"Minister Owen Harris! As a pureblood, are you just going to watch your youngest son, Allen Harris, mess around? " A pureblood wizard who could no longer hold himself back tried to remind his father, Owen, when he saw Allen's firm attitude.
His words attracted some people's agreement. One after another, wizards stood up and stated their opinions passionately. They continued to pester Family Harris with the same reasons as before, hoping that Family Harris would take back his decision. They put on an attitude that if Family Harris did not compromise, they would continue to persuade him until the end.
"Since Family Harris wants to donate his family's knowledge, it's not appropriate for us to stop him. This kind of selfless act is worthy of praise. This can improve the strength of all wizards and further promote the development of the magic world!" Dempster Wiggleswald clapped his hands as if he was cheering for Allen's decision. He then pointed at his glasses and said, "But after all, Mr. Allen Harris and your family have proven your superiority in black magic over the past few years. However, just like the rumors, the world's greatest light wizard, Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, was worried about the conflict between him and Mr. Allen Harris, I also think that if we ordinary people learn magic without any scruples, it will bring harm to ourselves … Perhaps we can take a compromise and set up a new organization composed of Master Spellcasters to first judge and review this knowledge before deciding which ones are safe enough to be released. What do you think? I think this is the safest thing for adepts, regardless of their status or background. "
His ancestor, Professor Catullus Spangell, once wrote the famous Defense and Deterrence Spell! "Millissen Spangell, who was so fat that he almost had three layers of chin, said," Mr. Isaac Spangell is qualified to be the consultant of Spell Innovation. Ben Bothmond's father, Mr. Bothmond's eyes were shining as he looked at Wigsward with a greedy expression. "Minister Owen Harris, the Ministry of Magic can also be more involved. I think this is a win-win situation. It also upholds the tradition of our British wizard world."
Allen nodded at the fat wizard who suggested to his father, "Yes, you all have a point. Upholding the tradition is the responsibility of us pureblood wizards."
Ben? Bothmond was in disbelief. His eyes were shining, "So? Mr. Allen Harris, you agree? I'll … "
"You've misunderstood, Mr. Bothmond. I'm talking about upholding the tradition … I'm just saying that I'm willing to fight with any wizard friends who are dissatisfied with my decision alone. It's the traditional way wizards solve disputes, which is a wizard duel. I don't need any help, but you can choose any helper you want. What do you think, Mr. Bothmond?" Allen looked at Ben Bothmond with a mischievous expression and smiled contemptuously. He felt that these pureblood families still couldn't help but take advantage of him at this moment.
Ben Burstead's smile froze, and his expression became like a duck that had been strangled, and his throat made some meaningless noises.
The Magi who had been clamoring against Allen were also rendered speechless. A Magus duel was indeed a tradition to resolve disputes, but in this peaceful era, such bloody traditions from ancient times were rarely seen.
Most importantly, this was a duel initiated by Allen Harris, who could fight with the Unknowns one-on-one. Even if these pureblood wizards knew that the battle at the Ministry of Magic was different from what was reported, and that Allen was actually at a disadvantage, none of them had the confidence to accept the duel. Perhaps only Albus Dumbledore could temporarily suppress Allen in this aspect.
The scene quieted down, and they felt as if they had swallowed a fly. The pureblood wizards communicated with each other through their eyes. Since the Family Harris was determined to stand on the side of the British families … No, it should be said that they were only on the opposite side of the pureblood families, they had to discuss a countermeasure together.
"It seems that Mr. Bothmond has no objections?" After showing his strong side, Allen did not want to frighten others with his performance just now, so he calmly said, "Please don't worry, pureblood wizards. I'm also a member of the pureblood family, and I'm not targeting anyone … Spreading knowledge is also Lady Loynar Ravenclaw's will, so as long as you're willing, no matter if you're a pureblood, a mixed-blood, or even a Muggle, the Ravenclaw Temple welcomes any wizard who seeks truth and wisdom. As long as you're willing to abide by the rules, the temple will be open to you, and will also show you a path to a higher level. There is no distinction of identity in the temple, only one common identity, and that is a wizard …"
Dempster Wiggleswald, who was originally suppressed by Allen's invitation to a duel, could not help but say, "Mr. Allen Harris, can I interpret your words this way? Are you admitting that you believe that Lady Loynar Ravenclaw has really become a 'god' and survived until now?"
"I think before this, the mysterious man, Mr. Tom Liddell, and my classmate, Mr. Harry Potter, who are mixed-blood wizards, have caused a lot of discussion about whether they are the successors of Salazar Slytherin …" Allen put his hands behind his back. "Of course, I'm not saying that I'm the successor of Mr. Salazar Slytherin. What I want to say is … The reason why I have the strength I have today is because of the gift from Lady Loynar Ravenclaw herself. I'm the successor of Ravenclaw."
Wigsward, who heard Allen's words, suppressed the shock in his heart. As someone who had chosen to stand against Harris today, he seized the opportunity to continue showing off. "… So, Mr. Allen Harris' donation of Ravenclaw's shrine to St. Mungo Hospital was premeditated? Forgive me for being presumptuous, but are you sure that Lady Ravenclaw has really become a god? Perhaps, Mr. Allen Harris, you've been bewitched by some evil spirit … As far as I know, some demons and devils often use this method to trick Muggle into believing in them so that they can obtain their souls … "
"I'm just following Lady Ravenclaw's will to spread knowledge and wisdom. The glory of us wizards makes it difficult for us to believe in any god like Muggle, but our wisdom is our greatest wealth …" Allen spread out his hands behind his back. "We should think about what Lady Ravenclaw has done ever since she showed her divinity. I think everyone can see that Lady Ravenclaw is only trying to spread our wizarding knowledge, spreading knowledge that has been lost because of our conservatism, and reviving the glory of the wizarding world. If you're good at magic history, you should have heard of a saying from ancient times. The wizards in those legendary times thought that the gods were just some more powerful wizards, and now, Lady Ravenclaw's miracle has proven this point. As for the issue of faith, I don't care if you believe in it or not, I believe in it …"
Having said that, Allen looked at the white-haired wizard who had caused trouble for them a few times and fell into silence again. He was a little regretful. It seemed like the other party's ability was not bad, or perhaps, Lunn and his father should have been gentler with him. Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind, and he only felt that it was a pity.
"Also, I have to remind everyone that no matter what method you choose in the library in the shrine, as long as you follow the rules of the method you choose, the knowledge in this level of the library will be open to you … However, this shrine and the shrines that will be built in the future will be protected by multiple powerful protective spells to ensure that nothing can burn other than wicks and wax, and no piece of paper can burn in this castle. There are also protective spells that can block teleportation and destructive spells, kill any fungi and insects, and some other secret features." Allen glanced at everyone below the stage. "I also want to remind everyone that if wizards who do not wear the special mark that allows them to enter the area of the shrine library try to enter these inner rooms, they will be attacked by the magic traps and shrine guards that I have personally set up … So, if you don't want to die an unnatural death, it is best to visit through the normal way … This is also the right that the Ministry of Magic has given to the shrine …" Allen's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something very normal. After he finished speaking, he turned around and waved his hand at the empty space beside him.
Whether it was the pureblood families who were dissatisfied with Allen's decision or the pureblood mixed-blood Muggle wizards who were dissatisfied with the troublesome process, they did not dare to take it lightly. In fact, many of the pureblood families were very upset. The law that allowed them to kill intruders was originally a clause that their ancestors had set to serve them in order to prevent their knowledge from being stolen by outsiders. Now, it was used by Allen to deal with them.
As Allen's arm fell again, two flames appeared in the air. Countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently appeared after being burned. Along with the flames, a tall arch made of skulls appeared.
“HO！ HA！ HUO！ HO！ HA！ HUO！”
“Ravenclaw！ Ravenclaw！
vahriin！”
At this moment, an orderly and loud call came from the other side of the door, followed by a majestic and low voice that sounded like a war song. This song had an ancient aura, was very vigorous, and surged with an infinite fighting spirit. (Author's Note: That's right, it's Dragonborn's Song. The word 'Dovahkiin' is changed to 'Ravenclaw'.
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