1045 Destiny (4): Additional update of 'Gower in Fairy Tales'
"I really can't imagine what happened to Gregory. His eyes were gouged out..." Gower's mother cried, carefully putting some precious things into the suitcase.
Old Gore sat silently under the oil lamp, chewing on the chicken legs one bite at a time.
"I don't even know what we will face next..."
While his wife was chattering beside him, Old Gore's eyes were blank. The past experiences of pure-blood families clearly told him what to do - calm down his emotions before taking action.
This is a very contrary method to the emotional magic described by Anton, which does not allow any ups and downs of emotions.
The most fundamental reason is that the marriages between a large number of pure bloods over the past millennium have made their wizard bloodline extremely powerful, so powerful that they can mobilize terrifying magic power without having too many emotions.
What they need to do instead is to relax their entire mind and not let these magic powers affect the emotions that it stimulates in their souls.
Let emotions ripple in your mind, whether cruelty, compassion, excitement, or pain. Let them all burst out in your mind, and you must remain calm.
It is a very contradictory approach, but it is the best approach for those modern pure-blood wizards who have reached the ultimate level of wizard blood.
Old Gore couldn't figure out these magic theories.
The only thing he can do is to firmly implement the conclusions drawn by the Malfoy family, although doing so will make him increasingly dull.
Malfoy will not harm them, they all know it, and even Malfoy himself is thinking of ways to continue his research, because sooner or later Malfoy will become like Goyle and Crabbe.
The wife was still nagging, "We betrayed once, and now we betray the black devil again..."
Old Gore suddenly turned his head and looked at her seriously, "You can't say it. If you say it, it will be known."
The wife immediately covered her mouth, sobbed a few times, and shed tears.
Old Gore just smiled naively, "It'll be fine."
"Yeah." The wife wiped her tears vigorously.
A chicken leg was raised in front of her, "Would you like to eat chicken leg?"
The wife just shook her head gently, "Do you need me to help you warm it up again?"
Old Gower shook his head slowly, "No, that's good. Our Gower family will feel happy no matter what they eat."
The wife chuckled lightly, "As long as you have chicken legs!"
Old Gore thought for a while and smiled naively, "Yes, chicken legs are enough."
The Gower family followed the Dark Lord Voldemort to America with all their foundations, and regained a large number of industries and tall castles here. Now they plan to leave the Dark Lord, but obviously there is no way to take too much with them.
Old Goyle didn't know how to transfer assets, and the Malfoy family would not help them do such a thing at this time. Lucius arranged for Old Goyle to rescue Old Crabbe, but he just didn't want to get involved personally.
There are not many things to sort out, and most of them are portraits of members of the Gower family from past generations that outsiders think are worthless, huge stone carvings of family emblems, etc.
These are the persistence that even the dullest Gower has - the belief in blood.
You can't take anything else with you if you can't take it with you.
Old Gower watched in silence as the most loyal house elves in the family took their wives away, and sat calmly under the oil lamp, continuing to nibble on the last bit of meat on the chicken legs.
Finally, after finishing the chicken legs on the plate, he wiped his mouth casually with satisfaction, and picked up the magic wand from the table that had been with him all his life.
Lucius was right.
It was too easy for Old Goyle to rescue the Crabbe family from the Magic Congress cell guarded by countless powerful wizards.
It’s so simple that you don’t even need to prepare any plans in advance.
There is no need to explore the target in advance, because fate will arrange for the Gall to go where they want to go.
This unique magic is the gene injected into the Gower family by the first-generation romantic Gower.
The name of the magic is "Goyle in Fairy Tales".
He randomly pulled out a picture book from the bookshelf that told children bedtime fairy tales.
The album is not big, only about twenty pages, about the size of an adult wizard's hand.
Picking up this picture album, Gore lay on the sofa in front of the fireplace, listening to the crackling sound of firewood in the fireplace, and covered himself with a blanket.
He gently flipped through the animation book, looking at the illustrations of several little rabbits and children rushing into the depths of the woods, and began to read the text underneath the illustrations.
""Mikel's Magical Vacation""
"During the summer vacation, Mikel carried his luggage and followed the merchant's horse team to his grandmother's house in the exciting town of Campa."
"Grandma was very happy about the arrival of little Mikel. She sat on the wicker chair at the door as soon as dawn and knitted a sweater for Mikel."
"Mikel also likes it here very much. It is different from the city where he usually lives. There are woods, streams, mountains of flowers, and cute little rabbits here."
"On this day, he came to the hillside with a bamboo basket and planned to pick some fresh berries for his grandmother to eat."
"Suddenly some little rabbits jumped out..."
"Mikel chased and chased, and he emerged from the bushes, and a huge waterfall appeared in front of him..."
In the dark castle, Old Gore's honest and deep voice echoed. As he spoke, a breeze with the earthy smell of grass and leaves suddenly blew by.
Old Gore seemed to be immersed in this fairy tale.
In front of his eyes, he saw a magnificent waterfall, several elk drinking water by the lake under the waterfall, elves gathering nectar, and a mermaid combing her hair in the lake.
The mermaid is very beautiful, wearing clothes made of crystal clear shells and pearls, sparkling in the sun.
Old Gore watched this scene with fascination, completely immersed in the story.
The small album closed slowly and fell from mid-air.
Gore was no longer on the sofa in front of the fireplace.
An owl on the shelf next to it flapped its wings and flew down, grabbed the small picture album with its talons, and flew towards the cells of the Magic Congress in the distance.
It flew over high mountains, crossed the vast grassland of magic alpacas, passed through the flagpole of the town clock tower, soared over the city traffic, and finally flew into the window of a house.
"What is this?" The prison guard stopped the postman and picked up the small picture album on his feet to inspect it.
"A very ordinary picture album, it has no magic power." After another jailer checked it, he handed the small picture album to the postman again.
"Listen!" The jailer waved his wand and tapped the owl's head. "Listen, little guy, we are allowed to send picture books to the children in the prison, but you are absolutely not allowed to take anything out of it, even if It’s a note!”
The owl nodded, grabbed the picture album and continued flying towards the prison.
Behind it, the bored jailers started chatting, "If it weren't for the fear of protests from those inexplicable associations, I wouldn't even want to let this album go in!"
"Oh, don't say that, the child is innocent."
"Huh? Are there any children in our prison?"
Another jailer frowned, "I need to check the files."
After more than ten minutes, he came back in a hurry, "No, there are no children. The youngest is the little Crabbe who burned down the headquarters building of the Magic Congress. He is obviously too old to read such children's picture books."
So several jailers rushed inside and saw the owl kept hitting the glass of a window, as if it wanted to fly out.
"Merlin's beard!" the jailer said happily, "Look, this is the stupidest postman I have ever seen. It got lost. Did someone feed it rum?"
Finally, after thoroughly examining the owl and the album at its feet, they released the owl.
The owl flew again, flying all the way towards Britain on the other side of the ocean.
Finally, it came to a certain street in London.
It threw the picture album into an alley where no one passed by, flapped its wings and flew away again.
A gust of wind blew by, and the picture album that fell on the ground opened, and a few little people slowly walked out of it.
The villain grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a normal person again.
Old Crabbe glanced at his wife and children, pursed his lips and looked at Old Goyle who picked up the album, "Where is this?"
Old Gore just smiled naively, "My son is nearby, because when I was performing magic, I told the elk in the forest who was leading us that I was going to find my son."
"Really?" Old Crabbe raised his eyebrows, looked up at the building of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies outside the alley, and whistled. "It seems that the people in the Order of the Phoenix are not making things difficult for your son. "
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Is this magic fun? When I was writing about the Weasley family's Palace of Knowledge, I was thinking about the magical blood magic of other pure-blood families. This should be more interesting than the Ollivander family's blood magic that can observe the characteristics of the soul.