Chapter 186: The Pink Toad!
Just as Fudge was nursing a headache,
a knock came at the door.
Fudge frowned.
"Come in."
The office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in.
"Umbridge? What is it?"
Umbridge was dressed entirely in pink, looking very much like a pink toad.
Honestly, it was hideous.
Umbridge bowed slightly. "Respected Minister, I have observed that you have been very distressed these past two days. I believe I might be able to help you solve your problem."
Fudge's eyes lit up. He trusted Umbridge very much.
Yes, you heard that right. He trusted Umbridge very much.
The reason was simple.
He held all of Umbridge's secrets.
He forgot where he had read it.
Perhaps he had learned it from a book from Great Xia that he read when he first became the Minister for Magic.
If you truly want to employ someone, you must hold leverage over them.
For instance, Umbridge, who often claimed to be a pure-blood, was actually a half-blood.
Not only was she a half-blood, but she also had a Squibbrother.
Yes, this was the truth Umbridge needed to hide the most.
It was also the biggest leverage he held over her.
If this secret were to be exposed,
then Umbridge would be completely ruined.
After all, she only had her current position because she pretended to be a pure-blood, catering to the preferences of those pure-blood lords to target half-bloods.
Just imagine what would await her if her half-blood status were exposed.
It would be a truly terrifying thing.
Fudge said, "Oh? Let's hear it."
Umbridge said, "Perhaps we can divert the public's attention."
Fudge grew interested. "Be more specific."
Umbridge said, "The Wizards' current denunciation of the Ministry of Magic is simply because they are too idle. With nothing to do, they need a topic, some post-dinner gossip.
Since that's the case, I think we can give them something to talk about."
Fudge nodded. "Very interesting. What topic? Tell me about it."
Umbridge said, "Perhaps we can bring up an old matter again—Gringotts."
"Gringotts?"
Umbridge nodded. "Yes. The hype around Gringotts has died down for a while now.
However, those damn Goblins did indeed embezzle a lot of money, even though they have managed to return it.
But that still cannot cover up the fact that they embezzled the money.
In the past, Wizards needed to deposit their money in Gringotts, letting those Goblins safeguard their wealth.
But what about now? Now, they can completely convert Galleons into energy points and store them in energy cards.
That is even safer than keeping it with the Goblins.
Furthermore, you must have noticed that this might have been the Rosier family's goal from the very beginning.
If we bring this matter up again, or even ban Gringotts, we might be able to take this opportunity to establish a connection with the Rosier family."
Fudge's eyes lit up.
Did he notice? Not at all.
He only cared about his own power; how could he bother with such things?
However, it didn't matter if he couldn't see it. It didn't affect his ability to use Umbridge's plan.
Other matters were unimportant. What mattered was what Umbridge said about establishing a connection with the Rosier family.
Anyone with eyes could see it now.
The Rosier family was becoming more and more terrifying, and their influence was growing stronger.
The young master of the Rosier family even controlled a terrifying power like the Acolytes.
Even the International Department of Magic had to show him respect.
He had also attended the gathering of the International Department of Magic that day.
He had witnessed Darwin's terrifying combat power with his own eyes.
Even Dumbledore could do nothing against him.
Fudge had long been tempted.
If possible, he really wanted to cling to this powerful backer.
But unfortunately, he had no opportunity.
Nor did he have a reason to do so.
The Rosier family didn't bother to contact him at all.
Even if he wanted to initiate contact, he had no way in.
And now, Umbridge's words undoubtedly gave him a great inspiration.
Perhaps he really could.
Fudge said, "Very well, Umbridge. Your idea is excellent.
If you handle this matter well, I promise that one day in the future, you will become the Senior Undersecretary.
That day will certainly not be too far off."
Hearing this, Umbridge's eyes instantly lit up.
Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic—that was the position of her dreams.
Umbridge had an absolute obsession with climbing the social ladder.
Because of her family, she had always been insecure.
Especially the matter of having a Squib brother.
That was why, after entering Hogwarts, she pretended to be a pure-blood.
This lie had lasted for decades.
Up until today.
Umbridge knew better than anyone else that she needed status and power.
Umbridge bowed. "Thank you, Minister. I will never forget your kindness."
Hearing Umbridge say this,
Fudge was very satisfied. As expected, Great Xia taught real wisdom.
Wasn't she under his control perfectly?
He failed to see the cold gleam that flashed in Umbridge's eyes the moment she lowered her head.
Only Fudge knew her secret.
And to better control her,
Fudge had even helped her cover up these secrets.
Therefore, if Fudge died, no one would ever know these secrets.
Obviously, Fudge had indeed studied some of Great Xia's political tactics.
But his study was too superficial.
He had no idea that no matter what political tactics were used, they required absolute strength as a foundation.
Clearly, Fudge did not have that kind of strength at all.
Fudge said, "I'll leave this matter to you. I want the Wizarding World to shut up quickly; I'm getting rather tired of it."
Umbridge nodded. "As you wish, Minister."
An hour later.
At Rosier Manor in Britain. It was the weekend, so Darwinnaturally wouldn't miserably stay at school.
How boring would that be?
Cassandra walked in. "Your Eminence, Umbridge has arrived."
Darwin put down the newspaper in his hand.
"Oh? It seems that although this pink toad is ugly, she works quite fast.
Let her in."
Cassandra nodded.
Before long, Umbridge was brought in.
Umbridge had a flattering smile on her face.
"Hello, Mr. Rosier!"
Darwin nodded. "Get to the point."
Umbridge quickly said, "Fudge has agreed. Soon, the Gringotts matter will be brought up again."
Darwin nodded. "Well done. So, are you here to claim credit today?"
Umbridge shook her head quickly. "No, I wanted to ask you, what do you think is the best way to proceed next?"
Chapter 187: The Truth-Seeking Trio.
Darwin frowned. "What to do? Do you still need to ask me this? If you don't even know what to do, Umbridge, your abilities might be lower than I imagined."
Hearing this, Umbridge was startled.
She hurriedly said, "No, no, no, Your Grace, I didn't mean that. I was just afraid that you wouldn't be satisfied with what I do."
Darwin said, "I only care about results. As long as the results are delivered, the process is not important. Do you understand?"
Umbridge nodded quickly. "I understand, Your Grace."
Darwin waved his hand. "Go do it, Umbridge. Let me see your capabilities. The Minister for Magic position is due for a change, and the next one might just be you!"
Hearing this, Umbridge's body trembled with excitement.
If Fudge said he would let her be the Deputy Minister, it might just be an empty promise.
But if Darwin said it like that...
The credibility was simply too high. After all, the Ministry of Magic was actually controlled by pure-blood family.
And now, as the initiator of the Pure-blood Pact, the Rosier family held a terrifyingly heavy say in matters.
After Umbridge left...
Cassandra said, "Your Grace, this person won't do. She has ambition, I can tell. Moreover, she doesn't seem to fit your screening criteria for subordinates."
Darwin said, "Of course she doesn't fit."
Cassandra asked doubtfully, "Then why did you say you'd let her be the Minister for Magic?"
Darwin chuckled. "When did I say that?"
Cassandra was stunned. That's right, it seemed her Grace hadn't actually said that.
Darwin stood up and stretched lazily.
"Once things are done, arrange for someone to get rid of her. She's disgusting to look at. Let's go back to school, classes start again tomorrow."
Cassandra nodded. "I understand, Your Grace."
Darwin and Cassandra walked out together.
Darwin casually asked, "What are that Malfoy child and Harry Potter, the Savior, up to recently?"
Cassandra said, "They've been hanging out with Ravenclaw's Hermione Granger, investigating the matter of the Philosopher's Stone."
"They've already tracked it down to Quirrell and have started suspecting him."
Darwin nodded.
That was a bit interesting. Although they weren't both sorted into Gryffindor like in the original work...
...Harry Potter still ended up hanging out with Hermione.
One could only say that some plots could be changed.
But the majority of the plot had already been scripted long ago.
Much like how Harry Potter and Draco met Hermione.
Originally, they had met on the train.
Later, during the rotating classes...
Gryffindor had classes together with Ravenclaw.
As a result, that foul-mouthed Ron still acted like a jerk just like in the original work.
Coincidentally, Draco and Harry Potter had always been at odds with Ron.
So they spoke up for Hermione.
On one hand, they already knew Hermione; on the other hand, it was also a chance to curse the Weasley nuisance.
So, back and forth, they became fast friends.
Later, they even investigated the matter of the Philosopher's Stone together.
Of course, because of Darwin's intervention, many things had actually changed.
For instance, Harry Potter never suspected Snape at all.
As Harry Potter's guide into the Wizarding World, Darwinhad a subtle and profound influence on him.
Chief among them was that he always remembered what Darwin had said.
Snape was absolutely trustworthy.
Harry Potter hadn't just heard this from Darwin.
He had also learned more from Petunia.
Petunia said that Snape's feelings for his mother were true love.
Therefore, Snape would never harm him.
And because of what Harry Potter said during their first Potions Class, coupled with the fact that Harry Potter now belonged to Slytherin, Snape couldn't really target Harry Potter.
Instead, it eased their relationship quite a bit.
Putting aside prejudices, many things became very obvious.
Harry Potter couldn't think of a single reason to suspect Snape.
And after ruling out Snape, the person most easily misunderstood...
Quirrell was as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark.
The two of them used Apparition to arrive in Hogsmeade.
Then they walked toward Hogwarts.
Darwin said, "To what stage has the matter on Daxia's side progressed?"
Cassandra said, "Minister Liu Feng contacted me a few days ago. Daxia has already agreed, and I've also arranged for people to check out the market and research routes and the like."
"Next weekend, Your Grace, you can sign a long-term cooperation contract with Daxia."
Hearing this, Darwin was very satisfied with the progress.
Needless to say, Cassandra did things very methodically now.
Moreover, compared to her past self, she was much more decisive now.
Darwin said, "Very well. Since Daxia is ready on their end, we need to pick up the pace on our side as well."
"Cooperating with Daxia is our top priority right now."
"Daxia is a treasured land. That mysterious Eastern land is full of treasures."
"And even leaving aside those riches, Daxia's strength alone demands our utmost respect and attention."
Cassandra nodded. "I understand, Your Grace."
This wasn't the first time Darwin had said such things.
He simply couldn't afford not to be solemn about it.
That was Daxia after all.
Meanwhile...
In Daxia, within the Kunlun Taoist Palace...
A group of old men gathered together, watching the mirror that Minister Liu Feng had brought back.
Inside the mirror was precisely the scene of Darwinfighting.
The group of old men, dressed in Taoist robes with exceptionally long beards, you have to admit, looked truly ethereal and otherworldly.
And these old men were truly the core foundation of Daxia today.
Not only were there elders from the Kunlun Taoist Palace, but there were also elders from the North Sea Academy.
However, as soon as these ethereal figures opened their mouths, their majestic facade shattered.
"Holy shit? Is this the Dao? This kid has touched upon the Dao?"
"Looks like it. Ordinary spells or techniques could never achieve this kind of effect."
"How is that possible? Isn't magic over in the West capped at the limit of spells? That Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and what's-his-name, Voldemort—even though they've also grazed the edges of the Dao, that was due to their talent and age."
"This kid is only eleven or twelve years old, how did he touch upon the Dao? What kind of talent is this?"
"So, Minister Liu Feng transmitted this footage back. What do you all say? Could this child be that person?"
Hearing this, the group of old codgers instantly fell silent.
They exchanged glances with one another.
"It's possible. At this age, being able to touch upon the Dao—especially since the West doesn't have a heritage of the Dao..."
"Even in our East, although the Dao has a heritage, very few people manage to master it. At this kid's age, it's truly a high possibility."
Chapter 188: The Trio in Action!
"That's not right. Even if it really is him, it still doesn't match up."
According to the result deduced by the old Headmasterback then using the turtle shells left behind from the Pre-Qin period.
Even if he really did appear, he shouldn't possess this kind of strength right now.
This simply doesn't make sense. If he really has this kind of strength, his bloodline talent would have to be at least god-tier.
With god-tier bloodline talent, would those high-and-mighty scumbags fail to notice him?
Would they keep him around? Impossible. Don't forget how those scumbags deal with people who have god-tier bloodline talent."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent.
"But if it isn't him, you can't explain his strength. At this age, this level of strength is too abnormal; it simply doesn't make sense."
"What's the use of arguing about this now? If it is him, then we'll naturally see it in the future.
Besides, does it matter whether it's him or not?
It's not like we've never encountered times when someone was suspected of being the game-breaker.
Don't forget that child from Beihai Academy."
Everyone stopped talking, not knowing whether it was because that child was brought up, or because they felt the old man made sense.
"Next week, Minister Liu Feng will go sign the contract with that child. If anyone is really interested, you might as well follow along and take a look."
A group of old men's eyes lit up.
However, the old man continued, "However, don't go too many people—at most two. If too many go, to say nothing of anything else,
you wouldn't be able to justify it to the country. What kind of major event could possibly require all of you to mobilize?
Don't forget, we also have our own duties. The time away must absolutely not be too long. Furthermore, after that child gains the trust of the upper echelons,
that child will have the opportunity to enter Daxia. When that time comes, you can look all you want."
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
They didn't say anything more.
Darwin had no idea that over on Daxia's side, because of him, a discussion had been stirred up.
He was currently in his own dormitory.
Sitting in front of his desk, his notebook used for recording was placed upon it.
On it, a whole bunch of information was densely recorded.
Many pieces of information had been crossed out with a pen.
This showed that these were things Darwin had already finished doing.
There were still some things left unfinished, or rather, not done to perfection.
Darwin crossed out the bottom-most item—establishing contact with Daxia.
He directly crossed it out with a quill.
Afterwards, he started a new line.
"Contact the Daxia supernatural world."
After finishing all this,
Darwin put away his notebook.
He stretched lazily.
It was getting close; things had to be done step by step.
Right now, everything was developing in a good direction.
This was a good thing. He had plenty of time and could take it step by step.
Having come to Britain for nearly a year, he had done so many things that ordinary people might not be able to accomplish in a lifetime.
To say he wasn't proud would be a lie.
Darwin also had the qualifications to be proud.
When he came to Britain, he truly started from scratch.
School life had entered garbage time.
Of course, for Darwin, that was how it was.
But for Harry Potter and the others, it wasn't like that.
With the addition of Hermione as their mastermind,
the two fools, Harry Potter and Draco, had used some clues to roughly sort out the context of everything.
Inside the library.
The three of them huddled in a corner.
Harry Potter said, "Now, what we can be certain of is that Quirrell really wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone."
Draco said, "But what's the reason? Why would he want to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"
Hermione said, "The book says that the Philosopher's Stone can grant others eternal life. Nicolas Flamel has lived until now entirely relying on the Philosopher's Stone."
"So Quirrell wants immortality?"
Draco asked with some surprise.
Harry Potter scratched his head. "I always feel like it's not that simple.
Do you guys still remember? I said that when I met Quirrell, the scar on my forehead would hurt, although I haven't felt it for a while now.
But when we first entered school in the Great Hall, it was like that."
Hermione frowned and said, "Your scar was left behind by the Dark Lord.
So, are you suspecting that this matter has something to do with the Dark Lord?"
Harry Potter nodded. "Yeah, that's what I think."
Draco said, "Impossible, the Dark Lord is already dead. My dad said so."
Harry Potter said, "Maybe, but I always feel there's a problem in the middle."
Hermione said, "Never mind all that. Now we already know the things we ought to know.
Quirrell tricked Hagrid out of the method to get past the three-headed dog, and he has been laying out his plans for so long.
So I think he'll make a move very soon. We should tell Dumbledore about this as soon as possible."
Hermione's proposal was approved by Harry Potter and Draco.
Harry Potter said, "Then let's go find Dumbledore right now."
After making up their minds,
the three of them walked toward the Headmaster's office.
Not long after, the three came to the entrance of the Headmaster's office and knocked on the door.
However, there was not the slightest response from inside.
While the three were puzzled, Professor McGonagallwalked over.
"What are you three doing?"
Harry Potter said, "Professor McGonagall, we have something important to report to Professor Dumbledore."
Professor McGonagall said, "Dumbledore has gone to the headquarters of the International Department of Magic for a meeting. The meeting lasts four days and he won't be back until around next Monday.
You can wait until he comes back to find and report to him."
Hearing this, Harry Potter was just about to nod.
But Hermione suddenly let out an exclamation.
"That's not right, this is bad. Quirrell is going to make a move."
Harry Potter and Draco were greatly shocked.
Professor McGonagall asked quizzically, "Miss Granger, what did you just say?"
Hermione said, "Professor McGonagall, I know what I'm saying right now might be a bit hard to believe, but I can guarantee that everything I'm saying is true.
Quirrell, he wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone. And if I guess correctly, he will definitely make a move this weekend, because Dumbledore isn't here—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
Professor McGonagall frowned. "Listen, Miss Granger, although I don't know where you guys found out about the Philosopher's Stone, I can tell you this:
Professor Quirrell would definitely not go steal the Philosopher's Stone, because he is also one of the people guarding the Philosopher's Stone.
Therefore, children, put aside your groundless worries and go back to rest. You still have classes in the afternoon."
Having said that, Professor McGonagall turned around and left.
She had to leave; she was afraid that if she didn't, she wouldn't be able to keep up the act.
To be honest, acting was really too difficult.
Watching Professor McGonagall leave, Harry Potterbecame somewhat anxious.
Just as he wanted to speak, Hermione said, "Alright, Harry, Professor McGonagall won't believe us. Who would believe the words of three first-year students, especially about something this big!"
Chapter 189: Not playing anymore, flipping the table.
Harry Potter said, "What should we do then? Just watch helplessly?"
Hermione said, "Of course not. We have to stop him. However, just to be safe, I think we need some helpers."
"Helpers?"
Hermione nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "I will go find Prefect Penelope, and you two go find Rosier. If he is willing to intervene, I believe everything will be readily solved."
Hearing this, Harry Potter's eyes instantly lit up.
"That's right, we can go look for His Lordship. His Lordship's strength is terrifying. If he is willing to act, none of these things will be a problem."
Hermione said, "Then it's settled. Tomorrow is the weekend, and the upper-class students will go to Hogsmeade. At that time, there will be the fewest people in the school."
"The Professors will also go to Hogsmeade, keeping an eye on those students while protecting them as well."
"If I were Quirrell, I would definitely choose to make a move tomorrow."
After discussing it, the three of them left to fetch reinforcements.
Harry Potter and Draco went back to the common room to look for Darwin.
However, they were informed by Cassandra that Darwinwas not there.
So they told Cassandra about the matter.
Meanwhile, Darwin was actually in the Ravenclawcommon room.
To be precise, he was on the throne.
The location of Ravenclaw's throne was relatively hidden, so truly no one discovered that the Slytherin chief had come to the Ravenclaw common room.
And Darwin was currently answering questions on the throne.
His expression gradually turned ugly because he had answered wrongly again.
Darwin was truly angry.
What kind of piece of junk is this?
What kind of abstract questions are these?
Not only does it play brain teasers, but it also plays pun jokes.
Puns aside, they were even in English.
Come on, bro, you're an English speaker, why are you playing with puns?
Are you sick in the head?
Darwin was completely losing his mind.
He glared viciously at this piece-of-junk throne.
He really wanted to smash this throne.
However, the very next moment this thought popped up,
Darwin's eyes lit up.
Smash it?
Thinking of what Dumbledore had said back then:
If one road doesn't work out, go find a new one.
Perhaps, he might really be able to smash it.
Since this road doesn't work, then the hell with walking it.
His own path was for him to decide.
If a road cannot be walked, go discover a new one.
Thinking of this,
Darwin glared viciously at the throne once more.
"Just wait, I'll come back tonight to smash you to pieces."
Now he had to go to class; after all, he was still a student.
The Transfiguration classroom.
Darwin sat down next to Cassandra.
Cassandra said, "Your Lordship, Harry Potter and Dracocame looking for you."
Darwin asked in confusion, "Looking for me? What for?"
Cassandra briefly explained the matter to Darwin.
Darwin nodded, "Is that so? However, I don't have time to manage their affairs."
"Tomorrow I am going to sign a contract with Daxia over there."
Cassandra nodded, "Mm, Your Lordship, I remember."
Darwin looked at Cassandra's expression.
"You seem a bit interested?"
Cassandra said, "Indeed, I am very curious what the Philosopher's Stone looks like."
"Besides, didn't Your Lordship say that this incident was caused by Voldemort? I am very curious about this Dark Lord."
Darwin smiled and said, "If you're curious, go play with them. I'll go over by myself tomorrow."
Cassandra said, "No, Your Lordship, I must follow you."
Darwin said, "It's just signing a contract, what's there to follow? Do what you want to do, Cassandra."
"This is your growth process and also your experience."
"Do things according to your own thoughts; you don't need to follow me everywhere. You have your own growth trajectory to walk."
Cassandra hesitated for a moment.
Then she nodded, "I understand, Your Lordship."
Darwin smiled, "There you go. Go play if you're interested, but pay attention to safety."
"Although Voldemort is only a remnant soul now, his strength is still there."
"I'm not even sure what trump cards he has. If there is danger, prioritize keeping yourself safe."
Cassandra nodded, "I know, Your Lordship."
Darwin said, "However, there shouldn't be any major issues either. After all, this itself is just a trial game."
...
At night, the three of them—Hermione and the others—gathered together once more.
Hermione said, "I told Senior Sister Penelope, and she is willing to go check it out with us tomorrow, even though she probably doesn't quite believe my words."
"However, she is still willing to come along with us. How about your side? Is Rosier willing to make a move?"
Harry Potter said, "When we went to look for His Lordship, His Lordship wasn't there, and we didn't get a chance to ask during the afternoon class."
"After class, Cassandra told us that His Lordship has matters tomorrow and will leave Hogwarts."
"However, she happened to be interested in what we mentioned and is willing to come along with us to take a look."
Hermione said, "Cassandra? Her strength is indeed very strong, I think that works too."
Draco said, "Then it's decided! Tomorrow, we will go on an adventure together and stop the conspiracy."
Draco's tone was ecstatic.
Are you kidding? For the young master, this was truly a rare experience.
Of course he was excited.
Hermione and Harry Potter rolled their eyes in unison.
Why did he seem a little foolish?
However, regardless of everything, they were indeed going to do something big now.
As for Darwin, he couldn't care less about these things.
He had left a strand of magic on Cassandra; if Cassandrawere in danger, he would sense it.
Therefore, as for Cassandra's own recreational activities, he let her play by herself.
At this moment, Darwin had once again arrived at the Ravenclaw common room.
He had bigger things to do now.
He was going to start a fierce battle with this throne.
Furthermore, this might be the final fierce battle.
In the blink of an eye, Darwin entered the space within the throne.
That annoying bronze eagle sculpture appeared once again.
"Please listen to the question..."
However, before the eagle could finish speaking,
Darwin directly burst into action.
As the magic around him surged, a Reductor Curse was used by him directly, silently and wandlessly.
The target was precisely the bronze eagle sculpture in front of him.
"Listen to my ass, I've had enough."
Darwin began casting various spells, all of them silent and wandless.
Spell after spell shot toward the bronze eagle sculpture before him.
Striking the sculpture with a loud clanging sound.
Darwin did not hold back either, as if venting, his spells continuous.
He really, truly had enough of this piece-of-junk sculpture and those crappy questions it spat out day after day.
Chapter 190: Ravenclaw Favorability Unlocked!
(Taking a day off on the 23rd, no update. Updates will resume on the 24th.)
Just as Darwin was frantically venting his spells there.
At the other end of the throne space.
Slytherin gave a light cough.
And glanced at Ravenclaw beside him.
"Rowena, don't be angry. That child probably had no other choice after being tortured like that."
Who would have thought that Ravenclaw's expression would remain unchanged.
Instead, she was full of smiles.
"Angry? Why would I be angry? Do you think those strange questions were really meant for people to answer?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Slytherin and the others were stunned.
Ravenclaw said, "What is true wisdom? Is it being able to answer questions correctly or understanding some special principles?"
"No, no, no, this has never been true wisdom. True wisdom is the ability to solve problems."
"No matter what method you use, as long as you can solve the problem, that is wisdom."
"The essence of wisdom is used to solve problems."
"It has never been used for showing off."
"Even if you answer countless questions correctly, if you ultimately fail to solve the problem, then your wisdom is useless."
"I have long since said that for many of those questions, I don't even know the answers myself."
"Since I don't know the answers myself, what right do I have to demand that others answer those questions correctly and thus pass this so-called test of mine?"
"Therefore, my test has never been about answering questions correctly. I've said it before, many things cannot be applied rigidly."
"You must look for the true path and the true solution."
"This is the key to breaking the deadlock."
After Ravenclaw finished speaking, everyone understood.
Hufflepuff said, "So, the questions were never the test. The true test is the ability to solve problems. No matter what method is used, as long as the problem can be solved and the answer can be found, that is enough."
Ravenclaw smiled and said, "Exactly. Therefore, what he is using now is the real method. It's reckless, but very effective, isn't it?"
"He has his own wisdom and the ability to solve problems. This is his capability, and likewise, this is true wisdom!"
Slytherin and Gryffindor exchanged glances.
People who use their brains like this are truly cunning.
Ravenclaw stood up.
Straightened the starry sky magic robe on her body.
"Alright, it's time for my appearance. Interesting little fellow, I truly can't wait to meet him!"
After Ravenclaw finished speaking, her figure directly disappeared on the spot.
At the same time.
On the other side, the spells in Darwin's hands had already stopped.
It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but because that bronze eagle statue had completely shattered.
It was smashed into pieces.
Darwin only felt that a pent-up breath in his chest was slowly disappearing.
It felt good, truly good. This was really satisfying.
As expected, violent venting is the way to go.
Isn't this much more comfortable?
Just at this moment, starlight gathered in front of him. Amidst the swirling starlight, a figure condensed by starlight slowly appeared.
Seeing this, Darwin didn't show the slightest bit of surprise.
It seems Ravenclaw has made her entrance.
Just as he expected.
Ravenclaw's figure solidified, meeting Darwin's calm eyes.
She understood in her heart. Indeed, this child had already guessed that they were all observing him in secret.
Truly, what a smart child.
She was liking this child more and more.
At the same time, in Darwin's mind.
The system's prompt tone sounded.
[Ding, Rowena Ravenclaw favorability unlocked. Current favorability is 33. The condition for the first lucky draw is met. Do you want to start the lucky draw immediately?]
Darwin's eyes lit up. It's here, favorability unlocked.
Moreover, it was much higher than he had anticipated.
33 points of favorability.
Darwin clicked no.
Right now, it was obviously not the time for a lucky draw.
Ravenclaw said, "Hello, the Head of Ravenclaw."
Darwin said, "Hello, respected Lady Ravenclaw."
Ravenclaw smiled and said, "I thought you would need some more time before thinking of brutally dismantling this test."
Darwin said, "As long as you don't blame me, I was just really being tortured to the limit by those questions."
Ravenclaw said, "Of course I won't blame you. In fact, this is something you should have done in the first place."
"In fact, I don't know the answers to many of those questions myself. When I left this test behind, rather than calling it a test of wisdom, it was more of a test of flexibility. Fortunately, you understand how to be flexible."
Darwin said, "Perhaps it was also luck."
"Is luck not also a part of strength?"
Darwin spread his hands. That was indeed true.
Ravenclaw said, "Alright, let me ask a question that I've always been very interested in."
"Darwin, what do you think our purpose is?"
Just when Ravenclaw asked this question.
The other three founders were all startled.
"Sister Rowena, are you going to lay things out in the open?"
Hufflepuff asked doubtfully.
Slytherin frowned.
"I don't know. Rowena has always had her own ideas in everything she does, and I don't know what she wants to do."
Gryffindor said, "Compared to that, what I want to know more is how he will answer."
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Darwin's answer.
Darwin was silent for a moment and said, "To be honest, I don't know. You give me the feeling that you are screening, screening a person."
"A person who can carry your purpose, but I don't know what your purpose is."
"I've even guessed whether you want to go to war with the gods."
"However, I feel that this guess is somewhat unreliable."
Ravenclaw smiled and said, "Oh? Why do you think it's unreliable?"
Darwin said, "Very simple, because a Wizard's abilities are, when all is said and done, bestowed by the gods."
"In the era of ancient magic, a Wizard's abilities originated from bloodlines."
"And the talents within the bloodline were bestowed by the gods."
"Later, as time passed and through generations of reproduction, the talents in the bloodlines began to fade, and then they became the magic of today."
"However, no matter how it fades or how it changes, it cannot change one fact."
"That is, a Wizard's abilities originate from the gods."
"If we go to war with the gods, let alone whether Wizards are opponents of the gods, or whether the gods truly exist."
"Just say that this decision is extremely unwise. Using the power bestowed by the gods to fight against the gods is truly a very stupid act. I don't think you are stupid."
"Unless something unknown has happened to the gods, or Wizards actually have a trump card different from what I understand."
The look in Ravenclaw's eyes as she looked at Darwin had completely changed.
"You are even smarter than I imagined, Darwin, a hundred times, a thousand times smarter!"
Chapter 191: Declaring War on Gods?
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Darwin paused in a daze: "So, I guessed right?"
Ravenclaw smiled and said: "What if I say yes?"
Darwin said: "Before I know what trump cards you have, I will choose to prepare a way out for myself first.
For example, making a clean break with people on your side to protect myself."
Ravenclaw laughed: "A very rational choice, protecting oneself, a qualified Slytherin, but also very ruthless."
Darwin said: "There's no other way. I only have this one life, and I don't want to throw it away because of some inexplicable matters.
Nor do I want to put myself in danger because of these things."
Ravenclaw said: "However, what if the people you know, the people you care about, join this battle?"
Darwin didn't hesitate at all.
"If the people I know and care about still choose to face the difficulties head-on when I want to protect myself, then their death is asking for it.
Such people no longer need me to care about them. Death should be their ultimate destination, shouldn't it?"
Ravenclaw fell somewhat silent.
To be honest, Darwin's Slytherin attributes were even more thorough than it had imagined.
But far from being angry, Ravenclaw was quite satisfied with Darwin's answer.
Ravenclaw said: "Pretty good, I have no more questions."
Darwin said: "So, you actually didn't tell me anything."
Ravenclaw smiled and said: "No, Darwin, I told you. Didn't you also make a choice and tell me how you would respond?"
Darwin's gaze narrowed slightly: "So, you are really screening, screening for someone who can fight against gods? But why me? I don't think I can achieve this either. Most importantly, you are going to go to war against gods tonight."
Ravenclaw shook its head: "First of all, Darwin, it's not that we are going to war against gods, but that the deities initiated the purge first.
Secondly, it's not that we chose you. Have you forgotten, Darwin? You walked in here voluntarily, ever since you sat on that throne of Slytherin."
Darwin's heart skipped a beat.
So, the selection for the chief was a screening process?
Ravenclaw continued: "As for more things, Darwin, you need to investigate them yourself."
As Ravenclaw spoke, it raised its finger.
Darwin subconsciously wanted to dodge.
However, he was surprised to find...
...that his body couldn't move.
Ravenclaw's finger pressed against his forehead.
Unlike the coldness Darwin had imagined, Ravenclaw's finger was very warm, and even somewhat soft.
Ravenclaw said: "Darwin, you must feel it, see it, use your heart to see this world, and feel the truth of this world.
Only by seeing all the truth will you understand what we are doing this for, and then make your choice.
Your strength is still insufficient. When you are able to shake off my finger, when you can make it so that I stand here while you press your finger against my forehead and I cannot resist...
...then you will have the qualification to know everything, and likewise, you will truly have the strength to flip the table.
Right now, you are too weak. You could flip the table in the chief trial, but when it comes to the things you need to face...
...you do not have this strength. Remember one sentence, Darwin: for some things, the right of choice has never been in your hands, ever since the moment you started the chief challenge.
Or rather, from the moment you came to this world, everything was already destined."
As the voice fell, without waiting for Darwin to react...
Ravenclaw exerted a gentle force with its finger, and the next moment...
Darwin only felt the world spinning.
Subsequently, his figure directly disappeared on the spot.
Opening his eyes again, he found with horror...
...that he had actually arrived in his dormitory.
He didn't know how he got back, how he came from Ravenclaw's common room to Slytherin's common room, and arrived at his own dormitory.
Or perhaps, this was the authority and ability of that weapon called Hogwarts?
Darwin didn't know; he didn't even know if this was Ravenclaw's terrifying ability or Hogwarts's own ability.
But whether it was the former or the latter, it was enough to make Darwin feel terrified.
This was a bit too terrifying.
Inside the throne space.
Ravenclaw's figure slowly condensed beside the three people.
The three hurriedly looked towards Ravenclaw.
Slytherin said: "Rowena, you told him so much, aren't you afraid of scaring him?"
Ravenclaw smiled and said: "Scaring him? You underestimate him too much. Do you believe it? Right now he isn't worried, nor is he afraid; he must be weighing the gains and losses. Perhaps he is even thinking about how to use the known information to plot greater benefits."
Gryffindor said: "Really? That kid would actually do that?"
Ravenclaw didn't speak.
Only smart people truly understand smart people.
Inside the chief dormitory's washroom.
Darwin washed his face and looked at his own face in the mirror.
Darwin began to ponder in his heart.
Going to war against deities?
It sounded terrifying.
In fact, it was indeed terrifying.
But the Four Founders were never fools.
If they were fools, they wouldn't have left behind such legends, nor would they have survived in that most turbulent era.
What Darwin told Ravenclaw was indeed his true thought.
He wanted to leave a way out for himself.
To leave a completely safe way out.
But at the same time, a new problem arose.
What benefits could he gain from this matter?
That's right, just as Ravenclaw thought.
Darwin was already starting to consider his own interests.
What did facts prove?
Not only was Ravenclaw smart, but it also had a very accurate eye for people.
At least, it understood Darwin very well.
Of course, this might also have something to do with the fact that Darwin didn't need any figuring out.
After all, the greed in Darwin's bones was truly terrifying.
However, Darwin didn't feel ashamed at all.
After all, greed is the driving force of human progress, isn't it?
At least that was what Darwin thought.
Lying on the bed, Darwin thought for a long time without coming up with anything.
The things that could be known now were that the Four Founders indeed needed his help.
No, it shouldn't be said that they had requests of him.
It should be said that he was a key node in the Four Founders' plan.
Since that was the case, an arc slowly curled up at the corner of Darwin's mouth.
Then, gaining favorability with the Four Founders would be very easy.
In fact, no matter what the Four Founders were scheming or what ideas they had...
...as long as his own strength was strong enough, any schemes and calculations were nonsense, and he could still reap benefits from the middle.
Therefore, the top priority right now: draw a prize, enhance strength, Ravenclaw's lucky draw!
Chapter 192: Prize Draw!
Darwin was really looking forward to this draw.
After all, this was Ravenclaw; no matter what he copied, it felt like a win.
Besides, today wasn't just about copying Ravenclaw.
With a wave of Darwin's hand, the system panel popped up.
[Name: Darwin Rosier.]
[Age: 11.]
[Current Favorability:]
[Albus Dumbledore: 44.]
[Severus Snape: 30.]
[Harry Potter: 83.]
[Hermione Granger: 34.]
[Salazar Slytherin: 52.]
[Godric Gryffindor: 36.]
[Rowena Ravenclaw: 33.]
[Arthur Weasley: 35.]
[Molly Weasley: 38.]
[Minerva McGonagall: 39.]
[Pomona Sprout: 77.]
[Filius Flitwick: 22.]
[Quirinus Quirrell: 28.]
[Weasley Twins: 57.]
[Rewards Summary: Advanced Transfiguration Mastery, Max-level Alohomora Mastery, Max-level Accio Mastery, Max-level Levitation Charm Mastery, Max-level Imperius Curse Mastery, Max-level Occlumency Mastery, Divine-level Avada Kedavra Mastery, Advanced Cruciatus Curse Mastery, Divine-level Protego Diabolica Mastery, Divine-level Fiendfyre: Clears the Way Mastery, Divine-level Fiendfyre Control Mastery, Divine-level LegilimencyMastery, Max-level Apparition Mastery, Max-level Soul Division Spell Mastery, Max-level Sectumsempra Mastery, Max-level Rapid Growth Mastery, Max-level Herb Processing Mastery, Max-level Magic Body Refinement Technique Mastery.]
[Advanced Transfiguration Talent, Max-level Divination Talent, Divine-level Dark Arts Talent, Max-level Curse Magic Talent, Advanced Rapid Memory Talent, Max-level Wisdom Plant Affinity.]
Over this period, the favorability levels Darwin had unlocked had increased even further.
Among them, those that grew relatively fast included Harry Potter, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Molly.
As for the slower ones...
Darwin's eyes fell upon Snape's name.
Forget it, best not to talk about it. Such bad luck.
So Darwin had actually accumulated several draws.
Specifically, draws for Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Molly Weasley.
And most importantly, Ravenclaw's draw, which had just been unlocked today.
What? Why hadn't Darwin drawn them earlier?
Very simple: because Darwin's strength was currently sufficient.
Drawing ordinary rewards wouldn't really be of much use to him.
What he valued most right now were still the draws for Dumbledore and the Four Founders.
Therefore, he had simply been too lazy to draw.
After all, burning incense and bathing each time was quite a fuss and hassle.
Drawing prizes required metaphysics.
As the saying goes, "Metaphysics won't save bad luck, and spending money won't change your fate."
But Darwin refused to believe in bad luck.
He felt his luck had always been pretty good.
Indeed, Darwin had always felt that he possessed the destiny of a main character.
Finishing the familiar process of burning incense and bathing,
Darwin sat on his bed.
As usual, he prayed to all the gods and deities across the heavens for protection.
Eastern or Western—it didn't matter.
As long as Darwin could think of them, he prayed to every single one.
He even prayed to gods like Wenqustar and Wuqustar, whose duties clearly didn't match the task.
Darwin prayed to them all the same.
Useful or not, praying to gods and Buddha was just for peace of mind.
What? You say the ultimate goal of the Four Founders is to go to war with God, and Darwin's future enemies will also be gods?
That was for the future—what did it have to do with the current Darwin Rosier?
Besides, future matters could be dealt with in the future.
Who cared about that right now?
Having finished the rituals,
Darwin prepared to begin today's prize draw.
As usual, he started with a buffer draw.
Among the available draws, the one with the lowest value was probably Molly's.
Keeping favorability with her was purely because something was better than nothing.
After all, Molly's final fight against the madwoman Bellatrix actually had some merit.
So Darwin decided to do Molly's draw first.
As the familiar lottery interface spun,
the system's voice resounded.
[Ding! Congratulations on successfully copying Molly Weasley. Reward obtained: Max-level Rapid SlicingMastery.]
Darwin frowned.
"What on earth is Rapid Slicing?"
[Rapid Slicing: A self-created spell by Molly. Molly Weasley created this spell while chopping vegetables.
Its inspiration came from Sectumsempra, but compared to Sectumsempra, its power is smaller.
However, it has special uses for ingredients and plants.
Plants or ingredients cut using Rapid Slicing preserve their medicinal properties and flavor to the greatest extent.]
The corners of Darwin's mouth twitched slightly.
Well, well, well... Truly, excellence can emerge in every field.
This Molly really was a talent. How on earth did she develop such a niche, top-tier spell?
Darwin was genuinely a bit curious.
Still, this spell didn't seem particularly useful to him.
However, better than nothing.
A spell that cut plants while preserving their medicinal properties to the maximum was actually not bad.
But to see its actual effectiveness, he would need to test it out.
The first draw yielded a spell that wasn't exceptionally great, but definitely wasn't bad either.
This boosted Darwin's confidence significantly.
Darwin intended to keep drawing.
Who should be next?
Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick?
After thinking for a moment, Darwin decided to go with Professor Flitwick's draw first.
After all, he was a Charms master.
The reward drawn would most likely be a charm.
Darwin wasn't short on spells for now, so he treated it as another buffer draw.
Thinking of this,
Darwin directly initiated Professor Flitwick's draw.
As the draw animation flashed,
a moment later,
the pleasant notification chime of the system sounded.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully copying Filius Flitwick. Reward obtained: Max-level Shield Charm Mastery.]
Darwin felt a tiny bit disappointed in his heart.
See, it really was a spell.
Still, a Shield Charm wasn't unacceptable.
Although Darwin's principle had always been: as long as he attacked fast and hard enough, he didn't need defense.
But keeping it wouldn't hurt; many skills burden no master.
What if he needed it someday?
Next up was Professor McGonagall.
Darwin rubbed his hands together.
As for Professor McGonagall, he actually harbored some expectations.
The senior cat lady, the cat Professor—although what left the deepest impression was her mastery of Transfiguration,
in reality, Transfiguration had many branches.
How could something treated as a major subject be as simple as just a single spell?
Although Darwin currently possessed Advanced Transfiguration Mastery,
his knowledge and capability in Transfiguration still had limitations, or rather, his mastery was not deep enough.
He needed more Transfiguration knowledge to support him, but relying on studying by himself was too slow.
With cheats available, why wouldn't he use them? Was he stupid? Why study manually when using cheats was so nice?
Chapter 193 Animagus?
Therefore, he could only rely on lucky draws, just like that.
It was solely by relying on lucky draws that he managed to make a living.
Right, exactly like that, nothing wrong with it.
As the familiar lucky draw interface began to flash.
A moment later.
A crisp and pleasant ding rang out.
[Ding, successfully copied Minerva McGonagall, congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward, Intermediate Mastery of Animagus.]
Darwin was stunned.
He was not stunned because he drew Animagus.
After all, this reward itself was inside Professor McGonagall's pool.
Wasn't it completely normal to draw it?
He was dazed because this Animagus actually had mastery levels?
Could this be right?
Wasn't this thing supposed to work as long as the transformation succeeded?
Why were there level restrictions?
Could it be that with a higher level, the thing he transformed into could even be different?
Darwin was a bit confused.
Because this point wasn't even taught in the books.
Shaking his head, Darwin couldn't even be bothered to think about it anymore.
It was simply impossible to figure out, alright?
Knowledge that wasn't in the books completely touched the upper limit of Darwin's cognition.
Instead of having this time, he might as well research his own Animagus.
Yes, Darwin was now eager to see his own Animagus.
As for Ravenclaw's lucky draw, it wouldn't hurt to wait a few minutes.
Putting it this way, in this world, no one could resist the temptation of checking what their Animagus was.
If there were, then that person definitely wasn't a Wizard.
A Wizard's Animagus would change according to their own desires.
However, it wasn't one hundred percent guaranteed either.
There once was a Wizard who particularly liked sloths.
That's right, Flash, that lazy thing.
Therefore, he kept a sloth, and even lived together with the sloth for a very long time.
Just to make his own Animagus turn into a sloth.
However, in the end, he turned into a kangaroo instead.
A kangaroo with a brooding pouch on its belly, no less.
That's right, Animagus was just that authoritative and authentic.
Therefore, an Animagus couldn't always change according to the Wizard's wishes every time.
Those who could transform into something matching their own wishes actually had very good luck.
But as for Darwin, on one hand, he didn't have any animals he particularly liked.
On the other hand, he hadn't prepared any specific animal in advance either.
He didn't have any specific demands for the Animaguseither.
Because Darwin was only interested in his own combat power.
The things he learned and researched were all capable of enhancing his combat strength.
Animagus, did this thing provide an enhancement to combat strength?
To a certain extent, yes.
For instance, if you could turn into some kind of ferocious beast.
When your magic power was consumed too much, you could transform into a ferocious beast to fight.
But to be honest, such opportunities were rare.
The most primary reason was that cultivating Animaguswas extremely difficult.
First, you had to find a night of the full moon, and then find a Mandrake that had been illuminated by the moonlight of the full moon.
Moreover, this Mandrake had to have an odd number of leaves.
You had to use the very last leaf of that odd number.
For example, if a Mandrake had six leaves on it, then you couldn't use it.
You had to find one with five or seven leaves.
Then, you had to keep it in your mouth until the next full moon.
That was, a month later.
Within this month, you could neither swallow the leaf nor take it out of your mouth.
You had to let your body fully absorb the medicinal power of the Mandrake.
Even when sleeping, you had to remain vigilant to prevent yourself from swallowing it down.
In history, quite a few Wizards, right when they were about to succeed, fell asleep or forgot and swallowed the leaf.
Resulting in all previous efforts going down the drain.
Therefore, truly very few people went to cultivate this spell.
On the second full moon night, the leaf had to be taken out, placed in a crystal bottle that could transmit light, filled with one's own saliva and a special Potion, and then the leaf was soaked inside.
Then came the most outrageous step, and also the step that relied most heavily on luck.
You needed to let this leaf and the Potion containing your saliva be completely baptized by moonlight.
If it was overcast that night, or if the moon couldn't shine down for even a short while, then congratulations, you had to find a Mandrake leaf all over again and start from scratch.
Really, it was utterly outrageous, this purely depended on luck, especially since even weather forecasts in later generations were often inaccurate.
After the moonlight irradiation, you had to put a strand of your hair and a teaspoon of dew into the bottle.
The dew had to be collected from dew that hadn't seen sunlight for more than seven days, and hadn't been contaminated by human breath from anyone passing by.
Similarly, this also depended on fate, and required lengthy preparation.
Finally, you had to find a Death's-head Hawkmoth chrysalis and add it into there.
Then you could find an absolutely quiet, completely dark place without a shred of light, and place the bottle there.
Waiting for the next thunder-and-lightning-filled stormy night.
And while you were waiting for the thunderstorm filled with thunder and lightning to arrive.
Twice a day at sunrise and sunset every day, you needed to point your wand at your heart and continuously chant the spell.
Until the sun had completely risen and completely set.
This process sounded like it wasn't difficult.
But you had to understand that weather was something that truly depended on fate.
Some Wizards might wait for a very, very long time, even several months.
Repeating the exact same thing every day, without interruption for a single day.
Anyway, Darwin couldn't do it.
Finally, when you had completely finished all these steps, the instant lightning slashed across the sky, you needed to take out your buried Potion.
At this time, you would discover that your Potion had turned blood-red.
Drinking the Potion and chanting the spell once more, at this point, your Animagus was already more than half successful.
Then, you would usher in your most difficult step.
If the preceding processes were all correct, then you would feel intense pain, and moreover, inside your body, there would be two completely distinct heartbeats.
At this time, the animal you were going to transform into would appear in your mind.
This was also the only time, perhaps the only chance to change your own Animagus.
In the records of books, a Wizard had succeeded in forcibly changing the creature in their mind into the creature they wanted to change into at that very instant.
But this process was very short, just a split second.
If you could seize it, you could succeed.
But obviously, ever since the Animagus spell came into existence until now, the only person who succeeded was the one who left information in the books.
This was the entire process of Animagus, complicated, crazily complicated.
Therefore, Darwin truly had never researched this spell.
However, if it came from a lucky draw.
Then Darwin would be quite interested.
After all, this kind of thing where you didn't have to suffer yourself wasn't unacceptable.
Chapter 194: Darwin's Animagus, Max-Level Quick Memory!
Besides, Darwin couldn't really be blamed for looking forward to it.
Darwin's Animagus was directly copied, skipping so many intermediate steps.
He didn't even have to go through the process of shaping it in his mind.
Right now, he was just curious if he would also turn into a cat.
After all, his Animagus was copied from Professor McGonagall.
Thinking of this, Darwin couldn't sit still anymore.
Darwin jumped off the bed.
He tried to sense it within.
The next moment, Darwin only felt his body being stretched and altered.
A moment later.
The strange sensation on Darwin's body disappeared.
Darwin looked down and saw he was very close to the ground.
He raised his hand.
No, that wasn't a hand.
Paws, pitch-black paws.
With a thought from Darwin, inside the originally furry paws...
Sharp claws popped right out.
Darwin was shocked. Feline?
These paws were so big; they definitely weren't a cat's.
Then what on earth was it?
Darwin walked towards the washroom.
After arriving at the washroom.
With a gentle flick of his body, Darwin's upper limbs sprang up, hooking onto the edge of the sink.
Such a light body. This feeling was so special.
Darwin looked at himself in the mirror.
The next moment, he froze.
That's right, it was a feline.
However, this feline was a bit special.
Darwin looked at the pattern of the character "king" on his forehead.
Was he a tiger?
And what's more, a pure black tiger?
Even the pattern on his forehead was black.
However, compared to his body, the color of this pattern was deeper, almost shining with a black gloss.
Therefore, instead of affecting the "king" character, the same color...
Made it quite prominent.
But that wasn't the main point.
The point was, a black tiger seemed like a corrupted version. Was this some kind of disease?
Darwin was a bit confused.
After all, he really didn't study biology very well.
Wasting that name.
But anyway, this thing looked so cool.
Darwin felt like he really wanted to roar.
But obviously, this place really wasn't suitable.
Darwin tried waving his paw.
A series of swishing sounds echoed.
Darwin was startled.
Holy crap, that was outrageous.
So, this was the true power of a tiger?
And this was still just a tiger cub?
That's right, it was just a cub.
Darwin could sense his own state; he was indeed a tiger cub.
The kind that hasn't grown up yet.
Moreover, as he grew older, this tiger form should also grow larger.
Was this the kind of thing Wu Song beat up back then?
How strong must one's martial prowess be to defeat something like this?
Darwin could feel that whether it was his strength, muscle density, or even his skin, everything had become terrifying.
Ordinary spells probably couldn't hurt him.
Let alone fists.
Darwin admired himself in front of the mirror for a while.
Really, it was very handsome.
Darwin never talked nonsense.
This tiger was truly the combination of extreme violent aesthetics and strength aesthetics.
Every inch of his body proclaimed power.
Darwin tested it out in his dormitory while in his tiger form.
It was mainly to get used to the feeling of this body.
Not to mention, the feeling was truly fantastic.
And it felt so awesome.
After playing around for a bit.
With a thought, Darwin changed back into his human form.
It seemed that Professor Flitwick and Molly were two stepping stones paving the way for Professor McGonagall's lucky draw.
Darwin was extremely satisfied with this Animagus.
This feeling was simply amazing.
A tiger, and a black tiger at that.
This could also be considered an increase in combat power.
Turning into a cat didn't boost combat power much.
However, if it were a tiger, it would be different.
Just put it this way: a normal tiger dyed a certain color was called a white tiger, and if you stuck wings on it, it was called a Qiongqi.
Didn't this alone demonstrate the combat power of this thing?
To be held in such high regard among all the animals in the Great Xia mythology...
Aside from the tiger, which creature could be directly used to recruit people as thugs?
Changui ghosts—that was something unique to tigers.
In short, the tiger's combat power was truly terrifying.
Therefore, Darwin was extremely satisfied with this Animagus.
So now there was only one last thing left.
Darwin looked at the Ravenclaw draw button on his interface.
That's right, it was time for the Ravenclaw draw.
Darwin was full of interest in every single one of the Four Founders.
Moreover, he definitely wouldn't draw any junk from them.
Because at their level of strength, even if there were any trash abilities, they would have long since polished them to perfection.
This was the true value of the Four Founders.
The only difference was whether this ability was their strongest one.
Thinking of this, Darwin pressed his finger directly onto the draw button.
The next moment, the draw animation began to play.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully copying Rowena Ravenclaw and obtaining the special talent reward: Max-Level Quick Memory!]
Darwin frowned.
Quick Memory again.
Darwin had already copied this thing from Quirrell.
It was originally intermediate, and with his own upgrades, it became advanced.
Now, advanced plus Ravenclaw's max level still resulted in max level.
Darwin was somewhat disappointed.
It wasn't to say this talent was bad.
On the contrary, this talent was actually very good.
And quite useful, too.
After all, memory could be used in many aspects.
However, Darwin still felt a bit of a gap in expectations.
What he wanted most right now was something related to combat.
Not a memory ability.
He sighed. Oh well, memory it is.
Darwin mentally commanded the system to merge the reward.
The next moment, Darwin felt his mind instantly clear up.
His eyes lit up.
Many details in his mind that he couldn't remember before seemed to be coming back to him.
Furthermore, they were incomparably clear without the slightest omission.
Even now, with a single glance, he could remember how many water droplets were on the washroom mirror.
Was this Ravenclaw's ability?
Darwin was somewhat surprised.
With this kind of memory, no wonder she was called the smartest person.
The most knowledgeable person.
She could remember countless books.
Countless knowledge. The key was that with this kind of memory, she could completely categorize all knowledge for easy retrieval.
And directly access it when needed.
It was as if there was a huge library inside his brain.
And now, he had this ability too.
Darwin's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He had underestimated this ability, and he had underestimated Ravenclaw.
This ability could be said to be a divine skill.
Very good, extremely good. Today's drop rate was exceptionally high.
Darwin opened his system interface.
Yawning, he looked at the newly added ability on his interface.
Darwin nodded in satisfaction, then closed his eyes to sleep. Tomorrow, he still had serious business to attend to!
Chapter 195: Visitors from Daxia, Elder Zhang?
The next day, Darwin got up early and stood in front of his wardrobe to pick out clothes.
Darwin dressed very formally because today was the day to sign the agreement with Daxia.
If it were anyone else, Darwin wouldn't have been so formal, nor would he have taken it so seriously.
But Daxia was different.
Darwin had a sense of belonging to Daxia.
Even though Daxia in this world was no longer his original Daxia.
However, his name hadn't changed.
The skin color of the people of Daxia hadn't changed either.
They still spoke the Daxia language.
That was enough.
Perhaps it was because he was homesick.
Darwin had been in this world for so many years, so he should be homesick.
Perhaps the reason he valued the contract with Daxia so much was because he was looking for an emotional sustenance for himself.
On the other side, Daxia was also getting ready to set off.
Considering the fact that Darwin was a student.
Therefore, the signing of the agreement was prioritized for Darwin's convenience.
It was chosen to be inside Rosier's building in Diagon Alley.
Darwin originally thought it might be inconvenient for people from Daxia to come over.
And that they might even have to leave early.
But Minister Liu Feng told him it wasn't necessary, and that it was very convenient for them to come over.
Darwin didn't think much of it.
He figured Daxia should have some kind of method similar to a Portkey.
At this moment, in Kunlun Taoist Palace of Daxia.
Among a group of old men, the one who successfully won the election to go on a business trip with Minister Liu Fengwas an elder of Kunlun Taoist Palace whose surname was Zhang.
However, looking at the bruises on the faces of the other elders and the injuries on the elected elder's face, their election wasn't all that friendly.
Minister Liu Feng and Elder Zhang stood together.
Elder Zhang waved: "Everyone, we are setting off. Don't be discouraged. Next time, you will definitely win, Hahahaha!"
After saying this, Elder Zhang raised his hand and waved it forcefully in the air.
The next moment, a spatial tear directly formed out of thin air above the sky.
If Darwin was here, his jaw would definitely drop in shock.
Is this tearing space apart like in fantasy novels?
But in fact, this move wasn't as outrageous as he imagined.
Actually, this was just a technique similar to Apparition on Daxia's side.
Apparition used space to shift and change positions.
As for Daxia's side, it was much more direct.
Anyway, since it was all about utilizing space, it might as well be utilized thoroughly.
Therefore, Daxia simply relied on personal strength to forcibly lock onto spatial coordinates and then perform spatial travel.
It was the same as Apparition, but with higher requirements than Apparition, and of course a much greater distance.
Several elders looked unhappily at Elder Zhang.
"Old fellow, that fire-attribute technique quietly touched upon the threshold of the Dao, and you kept it hidden all this time."
"Exactly, if it weren't for underestimating the enemy, it would have been a long time before this old fellow wanted to win against me."
Before diving into the space, Elder Zhang naturally heard these words.
He laughed loudly: "A loss is a loss; only the weak make excuses. The fact that you lost is real. This old man is leaving."
Elder Zhang grabbed Minister Liu Feng, and the two of them dived directly into the spatial tear.
The moment the spatial tear disappeared, several attacks landed right where the spatial tear had been.
Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.
Several elders said angrily: "This old fellow is truly cunning."
"Forget it, let's disperse. A loss is a loss. We can only wait until that child comes to Daxia later to meet him."
On the outskirts of London.
A spatial tear appeared.
Elder Zhang and Minister Liu Feng walked out from the tear.
Elder Zhang took a deep breath.
His brows furrowed.
"As expected, the terrain here in the West has completely changed."
Minister Liu Feng said: "Indeed, Elder. Without the suppression from you and the various elders, as well as Kunlun Taoist Palace and Beihai Academy, Daxia might have also changed."
Elder Zhang said: "Those damned thieves truly deserve to die."
Minister Liu Feng said: "Elder Zhang, let's walk this way."
Elder Zhang nodded.
The two walked towards downtown London.
Diagon Alley was very familiar to Minister Liu Feng.
It wasn't his first time here.
As the currently prominent Minister for Magic on Daxia's side, he came here often.
Many social engagements were annoying, but also unavoidable.
At this time, the VIP floor of the Wizards' Gathering Building had been completely cleared out by Darwin.
Today's VIP floor would not receive anyone else.
It was prepared solely for Daxia.
Daxia wasn't kept waiting long.
Daniel brought Minister Liu Feng in.
Darwin was just about to stand up to greet them.
But his gaze froze instantly when he saw the old man behind Daniel.
Strong, extremely strong.
The feeling this old man gave Darwin.
Was even more terrifying than Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
Beneath that aged body, there seemed to be a volcano.
A volcano that might even erupt at any moment.
This feeling was something Darwin had never experienced before.
It was a feeling that made him tremble slightly.
If he really had to say, he felt like he had experienced this feeling during Gryffindor's trials.
It was as if he had met a god!
But strangely, this power didn't seem quite matched to this old man.
No, not mismatched, but not completely matched.
For example, whether it was a Wizard or a supernatural being,
The energy within their body could absolutely fit perfectly with themselves like zero-tolerance parts.
However, this old man was a bit different.
The energy inside his body seemed as if it had been forcibly stuffed into him.
It always felt inexplicably awkward.
Elder Zhang saw Darwin, who had frozen in place.
And chuckled: "Interesting, can this child sense my strength?"
"Or rather, can he sense the power within me that does not belong to me?"
"Regardless of which reason it is, I can only say this child is indeed quite different."
Minister Liu Feng looked at Darwin and then at Elder Zhang.
He took the initiative to say: "Mr. Rosier, this is Elder Zhang, an elder of Kunlun Taoist Palace. He came along with me this time."
Darwin snapped back to reality as if waking from a dream.
Forcibly suppressing the frantic warning signs from his sixth sense when facing a powerhouse.
He bowed slightly: "Hello, Minister Liu Feng; hello, Elder Zhang!"
Darwin said these words in the Daxia language.
Minister Liu Feng was somewhat surprised, and Elder Zhang was even more surprised.
Minister Liu Feng said: "You actually speak the Daxia language?"
Darwin laughed and said: "I've said before, I am very interested in Daxia's culture."
Minister Liu Feng said: "Mhm, I know. You don't need to emphasize it again, but I didn't expect you to be interested to this extent, even specially learning a foreign language."
Darwin smiled without explaining. The Daxia language?
To him, this wasn't a foreign language.
Darwin looked at Daniel beside him: "Go pour some tea. Use the tea leaves bought from Daxia the other day, and make sure it's the best."
Daniel nodded hurriedly.
Then he quickly ran off to pour tea. Even the blockhead Daniel knew how much his young master valued the people from Daxia.