Harry was too naive.
However, it's understandable. In this world's existing magic system, apart from a handful of Archmage and even Transfiguration experts like Professor McGonagall who are unwilling to Transfiguration into it (referring to permanently modifying the body with magic), everything that is learned is merely approaching one's innate limits.
Even a sorcerer like Avada, who practices killing to hone his skills, has its limits.
Therefore, he believes it is normal for the World Tree to be limited by an upper limit.
His keen senses allowed him to perceive the boundaries of the World Tree's vast divine power.
An almost Prophecy intuition can foresee the ultimate fate of the World Tree, which, through the collision of light and darkness and the generation of earth, wind, water, and fire, will expand to an almost limitless level.
However, his knowledge and learning were limited by the world and the system of American Horror Story.
For Basil
If we compare the World Tree at its maximum growth limit to a container filled with water.
As the creator of the world, he could have deliberately created and injected forces that were the opposite of the world's order, destroying the bottle and then reshaping it.
This is only one solution.
Similarly, it can also grow by consuming the same world bubbles.
Or perhaps wizards could be used directly to add to the structure.
The wizards' Eternity magic is a miracle unique to the Harry world.
The afterlife grows and expands infinitely because the souls of wizards reside there.
However, millions of years have passed since the first wizard, out of fear of death, caused the creation of the rudimentary afterlife, and since then, the entry of the souls of humans and other living beings into that world after death has become an unstoppable inertia.
It has become a fixed and inviolable law of this world.
Only wizards can use magic to miraculously refuse to remain in the world after death.
Therefore, directly replacing the afterlife is not advisable.
It's too early to say that merging the world bubble would allow it to detach from Earth and become part of the Cosmic Rule.
A better solution would be to use a living wizard as a human sacrifice through a contract.
This is not impossible, although the contracted wizards may change upon enrollment or graduation.
But the essence of this contract is a contract between the ancient Hogwarts building and the students.
Even if it were merged with the World Tree, the same principle applies.
The contract to protect students is now a pillar of the world.
The power to protect them actually comes from within themselves.
The World Tree merely serves as a central hub for redistribution.
In fact, this solution has also been used by the Long-eared Tribe.
Holy Land Luna, the Holy Land, can also be called the Moon of the Rabbit.
It is located in a world carved out inside the moon, and is divided into five layers.
If divided by region, there are six.
The sixth district is a forest world, with the World Tree as its pillar.
The fifth area is the ocean world, and its pillars are Pillar of Water.
The fourth area is the Pillar of Light.
The third area is a world of ice and snow, with ice pillars as its support.
The first and second sections are the Pillar of Giants.
The pillars in the third zone are built using this design.
The ice pillars in the third district are also a combination of architecture and living beings.
That ice pillar is a mage tower built by the Long-eared Tribe, where the Ice Queen resides.
Her combination with the mage tower serves as the support for the third zone, which is the second floor.
The unique Light Power of ice circulates repeatedly in this layer of heaven and earth.
In fact, the Pillar of Light in the fourth area, which is the third floor, is very similar.
It is a combination of Sacred Volcano and a mother Phoenix.
They transformed the geothermal heat of the magma into pillars of light, bringing greenery and moisture to what should have been a scorching hellish third layer.
However, the Sacred Volcano, unlike the Snow Queen's tower, was not man-made.
However, Basil did not intend to rely on Hogwarts to sustain the world.
That contract was primarily for the protection of the students.
He ordered everything to be in order according to his own plan.
In fact, he had better options for the new pillar.
On the fifth day after God created the heavens and the earth, He created the mountains and the sea. On the sixth day, He created Leviathan and Behemoth from clay.
The two monsters will be separated on that day; the female will be called Leviathan, who dwells in the depths of the fountain; the male will be called Behemoth, who will rule the entire Dandain Desert.
When the end of the world comes, Leviathan, Behemoth, and Ziz will become food for the Holy Ones.
The giant life form created by the author of "Brave of Light" based on Leviathan.
However, in this world, the Leviathan in the Bible on Earth is probably based on it.
The fourth layer is the deep seabed, a world filled with oceans where sunlight cannot reach.
A massive whale, which occupied almost half of the sea, lay prone on the sand and rocks.
Tears kept welling up from the corners of her eyes.
Solid bubbles form and rise to the surface of the sea, eventually accumulating on the horizontal surface under the influence of gravity.
The Long-eared Tribe inhabitants of the surrounding islands are working hard to clean up the bubbles.
They believe that the previously large Pillar of Water, which were almost touching the Twin Dragon Stones, have become thinner because these imposing structures are now very close to the stone.
But in reality, it was because this enormous whale was crying that the Light Magic Circle in its heart was hidden and sealed by a giant starfish.
The Pillar of Water is also the water he spews out, and the bubbles are used to guide the Long-eared Tribe that may come to save him.
It is arguably the best pillar in its situation.
When it was still intact, the Light Magic Circle in its heart could give birth to a tiny life form.
The Antibody Clan: Long-eared Tribe, each the size of a palm, wearing red helmets and resembling working cells.
They maintain the internal environment and help it digest food better.
It can also dispel the pollution brought by the Dark Magic circle.
It should have been the only intact pillar.
However, the starfish that was too large for the Antibody Clan occupied the Antibody Clan's [Birth Temple], which is the heart of the giant whale.
This resulted in no new generations of antibodies being born.
As a result, my body is now so weak.
"Am I right, Mr. Whale?" Basil sat cross-legged on the 'ground', surrounded by the antibody race who regarded him as a god.
If you didn't see the enormous heart in front of him and the tree-like connective tissue around him, no one would guess that he was inside a whale.
"Yes. But do I really want to keep this starfish?" The whale's voice rang out in the vast, empty space; it was a clear male voice.
"Yes, Outer Gods." The bearded old Anti-Epidemic being held up a javelin. "How can such filth remain in our [Temple of Birth]?"
Basil, referred to as an Outer God, shrugged. "In the previous world, I was too fast."
"This has caused the trials that the Brave of Light should have faced to disappear."
"The vast Light Power of the awakened and healthy World Tree drove away all evil from the fifth layer."
"I have cast an interesting spell on this dead starfish."
"Your Light Power, which turns the ocean upside down and connects heaven and earth, will be confined within you, making you still look weak."
"Only in this way can those Evil Moving Tribe still enter this world."
"Let the Brave of Light be tempered."
"Is that so?" the giant whale pondered. "Alright."
"But what use do you have for collecting these stones?"
Basil smiled mysteriously, "That's another purpose."
Called a stone by the giant whale, Basil's feet tread on something like the ground, something that the future Dadi could even use to summon Brave of Light.
Although it has terrestrial properties, it is actually a secretion from a giant whale.
It contains its complete cellular structure and DNA helical structure.
The Long-eared Tribe truly lives up to their reputation as a cosmic magical race that hides on the moon.
The heart of a giant whale contains the secret to creating life.
After expending most of my recently accumulated emotional energy to 'make a wish,' this secret was finally learned.
At this moment, at the bottom of another vast and boundless sea.
The 'stones' collected by Basil appeared out of thin air.
Magic Circle of light enveloped it, eventually transforming it into a giant egg.
"My Leviathan, grow strong and healthy."
The seaside, hundreds of miles away.
A small island floating on the sea.
Shops in the corners of winding streets paved with cobblestones.
The old man, whose eyes resembled two bright moons, blinked and put down the wand he was wiping.
"Was that an earthquake?" Ollivander was a little doubtful of his senses.
Known as one of the three great rod makers in Europe, he has extremely nimble hands.
Just now, while adjusting the wand in my hand, I felt an extremely subtle tremor.
The vibration appears to originate from the seabed.
"Maybe it's the Hogwarts Express. There have been a lot of tourists lately."
He then put the matter aside and focused his attention back on the wand in his hand.
"Oak, the proportions are perfect."
"I'm really curious, if the wood were made from a branch of that World Tree, what kind of magic wand would it be?"
Basil did not pay attention to Ollivander's ramblings.
The future Pillar of Water is already waiting to hatch on the seabed.
He then put the matter aside for the time being.
Although both recreating another World Tree and generating another Leviathan as a pillar, Basil could do it.
But what Basil wanted was for each pillar to be independent.
Now, he began to focus his attention on the Dadi of people riding the solar snail.
Not long ago, they even won a running race against the Long-eared Tribe turtle tribe on their island.
To be honest, Basil was very disappointed that he wasn't there at the time.
The Long-eared Tribe suffered from an inferiority complex due to losing to the tortoise tribe in a running race, which is ingrained in their DNA, causing them to sneeze incessantly in front of the tortoise tribe.
Mei, it's really funny Gori Gori lose your composure like that.
Those turtles who talk like Flash the sloth from Zootopia are also included.
They could have obtained the map from the turtle clan simply by acknowledging their ancestors' failure.
But Mei puffed out her cheeks and stubbornly refused to admit it. "If we hadn't slept in the middle, the Long-eared Tribe wouldn't have failed."
Then he gritted his teeth and kept saying, "We haven't lost! We haven't lost!"
They even started arguing.
They even held a tortoise and hare race on the island for this.
Mei even unusually humbled herself and gave the rabbi a massage.
She already knew the future; she could have gotten the map by simply giving in.
It's a real shame that I was so focused on the world I had just created that I missed all of this.
But Aguraman is too unpretentious.
If he were the leader of the Evil Moving Empire, he would definitely send all those previously built, idle mechs into battle.
Instead of having Ainuma send over a crab.
Make an excuse, saying, "Since it's already like this..."
"In order to build the Evil King, it would be better to fail a few more times and collect data on the King of Light Energy."
If Xiamang hadn't been driven by loyalty, he would have almost doubted it.
It can only be said that before knowing that Aguraman was not actually Evil Moving Tribe, Xiamang's loyalty was comparable to that of the original Ainuma.
As for why it was originally said...
"Honey, I did a good job, didn't I?"
"They sent it out even though they knew that Seidus (the crab) was no match for those Brave of Light."
"But what you said is actually true. His Majesty the Evil Moving Demon God is indeed the grandfather of that brat named Rabi from the Long-eared Tribe."
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such outrageous things."
In the pool, Ainuma, her body wrapped in a thin veil, her exquisite figure faintly visible, pressed her face against Basil's chest and spoke.
Basil silently recited the mantra of a virtuous man.
After controlling the recoil, he said, "Alright, I should go now."
"I've been away from the team for so long, it's time for me to go back."
Ainuma shifted her body, resting her head on Basil's shoulder, and blinked her big eyes, "You really have the heart to do this?"
Basil recalled the plot.
Hmm. Long-eared Tribe; a conflict between a surfing-loving child and his mother who demands he inherit the sushi shop; a tribe so complacent that they've even forgotten how to use an escape device.
What a bizarre combination of black and Japanese culture.
Perhaps it's still Ainuma.
Thinking of this, Basil snapped his the Snap.
As the real dream unfolded, Ainuma smiled smugly and slowly descended.
Basil closed his eyes.
Dadi, keep going!
Meanwhile, Aguraman was feeling frustrated.
That damned Basil Granger hasn't shown up yet.
Should I continue releasing water?
Will Xiamang notice something amiss?
Oh, right!
The fourth floor is all sea, which is inconvenient for Xiamang.
He used Poseidon's hair ahead of time again.
Let the Nab come.
He definitely wouldn't be able to tell.
In Nab's figurine workshop, Nab still diligently sculpts clay figures, carefully crafting small-eyed sculptures to contribute to the Evil Moving Empire and increase its manpower.
Boom!
The flames in the metal pillar, which burned with orange-red flames like a lotus flower, suddenly shot into the sky.
Aguraman's figure appeared among them.
"Nab!"
Nab quickly stood up and respectfully said, "Yes! Your Majesty Evil Moving Demon God."
"Aguraman, now a massive surge of energy is approaching the Long-eared Tribe."
"You must take this opportunity to get rid of them for us quickly."
"Yes! Then please bestow upon me the Evil God Terror Dragon," Nab replied confidently.
Without a doubt, why they sought out Ainuma, who was skilled in wind, instead of Enuma, in the realm of water.
Despite having hastily created clay figurines for the marine world, he had no doubts about his work.
Looking at that Nab.
Aguraman felt unusually guilty.
Or should I change the script so that I don't kill him off and give him to the Great Dark Evil God instead?
"All right."
Aguraman's figure disappeared in a hurry.
Without the support of the Evil Power, the towering pillar of fire turned back into a small flame.
Nab stepped forward and picked up a simple clay figurine made from clay mixed with cosmic catfish bone powder.
I was deeply moved.
The adults trust me so much.
Hehehe! Ainuma, you stinking woman, Xiamang, you pretty boy, how do you think you can fight me?
Not long ago, the wave amplification device that I had asked Dr. Babu to build came in handy.
"Just you wait, Brave of Light!"