chsdbacks Chapter 199 involves the prophecy of Vargadu.
Chapter 199 involves the prophecy of Vargadu.
Chapter 199 involves the prophecy of Vargadu.
"Please come in and sit down for a while. I need some more time."
Flitwick rapidly combined and deconstructed existing knowledge in his mind to form entirely new theories.
When Penelope entered, she saw the small professor standing on his desk, with various spells constantly appearing in front of him, combining and simulating in the air. In front of him were parchment and a quill pen that were constantly writing, and long pieces of parchment rolled off the desk and all the way to the door.
Curious, she bent down and picked up the end of the parchment to look at the densely written text on it.
At first glance, she knew that this was not a field she could enter; simply understanding a few words was already an insurmountable challenge.
All she could say was that she knew matter was made up of particles, and that she knew how to cast spells such as the Vanishing Spell, the Disintegrating Spell, and the Summoning Spell.
However, the nature of the spells written by Professor Flitwick was something she could not understand.
Because we want to achieve this, we can extend the scope of the cleavage to a deeper microscopic level.
Because of this desire, the speed of an object subjected to the Flying-Away spell can be increased to the speed of sound, or even several times or tens of times the speed of sound.
Using magic to achieve one's desired goals, without questioning reason or listening to explanations—she seemed to recall that she and Ryan had mentioned in casual conversation that a part of magic is irrational, and all spellcasting mediums and spells are merely man-made constructs of reason.
However, she remembered clearly that Ryan had also said that magic also had a rational part, and that any magical effect required magic power, enough magic power.
The only being who can truly make their thoughts and ideas extremely realistic is God, not a wizard. Wizards still need to be reasoned with.
"How much can you understand?"
Just as Penelope was lost in thought, Flitwick finished his deduction of the current section.
"The professor's derivation manuscript once made me think I didn't understand English at all." Penelope smiled wryly as she came to her senses: "I recognized every word, and I could read every sentence, but I just didn't understand what it meant."
She shared her doubts with Frivi.
Flitwick waved his wand, and the sofa, table, snacks, and tea flew over and landed beside the two of them: "Lane has now reached the same level as me, and what he said to you was true."
A great wizard?
The concept Ryan had mentioned at the first Adventurers' Club gathering resonated in Penelope's mind. Amidst her surprise and delight, she felt a sense of powerlessness. Penelope thought she might never catch up to him on the magical level: "As expected of him."
Seeing the hint of confusion mixed with the smile on Penelope's face, Flitwick didn't know what to say.
He knew all about the romantic entanglements of his best student, Penelope. Penelope's excellence made all the girls who were ambitious for Ryan hesitate, believing that they could never compete with Penelope.
But now the gap between Ryan and Penelope is widening, which is actually making Penelope feel a little powerless. What's going on? — Flitwick said something about scientific research: "What I'm calculating now is actually based on a sufficiently powerful magic. Although there is little progress now, it's just a prototype, but I personally don't think any wizard can release such a spell through their own power."
"To cause matter to disintegrate at the atomic level, allowing mass and energy to be interconverted —"
Frivius was also troubled.
The atmosphere in the Charms professor's office was somber for a moment.
Penelope looked up and said, "I think I'd like to learn from you for a while. I need to improve myself."
Upon waking up in Beauxbatons' office, Ryan noticed some noteworthy intelligence from the day's reports.
The continuation of bloodlines and the eternal existence of spirit transcend the barriers of this world. On the vast grasslands, Waggadu stands tall atop the mountains, dedicated to teaching. Thus, in the valleys, the howling of wolves intimidates all beasts, perhaps foreshadowing the birth of a new totem and the rise of a new tribe.
"The Ouagadou Magic Academy, I remember, is located in the Moon Mountain in Uganda, Africa. It specializes in hand gesture spellcasting, local potions, astronomy, and shapeshifting."
Ryan recalled the information about the eleven magic academies. He was particularly interested in the Vagadou Magic Academy because it was the only magic academy on that vast land.
In fact, some students at the Vagadou Magic Academy are skilled in curse alchemy, which is a continuation of the various curse alchemy techniques passed down from the pharaohs. Their skill level should not be underestimated.
But Lane Welsh, who inherited Nicolas Flamel's mantle, felt that if someone said you weren't good at alchemy, then you weren't good at alchemy.
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To be precise, now that he has become one of the top-tier archmages in a normal era without legendary wizards, Ryan has become extremely arrogant, believing that he is among the top five alchemists in the world.
As one of the top five alchemists in the world, he is naturally qualified to judge the alchemy of other schools.
"But what does this intelligence mean? Wolves are howling—could it be that a friend from Uganda, dissatisfied with the secrecy laws, secretly found a small tribe behind the school's back, pretended to be a wolf god, and played a game of Clash of Clans?"
His understanding of Vagado was limited to the written documents; he wasn't sure if the surveillance or prophets there could detect what was about to happen.
Prophets are the most mysterious and rarest mainstream profession in the wizarding world. Therefore, it's natural that there are quite a few prophets in Vagad.
However, those prophets are different from the true prophets in the magical world who fully utilize their talent points.
However, to a certain extent, it can be equated with the divination methods taught in schools, such as using crystal balls and tea leaves.
The prophets there are also called mad witch priests; their divination is closer to a form of black magic, involving a price in exchange for information. Not only do the prophets pay a terrible price, such as losing limbs or internal organs, but the information they obtain through divination is also vague and unclear.
"You can only say that there are gains and losses. Although I opened it, I also lost out on the costs and the unclear information."
Seeing that the intelligence indicated the event would occur in three days, he wasn't in a hurry at all. He figured he might as well let things play out for a while, hoping that things would become a fait accompli and that a "Wolf God" would emerge on the grasslands, along with tribes that worshipped him.
Because this is what he wants: to allow wizards to penetrate deeper into the world of ordinary people, occupy an unshakable position in the operation of the ordinary people's world, and at the same time, to control the power to intimidate the world.
The concept of a community with a shared future is an undeniably good theory, and it's worth adopting and utilizing it.
"It's almost time."
He picked up his lesson plan and practice materials for Beauxbatons' students and headed to the alchemy classroom.