Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 113 112: The Dark Lord's Death! The Deathly Hallows!
Helena Ravenclaw and Ian disappeared into the Ravenclaw common room together.

This is also the reason why Ian dared to drink the water of life and death. What could enter the hazy fantasy world was not only his soul, but also his body in the material world that could carry all kinds of things.

In the fireplace, the flames jumped gently, making a warm and soft crackling sound, becoming the only sound in this quiet space. The young wizards were sleeping soundly in the dormitory, and the Ravenclaw common room returned to silence again - impossible miracles always happened silently along with many ordinary things.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick was studying the details of the "Patronus Charm" in his bedroom. His curiosity as a Ravenclaw and his sense of responsibility as a Charms professor were driving him to abandon sleep and study Ian's situation all night long. Hogwarts might have another professor with dark circles under his eyes because of Ian.

Professor McGonagall did not sleep either. She stopped the Gryffindor students from trying to modify the levitation spell, and severely criticized and educated the reckless men and women who tried to summon a bison in the lounge. After letting the leading few people reflect deeply, she turned around and summoned a bison in her own lounge.

The crackling noise was Professor McGonagall's nature that she was trying to cover up, while Ms. Pomona Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff House, was sleeping soundly with the young wizards after being forcibly taken by Snape to give Professor Quirrell a thorough examination. Snape, who had delayed her for several hours, was still staying up late.

Quirrell was still trying to contact his master secretly. Snape, who had already followed him, was peeping in the corner. The big bat in the shadows silently recorded all of Quirrell's words and actions. Even the number of times he raised his hand to pick his nose was recorded in detail. He needed to report all of this to the person who asked him to "take care" of Quirrell.

As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he didn't sleep either. He sat in front of a file all night, flipping through the biographies and resumes of all the faculty and staff at Hogwarts.

"There is actually a third person...intervening."

He seemed to have discovered something strange and drew a few circles on a piece of parchment.

The miracle brought by Ian was hidden among the various trivialities of Hogwarts, and only the statue of Ravenclaw silently witnessed the disappearance of him and Lady Helena.

But it is not unknown.

In the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of the castle, Dumbledore, with disheveled hair, was flipping through an ancient book. He suddenly raised his head and his expression changed slightly as if he had noticed something.

The candlelight illuminated his face, and his slightly messy beard trembled slightly.

"It seems that next year's freshmen will not have the opportunity to meet such a learned and elegant lady." Dumbledore's azure eyes flickered under the half-moon lenses.

Just like the candle placed on the table that illuminates the entire office.

"What an incredible talent. We are probably witnessing history and legend...Aren't you right, Fox?" He sighed as he looked at the phoenix combing its hair not far away.

“Clang~!”

Fox's voice was very clear.

It's like a response.

"Yes, if I can bring it in, I can bring it out. But I am no longer at the age where I can be willful. I need to consider the possible impact and restrain my selfishness." Dumbledore took out the letter that Ian brought from the drawer, as if he could see the treasured photos inside through the envelope.

"We will meet again someday. For me, that day is not that far away. But before that, I need to do my part in this world."

"This way, I can go there with peace of mind and tell about my not-so-bad past." He gently stroked the envelope in his hand, murmuring softly as if he was talking to himself.

The candle flame is flickering.

Just like the eyes behind the frame.

"Brother Albus, if you become the headmaster of Hogwarts, can I also go to school?" Dumbledore seemed to hear the childish whisper from a century ago. Of course, he thought about ending his life early to reunite, but the letter brought by Ian finally gave up his idea.

He wants to live the last stage of his life well.

As she wished.

Just like the life after that incident.

Perhaps, it was not the dream of teaching and educating that trapped Dumbledore's ambition, but the unrealized longing from his sister's childhood that was the real shackles he sought for himself.

……

The sky was no longer blue and white, but a rolling gray mist, with occasional flashes of lightning, accompanied by thunderous roars but no raindrops falling. At the end of the sky, several towering volcanoes could be vaguely seen, with magma flowing like a river, illuminating the chaos around them.

The effect of the water of life and death is really good.

Ian fell asleep immediately and felt his head sink. When he woke up again, he was no longer in the Ravenclaw common room. He and Helena Ravenclaw had arrived in another world.

It is neither as bright as the day nor as dark as the night.

"The world of the dead..."

Helena Ravenclaw looked around. Her body had changed from transparent to normal color, and she had regained many of the senses that had been deprived of her when she became a ghost.

"This is not something Merlin can do, little Ian." Helena Ravenclaw raised her hand and looked at her skin in disbelief as it regained its fair and tender color.

Before this moment came, she had of course imagined that Ian would use some ancient magic to send her to the underworld, and she also guessed that Ian might control some mysterious alchemical creation that could communicate with the afterlife.

only.

Even Helena Ravenclaw's boldest guess, which even seemed a bit whimsical, never occurred to her that Ian's methods would be so exaggerated and bizarre!
A living person!

With a ghost!
Is it so easy to cross the boundary between life and death?

No matter how absurd the biography is, it is absolutely impossible for such a heaven-defying situation to appear! It is not magic, nor is it a ritual. It is a power that Helena Ravenclaw cannot understand at all!
“You are performing a miracle!”

Helena Ravenclaw's mood was extremely complicated. She was excited, nervous, shocked and uncertain. The way she looked at Ian was completely different from before.

"My Transfiguration professor told me that wizards are gods."

Ian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

In the more than ten years since he came to this world, he has never tried to lead anyone across the boundary between life and death. He did not expect that such an action would make him as tired as high-intensity spellcasting.

Fortunately, it did not fail in the end.

But some things were beyond his expectations—he didn't go to the small town, nor to Mr. Morgan's castle, and he didn't even appear on Ms. Ravenclaw's isolated island.

This was a completely unfamiliar area, and he was sweating not because he was too physically exhausted, but because the place he and Helena Ravenclaw had arrived at made him a little nervous and feverish.

The magma flows like a winding river, and volcanoes stand in the distance like peaks. It would be strange if such an environment was not hot. His sensitivity to temperature is completely different from that of the souls.

"Can you understand wizards as gods in this way..." Helena Ravenclaw did not feel the stuffiness, she was just very confused by Ian's response and feedback to her.

Throughout history, the saying that wizards are gods has always been popular.

however.

Any wizard should be able to realize that it is just a metaphor, a rhetoric, and a way for wizards to praise magic. No wizard really thinks that wizards are gods.

Everyone is just trying to elevate their own status and explain the wonder of magic. It has been like this for many years, but now there is a guy who believes it to be true!

Oh, a teenage wizard? That makes sense... But, even if it makes sense, how can you believe it and actually do something that only gods can do?

exist?
Can you give me some sense?

Magic is indeed magical!

But it’s definitely not that magical!
"I know this is very unusual, but wizards have developed over the years, and you should be familiar with the various bloodlines. The Dumbledore family can even summon a phoenix."

Ian felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Helena Ravenclaw. His hasty attempts to make amends and explain did not convince the lady. Instead, the lady looked at him with an even more uneasy look in her eyes.

"It's not blood, kid."

Helena Ravenclaw might not be as learned or clever as her mother, but she was well-informed after all, coming from an era when the study of magic was even crazier than it is today.

"It is an authority that wizards should not touch. It means that you must be blessed by the gods here." Helena Ravenclaw bowed slightly to Ian.

This was the most reasonable explanation she could think of.

"maybe."

Ian nodded without refutation. He had always had doubts about this. How could he travel back and forth between the two worlds? The mother of the lady in front of him once said that he had settled here. Maybe it was because of the initial confusion during the time of traveling through time that he was trapped in the misty illusion and had not reincarnated.

The years have become a blur.

It must be quite a while.

It is not impossible to become a privileged "civil servant". When reincarnated, he could be a wizard with his memories. Maybe he got a backdoor from his "leader". There are indeed gods in the world of Harry Potter. The family of the Hogwarts Divination professor once served the sun god.

of course.

This could also be a group of ancient people bragging. However, since the misty fantasy and the deeper underworld have always existed, such a place must have a manager to operate normally.

"I don't think now is the time for us to think about this kind of problem. To be honest, I'm not sure how to take you to find your mother. This place is different from any place I've been to before." Ian wanted to take out his wand, but then he realized that he couldn't bring his wand in at all. He could only raise his hand and wipe the sweat off his face.

It's really hot.

The towering volcanoes are like the angry eyes of ancient gods, spewing out flames of dark red and golden yellow from time to time. The magma slowly wriggles on the edge of the crater, as if it is the beating of the heart of hell that is unwilling to be lonely.

Every time the magma erupted, it was accompanied by a deafening roar and a heart-pounding heat wave, baking the space like a furnace.

"A place you've been before? Do you come here often?" Helena Ravenclaw didn't care about getting lost. Instead, she caught some terrible details in Ian's words.

"Since I was a child, I have been forced to come here every once in a while. It's not something I can control, but now I have learned how to enjoy this uniqueness." Ian looked at the volcano in the distance with a helpless expression. He had nothing to hide from a ghost who had already set foot in the world of the dead.

"Can such a leap be made without paying any price..." Helena Ravenclaw's eyes flickered, and she looked at Ian with a bit of doubt.

This was completely different from the God-favored ones she knew. You know, the first users of ritual magic and sacrificial magic were not ordinary wizards.

"This is the price! Ma'am!" Ian showed a pool of sweat on his hands. Fortunately, he brought his purse with him, so he could take out a bag of salt and a bottle of lemonade and pour them into his mouth. After several times of expansion spells, Ian's purse had become an unfathomable place.

His goal for this semester was to fit the entire Hogwarts.

“You can’t replenish the body’s salt like this…” Helena Ravenclaw couldn’t bear to watch it anymore, so she took Ian’s salt and lemonade and mixed a bottle of light salt water for Ian.

“The proportions should be fine.”

She handed Ian the salt water.

Ian immediately performed his signature skill of drinking a mouthful of wine.

"In fact, it would be more effective to inject sterile saline solution into the body, but I'm not dehydrated to that dangerous level." Ian was simply too lazy to mix it.

"Of course, if I stay in this damn place all the time, I think I'll be lying on the ground with heatstroke soon." Ian tried to cast a freezing spell with his hands to cool himself down.

However, he tried his best but still couldn't produce a complete magic with his hands. Casting spells without a wand is the most difficult operation for any wizard who is accustomed to the guidance of a magic wand.

"What are you doing?"

Helena Ravenclaw saw Ian raise his hands, bubbles appeared on his hands for a while, and then a few pieces of ice appeared on his hands. The little wizard's face was full of aggrieved expression.

"I'm thinking that after I go back, maybe I should cut off all ten of my fingers, make them into a wand, and then put them back together." Ian finally gave up helplessly.

"..."

Helena Ravenclaw had no idea how to respond to Ian. She just felt that it was a waste of talent for the little wizard in front of her to be assigned to her current college.

This little guy should go to Knockturn Alley for further study.

Tom Riddle turned his soul into a Horcrux, and Ian Prince wanted to transform all his fingers into wands. As expected, the more handsome the wizards are, the crueler they treat them. Helena Ravenclaw, who used to be a love-brained person, now began to feel a little afraid of handsome wizards.

"We have to leave this place where even dogs don't want to stay. If we can find a black sea, maybe I can find a way to return to the isolated island where I met your mother." Ian took out the compass. Well, it was useless. The needle on it was like a crazy gyroscope.

Not to mention finding south, it’s even difficult to stop the needle from moving.

"Sure enough, this is what you and my mother agreed upon. No wonder you have been trying hard to persuade me these days." Helena Ravenclaw didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

She seemed to have figured out the ins and outs of many things.

Helena Ravenclaw had even figured out the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw in Hogwarts, which was why she was not in a hurry now.

"There are many people in Hogwarts and I can only give you hints as much as I can. Fortunately, you didn't keep your mother waiting too long." Ian started walking away from the volcano.

Under my feet, there is no longer solid land or soft grass, but an endless road paved with obsidian. Every step I take is accompanied by a slight echo like a low hiss.

The surface of these stones is covered with strange patterns, and sometimes flashes a faint blue or dark red light, as if it is the faint pulsation of hellfire beneath the surface.

Very hot feet.

"You want to go out?" Helena Ravenclaw followed. She hadn't walked on her own feet for a long time, so her cautious and nostalgic posture was very obvious.

"I have to take you to find your mother." Ian not only wanted to get away from the sweltering volcano, he was more worried that Helena Ravenclaw would be left here alone when his time was up.

It would be very unpleasant if helping with good intentions turned into a bad thing.

"Thank you, but I think we just need to stay here and wait." Helena Ravenclaw didn't break a sweat. She was sure that a cold woman didn't know the pain of a hot man.

"Perhaps the Ravenclaw ancestor will come to see you, but no one can be sure of this. My understanding of this place is not much better than that of other wizards."

Ian quickened his pace.

The surrounding mountains and land were very empty, with only dark stones and no plants or animals. This was definitely a barren land that even the dead were unwilling to approach, and even the smallest insect or plant shadow no longer existed. There was no human noise, and no whispers of souls.

There was only a depressing sound echoing with the sound of magma eruption.

In order to avoid the atmosphere becoming silent, Ian sighed to Helena Ravenclaw, "To be honest, I don't even know why we are here. According to the theory my teacher told me, the desire in my heart will guide me to the land corresponding to the blurred fantasy."

"This theory obviously doesn't seem very reliable now. Why would I want to come to such a hellhole?" Ian said as he suddenly remembered something.

He immediately took out the golden box given by Grindelwald from his purse, "Tell me! Are you two bastards? Are you eager to live in this damn place?"

The golden box contained Voldemort's two Horcruxes, the Resurrection Stone Ring and Slytherin's Locket. Just like other wizards with obsessions who can choose where to settle after death, the desires of the two residual souls may indeed be greater than the desires of a small wizard like him. No one knows what the judgment criteria of the Twilight Zone are.

Facing Ian's questioning.

The two residual souls were curled up in the deepest part of the Horcrux... Of course they would not respond. Before being triggered, the residual souls just existed like wild beasts.

"You even brought this kind of thing in!" Helena Ravenclaw saw the Horcrux in Ian's hand and couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed in disbelief.

"I only sent Tom home. I didn't expect that he actually wanted to become the Dark Lord Sauron. This must be the Mordor of his dreams. Tom must have read The Lord of the Rings when he was making the Horcruxes!" Ian insisted that all the suffering he was suffering now was because of Tom Riddle. His cursing actually made a lot more sense than "ignoring the facts."

Apart from the existence of wizards, many other aspects of this world are similar to Ian's original world, and "The Lord of the Rings" is a book published from 1954 to 1955. It is not only very famous in the Muggle world, but also rare in the wizarding world... a story biography based on historical adaptation.

There are quite a few fictional elements.

But it certainly contains more truth than Lockhart's "Magic Me".

"Maybe we can just throw them into the volcano." Helena Ravenclaw suddenly suggested, with a hint of gnashing teeth in her voice.

It can be seen that this lady has controlled her emotions very well.

"This is the Resurrection Stone, ma'am, and Slytherin's locket. I just want to get Tom out of it." Ian was reluctant to part with these two ancient treasures.

"That guy is such a despicable and shameless person! He tricked my mother's crown from me, but I didn't expect that the Horcruxes he chose for himself were all extremely famous treasures!"

Helena Ravenclaw was also a little surprised. She recognized Slytherin's locket, but she didn't expect that the gem on the other ring was the more famous Resurrection Stone.

The Three Deathly Hallows!
A legend that wizards have been flocking to for thousands of years!

"Damn bastard! How could he be so lucky!" Helena Ravenclaw hated Voldemort so much, and was extremely indignant that Voldemort was able to get the Deathly Hallows.

"It doesn't matter. His luck has run out."

Ian shook the thing in his hand vigorously a few times to wake up all the sleeping souls inside. He still tried to grab the remaining souls of Voldemort with his bare hands but still could not reach where they were.

"Perhaps you should pray to the master of this place?" Helena Ravenclaw lived in an era a thousand years ago. The wizards of that period were far more reverent to God than modern wizards. Her hatred for Tom Riddle made her very much want Tom Riddle to be punished by God.

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler of the gray fog, the lord of yellow and black who controls good luck... I'll give you the gold pound, please help me catch the two Toms in here!" Ian's mumbling "prayer" was obviously just nonsense to adjust the atmosphere. He had never learned how to pray.

Besides, even if he knew how to pray, who could he pray to that would be of use?

"I think it's better to ask your mother. She once showed me how to catch a tom with her bare hands. Yes, the tom hidden in your mother's crown."

Ian's words shocked Helena Ravenclaw.

however.

Before she could express her anger and speak.

"If you study the soul thoroughly enough, you will find that what I do is not difficult." Suddenly, a soft voice sounded not far away.

A woman with long hair and wearing a plain robe walked slowly across the Black Sea and over the mountains. Her long hair shining with silver light was even more eye-catching in this dark place.

"Mother!"

Helena Ravenclaw exclaimed, her voice full of complicated emotions, anxiety and joy, she almost subconsciously wanted to hide behind Ian. However, Ian's height and physique could not block her, so this ghost who had lived for thousands of years could only choose to squat behind Ian.

Feeling Rowena Ravenclaw's gaze, Ian tactfully jumped to the side. Without any cover, Helena Ravenclaw was like a frightened bird and dared not move or stand up.

She just squatted on the ground, looking up at Rowena Ravenclaw who walked in front of her, looking at her mother who was much more dazzling, younger and more beautiful than she remembered.

Such a perspective.

It’s like going back to the days when I was a kid.

"Mother...it's you...you have always been here." Tears moistened Helena's eyes. How could she not know why a soul would linger in this hazy fantasy world.

"Helena, my child, of course I have to wait for you here. You are afraid even to walk at night, how can I let you walk the rest of the way alone?" Rowena's voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach the depths of Helena's heart.

She opened her arms to Helena, and her smile was extremely warm. There was no harshness or scolding in Helena's memory. Instead, there was only tenderness and apology that seemed to be able to dispel all the concerns in the world.

"I'm sorry, mother, I'm too willful."

Helena threw herself into her mother's arms.

At this moment, Helena had thousands of words in her heart, and all kinds of emotions were overlapping and surging, but in the end, she just let go of her thousand-year stubbornness and arrogance with a trembling voice.

"It was because I was too harsh on you in the past that led to all the misfortunes that happened later. Books taught me how to raise children, but they did not teach me how to be a qualified mother." Rowena gently stroked Helena's hair. She also put aside her pride and frankly admitted her past mistakes.

"Of course I know you are doing this for my own good, but I am still too rebellious and want to..." Helena's voice trembled as she hugged her mother tightly.

It was like she had turned back into a little girl.

"Everything that happened in life is gone, child. We are standing at a new beginning." Rowena interrupted Helena and gently wiped the tears from the corners of Helena's eyes.

The mother and daughter hugged each other tightly.

In this hazy fantasy between life and death, fate allowed them to reunite and find inner peace and concern. The fate of mother and daughter will continue on a new journey.

The scene is very warm.

The picture is also very beautiful.

It would have been much more harmonious if there hadn't been a "passerby" lying on a stone nearby, constantly hitting Slytherin's locket with the stone, trying to knock out the remaining soul of Tom inside.

"Dang Dang Dang~"

The knocking sound echoed in my ears.

Rowena Ravenclaw turned to look at Ian helplessly, "Little guy, it's useless for you to do this. It can't separate the soul from the Horcrux."

Both mother and daughter looked at Ian who was lying on the stone.

"Dumbledore actually told me this before, but now I'm just torturing the Tom inside." Ian hit Slytherin's Horcrux hard again.

"..."

"..."

The two generations of Ravenclaw didn't know how to respond. They looked at each other, and both had an indescribable feeling that Ian might have been assigned to the wrong house.

"It's all this guy's fault for bringing us to this hellhole! Ms. Ravenclaw, look at me, my skin has turned dark from the heat. If I were in your era, I would have been in danger of being forced to grow cotton." Ian's tone of complaint was full of indignation. He had already drunk several glasses of salt water in a row.

"When we were alive, there were no slave cotton plantations." Helena couldn't help but remind him. In fact, she didn't feel that the little wizard showed any signs of turning darker.

"But there are still black slaves." Rowena Ravenclaw added carefully, and then walked up to take the locket and resurrection stone ring from Ian's hand. She certainly saw what Ian was nagging about, and the little guy's mind was still as easy to guess as before.

I saw.

Under Ian's careful gaze, Rowena Ravenclaw stretched out a hand again and pulled out a black twisted object from each of the two treasures.

They were filled with all kinds of negative emotions, constantly rolling and twisting, trying to escape, but in the hands of Rowena Ravenclaw, they could only be squeezed together and turned into a big ball of mud.

"You lowly bugs! You damned fellows! How dare you offend the great Dark Lord like this! I will tear your entire family into pieces!"

"No one can stop my return! You can find one...two of me! But there are more of me in the world! I have laid the foundation for my immortality!"

Just like the remnant soul of Voldemort encountered last time, this time the two-in-one remnant soul seemed to have a higher IQ, but there was still a sense of madness with an abnormal brain.

It was roaring and snarling, and its resentful curses were sharp and piercing, like claws tearing at a blackboard.

"Shut up!"

Helena angrily scolded Voldemort's soul. Ian looked at Rowena Ravenclaw, and the founder had no intention of handing over Voldemort's soul to him this time.

"I think this will bring peace to both you and it." Rowena Ravenclaw threw the two-in-one soul directly into the hot and surging magma next to it.

"Guru Guru~"

It was like the sound of brewing a potion.

"No! Where is this place! My magic! Why did my magic disappear!?"

The remaining soul of Voldemort was trying to struggle out of the magma. However, the remaining soul of the Dark Lord, who had caused bloodshed in the wizarding world, seemed particularly small and helpless in this endless hellfire.

There is no way!

The once invincible dark power had now been stripped away, leaving only a faint consciousness of unwillingness and fear, lingering in this endless molten fire. The lava seemed to sense the existence of this remnant soul and churned more violently, with tongues of fire like greedy tentacles that ruthlessly wrapped around this weak soul.

"Ahhhhh!!"

“It shouldn’t be like this! It shouldn’t be like this!!” Voldemort’s remaining soul let out a silent wail in this extreme agony. It was a scream that went beyond the pain of the mortal world, it was the despair and wailing from the depths of the soul, but it echoed in this closed hell, with no one listening and nowhere to escape.

It could only despair as it was swallowed up bit by bit by the lava, until the hand was completely swallowed up, without even a bit of black smoke coming out of the lava. Its existence, along with its ambition and evil, was completely burned away by the lava of hell, turning into nothingness.

All that was left was a blazing, roiling sea of ​​molten fire.

Continues its eternal seething.

"Hiss! My baby! It's a really useful baby!"

Ian had originally hoped to burn two of Voldemort's residual souls to increase his magic limit, but he never expected that Rowena Ravenclaw would not give him this opportunity at all.

Who dares to stop the mother from burning the will-o'-the-wisp man to vent her anger for her daughter?

Ian now only regretted why he told Rowena Ravenclaw when he first met her that Voldemort was a scumbag who had cheated on Helena.

“A rotten soul is of no use. Even in the field of alchemy, it will only become pus.” Rowena Ravenclaw was obviously unaware of Ian’s extraordinary characteristics. She just watched Voldemort’s soul burn to ashes, then turned to Ian and spoke with a smile.

"This is your baby, little one."

Rowena Ravenclaw raised what she was holding.

"You were brought here not because of this ridiculous Dark Lord in your world. He doesn't have that ability. It was this thing you brought that brought you and my child to this place..."

In her hands.

The Resurrection Stone ring shines with a deep luster.

“Where it was really forged.”

　The second leader of this book has been born, thank you! I will try to update 15,000 words tomorrow!

　　
　
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