When the three people squeezed out and apparated, the rainstorm disappeared.

They appeared in a dilapidated bungalow. The house was full of broken shelves and hanging rings, and it was already abandoned. Only the peeling oil paintings on the wall and scattered tarot cards in the corners vaguely recorded the past stories.

This place used to be a circus performance place. Many years ago, Silby sneaked out here and watched a circus performance, but he was quickly taken back by his female officer.

After the phantom appeared, the old wizard was shocked. He first touched everywhere on his body, and after touching for a long time, he looked around, "This...this, what is this place?"

"Don't worry, you just need to know that you are safe. It's at least three days' journey from Gorongosa."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

After knowing that she was safe, the woman who had passed through the gate of hell and witnessed the tragic death of her husband cried bitterly. She hugged her knees and sat down on the ground, crying so sadly.

"Three days' journey?

The old man asked in horror.

"What magic did you just use?"

Silby: "Apparate and go where you want to go, as long as that place is visible or has an image in your mind."

The old man knelt down on the spot and prayed with tears in his eyes: "Please teach us this magic, teach us, and we will no longer be afraid of the church's pursuit."

"Don't worry, if you don't learn this magic well, your body and head will be separated." Silby looked at the looming manor in the distance: "Why don't you tell me first, what's going on recently? Why is the church persecuting like this?

you?"

"Don't you know?" the old man asked in shock.

"I don't know, I traveled here from other places."

Silby said casually. He stretched out his hand, and a pile of firewood flew to him and automatically formed a pile in front of him.

Then, Silby pointed at the firewood pile, and the firewood pile ignited, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold room.

"It turns out he is a stranger. No wonder he uses magic so well." The old man was shocked by Silby's hand. He asked cautiously: "I heard that there are many clever wizard families on the other side of the strait. Are you one of them?

A member of?"

His tone became polite and reserved.

Silby glanced at him and shook his head silently: "No."

The old man's shoulders immediately relaxed, and he seemed to have breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Why, do you have a problem with those wizard families?"

Silby used his inquiring spirit and wanted to ask about everything.

"No, no, how dare I, a country wizard, have such a thing?"

The old man sat on the ground with a wry smile and sighed: "Stranger, leave here as soon as possible. Walk as far as you want. Never set foot on this land again. This land is cursed. You must absorb the wizard.

blood, and eat the flesh of wizards.”

"Stop talking about those mysterious things, tell me, why is the church chasing you?"

"Why?"

The old man asked: "Who remembers this clearly?"

He sat down and put his hand on the fire: "It has been like this for many years. Ever since I was born, wizards and Muggles have had a hostile relationship, but at that time, they basically just drove out of the village or burned down the house.

, I won’t go to death like this. After all, we are all human beings.”

After a pause, the old man showed a look of fear: "But this situation completely changed seventeen years ago. At that time, the current pope of the church, Pope Gregory VII, came to the throne. That old monster. He has always hated wizards.

Rumor has it that he was born into a civilian family, his parents were killed by dark wizards, and he vowed to be incompatible with wizards from then on.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, but after he came to power, the church's persecution of wizards immediately rose to a fatal level. Moreover, in the definition of Gregory VII, we are not considered human beings, but devils from hell.

It flows with blasphemous blood."

"That's not true."

Silby immediately denied it and refused to acknowledge the church's claims.

He even refuses to accept the idea that he is a devil or a redeemer.

"Everyone knows that's not true."

The old man said helplessly: "But what do those Muggles know? Except for the top noble Muggles who are educated, they know more or less that this is not the case. But for the vast majority of ordinary Muggles, what the church says is what it is. As long as

If they can go to heaven, they can do anything."

At this time, the woman finally stopped choking and said with a thick nasal voice: "It's just that one can do magic and the other can't. They are born different."

"Yes, they are born different."

The old man followed the woman's words and said: "What else can we do? Let's fight. If we lose, we will be hunted everywhere."

"Won't you resist?"

Silby flicked the fire in front of her in a daze.

"Young man, it's not as easy as you say."

The old man sighed: "Even if I have some magic and can beat two adults, the Crusaders often send out hundreds of people, so there is no room for us to resist."

"Why don't you form an organization to protect yourself? It's easy for people to defeat you one by one if you move here and there."

Silby asked the question that concerned him most.

Judging from what he has seen and heard now, the only wizard camp that has formed an organization is Pandora City. That wizard city is still extremely loose. Wizards live in groups here and there, living in separate camps, without any long-term prospects.

A little thought.

Moreover, the lord of Pandora City calls himself the king, but the area that the king rules is really small. It cannot reach further areas at all.

On the other hand, the human kingdom is much larger in area, from Aragon to outside Aragon, Aquitaine, Burgundy, Lombardy, Lorraine, and the Holy Roman Empire that includes them all, and

Farther away Armenia, Sudan, etc...

A well-formed organization can naturally mobilize greater power. Silby didn't understand why there was such a loose relationship between wizards.

"Organization..." the old man said with a sad face: "Who will establish it, who dares to take this risk.

Most of those wizarding families that have been passed down for hundreds of years hide in their paradise and are indifferent to external affairs. Unless disasters reward them, they will not come out at all."

"It's already this time, why don't you come out?"

Silby was a little shocked, "You are all about to be killed by the church."

"Then you are overthinking," a rare hint of sarcasm appeared on the old man's face: "Those pure-blood families don't care about our life or death at all. They only care about the purity of the bloodline and the transmission of magic secrets. They will not even intermarry with outsiders.

brother and sister

It is commonplace for them to make peace between siblings. People like us whose ancestors were Muggles are considered mudbloods in their eyes. The bastards growing out of the mud are the possibility of tarnishing their pure, ancient and noble blood. They are eager to do so.

We die."

The old man's words stirred up Sylby's heart for a long time.

He saw something different from Pandora.

I saw something different from the noble Gryffindor and the cold Slytherin.

That is the saddest and most ordinary side of wizards.

He couldn't help but think of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor.

If they could become such powerful wizards at such a young age without the support of a huge family, Silby wouldn't believe it.

But they are the only two top wizards who went to Pandora City. In Sylby's eyes, the other wizards are still close to the top.

Who in Slytherin or Gryffindor thought of creating an organization for wizards to thrive?

Slytherin didn't want to, and Silby knew that. Judging from his collection of books in the snake's belly, he was probably only interested in Queen Pandora and the wealth behind the queen.

As a poisonous snake in the darkness, he is also used to being alone. When it comes to ruling, he can't even accommodate a powerful servant, so how can he rule?

As for Gryffindor, Silby thinks that Gryffindor may have the idea of ​​​​establishing an organization, but there is something wrong with the way he does things. In Silby's eyes, he is a charming warrior, but he is not really a success.

of rulers.

He has been wandering around for so many years, but he only has one boat by his side. The boat is also covered with gold for showing off. This is not the behavior of a real king.

After the old man and his daughter went to bed, Silby sat by the fire and thought about his life and future.

It is true that he wanted to find the guy who appeared in his dream and made him admire him. But when he found that even Gryffindor could not meet his requirements, his obsession was no longer so deep. In other words,

Buried deep in his heart.

What replaced it was a deep dissatisfaction with the status quo.

He was locked up in the manor by his father for more than ten years and in a tower for several years, all thanks to the church. The church could do this because they knew the rules.

The rules of human consciousness and the rules of the development of things.

Knowing the rules, even a child can knock down an elephant.

This is destined to be an unfair battle, and the wizards are too ignorant.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.
To be continued...