Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Chapter 184 Entering the Temple

If there is a clear explanation in mythology, the god who controls time has to be Cronus in Greek mythology, so Hermione's first stop is Greece.

"I've been to this place before," Alice said one step behind Hermione, flipping up on the edge of the rabbit hole held by Hermione for a few seconds before drifting over. "Except for wizards and some ferocious animals, there is nothing else here." Something.”

"Mythology says that Cronus's announcement was overturned by his son Zeus, and he was imprisoned in Tartarus, which is still under the underworld. Tartarus was also a god," Hermione said: "The three-headed dog - its origin is Greece. I hope the Greek mythology is not made up by ancient people because they saw magical animals."

"But this is the most likely answer." Alice said: "The underworld exists, but it is not the underworld in Greek mythology. When you die, you can hear the call from the distance... If you obey , then you will fall into darkness, and when you wake up again, you will be at the junction of life and death. If you refuse... then you will become a ghost."

Hermione stopped talking, lowered her head, pulled on her hat and started on her way.

"Then how are you going to find it?" Alice must ask clearly.

Hermione really didn't know, she only knew that the book said that Tartarus is lower than the two Olympus mountains rising up to the sky upside down, and that all the rivers flow through the chasm of Tartarus and flow out again. Some books say that Tartarus is surrounded by three high walls and a burning river. It is also said that Tartarus has a River Styx connected to the world, and the gatekeeper is a Hydra with fifty heads...

The girls walked along the path in the mountains. The place they were going to now was a gathering place for wizards in Greece. Just like Diagon Alley in London, there is a similar place in Athens, Greece, in the ancient buildings of the Acropolis. , which was also enchanted.

"There is no awareness of cultural relic protection..." Hermione muttered: "Fortunately, wizards can repair it here, otherwise some privileged people would drive in with their cars."

"I'll go over first," Alice said.

Hermione nodded, she was going to find a door - just like you have to knock the right code on a wall to go from the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley, if you want to enter the "temple" in Greece, you have to find the right door. A door that only wizards can see.

But all the temples of mythical gods are left with broken white pillars, with security personnel and tourists walking around. If it weren't for the invisibility effect provided by the potion, a weirdo like Hermione wearing a hat and robe would definitely be arrested and questioned. Inquiring, she compared the other people in casual clothes and looked carefully one by one, trying to find who looked like a wizard, but there was no result.This makes no sense. Even at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, there are wizards walking around in black robes. Where are the Greek wizards?

"Little girl," suddenly an old voice said to Hermione, "What are you doing?"

Hermione turned around and looked around. She stopped halfway up the steps - there were blue sky and white clouds above her head, and brown soil and yellow grass beside the steps. There were only four or five people passing by nearby, but they were all happily chatting with each other. Their respective companions are talking; the temple in the distance stands quietly in place, trying to interpret the beauty of time from a incomplete perspective - who is talking to himself?

"Little wizard," the voice said again, "why don't you look through the ground?"

The dirt changed a little bit.Certain pieces of soil are loosened, and these loose parts are connected together to form the outline of a sunken door, which looks very hidden.

Hermione was hesitant. She didn't know what to do next. The book mentioned that if you want to enter the wizarding market in Greece, you have to pass through a door, but what about this door that is more abstract than a door made of chalk? Open?

"Are you behind this door in the ground?" she asked.

The result was obvious. The soil that originally showed only an outline suddenly deepened in color and turned into a dark hole. Then it lit up again, revealing part of the dry and old steps, which turned in a slight arc and disappeared into the invisible end.

This part of the content is consistent with the content in the book.

Hermione turned sideways and stood on tiptoe, looking inside. Then she and a2 walked in, and the hole disappeared.

The stairs that went deep into the ground were spiraling. After maybe two or three turns, Hermione saw the exit. An... aging minotaur was waiting there with his back hunched over.

The name of the Minotaur is not strict, it must be called the Minotaur.

But it is too old, so old that it has no shadow of the majestic image in mythology. It is even shorter than Dumbledore. At this time, the minotaur does not have the negative connotation on the Internet decades later. It is just a bull head. The old tauren's hair is stiff and white, the lines on the horns are molded, and the eyes are cloudy.

"Foreigners," the old tauren said, "I always can't find the temple when I come here for the first time. Don't you, sir?"

Hermione imagined the unexpected situation of someone seeing through her age, and said the answer she had thought about countless times: "My sister and I are traveling together."

The old man snorted, twitched his dry cow nose with cracked nose wings, grinded his teeth and said nothing more: "Hmph, then come in."

The inside of the "temple" is a vast world. Although it is underground, there is still the sun in the sky. There are no shops here, only mobile stalls one after another. People wearing various costumes and pulling cars of various sizes Hermione looked from the dark red caravan of a circus and saw several mushrooms pushing barbecue carts... mushrooms?

These mushrooms are all as tall as a person. Their umbrellas are short, with a slightly oval tip. The handle is thick and long, with stubby and funny limbs. Their human-like face is on the upper side of the handle, and they are small. The eyes and mouth are all white, and they look a bit moldy. Each one has a different expression. The smaller one has a sad face, and the largest one looks like he is glaring.

"I think the Minotaur just now saw that I lied to it," Hermione said guiltily: "But there's nothing we can do about it... Where's Alice?"

a2 shook her head. No matter how good her eyes were, she couldn't find any trace of Alice at the moment.

At this time, Hermione walked up to the lovely Muguren. She saw that the barbecue sold by Muguren were all cut slices of some kind of fungi. The originally thick slices were dried and gave off a wonderful aroma. Glossy, this aroma reminded Hermione of the sweetness of wet berries in the forest and the cool breath of dew, and the hunger in her stomach suddenly became obvious - "Come on a few bunches," said an inarticulate voice. , you haven’t had a good meal in countless days.

So Hermione lowered her voice to appear more mature, walked up to the queue, and bought three large bunches.

But before he could even get a point with a2, a passing dark-skinned boy suddenly reached out and knocked off the skewers.

"Don't eat, don't eat," the boy said.