

Why is he so cowardly? Is it because Ravenclaw's wisdom makes him think twice?

Also, that Manstein was not targeted like An Feng and other female students who went to school honestly.

He seems to be the real reappearance of Grindelwald, and his words and deeds are full of bewitching charm.

Plus, following Dumbledore all day long, no one would bother him.

The time soon came to Saturday.

Bajir rarely wakes up early since he can control his body and sleep normally as a human.

Outside the window, a thin layer of mist enveloped the pink and light gold sky.

There were loud calls of birds outside.

Reason quickly broke into the room accompanied by heavy footsteps.

It was a tall and sturdy sixth grader-Oliver Wood.

He also has an identity - Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.

After seeing Bagir, he just nodded.

Then he walked straight to Harry's bed and started shaking Harry's thin body.

"Wh-what?" Harry said drowsily.

"Quidditch training!" Wood glanced at Bargeer, then lowered his voice, "Get up!"

"Oliver," Harry complained, "it's barely dawn."

But his hand honestly touched the glasses on the bedside table.

He wanted to dawdle, but the glasses were in his hand in an instant, as if his hand had magnetism.

Although Wood's voice was low, it could not suppress the enthusiasm inside, "As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm."

"Look at Granger? He must have gotten first place in his grade just because he got up so early."

"We also need to start training before other teams start training!"

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Harry wanted to say that at this time, based on Draco's diligence last year, he might have already been training.

But he was still confused when he just woke up. He only had this vague concept in his brain and could not completely transform it into language.

I can only continue to listen to Wood's speech.

"We want to be first this year!"

"Hurry up, take your broomstick and follow me."

Harry yawned, shivering slightly, and climbed out of bed.

He took the uniform handed to him by Wood.

During these moments of hesitation, Wood even helped him find a broom.

"Okay guys," Wood said, "see you on the court in a quarter of an hour."

Harry nodded and put on his bright red uniform and his cloak to protect him from the cold.

"Good morning." He greeted Bajir at the window and rubbed his eyes.

He suspected that his mind might not be fully awake yet.

Bagir's hand was empty a second ago, but after he said hello, there was a cup of pearl milk tea in his hand.

What's even stranger is that Bagir himself seems to be glowing, and there are countless faint shouts all around him.

Arthur? Is it because of that holy sword?

He didn't have time to think about it, so he just said hastily, "Tell Ron, I'm going to train."

He walked along the spiral staircase to the lounge, carrying his Nimbus 2000 on his shoulder.

As soon as he reached the hole behind the portrait, there was a sudden patter of footsteps behind him.

Colin Creevey ran down the stairs, the camera swinging wildly around his neck and something clutched in his hand.

"Harry! I heard someone calling your name on the stairs. Look what I brought! The photos are developed and I want you to see-"

Harry stared blankly at the picture Colin waved at him.

A black and white, animated Draco was tugging at an arm that Harry recognized as his own.

Then Ron squeezed in next to him.

He grabbed his other arm.

He fought hard, but in the end he had no choice but to take a photo with Draco and Ron.

Force a smile.

In front of the bed in the dormitory, Bagir also smiled.

He took back the [Dragon Knight] currently in his pocket.

As one of the discarded cards, Harry is just an elite Auror even if the world line develops normally.

For Bagir, it was too wasteful.

Harry Potter, who turned the fragments of Voldemort's soul into potential and had the magic of love attached to every drop of his blood and soul, should have a stronger future and be more useful to Bagir.

Today is the beginning of Harry's new future.

He needs to do it himself.

While drinking milk tea, Bagir's fingertips shimmered.

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Wizards' magic was initially disorganized.

The inheritance of magic cannot be learned through just a spell like it is now.

They often need to follow the creator's mental journey, travel notes, feel, and repeat, and they are likely to fail.

Until the discovery of magic circles, magic texts, and magic structures changed these.

Some more perceptive wizards have found various wonderful patterns on the bodies of magical creatures.

At that time, most of the wizards who had the leisure to study the patterns could actually cast spells without a wand, soundlessly or with spells.

They are all elites among wizards.

In addition, magic theory was the mainstream at that time.

They soon discovered the mystery of the lines. As long as the magic power traveled in the direction of the lines, the corresponding magic phenomenon could be created.

As a result, these lines began to be taken seriously and recorded one by one.

It is also gradually classified according to efficacy.

Wizards found that any of their magic could be displayed with the corresponding magic circle.

The magic circle was born.

The magic of wizards began to be passed down, and young wizards could replicate the magic of their predecessors through magic circles.

And no longer need to learn by chance.

At this stage.

The magic world began to move in two seemingly contradictory directions for the development of magic circles.

One is simplification.

Through complex magic circles, trial and error, find the truly effective nodes.

Because not every young wizard can fully operate the magic power throughout the magic circle.

The magic created by the magic circle is too powerful to be applied to life.

The magic learned through the magic circle will make wizards develop the habit of going all out.

I just want to move the bench, but I find that the whole house is lifted.

Then the magic rune was born.

The second is complexity.

The magic circle of the two-dimensional plane is derived and calculated into a three-dimensional structure.

Some magic cannot be displayed with a single magic circle.

It requires a combination of multiple magic circles.

For example, the zombie drift spell, which is no longer popular now.

It is a combination of the petrification array and the object-moving array.

But at this stage, the magic array is still just a plane structure, but more complex.

The birth of magic words, that is, to more finely split the patterns of wizard magic, so that the three-dimensional magic structure can truly face the world.

Merlin discovered its wonder.

The wizard thought that through my own thinking, the three-dimensional magic structure can perfectly interpret it when it is adapted to its own magic.

After the three-dimensional magic structure is endowed with magic power, it is equivalent to a magical creature except that it has no bones, flesh and soul.

Therefore, as long as the corresponding magic structure is calculated, try to outline it in your mind, and cast the spell through the magic structure.

The spell will come to life.

When the magic power wanders in the structure, it will form a kind of inertia.

If it is named again.

This inertia will be wonderfully preserved in the name.

However, the name here is not only a spell, but also a gesture, and their combination.

So, the wizard has a more efficient learning method.

As long as you recite the spell in the way of the creator of the spell, perfectly reproduce the accent, or make gestures to reproduce every small movement, the corresponding magic will be born in your hands.

It also has a higher destructive power.

If you want to create a storm that sweeps the entire castle in the past, the magic circle and magic structure must be as complex and huge as a castle.

And you have to remember them in your heart and use magic to operate them completely.

But now, you only need to remember the long and difficult spells, and when you cast them, you only need to maintain the output of magic power, wear your throat, and exercise your lung capacity.

So, at this stage, most wizards' magic pursues powerful power.

That is, the ancient magic that modern wizards call often has the disadvantages of long and difficult spells.

But it also makes ancient wizards a walking disaster.

However, this is only what modern wizards think.

In the eyes of ancient wizards, what modern wizards call disasters and war magic is just a compulsory course for every wizard.

There is only one kind of magic that can be called a disaster in their eyes.

The records of that magic have long been destroyed.

Even Dumbledore doesn't know.

Only in ancient magic like Animagus can there be traces of it.

The brewing of potions also has its flavor.

But Bajir learned it from Nick - ritual magic.

The spell can be a 'name', the gesture can be a 'name', what about more complex rituals?

Time, season, number of wizards, dialogue, action, specific items. All kinds of things are combined into a magical 'name'.

If all these are combined, this inertia is terrible.

It can even be regarded as a hypothesis.

Because, this inertia, this 'name' corresponding to the magic structure, is simply impossible for the human brain to calculate.

It requires generations of wizards to go forward one after another, take it as a life goal, and achieve it throughout their lives.

But for Bajir, there is a shortcut.

He does not need to calculate, nor does he need to organize rituals.

The prophecy of the savior is a natural ritual.

The perfect demon king is exceptional because of a baby.

His own essence is injected into it and melted by the magic of love.

Countless wizards call the name of Harry Potter and devoutly believe that he is the savior.

Because of Voldemort's belief and choice.

This prophecy began to be promoted.

Although Basil could not digest the power of this ritual.

But he could obtain it through Harry, the core of the ritual.

After all, Harry was his knight.

All Basil had to do was to materialize the power of the ritual.

Turn this inertia into power and inject it into Harry's body.

The impact of digestion inertia can also be resolved by the inertia of fate, that is, the plot.

Basil, who has a photographic memory and a graphic memory, opened "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" with a sense of ritual and came to Chapter 7 [Mudblood and Drizzle].

In this world, only Ariana and he knew the original fate in such detail.

"Hermione is not here. Need to replace [Mudblood], um. Colin Creevey?"

"The discriminator can no longer be Draco. This is not a problem. There are many in Slytherin."

"Ron spits worms? Someone in Gryffindor can be injured instead."

"That's enough, it's enough to resist the impact of digestion inertia."

In front of the dormitory window, Bajir tapped the air with his index finger.

Everything he had changed temporarily avoided the Quidditch pitch where the plot took place.

Cedric, who joined the Quidditch team early last year and had already changed into a khaki uniform, suddenly chose to put down his broom.

A few foreign students who were curious to watch Quidditch also chose to return to the lounge.

Invisible cobwebs spread from Harry's body to everyone he met.

The "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" in Bagir's hand began to glow.

The deviated trajectory begins to be reversed.

In the locker room.

Fred and George, who had gone to bed early last night, were suddenly swept away by sleepiness. Their eye circles began to swell and their hair automatically became disheveled.

Alia Spinnet, who had a lot to say, leaned against the wall and dozed off.

Wood began to talk about his new tactics.

However, it wasn't until he finished speaking that he realized that everyone in the locker room except him had fallen into a baby-like sleep.

"Look, guys," Wood said grimly, "we should have won the Quidditch trophy last year. We were significantly better than the other teams, and unfortunately, due to some circumstances beyond our control..."

Harry was a little confused, didn't we already win the trophy last year?

However, the next second, these doubts receded like the tide.

It was replaced by unfounded shame.

It seemed that the game was lost because of him.

With this mood, Harry and others walked out of the locker room with Wood's encouragement.

The sun has risen very high, but there is still some residual fog floating on the lawn of the stadium.

When Harry walked into the stadium, he found Ron and Colin sitting in the stands.

When did they become so close?

Harry was confused.

But his thoughts inexplicably turned to the bread and jam in Ron's hand.

The boredom towards Colin was replaced by a strange intimacy.

What's even more strange is that after the official training, faced with Colin's shutter, Wood didn't reject it at all.

The sound of shutters that sounded one after another, which made Harry a little annoyed, was regarded by Wood and others as an existence like air.

"What's going on?" Wood flew to Harry's side and asked with a frown, "Why are you so distracted all the time?" "

"Are you still sleepy?"

"It's not because Harry is sleepy," said George.

"How do you know?" Wood asked testily.

"Look there, Harry is flying the highest. He may have noticed it already." George pointed down and said.

Several people in green robes walked into the stadium, holding broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it!" Wood said in an indignant voice, "I reserved the course today! We want to see it!"

The next second, Wood, Fred, and George rushed to the ground.

Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, stood in front of his players.

The two soon started arguing.

Flint took out the note approved by Snape and said he wanted to train new members.

Harry didn't land.

He looked suspiciously at Draco, who was lined up at the end of the Slytherin team. When did his hairstyle change?

He became a fat man with a big back again.

And new members?

Are they hiding behind the wall, Crabbe and Goyle, who are also wearing green uniforms?

Since when does a team need 9 players?