"God..."
Harry thought of the question he had asked a long, long time ago.
Does this world truly have gods?
"Who knows?" Howl's voice resounded in his ear.
"If there are, challenge them."
"But... they must be very powerful..."
"If you can't beat them, run!" Howl burst into laughter: "You wouldn't think I'm a reckless fool who charges in even when I know I'm outmatched, would you?"
"When you asked me about the houses back then, the first one I rejected was Gryffindor!" He said, "I don't have much courage. The only reason I want to become stronger is because I'm very cowardly."
Harry smiled helplessly: "Uncle Howl, you're at it again..."
After laughing for a while, Howl became a bit more serious.
"Because this is what humans are. Whether it's recklessness, self-righteousness, or even courage. Anyway, the blood of rebellion against the outside world flows in our bones..."
"Really?"
"Of course. Those pirates used to think about how to seal the Sea Goddess and make her serve them..." Howl walked forward: "From the day 'Logic' officially came into being in the human mind, it became intertwined with 'Desire,' driving the deities out of that small space."
A bewildered Harry followed Howl. Along the way, Harry curiously asked all sorts of questions.
He asked him who the gods he had encountered before were, how that battle back then actually went, and how powerful Ancient Greece's magic was...
Howl looked at him helplessly: "Things from the past... perhaps you'll have a chance to know them. They're just stories, really."
"When the eyewitnesses of those stories are standing right beside you, the feeling is absolutely different!" Harry said with conviction.
Howl looked at his confident face, so different from the timid demeanor of two years ago, and was stunned for a moment, then smiled contentedly: "If there's a chance, you'll see."
He looked towards the Temple of Poseidon located on the coast ahead and said seriously: "Getting back to the main topic, to learn Ancient Greece's magic, you're still missing one thing."
"What is it?!" Harry's face was overflowing with pleasant surprise.
"No, no, no, don't get too excited. Remember? What I told you – Enlightenment! Only when you find it can it prove that you have a sufficient understanding of the current system.
What I'm saying now is just for you to prepare in advance!"
Harry's disappointment flashed across his face, followed by a surge of motivation.
Although... he still didn't understand what the so-called enlightenment for casting spells was.
Howl raised his finger and softly uttered a word.
This word made Harry feel like he had misheard.
"Mathematics!" Howl said: "I don't think I need to elaborate too much on the development of logical thinking abilities through mathematics."
"Okay." Harry nodded, feeling a little uneasy.
His math... was pretty ordinary to begin with, and he didn't know how high Uncle Howl's requirements were...
...
At night, the Acropolis was illuminated by lights, like the brightest star in the deep sky.
In Moonlight Fortress, Lucifer looked at Howl with a chuckle: "How is it? Did you find what you were looking for?"
Howl was a little disappointed and shook his head: "I originally thought the Temple of Poseidon might give me some surprises, but unfortunately..."
"If it really doesn't work out, then let it go." Lucifer said, "No need to rush, there's still plenty of time."
"That's true." Howl nodded: "Anyway, there's still the Ministry I haven't checked out."
Unfortunately, the original works of Pythagoras and Hippasus were stolen...
This might be worth investigating...
Thinking this, he lay on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.
As night deepened, within War God Mountain, the gloomy Greek Ministry of Magic was empty.
At the third-floor stairwell, two streaks of pitch-black black spots suddenly wriggled, gradually converging, as if boiling.
A moment later, a bloated figure appeared within them.
"Hmm... the Wilderness Witch's puppetry... combined with teacher's shadow magic..."
Murmuring, the bloated puppet gradually differentiated into slender limbs, seemingly attempting to solidify into a concrete body...
A moment later, the gradually thickening and solidifying limbs suddenly collapsed.
"The remaining fundamental elements are still too few... Let me think... Add some more desire..." He mumbled, then transformed into a towering mass of black water.
His pitch-black body gurgled for a moment, and then a concrete mask with facial features appeared.
This was the image of an old friend from Spirited Away.
Saying this, he stretched out a slender, inhuman arm and slowly pushed the door open.
Creak—
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