vncnus Chapter 91 The Wizard's Heretical Mindset
Chapter 91 The Wizard's Heretical Mindset
Chapter 91 The Wizard's Heretical Mindset
The wire was a bit short, but it was only about ten meters long, which was no problem for Calder. He jumped down without hesitation.
Owen followed beside him, landing lightly on the ground, and then kept a distance from Caldera as they headed towards the manor.
The two were not slow and soon arrived at the nearest manor. The gate of the manor was locked. Just as Calder was about to smash it open with the butt of his gun, he heard Owen's voice behind him: "Alahoko Open."
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A tiny red light struck the lock, and then the door opened.
Calder lowered his arm, turned his head, looked at the smiling Owen, and after a while, he waved: "Let's go together. Your trick is much more effective than mine."
Owen walked over nonchalantly, and then, cooperating with his actions, the two quickly entered the garden in front of the manor.
I don't know how long it's been since it was tended to; the weeds here are taller than a person. What's even more amazing is that you can see a stone statue every now and then.
"This is... Medusa?"
Owen rolled his eyes. It wasn't that he hadn't seen other books, but compared to the books in the wizarding world, the situation was somewhat different.
For example, Anubis, to others, is a non-human grim reaper, but to wizards, he is just a werewolf.
And then there's Zeus, the king of the gods who wields lightning. People think he's the head of the gods, but wizards prefer to believe that he's just a keeper of thunderbirds!
Poseidon, the god of the sea, was a fish-man; Horus, the god of the sky, was just a bird-man; and Medusa, as described by Calder, was nothing more than a Gorgon with snakes for hair.
So, there's a reason why shamans were disliked in ancient times. They went against the mainstream and were regarded as heretics. That's how it came about.
But the wizard's theory is not without basis. Take Medusa, for example. Legend has it that there was only one, and she was cut down long ago. But there are records of people being petrified every year around the world. So how come Medusa can just roam around the world with only one head?
So wizards had already taken action and actually found evidence that the Gorgon was a group, not an individual.
As for the Thunderbird Keeper and the Deep-Sea Fishman, it's been too long since then and cannot be verified, so there's still no proof.
While Irving was lost in thought, Calder began to worry. This guy was not easy to deal with; he couldn't make eye contact with him, or he would be petrified!
Just then, he felt Owen tugging at his clothes. Turning around, he saw that Owen was wearing a strange pair of glasses. The frames were made of gold with intricate patterns. He couldn't tell what the lenses were made of, but through the lenses, he could see his boss's eyes—
"Here, wear this and you won't be afraid."
"This is?"
"Petrification protection glasses. Don't worry, I've personally tested them and they work. There's a basilisk in our school, left behind by one of the school's founders. If you look into it, you're doomed. Even if you see its eyes on water or a mirror, it will petrify you. That's why I made these glasses."
Calder took it, put it on, and found that his vision suddenly became much wider, covering 180 degrees in front of him, with no blind spots at all.
But it wouldn't be in his nature to remain silent at a time like this: "Your school is even more dangerous than outside. By the way, how's that basilisk doing now?"
"It's called Stripe now, one of my pets and friends. Of course, with the help of the professors, its eyes are no longer in danger, so—I can give you these glasses, but you have to leave the Gorgon to me."
"make a deal!"
Calder was overjoyed. First of all, this Gorgon wasn't his at all; he was there to solve the problem. Secondly, by handing the Gorgon over to Owen, his job was done, and there would be no consequences. Even if there were, they wouldn't be in America, but in England.
The deal was struck, and Owen's body slowly rose, then flew directly to the manor's main house. Next, it was time for his work. The students of Hogwarts were about to have access to an extremely rare teaching material, in addition to vampires, Gorgon.
Besides, Muggles are afraid of petrification, but wizards aren't. It's just a potion, and the biggest loss might be missing a few classes.
So Irving didn't want to wait any longer. He had already clearly sensed that there were not just one Gorgon living in the house, but three.
Calder was about to follow, but after a few steps he stopped, touched his bald head, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
The magic had greatly impacted him along the way, so he had no need to worry about Owen's safety at all.
Sure enough, before he'd even finished his cigarette, Irving was back, his glasses off: "OK. Job done!"
Calder didn't rush to take off his glasses: "All done? Want me to see them?"
"Sure!"
With a wave of his hand, Owen sent a small cage flying out of his pocket. It grew larger after landing, and inside were three Gorgons, all of whom were asleep with their eyes closed, including their snake-like heads.
Calder glanced at them, then gestured for Owen to put them away: "Then these people—"
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
It wasn't that Irving was unwilling to save these Muggles, but rather that he couldn't. Too much time had passed, and these petrified Muggles had completely turned to stone; they were beyond saving.
"All right----"
Calder didn't insist. He had experienced far too many life-and-death separations. Even Dolan, who had always been with him, had changed several times. He could take some things in stride.
Next, they naturally returned to the car. As they walked up the cliff, Owen muttered, "I told you, we should have parked the car by the entrance! Now look at you, you have to go back up. Aren't you tired?"
Calder thought for a moment, then looked at him and asked, "When are you going back to England?"
"Look, you Americans just lack a sense of humor—" Irving clicked his tongue. "I still have plenty of time, why don't you make another call and ask if anything strange has happened elsewhere?"
Calder's face twitched: "That's all. Let's go back. I also need my own time, so you'll have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."
"Alright."
If people don't include you in the game, then the game can't be played anymore?
Are you kidding me? I have connections in the American magic world, okay?
Of course, it's best to avoid this kind of relationship if possible. He's here to collect teaching materials. If his colleagues find out, won't they try to steal them from him?
Do you think that Hogwarts needs the same teaching materials, but Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry doesn't?
We have to sneak into the village, without firing a shot.
Owen left, taking with him the magical mannequin in the car and the two-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, two-bathroom space. Calder drove himself, heading towards his destination. He needed to rest and also to process what he had gained and learned from this trip with the wizard.