Valhalla?

"You mean? What was the state of this boy that you discovered just now?" Dumbledore asked, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

"Hanging upside down in mid-air. Wait, is this related to the boy's current state?" Snape began to ponder.

"Today is Wednesday."

"Wednesday?

Woden is an alias of the god Odin.

He is also the God of Knowledge.

In order to gain unparalleled Wisdom that can predict the future.

He sacrificed one of his eyes to the Wisdom Giant Mimir and hung upside down on the World Tree for seven days and seven nights.

Finally, he comprehended the Runes, the mysteries of the universe.

"Is this child also going to sleep for seven days and seven nights?" Snape gave Zacharias a disdainful look.

"Yes, yes. When did Hufflepuff's Golden Cup become associated with Scandinavia mythology?" Lily nodded repeatedly from the side.

"Perhaps Hufflepuff's magic comes from Eldhrímnir?" Dumbledore stroked his chin.

"According to you, this brat has entered Valhalla (the Valhalla)."

"The Shrímnir sacrificed himself for it, and the cook Andhrímnir prepared this brat's dinner in Eldhrímnir," Snape sneered.

Scandinavia mythology, or Germanic Mythology, is the only mythology that has had the cleanest extinction.

Almost all wizards Runes Ancient Runes some knowledge of them.

Valhalla is reserved for fallen heroes; how could a mere brat possibly enter?

"He can be considered a descendant of the Hufflepuff after all."

In addition to the upside-down position before falling into a coma,

Today is Wednesday, and the interaction between his magic and the Golden Cup undoubtedly suggests this possibility.

"So what is his current condition?" Lily asked curiously.

Unlike Snape, she was driven only by curiosity.

How did someone as incompetent as Snape get chosen for the Golden Cup?

And it seems that he entered Valhalla.

"He is facing a test," Dumbledore said calmly.

Zacharias felt he must be dreaming.

Although he didn't know who he was.

But he also clearly understood that he did not belong here.

I'm not that old myself.

This was a magnificent palace, and he sat on Iron Throne piled high with knives and blades.

Just now, because he was unfamiliar with the area, he accidentally cut his hand.

But judging from the scarred arms, this seemed inevitable for the original body.

Beneath the throne were rows of men, heads bowed, looking down at the ground, awaiting his command; these were presumably his subordinates.

Then he noticed that in the shadows of the palace, there were a large number of guards, standing as straight as javelins, clad in black armor.

Zacharias didn't dare to move.

Although he knew he was the boss.

But he couldn't help being afraid that a single word he uttered might reveal his identity.

If there's a sorcerer among these Mudblood who can Legilimency, then he's doomed.

Although he didn't know what a wizard was, or what Legilimency was.

I don't know how much time passed.

His buttocks stiffened, and he accidentally bumped into the sharp blade behind the throne, which caused him to bleed.

The tall, thin old man at the front of the line stepped forward.

"My esteemed lord, your subject Lannister dares to ask, may the questioning of the next Dragon Lord begin?"

Zacharias didn't know how to answer.

He glanced at the golden lion badge on the old man's chest, pretended to think for a moment, and then said, "Okay!"

The elderly man returned to the queue.

A man wearing armor with gold patterns, presumably the head of the guards, ran towards a corner of the palace.

About ten minutes later.

Three silver-haired youths, led by the head guard, came before him.

The slightly older youth was also wearing armor, but his armor was silver, which was quite flashy.

It made him slightly jealous.

The one in the middle wore clothes in the same style as his subordinates, who were presumably civil officials, only more ornate.

The youngest one wasn't so particular about his clothes; they were comparable to what he was wearing now.

"Dragon Lord!"

"Lord!"

"Father!" the three young men addressed him.

Their manner of greeting him was also completely different.

A capable and efficient person.

One, like the old man, was somewhat complicated.

One is extremely elegant.

Even if Zacharias is incredibly stupid, he understands now.

He should be a king now.

These three young men are his sons.

The older one must be a general.

Therefore, he is called the Dragon Lord.

The second son should still be a civil servant.

So he addressed him in the same way the old man did.

The third one is probably still a minor.

I don't have a formal job yet.

Therefore, we can simply call him Father.

Now, it's time to choose the next king.

It seems he's nearing the end of his life?

In the kitchen, Zacharias's inner thoughts, as well as his current environment, were all projected into the air.

Strands of silver threads, guided by Dumbledore's wand, formed a projection.

"This is not Valhalla."

Dragon Lord?

"I remember you mentioned it. This is one of the titles of the master of our school's Forbidden Forest, 'Hagrid'." Snape squinted.

The magic before him was beyond his complete comprehension, even with the eyes of this body.

This is still learning micro-innovation from that fake Philosopher's Stone.

If you think about it that way, how amazing must the "Magician of the Moonlight" have been when Harry took the Philosopher's Stone in his first year?

Are the wizards who settled on the moon almost as powerful as the ancient wizards who were called gods?

Dumbledore shook his head, assuming Snape was analyzing the source of the image.

So he quickly smiled and said, "This has nothing to do with 'Hagrid'."

This is Targaryen.

The dynasty founded by Aegon Targaryen, a wizarding lord in the 13th century.

They are a family of wizards who use fire dragons for spellcasting.

"Just like the connection between Dumbledore and the Phoenix?" Lily asked curiously.

"You don't know?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

He had been puzzled for a while now.

Lily, who has seen so many dead people, should know this.

"The 13th century, that's too far back."

Few wizards of that time were still willing to socialize.

Their circles are generally very closed.

They are only open to people of the same generation or their descendants. Lily shook her head.

"Then, those gods?" Dumbledore asked.

"Enough!" Snape quickly stepped in front of Lily.

Believing that the gods were gradually reviving, he didn't want Lily to mention the dangerous existences that might attract attention if she did.

He pointed to the air and said, "Isn't the purpose of transcribing this influence because you're worried that this test will endanger this brat's life?"

It has already begun!

In mid-air, 'Zacharias' sat high on the Iron Throne.

Before him, the eldest prince had already begun his own question-and-answer session.

But Zacharias looked completely bewildered.

It seems that the cold I had a few days ago has really turned into a positive result.

But she clearly didn't go out.

Speechless. Although my head isn't dizzy anymore, I feel much better.

He just keeps coughing.

But typing is really slow now.

Compared to before.

It takes a long time to think about a single sentence.

There was clearly no Kaven.

I wasn't planning to take Japan off.

As a result, the first chapter is only now finished.

Please remember to wear masks.