Chapter 1332? No Longer a Squib

The nave and side halls of the Ravenclaw Temple are well-arranged. The arc roof in the center of the temple is very high, and there is another higher hyperbolic curved roof on the semicircular apse. The height of the vaults increases successively, and standing at the main entrance, you can directly see the vaults of the nave, cross and apse. The stained glass installed on the vault, together with the vault, has a light filtering effect that simulates the light perception produced by light passing through densely packed leaves, which enhances the appeal and solemnity of the temple.

The huge statue of Rowena Ravenclaw connecting the indoor world in the empty hall and the five-headed dragon relief as her mount stared down at the temple. Many ravens fly and inhabit under the starry sky on the dome, which adds a lot of mystery to the temple. Of course, there are more ghosts who come here, densely packed pearls floating on high places to make way for the living. white tide.

Puffs of mood-affecting smoke from burning frankincense drifted from the muzzles carved in relief on the pillars of the temple. From time to time, wizards dressed in dark blue god-servants would fill the carefully decorated iron tripods in those pillars with new spices.

Compared with the time when it was announced in the temple that Ravenclaw can turn squibs into wizards and materialize ghosts, there are more people in the temple today. Looking down from a height, it is densely packed with human heads, and people are rubbing shoulders. crowded together. Even senior officials of the Ministry of Magic cannot get more spacious space under such circumstances.

Babajid Akinbad, Madam Maxim, High Priest Kusrapari who came from India...Many foreign dignitaries gathered here, and Owen Harris couldn't do it as usual Choose the middlemost position...

And even with so many people, whether it was out of belief and reverence for the Ravenclaw Goddess, or because they wanted to wait for the results of the experiment, the temple remained silent, and no one dared to make any noise.

Babajid, who was standing beside Owen, seemed a little absent-minded. The recent transactions between Floating Void City and Muggles are actually wandering on the edge of the "Secrecy Act", which has caused many borderline problems.

After many countries that strongly advocated sanctions against the UK found that the sanctions against the UK were useless and were suppressed, they continued to ask the International Wizarding Union to protest and sanction these actions against the UK, and there were even roaring letters in the successive letters.

But in the face of Harris' strength and power, the International Federation of Wizards can't exert influence on Britain at all.

Babajid had already decided that since neither side could afford to offend, then both sides would make peace. As long as the two sides were stable, he planned to maintain it until his retirement.

And if Squibs can cast magic in the future and don't need to live in the Muggle world, then wizards can hide themselves better, stay away from Muggles, and avoid the Muggle world. The Muggle trade is the best reason to increase the exposure of the wizarding world.

And the Squibs blessed by Ravenclaw today, everyone is separated by an arm's length,

Has faded away from the less magical attire before, holding the wand that Allen personally made for them.

As the high priest of the temple, Katie Bell, like other clergy, held an extra staff that was a little bigger than their head today. These staffs were painted with some confusing ancient magic words, and it The above writing method is different from the system generally recognized by wizards in this world.

Katie walked up to the Squibs, and her voice spread far in the quiet temple: "The benevolent Goddess Ravenclaw bestowed upon you magic power and hope, and you must not disappoint the abilities given by the Goddess to ignite magical powers, To accumulate knowledge, to illuminate the direction of progress with wisdom... to sweep the gifts bestowed by the goddess like the omnipresent wind."

The squibs in the arena focused on the magic wands in their hands, and the eyes of the people around them seemed to turn into heavy pressure, pressing on them, which did not pose any threat to them who had actually verified it many times before. .

"Fluorescent flickering!"

The incantation sounded in unison.

Suddenly, a faint fluorescent light lit up on the tip of the wand in Filch's hand, and the wand trembled unconsciously, as if shaking the hearts of the wizards. Another point of fluorescent light is on, and the lighted fluorescent light continues to increase...

Whoosh, whoosh—bang—the celebration fireworks outside the temple soared into the sky, and the bright fireworks shone in through the colored windows, making the faces excited, excited, and in awe... The cheers in the temple seemed to be overwhelming. The dome was overturned, and at the same time, countless wizards knelt down to the tall Ravenclaw statue and prayed devoutly.

The voice of this prayer made the temple somewhat disturbing and strange, but overall it was somewhat in line with what was going on.

Babajid clapped his hands vigorously, which was exactly what he wanted; Madam Maxim gracefully took off the white gloves that extended to her arms, and her eyes fell on the tall statue of the goddess, feeling a little more reverent in her heart; Kuslapa The High Priest in Li firmly grabbed the sari on his body, and stared almost greedily at these squibs who were casting a spell. Compared with other countries, they had a larger population base and had more wizards, and the number of squibs far exceeded other countries.

And under the five-headed dragon statue.

Filch moved his wand closer with trembling hands, and the dots of fluorescence reflected in his cloudy eyes, as if it had become his whole world. The corners of his brows trembled, and even the wrinkled old face was faintly glowing red, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but he was reluctant to blink, letting the tears run down his face—it wasn't him It was the first time to successfully cast magic, but it was the first time to prove that he was not a squib in front of others.

Petunia's brows were full of joy, her neck, which was already longer than others, stretched forward abruptly, Dudley was so happy that his lower lip was wrapped around his upper lip, his face was raised into a pimple, and he frantically waved the wand in his hand and released it. More shine.

Only Mr. Granger and Mrs. Clearwater were very excited and joyful, but as insiders who knew the internal affairs, and they didn't look forward to today like Filch and Petunia for almost a lifetime, so they behaved fairly normal.

Off the court, Mrs. Pince, wearing a black pointed wizard hat, walked over quickly. Her skinny hands supported Filch, who was shaking a little due to excitement. The one looked like a malnourished A smile appeared on Vulture's face, and he took out a handkerchief and handed it to old Filch: "I think you should come to the library more often in the future, wipe away your tears, how old are you, let people see the joke... don't let Tears and snot have stained the book."

"Irma, those brats can stop laughing at me behind my back, I'm not a Squib anymore..." Filch said hoarsely, his tone more confident than ever, and he smacked his face with his handkerchief. After wiping his face, his usually stooped back seemed to straighten up a bit.

Off the court, only Vernon and his nephew Harry, who realized they were going to spend more time with them, seemed less happy.

Vernon's cheeks with a fat double chin turned into liver-colored, and his fists were clenched tightly. Now his wife and son really became a member of the weirdo this time, and he watched unwillingly. The statue of the goddess on the dragon statue, muttering and complaining: "I obviously prayed to you to let them fail...I am so sincere...This is good, I am the weirdo..."

However, hearing the news, more and more wizards rushed over, and Vernon's complaints were lost in the raging cheers and shouts, and even he himself couldn't hear what he was talking about.