In 950, at dawn, fire burned every inch of Constantinople. Five years after the start of the war, Silby mobilized all the wizards on the continent and launched the final siege on the Church.
His men were extremely excited. That was the last territory of the Church, and there was a large amount of wealth accumulated by the Church over hundreds of years. There were also countless believers, many of whom were beautiful.
At the moment when their desires were about to be satisfied, groups of wizards raised their weapons and rushed towards the city walls. The ancient walls quickly collapsed under the magic. Countless burning Church soldiers screamed and fell from the high walls to the ground. The Muggle civilians wailed and cried at the hands of the red-eyed wizards.
In sharp contrast to the frenzy on the main battlefield, the battlefield behind them was cold and cheerless.
Ravenclaw held her wand alone, looking for something in the back of the battlefield. After a long time, she still could not find their king. That guy had been hiding since the beginning of the war.
She had to set off to a more remote place, so remote that she could not hear the frenzied, impetuous, and crazy voices on the main battlefield.
Finally, she found Silby, where the old city walls were. General Silby sat alone on the high wall, wearing a five-fingered crown and a red cloak. Looking at the burning fire in the distance, he did not move, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.
Ravenclaw put away her wand and came to Silby. "Don't you want to go in and take care of it? I'm afraid that without anyone to restrain them, they will burn and loot the city and destroy everything. "
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion from the city wall in the distance. A huge Treant rose from the ground. It was Oleyard. He laughed happily and used his roots to break a big hole in the city wall. Screams could be heard everywhere.
Under the light of the fire, Silby's face looked very cold. He asked Ravenclaw, "According to your experience and understanding, what kind of empire will we become?"
"The first wizard empire in history," Ravenclaw said. "This is something that has never been done before."
She put her arm around Silby's shoulder and praised, "Everyone will remember your name. You will become the Caesar of wizards."
"Caesar," Silby said with a self-deprecating smile. "Who will govern such a huge empire for me?"
Ravenclaw thought for a moment and said, "You are the king, so you can do whatever you want. If you want, you can give the territories to different top wizards and let them help you manage the empire. That's what Muggles do. "
"Are they waiting for me to die before they start fighting?" Silby glanced at Ravenclaw.
Ravenclaw trembled slightly and looked at him in disbelief. "How could this be …?"
Silby looked at the burning fire. "My father, Ramiro the First, was the legendary king of Navarre, the illegitimate son of Sancho the Third. When Sancho was alive, the kingdom was full of singing and dancing. But two hours after his death, my father declared himself king in Aragon and fought with his brothers."
"We've been together for five years. Do you think we'll betray you?" Ravenclaw asked in disbelief.
"Emotions are always fleeting. I don't believe in any verbal loyalty." The fire in Silby's eyes flickered, but his eyes dimmed even more.
"Why don't you trust us?" Ravenclaw asked.
Silby shook his head. "I have a small idea. Do you know what I want to do?"
"What do you want to do?" Ravenclaw was curious.
Silby replied, "There's no lack of intelligent Muggles. They can be used as advisors and consul. I want to build a perfect information system, intelligence system, and education system. We can implant the idea of worshipping wizards into the hearts of the Muggles. This way, they will serve wizards for generations. "
"You want the Muggles to be our consul?"
Ravenclaw's expression changed and immediately became vigilant.
Silby said, "Don't worry. If there's no special opportunity, they won't be able to resist. What's done can't be undone. Without the help of the Church, we're much stronger than them. "
"No, no!"
Ravenclaw's reaction was unusually intense. She said agitatedly, "We just got rid of one Church. We can't immediately step into the control of another. Muggles and wizards can't coexist peacefully. I won't agree to your idea. Slytherin won't agree, Gryffindor won't agree, and even Hufflepuff won't agree! "
Silby's expression became dull.
"If that's the case, then let's withdraw," he said calmly.
"What?" Ravenclaw didn't understand. "What … did you say?"
"I said, let's withdraw. There's no need to continue. "Silby patted his butt and stood up." The goal has been achieved. "
Ravenclaw followed behind Silby in disbelief. "We haven't completely conquered Constantinople. Pope Gregory is still alive. We need a symbolic event to announce the end of the war. All wizards need a symbolic event to announce the end of the war. What you're doing is completely against the wishes of all wizards! "
Silby's expression was as cold as iron. "Killing the Pope doesn't make a difference. It's just venting."
"Your Majesty!"
"Enough." Silby's expression was as cold as iron. "You can give me ideas, but I don't need you to make decisions for me. Now, let Slytherin and Gryffindor gather their men and withdraw immediately."
Ravenclaw looked at Silby with an incomprehensible expression, as if she was looking at a stranger. However, out of respect, she still chose to carry out Silby's order.
The execution of the order was extremely difficult. It was extremely difficult to pull back the wizards who had earned a lot from the frontlines. It was as difficult as dragging the meat out of a lion's mouth when it was enjoying its meal.
The order that had been given naturally in the past was greatly hindered on this day. No one could understand Silby's thoughts. It was extremely difficult for them to fail at the final moment of victory.
When Ravenclaw returned with Gryffindor and Slytherin, Gryffindor was so angry that he threw the fairy's sword on the ground and shouted angrily, "What the hell!? Why do we have to withdraw? You let him go five years ago. Why do you want to let him go again? "
Slytherin calmly suggested, "Letting a tiger go back to the mountains is a taboo of taboo. The Pope is not dead. With the large number of Muggles, they can quickly form a new church and continue to persecute the wizards. It wasn't easy for us to get to this point. We can't just give up like this. "
Hufflepuff looked at Silby with a gloomy expression. "I don't want to say much, but I agree with Slytherin's opinion. Since you want to ensure the survival of the wizards, there are some dirty things that we have to do."
"Silence."
Silby raised a finger.
The noisy crowd quieted down.
The torrent of water had been flowing on a wide riverbed, but it suddenly encountered an indestructible reef. It had no choice but to go in circles.
The prestige that he had accumulated over the past five years made the four of them and the other wizards shut their mouths. They realized that the person in front of them was not only their king, but also a powerful wizard. Even though he had made an inconceivable decision, he was still the commander.
However, this king did not last long. Silby took off the crown on his head and calmly placed it on the table.
"The church has been driven out of the continent by us. At least, they won't be coming back for a long time. I have done what I promised you. From today onwards, I am no longer your commander. I am also no longer your king. "
Ravenclaw felt her vision go dark. She could not believe that this guy would make such an inconceivable decision in front of everyone.
After a few seconds of silence.
Everyone was in an uproar.
No one thought that Silby was telling the truth. Everyone thought that he was joking. Some even laughed along. But gradually, they realized that something was wrong.
Silby's expression did not change at all. This guy was not joking. He was serious. The joke gradually turned into a horrifying argument. The wizards stepped forward and asked for the reason. However, what happened next almost made them faint.
Silby did not answer at all. Instead, he took out a map of Europe and threw it in front of the arguing wizards. He only said a few words. "Give it to each of you."
After that, he did not care about the wizards behind him and left the army camp.
All the arguments came to an abrupt end. The church and the Pope were completely forgotten. Almost everyone looked at the map, their eyes flashing with greed and calculation.
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In the blink of an eye, another five years had passed.
Autumn, deep in the mountains, Pandora.
In the dense forest, there were withered leaves everywhere. A unicorn slowly stepped on the ground covered with fallen leaves. On the unicorn, there was a woman in a blue robe sitting cross-legged. One of her legs was crossed on the back of the unicorn, while the other was hanging freely. There was a bell tied to her leg. She swayed as she walked.
Ravenclaw appeared again. This time, she rode on the unicorn. She went around the dark forest and came to the abandoned city.
Pandora used to be crowded and lively. But after the facade was exposed, there was no one left. The wild plants took less than five years to take over most of the city.
However, the deer and wild rabbits jumping in the forest added some liveliness to this desolate place.
Following the path in the forest, she came to a tall tower by the sea.
Under the tower, there was a simple farm. There was a cow chewing on grass, a few guinea fowls pecking on the ground, and a bed of cabbage. There was nothing else.
She got off the unicorn and pushed open the half-closed wooden door of the tower with a creak. Some fine dust fell from the air. It landed on the piles of books below. There were a lot of parchments scattered on the ground, as well as some fish bones and eggshells.
"Silby." Ravenclaw shouted. She knocked on the door. "Are you here?"
There was no answer. She bent down and flipped through the parchments on the ground. The parchments were filled with theories written in ink.
"Mind Flow Curse …? What is this … "
She muttered to herself as she flipped through a few pages of parchments. But she realized that she could not understand what Silby wrote. However, there was a strange attraction to the content, which attracted her to continue reading.
"Hi, Ravenclaw."
Just as she was reading the content on the parchments, someone called her from behind.
Ravenclaw did not notice. She quickly put down the parchments and turned around.
A middle-aged man with unkempt hair and a straight face walked in from outside the door. He was skinny and wore coarse linen clothes. He held an iron bucket in one hand and a few sardines in the other. The fish must have been caught not long ago as they were still alive and kicking.
"You …"
Ravenclaw looked at Silby, who was dressed like an ordinary fisherman. It took her a while to recognize him.
Ever since she met Silby, he was an exceptionally handsome young man. He held a high position and was dressed in fine clothes.
It was hard to imagine that after a few years, he had become a farmer and fisherman. He relied on farming and fishing for a living. He looked very sloppy. Ravenclaw almost did not dare to recognize him.
"Long time no see. What are you doing here?" Silby reminded her.
Ravenclaw reacted. "I, I missed you. I wanted to come and see you." She paused and said, "It was hard to find you here."
"It wasn't hard for you, the great fortune-teller." Silby placed the fish on the wall. He did not show any enthusiasm or coldness. It was as if they had not seen each other for five years, but five minutes.
"Come on, I followed the footprints." Ravenclaw returned to normal. She joked, "It's a mess outside. You're living here leisurely."
"Leisurely? Not that leisurely."
Silby shrugged and brought in a cow from outside the door. He then squatted down and began to milk the cow in the tin bucket. Just three meals a day is enough for me to worry about. "
He was very focused while milking the cow. Every pull and twist was very serious. His cow even snorted comfortably.
Looking at the middle-aged man milking the cow, Ravenclaw did not know whether to laugh or cry. There was no one weirder than this guy. He did not want to be a king and ran to live in seclusion deep in the mountains. He was actually enjoying it.
After milking the cow, Silby carried the bucket and took out two wooden cups from the cupboard. He poured two cups, one for himself and one for Ravenclaw.
He drank the milk that he had just squeezed out in one gulp. Slurping sounds came from his mouth as the white liquid dripped onto his thick cheeks.
"Have a taste." He suggested.
Ravenclaw could not refuse. She took a sip. There was a faint taste of alfalfa in her mouth. It was quite delicious.
"Tell me, we haven't seen each other for five years. Why are you looking for me?"
Silby put down the cup and asked.
"I said, I miss you."
Ravenclaw rolled her eyes at Silby. "Can't I come if I don't have anything to do?"
Silby was not moved. He only stared at Ravenclaw, waiting for other answers. After a while, Ravenclaw could not hold it in anymore. She put down the cup and said seriously, "I have no intention to disturb your seclusion, Silby. But it's a mess outside. A few wizard duchies have been attacking each other for years. The number of wizards has decreased greatly. If this continues, we will return to the level where we were suppressed by the church. "
Silby shrugged indifferently. "What does the wizard civil war have to do with me? I only said that I would expel the wizards from the church and give them a place to live. I did it."
"Then is this what you want to see?"
Ravenclaw asked.
Silby's lips curled up slightly. However, his smile was hidden by his beard.
He said, "As the population declines, you can encourage wizards and Muggles to intermarry, and then produce as many offspring as possible. In this way, the proportion of wizards in the future generations will always increase. Generation after generation, the relationship between wizards and Muggles will also be eased. After all, they have common offspring."
Ravenclaw shook her head. "They won't agree, Silby. You know that wizards always pursue noble and pure bloodlines. No one will marry muggles except for those who have no other choice."
"Then there's no other way."
Silby said indifferently. He was not surprised. He bent down to pick up the parchments scattered on the ground. "You don't want to compromise with the muggles and your own people, so you have to fight them to the end. Since you fight, you will die. Good luck, Ravenclaw."
Ravenclaw did not leave. She said, "I know you have conflicting ideas with us, but in fact, we've improved a lot. Politically, we've formed two alliances, one in France and the other in the Far North. We even set up our own magic schools to teach young wizards magic. This has only happened in the past five years. We can do much more. "
"Since you're doing well, why come to me?"
"There are magic schools everywhere. The three of us also want to set up one in England to teach young wizards."
Ravenclaw paused for a moment. "But the four of us kept arguing about who should be the headmaster. We couldn't come to a conclusion for a long time. In the end, we all thought of you. No one is more suitable than you to be the headmaster of our magic school."
Silby couldn't help but laugh. "You still haven't given up on me after I quit."
"I miss you very much, Silby. So do the other three. We all miss you very much."
Silby shook his head. "Save the pleasantries. I'm curious. Do you train young wizards because of the war?"
"Yes. We need more power, including yours," Ravenclaw said.
Ravenklaus said, "I admit that we are asking you to go back out of selfishness. But I think that you don't want to rot in this forest with cows in your prime."
"I'm a muggle. I don't care if a muggle descendant enters the school."
"You can discuss this with Slytherin. I think he'll compromise with you."
Silby sat down. He tapped his fingers on the table and fell into deep thought. Ravenclaw did not disturb him. She quietly waited for his reply.
Finally, Silby finished thinking. He looked up and said, "I can agree to your request to be the headmaster, but I also have a request."
"What request?"
Silby said. "You have to help me collect all the existing forbidden magic in the world. I want to build the world's largest library."
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