Chapter 139: Flows within my essence?

The memory still depicted the same exquisite and luxurious room, now covered in a gray haze.

Two wizards in more ancient attire continuously cast spells, filling in the room's details. Intricate spires rose in spirals as if crafted by divine beings. One wizard was short and stout, the ancestor of the current-day Rookwood. The other was named Percival Rackham, a surname Cyrus had not heard of, but the first name matched Albus Dumbledore's middle name.

Moreover, this name also belonged to the second knight of King Arthur's Round Table.

In the memory, Rookwood expressed concern about the numerous intricate barriers Percival was setting up, though his hands did not stop casting hidden spells.

"You're worried no one will be able to get through? Don't worry, it's meant for those like us who can see ancient magic," Percival said softly, preserving his memory into a vial.

Cyrus listened to their conversation while watching them cast spells. These incantations seemed traceable to him.

However, he still hadn't grasped the exact advantage of ancient magic. The same level of transformation seemed achievable by regular transfiguration spells.

Just as he pondered this, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The key lies in greater power and longer-lasting effects."

Cyrus quickly turned around, only to see the two wizards from the memory seemingly come to life and begin speaking to him.

"And it must also be more mysterious."

At this moment, the two wizards were no longer just memories; they appeared more like the state Cyrus had experienced inside the diary. This immediately put Cyrus on guard.

Who knew what kind of world this was? Perhaps these guardians could be the worst villains in this realm.

"Don't worry, we are just a fragment of thought," Percival seemed to notice Cyrus's concern and immediately clarified, "like a portrait."

"I've never heard of memories in a Pensieve having the same cognitive abilities as portraits," Cyrus remained cautious, unwilling to relax based on a single statement.

He even regretted using the Pensieve now. If he had used his own abilities to view the memory, he would have had more control.

'I was a bit careless.'

Fortunately, Percival and Rookwood didn't do anything suspicious and continued their explanation.

"Ancient magic possesses immensely powerful energy, enabling us to achieve what ordinary wizards cannot," Percival said.

In fact, he could even be considered very modest.

Wizards with the gift of ancient magic view ordinary wizards much like wizards view Muggles. Ordinary wizards can't even see ancient magic, let alone decipher it.

The difference is substantial.

It's like how Muggles can build an intricate castle on the beach, but for a wizard, a mere wave of the wand achieves the same result.

In other words, whatever ordinary magic can do, ancient magic can also do, and whatever ordinary magic can't do, ancient magic can still achieve!

"Don't tell me you went through all this trouble to leave behind a series of tests just to preserve a memory?" Cyrus asked.

In reality, according to the plot of "Legacy," there was almost nothing in Vault 12 except for a series of trials, and the memories left behind merely proved the existence of ancient magic.

"Of course, it's not just that," Rookwood shook his head and said, "The dangers of ancient magic are immense, which is why we need to guard it carefully. We need to ensure that, besides having the ability, your heart is capable of being a guardian."

When speaking of qualifications, both Percival and Rookwood's eyes revealed complex emotions, as if they had once made a grave mistake regarding this matter.

Cyrus wasn't too concerned about this. Speaking of character, although he wasn't particularly noble, at least he wasn't involved in daily scandalous activities.

"And this kind of guardianship is clearly necessary," Percival said. "Because over a hundred years ago, a goblin attempted to grasp the power of ancient magic. He even reached this secret vault, but ultimately, he had to leave empty-handed."

"Ranrok? What happened to him?"

"We're not sure. Perhaps he died under the giant sword of the guardian statues. Our consciousness only exists within the Pensieve, so we're not clear on the rest," Percival said uncertainly.

"The only thing we can be sure of is that if ancient magic falls into the hands of goblins or those with ulterior motives, the wizarding world will face an immense crisis."

Cyrus agreed with this.

However, if this was all there was to it, his trip to Vault 12 would be extremely disappointing.

He had gained almost nothing. The existence of ancient magic was something he already knew, so there was no need to confirm it again.

Seeing the thoughts in Cyrus's mind, Percival and Rookwood exchanged a smile and continued, "You must be wondering why we went to such great lengths, yet didn't store ancient magic within the vault. In fact, ancient magic itself flows within your magical essence."

"Flows within my essence?"

"Of course. Young wizards don't gain magic only after attending Hogwarts; they possess magic beforehand, which grants them the eligibility to attend Hogwarts. Ancient magic is the same. Because you have this talent, you now stand here."

"But how can I unlock its power?" Cyrus asked.

"You just need to feel the difference," Percival said, almost enraptured. "Feel the contrast between the two types of magic. You'll find it's so obvious that even the simplest spell can be enhanced."

"Think about the Revelio spell you cast. Why was it able to break through the barrier of ancient magic? It's because, when you cast the spell, you naturally used both types of magic. Now, you need to identify their differences and convert the first type into the power of ancient magic."

Cyrus closed his eyes and tried to feel the difference, but he didn't have much success.

"Not so easy, is it? However, I think the trials we've left behind can help you. And only after completing the trials will you be shown how to properly use the power of ancient magic."

"Trials?"

"The four of us, the guardians of ancient magic, set up four trials together. But first, I think you might need to find a book. It's placed in the Athenaeum at Hogwarts."

"The Athenaeum?" Cyrus was confused. He only had a vague understanding of the plot of *Legacy*, and he had never heard of such a place.

"It's at Hogwarts. You'll find it."

The memory ended.

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