Chapter 224: Planetary Mutation
Just when Xie Lin was worried and confused about whether he would travel to the world of Naruto, the world of pirates, or the MCU universe——
What Schelling feared did not happen.
Schelling was not sucked into a black hole and started a new adventure and a new life like the protagonists in a large number of Zhutenliu novels in his previous life.
Instead, wisps of special energy escaped from the black hole, like tiny threads, slowly flowing toward Xie Lin and wrapping him up.
Schelling was immersed in a very strange state. His consciousness seemed to have separated from this world and this space, and had a glimpse of a higher-dimensional vision. In the eyes of outsiders, his pupils were flashing with a green edge that was sharper than thunder, and there was a faint shape of a six-pointed star looming.
This situation lasted for two full hours.
When Xie Lin came back to his senses, there was no trace of the vortex black hole.
But he knew very well that everything just now was definitely not his hallucination. He truly felt that there was an indescribable and unknown power in his body.
He thought for a while, then used the Transformation Spell to transform a little sparrow, and then focused his mind on the sparrow. The sparrow suddenly turned into a black shadow and disappeared, as if it had been hit by a disappearing spell.
Three feet away, a faint light flashed, and the little sparrow suddenly appeared.
Xie Lin lifted the magic spell and the little sparrow disappeared.
It was just a small experiment conducted by Xie Lin. The little sparrow itself is not an entity, but is transformed out of nothing by magic power. Explanation of experimental results——
Magic power can be transferred through space magic!
Mastering the ability to control "ether" is equivalent to mastering the ability to travel through space!
Perhaps Schelling's control of this fifth element is still rough and not refined enough at this moment, but as long as he is given enough time, he is fully confident that he can control "ether" like other elements.
"Being able to transfer magic power means that you can transfer magic spells. If it is done properly, all the magic transfer methods taught by Little Barty a few days ago are rubbish... No matter how safe it is, or whether it is armor protection, how can it be done? Is it as good as this magical possibility?" Many inspirations and ideas on how to use this ability in actual combat flowed through Schelling's heart. He looked up at the ceiling of the Slytherin Chamber and let out a long breath. "That being the case, let's call this secret the 'moon and star movement'!"
[The secret of space magic - "Moon and star movement" acquisition! 】
I thought that Xie Lin would be full of excitement and longing for suddenly acquiring such a powerful magic, but at this moment, his heart was calm, and his eyes were full of emotions that had gone through vicissitudes of life, as if he had been possessed by a man who was over a hundred years old. Possessed by an old man.
"Harry, Harry," Schelling said softly to himself: "Since my rebirth, you have been a hurdle in my heart. I have made all kinds of calculations and strategies. For many nights, all I have thought about is how to capture you. Fame, your fortune, and even your luck..."
"This world only needs a savior..." Schelling half-squinted his eyes. He was already immersed in the self-talk at this moment. "This world has as much magic as the sand of the Ganges, but among the known magics, it can resist or even rebound. There is only one magic in the Killing Curse, and that is the 'Guardian of Love' in you, so everyone in the world recognizes you as the savior, even Dumbledore has placed all his hopes on you..."
"But now, starting from today..." Xie Lin's half-squinted eyes revealed a fascinating light, "In addition to your 'protection of love', there is another 'month' that is exclusive to me. Shifting stars'..."
"Then..." Xie Lin's lips curved in an evil way, "In this new world, between you and me, who is the 'child of luck' favored by fate? Who will finally appear on the stage? 'Lord of the Savior'? Who is the real protagonist of this world?"
Schelling's eyes finally closed completely.
A strange feeling emerged in his heart.
It was blank, it was calm, it was the peace of everything in the palm of my hand. For a moment, there was no more confusion or hesitation.
What he didn't know was that the Dragon Star in the distant starry sky was shining brightly at this moment.
Scotland Highlands, Hogwarts Castle, in the principal's office on the eighth floor.
Dumbledore, wearing a purple wizard robe with gold trim, was sitting at his desk, eating each struggling brown cockroach with relish while flipping through the intelligence network he had laid out for a long time to provide information from all sides. The confidential intelligence documents he sent over. Around him, the portraits of past principals were talking loudly and making all kinds of noisy noises, but Dumbledore seemed to have been used to this for a long time, and was still immersed in his own affairs as if he hadn't heard anything.
Suddenly, the silver instrument on the small table not far away made a soft "ding" sound. The surrounding portraits fell into absolute silence at the same time.
A sharp light flashed in Dumbledore's calm blue pupils. He quickly walked to the silver instrument, moved the instrument to the desk, sat down again, then took out his wand and used The tip of the wand tapped against it.
The instrument immediately started running, making a rhythmic tinkling sound. The small silver tube at the top spurted out wisps of light green smoke, gathering and swirling in the air... Dumbledore looked at the light smoke intently, frowning. After a few seconds, a few wisps of light smoke turned into a steady stream of smoke, getting thicker and thicker, hovering in the air...
The top of the smoke turned into a snake head, with its mouth wide open.
Dumbledore watched this scene calmly, as if he had expected it. At the same time, he had some new confusion in his heart. He said to himself: "Naturally, naturally, but is there nothing else?"
The smoke snake suddenly twisted a little, as if it was twisted together by force, and then the snake's shape slowly changed. First, four claws grew, then a pair of flesh wings, and finally a sharp horn slowly protruded from the snake's head... The change of the smoke stopped at the eyes, making the eyes blurry, as if blinded, and the overall look was like a sleeping fire dragon...
Dumbledore's face became extremely solemn, and he murmured: "Sleeping dragon, please don't disturb it?"
In the prison cell on the top of the Nurmengard Tower in the Austrian Alps.
It was a very simple room, with a very narrow gap in the black stone as the window. There was a stone bed and a tattered thin blanket on it. In addition, there were some strange magic runes engraved on the ceiling, which were a bit similar to the ancient rune, but not completely like it.
An old man, who was in his twilight years, was lying on a stone bed, leaning against the wall, staring at the window with his lifeless eyes.
Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something and looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling was engraved with the last gift his old friend gave him, the only pastime for him to pass the time in his long remaining life.
The runes on the ceiling seemed to come alive, turning into small balls, moving in some strange pattern.
The old man seemed to notice something.
A subtle gleam flashed in the old man's cloudy pupils. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of almost lost teeth, "Ah, the star map has changed again..."
"Dragon rises, Phoenix is suppressed, Serpens dim..."
"Hahahahaha..." The old man laughed a little excitedly, and even couldn't help coughing a few times while holding his chest, "Tyco Dodonas is not lying to me..."
"Things change, stars turn upside down, fifty years ago, you defeated me, and you thought you defeated fate, but you didn't know that fate is changeable. I thought I was dead, but now..." The old man glowed with a spirit that a dying old man shouldn't have, "Since fate has changed again, maybe my second chance is coming!"
The old man stood up, and his originally hunched body suddenly became straight and upright. Although his body, which was as thin as a skeleton, looked like it had no strength, it exuded the aura of a hero who looked down on the world.
Tyco Dodonas is the author of the poetry collection "The Prophecies of Tyco Dodonas". Most wizards only regard this book as a collection of poems, and only a small number of wizards regard it as a real prophecy. This book is equivalent to the Chinese Tui Bei Tu. There are more than 20 poems in it, and each poem corresponds to a prophecy of a major event that can affect the world. For example, in 1927, many wizards deduced from the twentieth poem that Credence the Obscure was the lost bloodline of the French Lestrange.