Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 126: Riding the Dragon, the King's Edge
The sky was as dark as ever.

The towering towers and city walls cast long shadows under the gray sky. The roaring dragon was crawling on the ground, with scarlet lines of light and dark shining on its huge black body.

The interconnected lines seemed like some kind of magic runes that were born from natural extension. As the dragon's breathing blew the surrounding air, the brightness of its color also changed significantly.

"A magical life created by the magic of nature?" Ian's eyes were attracted by the mysterious magic runes on the dragon's body. However, before he could observe it more, the witch blew a breath and flew him to the wall - countless vines suddenly grew from the cracks in the wall and tied him tightly in it.

"Witch Roar?"

Teacher Morgan's expression was very unhappy. Her thin body looked extremely small next to the giant dragon, but the crawling dragon didn't even dare to breathe heavily. After all, judging from the countless chains strangled the dragon's neck, it had already paid a tortured price for its previous roar.

"What I mean is that it comes from the teacher's call of love." Ian hurriedly changed his original meaning. Such a forced rescue measure did not satisfy the witch Morgan.

"Ah."

She sneered, her eyes were quite dangerous. Ian knew that if he didn't do something, he would definitely become the target of the legendary witch's punishment today.

"I brought you a lot of candy! Lots and lots!" Ian found that the vine that bound his right hand had loosened a lot, so he quickly took out his purse and shook out all the snacks.

The Christmas candy that was secretly hidden in the auditorium this afternoon did not stay in Ian's hands for too long after all. All the money that Commissioner Prince had worked hard to get became Councilman Morgan's.

Although this legendary witch was not a person who was greedy for food and had criticized Ian for always carrying a lot of snacks, she would never refuse any snacks given by Ian.

This is not.

After seeing Ian's "candies" all over the ground, the sneer on Morgan's face looked a little better, and the vines that bound Ian retracted into the cracks in the wall.

"Is this your new pet, teacher?" Ian moved his arms, which were somewhat blocked from blood circulation, and quickly looked at the giant dragon crawling on the open space, trying to change the topic about the inappropriate wording.

The witch didn't intend to hold on to this matter. She turned her head and glanced at the giant dragon on the ground with some disdain. "This is the so-called compensation from your executioner friend."

"What use would I have with such a bulky guard?" Morgan raised his hand and twisted it gently, and the chain that had been cut into the dragon's flesh and blood slowly loosened.

"Kill and eat the meat?"

Ian swallowed a little, he still hadn't forgotten the dragon meat hot pot. The dragon seemed to understand human language, and its eyes, which were larger than those of the Venomous Horned Beast, were filled with fear.

"Human wizard, I'm just a dragon soul. I don't have any meat for you to eat..." Not only could the dragon understand human words, but it even spit out modern language from its nasal cavity.

Yes.

The sound emitted from the nasal cavity may be speech achieved by compressing the airflow through the nasal cavity.

"It can actually talk! Now I dare not eat it anymore!" Ian widened his eyes in astonishment. It was the first time he heard that a dragon could do such a thing.

Is it because of the soul state?

Just as Ian was filled with amazement, the witch Morgan snorted and said, "It seems that there are many gaps in the records of ancient history in your era."

"This creature has a higher IQ than most humans, and its strength is pretty good. Since fairies can learn human language, it's only natural for them to learn it."

There is some truth in what Witch Morgan said.

Ian didn't respond yet.

The giant dragon crawling on the ground couldn't help but refute, "We are advanced creatures. Don't compare us with lowly fairies. At least we once ruled the human world for many years."

Its tone was full of arrogance.

"The Age of Dragons?"

Ian thought of Ravenclaw's message in the Hogwarts dungeon. To be honest, he still felt that the idea of ​​a dragon ruling the earth was a bit too weird.

"That's right! We were the masters of the earth and the sky!" The dragon was extremely excited upon hearing this. His voice was so loud that the witch frowned and tightened the chains a little bit.

"Roar……"

The dragon's cry of pain did not dare to be as loud as before. When Ian saw the scene in front of him, he roughly understood what the dragon roar he had heard before was.

"In your time, are there the Black King and the White King who use words? Is there the World Tree?" Ian didn't mind seamlessly transitioning to Kassel Academy after graduating from Hogwarts to practice both magic and martial arts.

It was just a rare opportunity for him to come across a relic soul from the dragon era, and he was quite curious about the history of dragons. This kind of dragon was very different from the dragons he had seen in the magic world.

"what are you saying?"

There was confusion in the dragon's eyes. It could understand every byte that Ian said, but when all the bytes were connected together, it felt confused, as if it was listening to a foreign language.

"Well, it seems not." Ian finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was still living in a pure magical world, without any things that shouldn't have come in.

"Anyway, we once ruled the entire world and left countless descendants in this world. At that time, there were no humans like you and other small creatures."

The dragon emphasized again in a firm tone.

Ian was slightly stunned.

The next moment, I suddenly realized it.

"So that's it! I understand! You are dinosaurs!" He seemed to have connected all the information together and found the most appropriate explanation for the so-called Dragon Age.

"?????"

The dragon still looked confused.

It looked at the tiny witch beside it for help.

"You are half right." The witch sighed and said softly, "According to my understanding, the dragon age it mentioned can indeed be traced back to the dinosaur age you mentioned. No one knows how they were born, but they are indeed the earliest batch of advanced magical life forms."

obviously.

The witch also knows about the Age of Dragons.

Even better than the soul of the giant dragon next to her.

"Yes, that's right, that's it." The dragon looked completely confused, but he insisted on pretending that he knew everything and agreed in a serious voice.

"You also know about dinosaurs!" Ian knew very well that the concept of dinosaurs came from the early 19th century, and it was unlikely that Witch Morgan would live to this modern time point.

"Just because I became a soul doesn't mean I stopped learning." Morgan's expression was full of speechlessness. She rolled her eyes at Ian and then added.

"The dinosaurs you mentioned have also been discovered in our time. They were not only the food source of prehistoric dragons, but also became the companions of prehistoric dragons at certain times."

This is the knowledge empowerment from the teacher.

Ian immediately became thoughtful.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked curiously, "So, the dragons of our time are really related by blood to these pure-blooded dragons, right?"

"They look much weaker than pure-blooded dragons." In fact, the young wizard already had a guess in his mind, but he still needed to confirm it with the knowledgeable teacher.

"Mixed blood will weaken the power of the bloodline. This is not a misunderstanding of wizards, but a conclusion drawn by wizards after observing the evolution of these magical animals."

Witch Morgan answered Ian's question from the side.

“I know this question.”

The dragon raised its claws that were as big as a giant truck. "As the last pure-blooded dragon in the world, when I was born, the world was already filled with those half-bloods with weak bloodlines."

"The glory days of dragons are long gone before I even saw them."

The sound coming out of its nasal cavity could even change its tone, filled with a feeling of sighing and melancholy, and the words it said made Ian open his eyes in astonishment.

[The last dragons will rest in peace here, and the era of dragons will come to an end.]

The message in the Hogwarts dungeon reappeared in the young wizard's mind. He really didn't expect that the world was so big that he actually encountered such a coincidence that could only be encountered in the Great Cold Underworld.

"You are the dragon in the Hogwarts motto, 'Sleeping dragons should not be disturbed'! I have seen your corpse!"

Ian connected the dragon bones in the underground palace with the giant dragon in front of him. He really didn't have this awareness just now. After all, the giant dragon in front of him was much stronger than the dragon bones in the underground palace.

Perhaps it's because the soul state has become flesh and blood.

"I am the first student of Hogwarts! And the only pure-blooded dragon who has ever attended school!" The crawling dragon refuted Ian's words with great pride.

"I don't like to cause trouble! But I'm not afraid of trouble either! If human wizards disturb my sleep, of course I will teach them a lesson!" Its answer made Ian open his mouth, completely at a loss as to how to respond.

all the time.

Perhaps it was not just Ian, but even a group of outstanding graduates including Dumbledore, who felt that the school motto "Do not disturb a sleeping dragon" was a motto with profound philosophical meaning.

Who could have imagined that it actually meant what it says... Ian could even recall that thousands of years ago, someone was severely injured for provoking a sleeping dragon, and the four founders had no choice but to hang a warning sign where the dragon slept. However, as time passed, it gradually became a cultural symbol for educating students.

Today's era.

Everyone believes that this school motto conveys a sense of wisdom and caution, reminding people to remain vigilant when facing unknown or potential dangers, and not to easily provoke or disturb things that seem calm but may actually be potentially threatening. Even Snape once quoted this motto to warn Ian not to jump too much.

“Is everyone just over-reading and comprehending?”

The more Ian thought about it, the more he felt he had discovered the truth.

To know.

[Don’t disturb a sleeping dragon] The original text of this school motto is “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus”, which really means “Never tease a sleeping dragon” in Latin!
It totally makes sense to think of it as a warning!
There must be many wizards who challenged the dragon beyond their capabilities, and then lost their arms and legs when the dragon woke up! Ian recalled the magic resistance of the dragon bone and mourned for his former seniors.

"If it were me... well, I definitely wouldn't be able to defeat it, but who wouldn't want to try?" Ian understood the psychological state of those wizards who challenged the dragon.

"Your expression now reminds me of those evil Gryffindor students." The dragon spoke next, letting Ian know which college had the most students provoking it.

"Has anyone ever beaten you?"

Ian looked up and asked curiously.

"Except for a few professors working together, of course no other wizard can defeat me. I died of old age." The dragon proudly boasted about his death due to old age.

however.

Witch Morgan suddenly spoke at this time, "Their extinction has its own reasons, and is also related to our human cognition for a long time. Because of the powerful meaning represented by dragons, they once became the whetstone for many brave men in our time to prove themselves."

Her words made the dragon a little angry, but he didn't dare to refute her. The witch didn't lie. In her era, dragon slayers were indeed the mainstream.

This matter is heavily described in "Merlin" and many medieval biographies, and even in Ian's favorite story "The Lord of the Rings", there are several dragons.

"It seems that we humans are more powerful."

Ian expressed his feelings sincerely.

The dragon snorted violently.

Expressing his dissatisfaction.

"It is extremely difficult for all magical animals to preserve the strength of their bloodlines during reproduction. Humans are the only special exception. This is also the biggest trump card of humans in the wild era."

Witch Morgan's words trampled on the theory of pure-blood supremacy in the wizarding world today. Ian deeply agreed with this. After all, the information and homework left by this teacher in the [Love Potion] had revealed to him the essence of human wizards - every human being actually has the potential to become a wizard.

Under such circumstances.

Naturally, there will be no blood dilution.

"Recessive and dominant genes..." Because Ian has been studying the Resurrection Stone these days, his research on potions and wizard bloodlines has actually been put on hold. However, he has touched upon the course that Teacher Morgan actually taught in "Love Potion".

"Can I turn this dragon into my patron saint?" As soon as Ian thought of the resurrection stone, he immediately took out his own work. The ring shining with magical light looked very good.

Originally, when he entered the misty fantasy this time, he was planning to find a small animal to conduct an experiment, and the difference between a big animal and a small animal is only one word!

"Can I choose my own patronus?"

The dragon didn't seem to be furious, but it seemed that the dragon, who claimed to have been to school, had been exposed to a blind spot in its knowledge. It stared at the little wizard in front of it for a long time with confusion on its face.

"You are actually a living person!"

Facts have proved that a large head may affect the transmission of neural signals, and brain capacity does not represent IQ. The dragon, who realized it belatedly, screamed in horror.

It's hard to imagine a dragon's facial expressions being so expressive.

"..."

Morgan was extremely speechless at the stupidity of the dragon.

"Oh! I see! You are the reincarnation of Merlin! It must be like this! I read your story in Hogwarts! Only you have such power..."

The dragon's exclamation only lasted a short time. Before it could finish its shocked words, the witch raised her hand and tightened the chain around its neck.

This time it was strangled even more severely than the first time, and it felt like half of the dragon's head was about to fall off... Not only was it unable to roar, it even seemed to have lost the strength to roll on the ground in pain.

"It must not be a Ravenclaw dragon." Ian mourned for the dragon that didn't know what to say and didn't even dare to plead with Morgan on its behalf. "Let me see your work."

Morgan maintained the chain around the dragon's neck and raised her hand to take the knockoff resurrection stone ring handed to her by Ian. After looking at it for a moment, she slowly frowned.

"Once it is put into real practical use, will it completely disappear from our sight?" Morgan seemed quite dissatisfied with this feature of the Death Rune.

"I can see it clearly..."

Ian actually didn't know what was going on with the others. Both Grindelwald and Morgan seemed to be convinced that the Death Rune could not be seen by ordinary people.

They could see the runes that Ian copied, but they could not analyze the finished product of the Death Rune as intuitively as Ian. He had already verified this with Grindelwald a few days ago.

"You are not like us."

Morgan returned the knockoff resurrection stone ring to Ian. She often expressed similar sentiments, but remained silent despite Ian's repeated questioning.

"I call it the Guardian Ring."

Although it is a knockoff product, Ian still gave it a name. After all, cheating is not a copycat, and he has made some minor adjustments to the shape. It has a much stronger light pollution effect than the original resurrection stone ring. At first glance, it is a treasure that you can't get without spending more than 648 yuan.

"You can call it anything you want. I only care about the note that appeared out of thin air in your pocket and solved your doubts." The meaning of Witch Morgan's words was very clear. She had added some tricks to Ian's note the last time Ian entered the hazy illusion.

now.

She just wanted to know whether Ian had found the mysterious person who gave the note - the witch looked very dissatisfied, as the question that she couldn't answer was easily solved by others.

"Isn't that your prank?"

Ian was quite surprised when he saw Morgan's serious expression. He approached almost everyone with the note, but the note did not cause any reaction at all.

"It seems that you haven't found the person who gave you the note..."

Morgan saw the answer from Ian's reaction. Her brows furrowed even more tightly, and her delicate face, which was even a little deformed, made Ian unable to help but respond.

"Perhaps that person has already left Hogwarts, or maybe that person made some preparations in advance to prevent being tracked." This is the most reasonable explanation Ian could think of.

however.

His judgment was based on logical thinking, but Morgan looked at him with dangerous eyes again, and his frown turned into a slightly sneering expression.

"Do you think that in your school, which is like a place for kids to play house, there is a wizard more powerful than me?" Morgan fully demonstrated the speed with which a woman can change her expression.

"..."

Ian shook his head quickly.

"Of course not. That person must have run away. Yes, that's right. He ran out of the school after giving me the note. That's why I couldn't find him with your help."

The little wizard's firm and resolute words made Morgan's expression look a little better, but his frown was still full of confusion.

"Perhaps... After all, what I gave to that note was my understanding of magic, so it will have an effect in the mortal world. I don't think there are wizards who surpass me in your time."

"Even Albus Dumbledore, who you say has a high reputation, is only half a step away. But this half a step is like the difference between an ant and heaven."

Morgan's tone was somewhat defiant, and she was indeed qualified to make such a judgment. The magic power of human wizards might have an upper limit, but there was no limit to their attainments and understanding of magic.

"My suggestion is that you have a fight with Dumbledore!" Ian immediately handed over the [Ring of the Patronus] with great anticipation. He had already tried every possible means to persuade this legendary witch for a long time.

Who doesn't want to have a legendary hero as their patron saint?

You can't really like watching bad women and old men fighting.

"Haven't you given up this delusion yet?" Morgan did not let Ian get his wish. She just sighed helplessly and finally gave an explanation after rejecting Ian for who knows how many times.

"Your magic power can't even support the materialization of a small town, so why do you think it can support me returning to the mortal world?" The legendary witch's tone was somewhat helpless.

Ian was a little surprised by this response.

"I feel like my magic power is about to reach the wizard limit you mentioned." Ian tried to make amends for himself, frowning slightly with a puzzled look on his face, "And didn't you say that you have lost your magic power? Logically speaking, it should be easier for you to appear in the world with the help of the Patronus Charm than this dragon?"

The little wizard was indeed unwilling to give up.

He looked at the huge dragon next to him. At this time, the dragon had rolled its eyes and was twitching on the ground. Fortunately, because it was only a soul, it would not die again.

"Tsk tsk, I'm very curious, why do you think that a lazy dragon can be more difficult to summon into the mortal world than a wizard like me?"

In order to completely dispel Ian's idea, Morgan took the patronus ring back from Ian and slowly put it on her finger.

“It hasn’t been tested yet.”

Ian wants to stop Morgan's risky behavior.

"Then treat this moment as your experiment." Morgan was not worried at all that this alchemical creation would have a negative impact on him.

Thanks to Ian's special design, the ring automatically shrank and fitted, emitting light pollution, and looked exceptionally eye-catching and dazzling on the finger of this legendary witch.

"There is no need to cross the boundary between life and death. Come, my stupid apprentice like a pig, and feel... the weight of your teacher." The witch showed a playful expression with a smile on her face.

She created a magic wand for Ian.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Ian was a man who did not believe in superstition. He picked up the wand and immediately cast a spell. Then, silver light gushed out, and the Patronus Charm, cast with all his strength, looked extraordinary.

at the same time.

Silver threads also continued to flow out of the patronus ring that Morgan was wearing.

This ring is an alchemical creation created by Ian with reference to the Resurrection Stone. It contains powerful magical power and resonates perfectly with the Patronus spell cast by Ian.

The silk threads on the ring seemed to have life. They entangled Morgan who was wearing the ring, trying to bring Morgan to Ian, but they looked extremely weak and useless.

I saw.

The magic power in Ian's body was surging wildly, but the silver thread was just cycling between collapse, reshaping, and collapse again, and it was completely unable to play the role it was supposed to play.

"It's my poor craftsmanship that caused the ring I made to not turn out well." Ian's face flushed red, but even though he had given up on casting the spell, he still looked a little unwilling to give in.

This might be the pride of a wizard who has wanted to be strong all his life. Even if he would rather admit that his alchemy skills are not good enough, this guy does not want to admit that his magic power is not strong enough.

"If you want to make your teacher your patronus, you must first make yourself a legend." Morgan smiled, took off the patronus ring and threw it back to Ian.

The little wizard quickly caught the treasure he had made with so much effort.

"It."

Ian looked at the dragon that had been strangled to the point of being turned upside down and which looked like it had half of its head strangled off. Perhaps even Nick, who was almost headless, would have called this dragon the expert.

"That also requires your magic power to reach the limit of a wizard." The legendary witch's answer made Ian seem to age eighteen years in an instant, and the little wizard's face was full of disappointment and discomfort.

"In fact, the dragon guardian is not that cool. Even if it is a pure-blooded dragon, it will only be like that... big does not mean strong." He seemed to be comforting himself or hypnotizing himself.

"You said you saw the remains of this dragon, right?"

suddenly.

Witch Morgan's question came out of nowhere.

"Yes, it's lying right under our school. Only bones are left." Ian raised his head quickly, and sure enough, the witch Morgan was tearing her own dress again.

"You learned [Soul Stealing] from your senior sister. I said that was just your senior sister's narrow understanding. The knowledge she learned was actually for exploring the realm of the soul."

"I call its advanced magic [Soul Binding and Soul Summoning]. If you can thoroughly understand the knowledge on this page of mine, and then combine it with the [Corpse Control Spell] that you often show off, perhaps you can get a result that will please you more than the guardian dragon." The witch Morgan once again handed the fragment of her dress to Ian.

She had obviously already figured out the little wizard's interests and hobbies.

"Praise you! My dear teacher! You are the greatest wizard!" Ian, who had just said that big does not mean strong, suddenly had a light of great surprise in his eyes.

"Big doesn't mean strong! Because it means super strong!"

Holding the fragments of Morgan's dress.

The young wizard showed that his face-changing speed was not inferior to that of his teacher.

……

The sky over the town is completely different from that over the castle.

The sunlight penetrates the mist like a thin thread, gently falling on the ancient stone road, covering this quiet place with a faint golden glow in the almost eternal years of hazy fantasy.

This place is surrounded by mountains in the distance. The peaks appear even more majestic and magnificent under the morning light. The air is mixed with the faint scent of flowers and soil, which is also refreshing.

In the picturesque scenery, the town is full of colorful flowers and smoke is rising. In front of the house, a girl is practicing swordsmanship, which is essential every day, under the supervision of a boy.

"Pandro, we have defeated the evil dragon. Can't we take a break for two or three days?" The girl's long hair fluttered gently in the wind. While she spoke, the sword moves she was practicing were still smooth and powerful, as if she had already memorized them and become instinct. Every time she swung the sword, there was a subtle sound of the sword tip cutting through the air.

The flow of time in the hazy fantasy world is different from that in the mortal world. No one knows how many days of practice it took for the girl to be trained from a novice who had never been exposed to swordsmanship to the heroic figure she is today.

"Ariana, in swordsmanship, hard work pays off." The young man stood aside with his hands on his hips, his eyes closely following the girl's every move.

"You said that defeating the dragon can save the princess and get the treasure, but there is not even a fruit in the dragon's lair." The girl sighed but did not stop her practice.

"Well, I remember that in the past, there must have been princesses and gold coins." The boy touched his nose, and his expression looked a little embarrassed and awkward. However, this emotion did not last long, and a sly smile appeared on his face, "Are you satisfied after killing a dragon?"

"Don't you want to chop down something more powerful than a dragon?"

obviously.

The temptation offered by the boy did not make the girl excited.

"But the dragon we killed was super big. I have never heard of a dragon that big. It must have been an extremely powerful magical animal when it was alive."

The girl sighed during the halftime break.

"There are actually many creatures more powerful than that giant dragon. I hope you can set your sights higher and focus on those myths and legends!"

The boy's voice was somewhat passionate.

"So, I should chop you down?"

The girl blinked.

Her tone finally became eager.

"..."

The young man opened his mouth speechlessly. He looked at the sword the girl placed beside him, then raised his head and looked into the distance, the image of the gray castle reflected in his eyes.

"Looks like today is the day!"

suddenly.

The boy walked up to the girl.

"Could you please kneel for a moment? Just one knee?"

He spoke somewhat embarrassedly, leaving the girl confused.

"what are you up to?"

Although the girl's expression was full of confusion, she still put down the cup in her hand and did as she was told - the upright Ariana knelt on one knee in front of Pandro.

"Although I don't know magic, I can do some other things." Pandro put his hand on Ariana's forehead, and his voice became a little serious.

"I will bless you, Ariana. I will allow you to wield my blade and break all obstacles in your way." Pandro pondered for a moment as if thinking about something.

at last.

The young man seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"Lawbreaker Ariana, do you feel that the title I gave you is very powerful?" After saying this proudly, Pandro withdrew his hand.

There was no strong light, nor any magical thing. The wind and clouds around were still gentle, but when his hand left Ariana's forehead, a mark appeared and then disappeared.

Just as Ariana once gave Ian a gift.

She also received a gift from a friend.

(End of this chapter)