"When the temple was built, these ravens automatically flew from all directions and settled down in the temple. The name Ravenclaw itself means the claws of the ravens, which seems to add a mysterious aura to the temple." Hibiscus Chinensis introduced the temple to the camera with a smile.
A raven flew in front of Allen, but before it could get close to Allen, Ahn-Kha who landed on Allen's shoulder opened his wings vigilantly, warning the raven to stay away.
"In the Muggle World, the raven is also a symbol of the United Kingdom. It has always been carefully raised by the British Muggle royal family. They even appointed a Raven Officer to take care of the ravens. This actually comes from a prophecy: "Once the raven flies out of the Tower of London or dies, the Tower of London will collapse and the crown will fall to the ground. Because of this, the raven in the Tower of London is seen as a symbol of the rise and fall of the country. It has an unimaginable position in the hearts of the Muggle. " Hibiscus Chinensis continued to introduce the information that she had memorized in advance. "However, although they love and care for the ravens in the tower, they are afraid of offending them and bringing bad luck to themselves. However, in order to prevent the ravens from flying out of the Tower of London, specially hired rearing staff under the guidance of experts would trim the wings of each raven. This way, they can only flap their wings in the tower, so now people call the Raven Show the 'Last Prisoner' in the Tower of London. "
"Ha … Muggle is Muggle. Compared to us wizards, they are too ignorant and superstitious." The former St. Mungo's permanent patient, Lawrence, who was praying in front of the statue, could not help but snort when he heard that. He seemed to feel that it was disrespectful to be distracted while praying, so he quickly stabilized his mind and started praying again. "Ravenclaw bless …"
Allen listened to the silly words of the true believer and struggled for a while before he managed to stop himself from mocking him.
"That's what I told the Muggle about the raven …" Luna's vague voice sounded in Allen's heart, and there was a smacking sound.
"Why are you smacking your lips?" Allen asked. "Hungry? What do you want to eat at Diagon Alley later? "
"My real body is eating Raw Cheeks Ice Cream at Hogsmeade …" The vague female voice rejected Allen's suggestion.
"Eating ice cream in winter?" When Allen heard what Luna's doppelganger said, he swallowed his saliva and said, "Bring me one when you go back to school."
When all the guests had arrived, Allen and Helena stood at the front near the statue of Loynar Ravenclaw. They closed their eyes, clenched their fists, and moved their lips slightly. The statue of Ravenclaw emitted a faint blue light as the crowd prayed. The sorcerers who were praying felt that their pain, regret, and other negative emotions were gradually smoothed out under the cover of this light. The nebula above the dome flowed, and all the ravens stood still as they faced the direction of Ravenclaw's shrine.
After praying, Owen and Allen stood up. In an instant, all the ravens spread their wings and flew around the dome. They shuttled back and forth in the sky, moving freely. They did not shit in the temple at all. This made Allen, who had been paying attention to the top of his head, feel relieved.
Although the prayer ceremony had ended, the sorcerers present were more or less pious. They felt the false feeling created by the divine power, and many of them chose to continue praying to Ravenclaw's shrine in their own way.
Among them, many of the Muggle and mixed-blood sorcerers had the habit of praying due to the influence of their families before they knew they were sorcerers. Although they had changed their target of prayer in the magic world, they were more pious than when they were in the Muggle world. It was just that they had changed their target of prayer to Ravenclaw in the sorcerer world.
On the other hand, the sorcerers from the pure-blood families, although they maintained the necessary respect for Ravenclaw on the surface, in their hearts, they were still resistant to the act of praying to Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw. They felt that sorcerers should not believe in any god, regardless of whether he was a true god or not. The most important thing was to improve their own strength.
Some of the members of the 28 Holy Families who did not get along with Harris even began to suspect that there was some kind of magical effect that could affect people's minds. So, they cast a Brain Seal spell and prepared to leave. Some who did not know the spell even walked out quickly.
Allen narrowed his eyes as he observed the behavior of these people. He secretly planned to ask the Umbrella Protection to send more of his own people to disguise as believers and act as the temple guards. This was to prevent them from using petty tricks like the last time when they ordered Scrimgeour to attack. After all, armed Aura were not suitable to participate in such private activities. Otherwise, they would be attacked and abused.
Although the temple was donated by the Family Harris, and Allen was nominally Ravenclaw's Chosen One, in order to show that he was just an ordinary believer, Allen did not treat these sorcerers like a host. Therefore, after the prayer ceremony, Allen felt that there was no need for him to continue staying here. He walked out of the temple and found a stall to sit down. He bought a piece of brownie cake and took a few bites. After signing autographs for a few fans, he was a little impatient. Just as he was about to use Transfiguration to return to Hogsmeade, a voice came from behind Allen.
"Mr. Allen Harris, please wait." (Author's Note: Looking at the appearance of this man with his own BMG, please listen to the BGM of Season 5: Jen.
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"Death" is more effective when eaten.)
As if something was stuck in the throat, the voice was hoarse, oppressive, and slow. It was a voice that could frighten all living things. Allen, who was standing at the entrance of the temple, looked towards the direction of the voice, but he did not see the owner of the voice. Until he saw a grayish-white carriage pulled by three night stallions coming from afar. The carriage slowly stopped by the side of the road near the temple. The carriage door opened, and a pair of feet wearing leather sandals that were completely out of place in winter stepped on the stone square.
The owner of the pair of legs was holding a cobra-shaped crutch that made a clattering sound on the ground. He was wearing a wide silver ring on his finger. The man in front of them was wearing a black magic robe. He was walking on the street with an imposing manner that no one could match. His long white hair under his bald head was slightly fluttering in the wind. The expression on his abnormally pale white skin was daunting. However, the wizards around him completely ignored him as if they were under a Muggle Exorcism Spell.
As he walked, a male sorcerer in a brown robe, who was immersed in the Daily Prophet in his hand, accidentally bumped into the sorcerer's shoulder when he walked past him.
The sorcerer walked past him, turned his head, and only then did he notice the old man in front of him. He complained casually, "Old man, watch your step!" Just as he finished speaking, the male Magus furrowed his brows, as if wondering why there was unbearable pain in his body. However, a moment later, his eyes lost focus, and his knees gave way. Under the confused gazes of the people around him, he knelt on the ground. His body then flipped over and fell straight to the ground, the newspaper in his hand scattering and drifting in the air. The surrounding Magi saw this situation and hurriedly surrounded him, wanting to save him. However, he no longer had any signs of life.
The old man, who had just alighted from the carriage, slowed down his footsteps. His head tilted slightly to the right, and his yellow eyes looked down at his shoulder. He then raised his hand, patted his shoulder, and calmly continued to walk towards Allen. His facial features were like that of a fighting ram — a pair of unforgettable big yellow eyes on his light-colored skin, and a very straight nose. However, his lips were tightly shut, and the wrinkles on both sides of his nose made him look very stern and unapproachable.
"Helbo, long time no see." Luna's voice rang out beside them, with an inviolable majesty in her ethereal voice.
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