Pillar of Giants

Rupert, who was actually a creation of Basil, was captivated and won over by Basil's extraordinary charm, while those who 'knew' Rupert's origins were also observing him.

'Strange, he looks like an adult, but upon closer inspection, he looks more like a child.' Snape frowned.

He 'knew' that Rupert was actually an actor, nearly 30 years old, not the 12-year-old boy the public believed to be cursed with age.

'Perhaps it's his exceptional acting skills? Because he played Ron Weasley from a young age, the character came alive within him and became a complete part of him? Hmm, that's possible.'

He watched those seven movies in the Pensieve, and could tell from the changes in the character Ron's appearance how many years it took to film them.

"You're looking at Basil," Ron said. "That's right, he's not in your movie scripts or novels, is he?"

"Now I know why he's not in it." Rupert nodded. "You only have characters like that in Mary Sue novels. He couldn't possibly be a supporting character."

"I heard you're staying at my house?" Ron asked abruptly.

Fred and George, standing to the side and behind, twitched their ears. "Little Ronnie, did we hear that right?" "He lives with us."

Percy, who was ahead, was also drawn to it.

And Ginny, who is clearly a beauty even now.

Rupert nodded. "And Lance Weasley."

He didn't directly ask Ron how he knew his identity.

The students in the Great Hall are now almost all paying attention to what's happening here.

He also wanted to play the role of the cursed 12-year-old boy for a while, before the world of the movie Ron and the portal to that world were fully opened.

Fred and George leaned closer. "What should we call you?" "What's your relationship with Lance Weasley?"

"Rupert— "

"What we mean is—" "Your relationship with our family, and with that Lance Weasley."

"Lance and I are both from the New World (referring to the United States)." Rupert wasn't lying; he did work in Hollywood.

Fred and George immediately understood—distant relatives.

Many wizarding families moved to the New World.

Even Harry has relatives there.

However, these relatives are usually very distant, and it's difficult to count them even by looking through the family genealogy.

Just as the two were thinking of asking Rupert to bring something from home, they suddenly heard a faint rustling sound.

The purple, magical ceiling was as bright as day.

The sky was a mix of blue and gold, with golden clouds appearing above it.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that there are tiny, Jin Guang particles of powder scattered across the sky.

The professors in the High Table stood up one after another.

Dumbledore has disappeared into the firelight.

Fred and George, who were already close to the Great Hall doors, took advantage of the moment when everyone was startled to push the doors open.

"The direction of the Sacred Volcano!" Ron shouted.

"This is the Pillar of Light?" Harry's emerald green eyes reflected a pillar of light shooting into the sky. "The messenger of holy light has descended?"

The entire Forbidden Forest seemed to be dyed gold.

The dark lake surface reflected the golden sky.

Dumbledore had reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. "Is this... a phoenix?"

Having formed a bond with the phoenix and even incorporated its blood into his own, Dumbledore would naturally recognize the phoenix.

But the sacred bird before us did not have golden-red feathers; it was entirely ice-blue, as if it were carved from Crystal.

It kept swirling around the volcano that was almost reaching into the Cloud Top.

The crimson pillar of fire had vanished, replaced by a pillar Buddha's Light that connected heaven and earth.

Dotty specks of golden light drifted away on the wind and landed on the bare volcanic rocks.

Green moss, grass, flowers, and even trees proliferated at a visible rate.

The once lifeless, scorching area at the edge of the Forbidden Forest has been revitalized with greenery, and a clear spring gushes from the mountaintop, spreading along the mountain range.

A crystal-clear river flows along the animal trail, dividing the entire Forbidden Forest in two and gushing into the Black Lake.

In the Black Lake, the cold-water Merpeople with iron-gray skin and dark green hair began to resemble their warm-water relatives, gradually acquiring the appearance of the Merpeople in fairy tales.

Some of the more adventurous students, like Fred and George, had already run along the river toward the woods.

The professors only managed to stop a small number of students.

Knowing that the students would be safe and sound in this "Magical Kingdom," they didn't have much motivation to stop them.

"The Dadi is spreading and expanding."

Dumbledore lay on the lush green grass, feeling the pulse of the Dadi.

The distance between the original volcano and the Forbidden Forest is increasing at a steady rate.

"Now, at least 7 miles."

Dumbledore stood up and looked around.

The sacred, ice-blue bird had vanished into the pillar of light; its song could only be heard occasionally.

It should be like the World Tree that appeared before, clearly in the forest but impossible to approach by any means.

The same applies to that water column.

Ron and the others followed Fred and George into the woods.

The forest, which was once dark and shrouded in darkness, was now as bright as day.

Golden rays of light pierced through the layers of leaves and descended upon the woodland, which had long been deprived of sunlight.

The flowing river also shimmered with gold, as if it were formed from the convergence of light.

"It's so beautiful." Ron stopped, panting, and leaned against a large, thick tree. "Do things like this happen in movies?"

Rupert sat down on the leaf-strewn ground and shook his head. His attention was more focused on the magical creatures appearing on both sides of the golden stream: a unicorn that seemed to be the embodiment of moonlight, tiny blue spherical birds that twinkled everywhere, a small humanoid figure pieced together from green branches, and a palm-sized, naked woman with transparent wings.

They were all drawn to the golden river and appeared one by one, some already burying their heads.

"What the hell is going on!" Rupert's screams did not attract the attention of the animals.

But it disturbed Ron.

He looked toward the source of Rupert's scream: a fully grown unicorn that had suddenly turned golden.

"That's normal. Harry said that there's a divine energy permeating the Magical Kingdom, and all living things are evolving under its influence."

"Different colored Fantastic Beasts are the most common."

"Some of them will even grow an extra wing, a head, and a shell."

"The ghosts have acquired the characteristics of 'living people' because of their influence."

"Now some humanoids also possess more abilities."

"Do you know Pukwudgie? They're the Goblin of America. Some of them can now transform into porcupines or cougars at will, and they even have the ability to set fires."

"Vampires can not only turn into bats, but they can also control shadows."

"Centaur magic," Ron paused, thinking of Delia.

He had thought he would see her.

However, no centaurs appeared on either side of the river.

"No wizards?" Rupert asked, puzzled.

Ron woke up with a start, "What did you say?"

"I mean, the wizard hasn't changed at all?" Rupert said.

"Wizards," Ron said, blushing slightly, "Harry said it would give us real magic, a kind of good, light-based Mana. It would greatly enhance the power of our magic. But I haven't sensed that so-called Mana yet."

"But Percy is almost there."

He said that light is not light in the true sense, but a kind of positive energy.

"It can also exist in other forms."

"Percy said he had mastery over [water], and the secret was to go to the seaside often, and preferably find a way to get close to the water column, not necessarily in reality, but also in Mind Stone. In short, it was all very mysterious."

"What kind of reality Mind Stone is this? It's all so strange and bizarre."

"Like Harry, he directly mastered that Mana of light."

Rupert listened thoughtfully.

The United States has no shortage of cults.

Hollywood is the closest place to this.

Although he didn't believe it, he did have some understanding of it.

This sounds a bit like meditation in spiritual practice, choosing a symbol and sketching it in your mind.

The World Tree, along with the water pillars, fire pillars, and now the light pillars, should be the best models to imitate.

Although he thought this way, the image of Basil inexplicably flashed through his mind.

"You... you... light Magic Circle!" Ron's voice rang in Rupert's ears.

Rupert was about to ask a question when he realized that he was glowing. The nature of the magic he possessed, which was different from that of the wizards in this world, had changed. The Dadi, the wind, and the golden water around him seemed to be talking to him.

With a thought, the wind swept up fallen leaves and gathered them in front of him.

Then it turned into specks of light and disappeared into the air.

"How did you learn that?" Ron asked indignantly. He hadn't mastered the magic of light for so long, but Rupert, who Muggle not long ago, had supposedly learned it easily.

"I don't know," was all Rupert could say.

Could he possibly say it's because he misses Basil? That's too gay; he's straight.

"It's just inexplicable." He suddenly saw the pillar of fire transforming into a beam of light through the gaps in the leaves, and a suitable reason came to his lips, "Ah, I get it! It's because we are very close to the beam of light now."

"It's the same method your brother taught, except the water jets have been replaced with light jets."

"Ah," Ron smacked his lips and stood up, "Then let's continue. Harry and Fred must be at the edge of the Forbidden Forest by now."

As Ron said.

Harry has now reached the edge.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry was stunned.

He was still surprised that he had accidentally used the Light Transformation ability while traveling, which allowed him to overtake Fred and George and arrive ahead of them.

But then he encountered Dumbledore.

"Magic is truly wondrous." Dumbledore turned around. "I was just thinking about how to use this extra piece of land."

"Quidditch?" That was the answer that popped into Harry's head immediately.

"Good idea," Dumbledore said with a smile, "But I think we could perhaps build another village similar to Hogsmeade. If we keep reclaiming land from the sea and creating floating islands, it might not be enough to accommodate the increasing number of tourists and residents."

Actually, he had just thought of placing the castle that Nick Flume gave to Ariana here.

But this only satisfied his selfish desires.

So I gave up.

"But the train doesn't go through the Forbidden Forest," Harry said.

The Hogsmeade Express travels along an invisible track in the Magical Kingdom, rising from the seabed into the sky and finally stopping above Hogsmeade Village.

The Forbidden Forest is located behind Hogwarts; the train has to pass through Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest to reach this vast grassland.

"That will require the help of the master of the Magical Kingdom," said Dumbledore.

"You mean Basil." Harry understood immediately.

If it were Basil, doing this would indeed not be difficult.

"Then I'll get back to work." Dumbledore stepped into the fire that appeared out of nowhere.

Harry had just said goodbye when he heard footsteps behind him.

It's Fred and George.

The omnipresent Light Power in the air did have an effect on the wizards; at the very least, their physical strength became more abundant.

In the past, it would have taken them two or three hours to cross the Forbidden Forest, and they would have had to stop and go frequently.

The two of them ran over in one go, and it took them less than half an hour.

On the other side, Basil, who was walking barefoot on the edge of the beach holding Ariana's hand, turned around and said, "Hello, Albus."

"Brother?" Ariana rested her head on Basil's shoulder and looked back.

"Hello." Dumbledore speechless.

He still finds it hard to accept that Basil is with his sister.

It's not that Basil stopped calling him Professor Dumbledore in private after becoming his brother-in-law.

But Basil was also with Hermione and Phoebe at the same time.

Now there might be Ginny from the Weasley family and Luna from the Lovegood family.

But Ariana didn't mind.

"What do you want with Basil?" Ariana, somewhat annoyed.

This was a rare opportunity for her to spend time alone with Basil.

(Basil's interactions with Phoebe, Quidditch, and Luna Ginny Hermione the Forbidden Forest indicate that they were indeed alone.)

"Anna, I will only be taking up a very short time from you." Dumbledore then looked at Basil, "What do you plan to do with the land beyond the Forbidden Forest?"

"My suggestion is to leave it idle for now," Basil said. "This world bubble, which is what everyone calls the 'Magical Kingdom,' is still missing its last pillar."

"The pillar of the wind?" Dumbledore guessed.

The pillar of light combines the elements of earth fire, while the pillar of water represents water.

The World Tree is the core element.

Then it still lacks wind.

Basil shook his head. "The Pillar of Light is perfect. It relies on the Pillar of Water and the Pillar of Tree, transforming from the pillar of the Dadi into light. The phoenix in the Sacred Volcano is the wind."

"The last pillar is the [Pillar of Giants]."

"Giant?" Dumbledore somewhat puzzled.

Giant are simply a synonym for brutality; by nature, they don't even possess their own culture.

"In ancient Greek Mythology, Atlas, the son of Iapetus, one of the twelve Titan God, and Clymene," Basil said, "Was punished for failing to rebel against Zeus, and was forced to hold up the sky with his head and hands at the westernmost point of the world."

"You mean the Giant?" Dumbledore, somewhat surprised. "They really exist?"

He used Him, because the Giant were actually a failed god.

They are also known as the Titans.

"No, he is Bronze Giant powered by music, it just so happens that his name is also Atlas." Basil kept them in suspense. "As long as there is beautiful music, he has inexhaustible energy to hold up the sky."