Elwyn didn't notice that Darian was waving at him. He was now concentrating on controlling the spell and didn't even realize that he had floated off the ground. He only felt that the wand in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.
Yes, the weight of the wand, which was originally light, was gradually increasing.
Iven almost couldn't hold his wand anymore. The weight of the wand was all the weight of magic power.
As a type of energy, magic also had weight, which could be felt when it was gathered to a certain extent.
It was extremely difficult for Elwyn to wave the wand now, as if he was stirring a pot of sticky porridge that was gradually solidifying. He had to keep instilling his own magic into the wand to counterbalance it, or the wand might be overwhelmed by the magic gathered from outside.
On the other hand, he had to keep repeating Darian's voice to keep the spell going.
Throughout the process, he relied more and more on his body's instincts, because all his energy was focused on spell control. Now, no matter what he heard, Elwyn repeated it instinctively, and didn't notice the abnormality in Darian's voice at all.
His current state was very strange. Under the influence of magic, he seemed to be breaking away from reality and turning into magic itself.
What would happen if a wizard were to be infused with a large amount of magic?
Elwyn had experienced it once during the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, he had overused the magic of Gryffindor's Sorcerer's Stone, and the powerful and manic magic had almost torn his body apart. But in the end, with the help of the Book of Abraham, he absorbed the excess magic of the Sorcerer's Stone and evolved some of it into his own power.
Now, he was facing the same situation again. The Book of Abraham didn't respond.
Not only that, but Elwyn also had to use the power of the Sorcerer's Stone to increase the infusion of magic.
With his own strength, he was about to lose control of the magic gathering from all directions.
Once he lost control, the spell that had been released halfway would fail, and all his efforts would be wasted.
Without much thought, Elwyn waved his wand horizontally. Slytherin's locket flew up and floated in front of him. The lid opened, and Gryffindor's Sorcerer's Stone slowly floated out.
The orange-red light was embedded in the blue light, and endless power surged out of the Magic Stone.
Mana surged into Elwyn's body, and he frantically poured it into the wand in his hand.
With the influx of magic, Elwyn felt as if he was being squeezed from the inside like a balloon. His veins bulged, and it was not the color of blood, but the color of magic, alternating between light blue and orange-red.
It was even faster than before. His body was rapidly transforming into mana, gradually merging with the surrounding mana.
Below the hall, Darian saw Elwyn's body vanish at a speed visible to the naked eye, merging into the magic.
He stopped in horror and shouted at Elwyn, but the magic did not stop.
In the blink of an eye, Elwyn's body disappeared completely, leaving only a dark blue mass near the dome.
The library was trembling slightly, and the magic in the castle was still gathering there.
Even though the incantation had been interrupted, the magic did not stop.
Darian was worried and didn't know what to do. The records left by his ancestors had never mentioned such a situation.
At this moment, in the midst of the excruciating pain, Elwyn gritted his teeth and persevered!
The sound of his incantation grew louder and louder, and every word was shouted.
Suddenly, Darian's voice disappeared!
There was only the sound of magic trembling in Elwyn's ears, and he didn't hear the sound of Darian reciting the ancient magic text.
"Damn it, something went wrong after all!"
Elwyn was shocked. He raised his head abruptly and found that the surrounding scene had changed drastically. The library had disappeared, replaced by the scene outside the castle. He was standing at a very high place above the castle, and the scene in front of him was unobstructed.
Below the castle was a very lively medieval town, with quaint buildings lined up all the way into the distance. It looked somewhat like Hogsmeade, but much more spectacular than Hogsmeade. This was the territory of the Ravenclaw family a thousand years ago.
The town was bustling with people, both wizards and Muggles.
In addition, there were many armored Warriors and Knights, all dressed in medieval style.
These people didn't notice that a crisis was coming, and they were still acting as usual.
Elwyn's gaze continued forward. At the edge of the town was an endless lake, blue as sapphire.
But in the depths of the lake, the touch of green was unusually dazzling.
It was a sign of black magic, a ritual that the Ravenclaw family was opening the Gates of Death, a sign that an evil god was descending.
Because of the whole building, Elwyn couldn't see the specific situation in front of the Gates of Death.
He could only see the green magic light getting brighter and brighter. He stared there for a while, and then realized that his current position was very strange. He seemed to be watching everything from the perspective of the Valkyrie statue above the castle.
Then, Elwyn noticed that his state was also very strange.
"Where's Darian? What's going on with this magic? " Elwyn wasn't sure if he had failed. He found that he couldn't move at all. He was fixed here. He tried to look down, trying to see his body.
His body was gone, and what he saw was the magnificent Valkyrie statue, which seemed to be his current body.
Or more accurately, Elwyn was now attached to the Valkyrie statue, in a strange state.
He was surrounded by magic!
The magic flickered with a light blue glow, and countless magic gathered together to emit a blue light.
The magic attached to the Valkyrie statue, as if the whole statue was glowing.
The statue was also turning into magic!
Soon, the residents in the town noticed the abnormality. Elwyn saw many people stop and point at him.
Soldiers were gathering rapidly, and a few powerful Mages were flying toward the castle.
However, they stopped immediately. They were no longer paying attention to the image of the Valkyrie statue. Instead, they turned to look at the Gates of Death in the lake in horror. When Elwyn raised his gaze again, he saw a cloud of black fog floating up from the Gates of Death in the middle of the lake.
The black fog that covered the sky was flying toward the castle and the town below at an alarming speed.
He immediately saw clearly that it wasn't black fog, but countless black flies.
Only the most evil forbidden black magic could summon the black flies from hell.
This meant that the Gates of Death had been opened, and the evil god inside was about to descend!
Elwyn watched as the Mages, Warriors, Knights, and Muggle came into contact with the black flies. In the blink of an eye, their lives were snatched away. There wasn't even a reference left. Their souls were led by the black flies and flew toward the Gates of Death.
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