After looking deeply at Hermione, Wu Ming turned and returned to his room.
Hermione clenched her little hands into fists and was about to follow without thinking, but before she had taken two steps, she was stopped by Harry and the other two.
"Hermione, what are you going to do?"
Harry pulled Hermione's sleeve and said worriedly: "That professor is mysterious. I think we should stay away from him!"
"Yeah, that person knows about the Philosopher's Stone, and he's so weird. He stays in his room all day long and doesn't come out once a month. There must be something wrong with that."
Ron also helped behind the scenes, and both of them had a bad impression of Wu Ming.
In fact, it’s not surprising that the two of them are like this. Wu Ming has been at Hogwarts for almost half a year, and only a handful of people have seen him. Now the entire campus is full of rumors about this mysterious professor, just like those who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests in ancient times.
The evil wizard came to school with a certain purpose.
Listening to Harry's exaggerated words, Hermione slapped her forehead and said speechlessly: "Harry, Ron, you are thinking too much. Although I can't tell you more, please believe me, I will not encounter
It's dangerous. After all, this is Hogwarts, and there is the greatest wizard of this century, Dumbledore!"
Hermione, a time traveler, only knows the plot, and has no idea that Dumbledore is the most terrifying person in Hogwarts.
Harry and Ron were obviously involved in the situation and had not yet felt the undercurrent. Now, upon hearing Dumbledore's name, the two looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded reluctantly.
"Be careful. If that person wants to conduct evil experiments on you, be sure to call for help."
"Don't worry, this is Hogwarts, I'm safe."
Hermione smiled and waved, and walked out of the lounge in a happy mood, heading towards Wu Ming's room.
Along the way, students occasionally walked by and teachers were talking to each other.
Hermione jumped up to the fifth floor, found Wu Ming's office, and walked in without knocking on the door.
"Professor, I'm here to find you!" The room was empty. Hermione looked at the entire room and found that not only was there a desk, but there was also a bedroom.
After calling twice and hearing no answer, Hermione opened the bedroom door.
As soon as he caught his eye, he saw that Wu Ming was casting a spell, and a steady stream of magic was being applied to the entire room.
Magic spells were continuously issued from Wu Ming's hands, and were blessed in every corner of the room.
The moment Hermione pushed the door open, at least three magic spells were released, and they were still being superimposed layer upon layer.
"Professor, what are you doing?"
"This room is not safe. I have to apply various magics three times every morning and evening to ensure my privacy and necessary defense."
Wu Ming motioned for Hermione to come in, then closed the door and fully activated the magic defense.
Looking at Wu Ming's skillful movements, Hermione felt a little incredible and said: "You are really crazy. Dumbledore is here at Hogwarts. Who are you guarding against?"
Listening to Hermione's words, Wu Ming was speechless.
To ask such a silly question, since this is Dumbledore's territory, of course it is Dumbledore who is on guard.
"Tell me, what secret did you discover?" Wu Ming poured Hermione a cup of tea and asked softly while sitting on the desk.
Hermione lowered her head and blew on the hot air in the cup, and said without raising her head: "When I was tracing the history of magic in the library, I discovered obvious gaps."
"Fault!"
Wu Ming smiled slightly. He had long known that the path to elemental magic in this world had been cut off.
The so-called gap is just like the magician's apprentice world, after the destruction of elemental magic, the handover of the birth of new era magic.
"What are you laughing at? Do you know that during this period of rift, there is no record at all, only a few words remain!"
"Of course I know. I myself have had such an exploration. The more ancient era was destroyed, and only sporadic records were passed down. Everything is hidden in the unknown."
Wu Ming smiled and spoke, but in the middle of the sentence, the smile on his face stiffened. Because he suddenly thought that Hermione came to him this time, not about the fault of magic, but about the Three Hallows of Death.
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"Could it be..." Wu Ming looked at Hermione hesitantly with serious eyes.
"Yes, the fragments I found in this fault are the legends about the Three Hallows of Death."
Hermione shrugged, admitted it simply, and explained: "It's hard to believe, the history of Hogwarts is more than a thousand years ago. The recorded history of magic can be traced back to four centuries.
Fifteen hundred years ago, Europe was experiencing the Megalithic Civilization. But no one knew what happened before that. Only the legends passed down by word of mouth were slowly passed down!"
"The legend of the Three Holy Artifacts of Death!" Wu Ming seemed to be confirming, but also seemed to be questioning.
Hermione nodded slightly and whispered: "Yes, legends have begun to spread long before the history of magic is recorded."
Silence, Wu Ming fell into silence, and the whole room was silent.
Half an hour passed like this, and Wu Ming didn't say a word during this period.
"Tell me about the legend of the Three Deathly Hallows..."
Wu Ming closed his eyes and lay quietly on the chair, as if he had fallen into a dream.
Hermione on the side looked at Wu Ming full of doubts. She hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Legend has it that there are three powerful brothers who passed by a big river in the evening. The three brothers were so powerful that they waved their hands.
The wild sand and wind danced, forming a stone bridge on the river. I walked up it very calmly. But when I reached the middle of the bridge, a god of death in black robes fell from the sky.
The God of Death fell from the sky and was very angry, because ordinary travelers usually drowned in this river and became sacrifices to the God of Death. But the God of Death was very cunning. He understood that the three brothers were powerful, so he pretended to congratulate the brothers.
The magic of the three people said that they escaped death due to their cleverness, and each person can get a reward..."
Hermione slowly told the legend, and Wu Ming also listened quietly.
In the story of the three brothers, the brave and powerful eldest brother chose a wand made by Death himself. The arrogant and arrogant second brother chose a stone with the power of Death and could resurrect others. And the most cautious third brother chose
A cloak that can hide from death.
The story continued, and Hermione told it for more than ten minutes before finishing the whole story.
At the moment when the story ended, Wu Ming suddenly opened his eyes and asked: "The boss in the story used a wand made by the God of Death to kill someone who opposed him?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Hermione was a little strange and didn't understand why Wu Ming would ask this question.
"Maybe the boss killed not just one person, but an era that opposed him!"
Wu Ming's face was solemn. If he had not encountered the elemental inheritance and had not pursued this cut-off ancient road, he would have listened to this legend as a story.
But now, he has seen the Book of Elements, without the chaos before it was passed down. So, when he heard this so-called legend, he had another question.
Perhaps, the legend of the three brothers is just a metaphor.
It is impossible for the powerful ancient elemental mages to suddenly become extinct. Their disappearance must have caused a catastrophe.
Here, Wu Ming couldn't help but think that the boss in the story and the person who was killed may not be the same person at all. Instead, they refer to a group of beings who benefited from the gods and destroyed the Harry Potter world.
The Age of Elements against the Gods.
You know, the legend of the three brothers has been handed down from the fault era.
People of that era had to be so bored that they would leave nothing but a legend.
Unless, there is something wrong with this legend itself, and it is not as simple as what he revealed between the lines.