Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The altar is very simple, and the central position is a wooden column that is erected, narrow and thick, with a knife or something that simply engraves an owl, and the style is abstract, and it looks more like some kind of horrible monster.

Its body is visibly widened, its eyes are large and disproportionate, and its feathers jump like flames.

A thick rope is tied to a column and formed into a knot with an owl pendant made of turquoise hanging on it.

Keep going down, there's a complex magic rune on the ground that Ivan hasn't seen before.

Patterns of nature and hexagons intertwine, while pens of dots are ancient magic deep in the center of the pattern.

Magic flashes bright and light blue rays flash in it.

Ivan can feel a strange magical power, peaceful, with a faint sense of healing...

“Is this the Devil's Altar?” He looked at the wooden column with a grudge, "and just dripping blood on it would break the curse. ”

But he always felt something was wrong, which was different from the demonic altar he saw deep beneath Hogwarts.

Before Ivan, the little owl flew over to the altar, and as soon as it entered the symbolic range, its body changed rapidly.

Soon it became a girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a white, clean face, looking comfortable.

Her eyes were as calm as the sea, her tiny nostrils and thin lips bent slightly upwards with a sad smile.

The girl wore a very classic long dress with a turban and a simple wooden ring around her forehead.

“Hello, strange visitor! ”

“Who are you?” Ivan paused for a moment and continued to ask, "Why did you bring me here? ”

“As you can see, I am a dead soul.” The girl said slowly, with a hint of obedience in her voice, "As for my lifetime name, you can call me Shuklia. I saw you restore that soul with magic, and I heard what you said to it, and I thought you could help me escape the curse, which is why I brought you here. ”

“Curse?!” Ivan gasped and shook the wand in his hand, "I did come to help you, but if I had to know what was going on in this castle? First of all, what is that pillar next to you? I can feel a powerful magical force up there, which is a strange force to me. ”

“This is my own totem, and it is because of its power that all the souls wandering in this castle have become owls.” Shuklia said, looking at the columns around her, "I hung the sacred things of our tribe on top of it, it could communicate with an owl god, it was a powerful natural force..."

“You turned all the souls here into owls, that's the curse...”

“No, it's not a curse, it's a protection!” Shuklia said calmly, correct Ivan's mistake.

Ivan frowned, looking at the girl in front of her and a wooden pillar glittering with a blue radiance beside her, and exaggerating an owl on it.

As Arianna, the woman he had seen in the mirror before, said, it was this magic that turned the soul of everyone in the castle into an owl, but it really didn't seem like a demonic altar.

Evan can feel that this power is not so evil, but rather decent.

In fact, what Shouklia calls a totem reminds Ivan of another special magic that uses the power of nature to shaman.

Unlike the magic of the wizards, Shaman uses the power of natural elements, a very ancient and mysterious practitioner, who also communicates with the souls of their ancestors in those original tribes, as well as the task of treating patients.

In the past, Shamanism was prevalent, but since time entered the modern era, Shamanism has gradually become a historical term.

Because the way of inheritance is very backward and quite complex, the impostor himself is highly demanding, the process of imposition is also very cumbersome, and constant communication with the power of the dead and the elements, restrictions greatly reduce the number of shamans.

Ivan saw Shaman's introduction in his book on embracing magical power around the world and didn't know much about it.

What they just said about totem reminds him of this ancient profession, which is not a common magic item after all.

“You made this totem, is it Shaman's power?” Ivan asked.

“In our tribe, it is called witchcraft, and those who use it are called witchdoctors and spiritual leaders of clans and tribes.” The light blue magic light slowly flows through her hands, "said Shoulia," and we are responsible for communicating with the souls of our ancestors and with the spirits of the natural world, guiding our people through difficult times and maintaining the natural order undamaged. Of course, in your country, this power is also known as Shaman's power, it's just a different name! ”

“A witch doctor from Africa? Then you must be the witch it says!” Ivan thought about it and went on to ask, "In that case, what about the protection you just said? Turning all souls into owls, making them restless forever, is that also a protection? ”

“is a protection!” Shuklia slowly said, "This castle has powerful evil powers, and if I do not shelter these souls, they will be mercilessly devoured by the devil. ”

“What the hell is going on? That doesn't seem to be what I learned. ”

“I'll tell you the truth about everything, stranger, at your discretion.” Shuklia said, watching Ivan calmly, "A long time ago, I left my tribe for a solo trip, a trial that every witch doctor in the tribe would go through, and the elders wanted me to be able to wash my soul, communicate better with the elements, and return to the tribe to become a new witch doctor. But on that long trip, I gradually lost track of my original intentions, and I met a witch, and I met and fell in love with him, and he was going to take me back to his family, ready to marry me..."

“We crossed the Mediterranean Sea to prepare for Paris, where his family was located, and came to this place at the end of the journey, where the hostess of the castle was his classmate who had studied together at a magic school called Boothbaton. We stayed for a few days and were ready to leave again. ”