The middle and side halls of the Ravenclaw Temple were arranged in a picturesque manner. The dome in the center of the temple was very high, and there was an even higher hyperboloid dome in the semicircular rear hall. The height of the dome increased in order. Standing at the main entrance, one could directly see the dome of the middle hall, cross hall, and rear hall. The stained glass installed on the dome, together with the dome, had a filtering effect that simulated the light produced by the light passing through the dense foliage in the depths of the temple, enhancing the appeal and solemnity of the temple.
The huge statue of Loina Ravenclaw in the spacious main hall, which connected the interior of the room to the heavens, and the relief of the five giant dragons as her mounts, stared at the temple from above. Many ravens flew and perched under the starry sky above the dome, adding a lot of mystery to the temple. Of course, there were also countless ghosts who had rushed over, and in order to make way for the living, they floated densely at the top, creating a wave of pearl-white pearls.
Bursts of smoke emitted by burning frankincense, which had the effect of affecting people's emotions, floated out from the mouths and noses of the reliefs on the pillars of the temple. Every now and then, the adepts dressed in dark blue Divine Servant garb would fill the iron triangles that had been carefully decorated with new spices.
Compared to the previous time when the temple announced that Ravenclaw could turn dumb cannons into wizards and materialize ghosts, there were more people in the temple today. Looking down from above, there were densely packed heads, and people were squeezing shoulder to shoulder. Even the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic could not get more space in this situation.
Babajid Aginbad, Madam Maxim, High Priest Kuslapali who came from India … Many foreign dignitaries were gathered here, and Owen Harris could not choose the most central position as usual.
Even with so many people, whether it was out of faith and reverence for the goddess Ravenclaw, or because they wanted to wait for the results of the experiment, the temple remained quiet, and no one dared to make a noise.
Babajid, standing next to Owen, seemed a little absent-minded. Recently, the transactions between the floating city and Muggle were actually wandering around the edge of the "Confidentiality Act", and many problems had arisen.
Many countries that had previously strongly advocated sanctions against the United Kingdom found that sanctions against the United Kingdom were useless and were even suppressed by the United Kingdom. They kept on protesting and demanding sanctions against the United Kingdom, and there were even shouting letters in the continuous stream of letters.
However, in the face of Harris's strength and power, the International Union of Wizards and Wizards could not exert any influence on the United Kingdom at all.
Babajid had long decided to mediate between the two sides. As long as the two sides remained stable, he planned to maintain his status until he retired.......
If the Mutes could use magic in the future and did not need to live in the Muggle World, then the wizards could better hide themselves away from the Muggle World and avoid the Muggle World. This would be the best way to get rid of the accusations that the trade between the United Kingdom and the Muggle World increased the risk of exposure to the magic world.
Today, the Mutes who were blessed by Ravenclaw stood an arm's length away from each other. They had shed their not-so-magical attire and were holding the wands that Allen personally made for them.
As the high priestess of the temple, Katie Bell, like the other clerics, held an extra wand that was a little taller than they were. These wands were painted with some puzzling ancient runes, and the way they were written on them was different from the system that was commonly known by wizards in this world.
"The merciful Ravenclaw Goddess has bestowed you with magic and hope. Do not waste the power she has bestowed upon you. Ignite your magic, accumulate knowledge, and use your wisdom to illuminate the way forward... Sweep the goddess' gift in all directions like the omnipresent wind." Her voice echoed far and wide in the quiet shrine. "The merciful Ravenclaw Goddess has bestowed you with magic and hope.
The Mutes in the temple focused on the wands in their hands. The gazes of the people around them seemed to have turned into a heavy pressure, pressing down on them. This did not pose any threat to them, as they had already proven many times before.
"Flicker!"
The Mutes chanted in unison.
Suddenly, a faint fluorescent light lit up on the tip of Filch's wand. The wand trembled involuntarily, as if shaking the hearts of the wizards. Another fluorescent light lit up, and the number of lights continued to increase.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Celebratory fireworks shot up into the sky outside the temple. The bright fireworks shone through the colored windows, and the faces of the people were filled with excitement, awe, and excitement. The cheers in the temple were so loud that it seemed like they were going to flip the dome over. At the same time, countless wizards knelt down in front of the tall statue of Ravenclaw and prayed devoutly.
The sound of praying made the temple more or less uneasy, but overall, it was somewhat appropriate for what was going on.
Babagid clapped his hands vigorously, which was exactly what he wanted. Madame Maxim elegantly took off her white gloves and looked at the statue of the Goddess high above. Her heart was filled with awe. High Priest Kuslapari tightly held onto his sari and stared greedily at the duds that were casting spells. Compared to other countries, they had a larger population and more wizards, so the number of duds they had was also much higher than other countries.
Under the statue of the Five-Headed Dragon.
Filch shook his hand and brought the wand closer. The specks of fluorescent light reflected in his turbid eyes, as if they had become his entire world. His eyebrows trembled, and even his wrinkled old face was faintly glowing red. Strings of tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes, but he did not want to blink and let the tears flow freely on his face. This was not the first time he had successfully cast a spell, but it was the first time he had proven that he was not a Mute in front of others.
Penny's eyebrows were raised in joy, and her neck, which was already longer than the others, suddenly stretched forward. Dudley was so happy that his lower lip covered his upper lip, and his cheeks turned into lumps. He waved the wand in his hand to release more light.
Only Mr. Granger and Mrs. Krivat were very excited and happy. However, as insiders who knew about the internal affairs, and unlike Filch and Penny, they did not look forward to this day for almost their entire lives, so they acted normally.
Below the stage, Mrs. Pins, who was wearing a black wizard hat, quickly walked over. Her skinny hand supported Filch, who was a little shaky because of his excitement. Her face, which looked like a malnourished vulture, showed a smile, and she took out a handkerchief and gave it to old Filch. "I think you should come to the library more often in the future. Wipe your tears. How old are you? You're a joke to others … Don't let your tears and snot dirty the books in the future."
"Irma, those little bastards can't laugh at me behind my back anymore. I'm not a Mute anymore …" Filch said in a hoarse voice. His tone was unprecedentedly confident. He wiped his face with the handkerchief, and his usually stooped back seemed to be straighter.
Below the stage, only Vernon and his nephew, Harry, who realized that they were going to spend more time with them, didn't seem to be that happy.
Vernon's chubby double-chin face turned into the color of pig liver. His two fists were clenched tightly. Now, his wife and son had really become a member of the weirdos. He looked at the statue of the goddess on the dragon statue unwillingly and grumbled, "I clearly prayed to you to make them fail … I was so sincere … Now, I'm the weirdo …"
However, more and more wizards rushed over after hearing the news. Vernon's complaint was drowned out by the surging cheers and shouts. Even he couldn't hear what he was saying.
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