Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 127 Chapter 126: Patronus Charm? Guardian Knight Charm!
Getting along with the legendary witch is always fruitful, but it also requires Ian to be cautious. After all, the mind of a bad woman who has lived for thousands of years may change at any time.

Just like now.

The witch had clearly just fulfilled Ian's wish to ride a giant bone dragon, and Ian quickly gave her a series of nice words, but the witch began to examine his progress in learning alchemy in a very strict manner the next moment.

Although Ian has successfully repaired the iron lumps at the gate and upgraded their equipment, and even successfully replicated some of the functions of the Deathly Hallows, the legendary witch Ms. Morgan still seems dissatisfied with his progress in learning alchemy.

"According to your current extremely slow learning speed, it will probably take at least three years for you to fully understand the knowledge I teach you."

Morgan was probably the first wizard who was not satisfied with Ian's learning speed. It wasn't that she thought Ian had poor talent, but she was using this opportunity to criticize Ian for spending too much time sleeping.

"If I could have such a superior learning environment as yours, I would definitely only sleep once a month. Wizards have many ways to avoid the punishment of fatigue." Perhaps according to Morgan's unique entrepreneurial ecstasy thinking, Ian's way of studying only during the day is indeed not very hard.

but.

Ian, who is obsessed with growing to at least 1.88 meters tall, can only avoid the problem by self-examination. He does not want to suffer from height defects due to lack of sleep.

It’s okay to stay up late occasionally.

If I stay up late every day... I'm afraid I can only drink potions if I want to grow taller. However, that method of growing taller is too artificial, and there is no essential difference from going to the Great Cold Underworld for plastic surgery.

"Teacher, the final answer to the alchemy homework you gave me should be a time converter, right?" Ian immediately changed the subject after self-examination.

This was the judgment he made when he was studying Morgan's alchemy homework. However, as his alchemy level continued to improve, he felt that the alchemy process given by Morgan was more complicated.

of course.

This was just Ian's judgment based on his little knowledge of the Time Converter. Even though he had specifically looked it up, there weren't many books related to the Time Converter in the library, and the books that contained substantive content were even rarer than those that mentioned the Three Deathly Hallows.

Many questions cannot necessarily be answered in books. This is related to the fact that the people who wrote the books may not know the answers, and also because many sensitive books will disappear quietly in the flow of history.

There is artificial concealment.

It is also covered by the dust of history.

Although there are many books in the Hogwarts library, the restricted books section can only be a collection of incomplete versions of banned books. Naturally, there will be no books that can help one learn the detailed principles of the time converter.

The most common thing mentioned in the books I could find was the method of use and the feeling.

The Time Turner looks like a small shiny gold timepiece with a long, fine gold chain. Each time the Time Turner is turned, it can go back one hour in time.

When using the Time Turner, the user will feel that they are flying backwards very quickly, with various blurry cloud shapes passing by their eyes, something knocking in their ears and they cannot hear their own voices.

"You should call it the Hourglass of Destiny." Witch Morgan corrected Ian's wording. Obviously, it was not just a difference in the name, but also a difference in the power contained therein.

"Can you overturn fate and change the past?"

Ian's eyes suddenly lit up.

The name [Hourglass of Destiny] certainly made him think more. You know, in the rules for using the time converter, there has always been a rule that you can only see history but cannot change history.

Anything that has happened cannot be changed by the Time-Turner, not even by Dumbledore, so the Time-Turner can only be used to understand the truth of some things to a large extent.

And...students use it to study.

In her third year at Hogwarts, Hermione received this magical device from Professor McGonagall, which allowed Hermione to go back a few hours to attend more classes.

And in order to have a Time-Turner, the professor had to write various letters to the Ministry of Magic, telling them that the owner was a model student and would never use it for anything other than studying.

Of course, no matter what the regulations are, the fact that such a magical time prop can be given to a student to use already shows that the time converter must have high limitations in use.

"It only contains the power of fate and time. But if you want to use it to redeem your lost love and family, all you will get in the end is disappointment."

After Morgan brought Ian into the castle, she sat in her chair and answered Ian in a frivolous tone while eating the snacks that Ian "exploded".

"That's no different than the Time Converter, right?"

Ian looked slightly disappointed.

But it doesn't mean I have lost interest in learning.

After all, being able to create a time converter is definitely a special achievement, and it is knowledge that cannot be learned at Hogwarts or anywhere else.

Not even the famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel could create this lost artifact.

"There is no power of destiny in the time converter." Morgan corrected Ian's point of view again. She also knew that much of the knowledge in Ian's time had long been no longer circulated.

As for the reason.

Ian believes that the Department of Mysteries deserves absolute credit.

There might have been related production technology in the Restricted Section in the past, but with the Department of Mysteries' monopoly on the Time-Transformer, all the information about the Time-Transformer in various regions would certainly be destroyed or confiscated - according to the ghosts in the school, the Department of Mysteries once took away many books from the library.

There is a high probability that there are books related to the Time-Turner, because it was from that period that Hogwarts became eligible to apply to the Ministry of Magic for the right to use the Time-Turner.

This must be a compromise and deal between the school's top management and the Department of Mysteries. Because of this, Ian, who enrolled later, actually never came into contact with a real time converter.

He could only speculate on the general principles of the time converter from a limited number of books combined with his own knowledge. It would be impossible for him to figure it out on his own.

"So, what role can the power of destiny play in this hourglass of yours?" Ian took the initiative to rub Morgan's shoulders, which made the black witch extremely satisfied with his flattery.

"In history, there are very few wizards who can touch the level of destiny. This is something I have painstakingly studied. It is definitely a culmination of the field of alchemy."

The legendary witch first boasted about herself, and then she spoke softly with a meaningful voice, "It cannot change the ending, but it can allow people who are in the past to pluck the strings of fate."

This may be a common problem among old women and old men. Whenever they talk about some key things, they always like to use a tone and words like a riddler that requires others to understand.

"Touching fate?"

Ian thought thoughtfully.

The witch's Riddler's behavior today is not difficult to understand.

"When you hand in an answer that satisfies me, you will be able to appreciate the extraordinary magic of it." Morgan looked back at the little wizard behind him with a smile.

"As long as the ending remains unchanged, the process can be changed?" Ian expressed his understanding. To be honest, if this is true, the so-called [Hourglass of Destiny] is indeed an extraordinary creation.

"What do you say?"

The witch raised an eyebrow.

"If you ask me... Teacher, you are so awesome! You are simply the most powerful wizard in the world!" Ian immediately gave her a bunch of meaningless flattery.

The witch Morgan just fell for it.

"When using such a tool, there is one thing you must be careful of. When you manipulate fate, fate will also affect you. Do not try to manipulate fate that is more important than yourself."

"That won't end well." She spoke up again after accepting Ian's flattery. To be honest, this is what Ian said about being careful when dealing with bad witches.

If Ian hadn't flattered her in time, who knows if Morgan the Witch had concealed this fact, and it would have become a hidden danger for him to suffer a big loss in the future. Just like the Queen Senior Sister who was calculated by the evil witch, the evil witch really likes to lay mines quietly when plotting against the apprentice.

of course.

If you have real skills, the bad witch can really teach.

All I can say is that this is similar to "serving the emperor is like serving a tiger."

"Teacher, is there really no way for us wizards to reverse a death that has already happened?" Ian felt that this limitation did not fit in with his core concept of wizards being gods.

"Do you want to change the death of your parents, or that poor girl in the town?" Morgan might not have been able to read minds, but she also saw Ian's intention in asking.

"Maybe both."

It was indeed a pity for Ian that he never met his parents in this life, but he felt more sorry that his good friend Ariana did not get to live a truly fulfilling life.

Of course, if you think about it carefully, the rules that time does not allow to change the past are indeed necessary. After all, if such a thing were to change, the future would surely be greatly affected or completely overturned. At least Dumbledore would no longer be the Dumbledore of today.

and this.

It would have changed a lot of history.

"I'm sorry to tell you that changing fate does not mean overturning it. Even if it's you, even if you pay a price to change the process, they will still die at the moment they are supposed to die." Morgan's voice sounded a little melancholy for some reason. Perhaps the reason she studied the hourglass of fate was to try to change some regrets.

"This is destiny. It is above all living beings, even above the gods." She finally summarized her own ideas, and Ian couldn't help but sigh with regret.

"What if I want to go back to a powerful being's childhood and strangle him to death before he becomes powerful? That won't bring the guy I strangled to death back to life, will it?"

He still asked about the topic of fate without giving up, and even demonstrated the action of strangling someone in front of Morgan. The amplitude of the action looked like he was strangling a small animal to death.

"..."

Morgan was obviously caught off guard by Ian's imagination.

but.

She was silent for a moment.

In the end, the faint voice gave the answer.

"Then, you will never be able to return to your own time, and fate will use you to replace the person you killed. Then, you will be trapped in a life that does not belong to you."

I don't know how the witch Morgan knew the answer.

Her tone didn't sound like speculation.

Perhaps I have been curious about this. I can only say that perhaps the fact that this black witch and Ian became master and apprentice has something to do with some similarities between them.

"Sigh~"

The witch's answer sent a chill down Ian's spine.

"Ok."

He completely dispelled some of the bold curiosity in his heart. As expected, it was not without reason that the more powerful the wizard, the more he feared fate. He did not want to become the new noseless man who "crunched" and ate the big melon.

In fact, according to Noseless's current situation, there is no need for him to go back to the past and kill Noseless. Ian asked this question purely because he was curious about the mystery of fate.

"Has such a thing ever happened in history?" Ian became curious again. There was nothing he could do about it, because the tone of the evil witch made him imagine a lot.

Morgan was not annoyed by Ian's continuous questions.

"If not, would I tell you the answer? All my knowledge comes from the summary made in practice." I didn't expect Morgan to still adhere to the school of scientific witchcraft.

"Is there any historical figure I'm familiar with?"

As soon as Ian's question came out, the witch slammed him on the head.

“Being too curious is sometimes not a good thing. For some things, just knowing them will backfire on you. All I can tell you is that it has actually happened.”

"In an era where neither you nor I were born."

Morgan's meaningful and sad words did not completely extinguish Ian's curiosity, but her sudden dunk made Ian realize that he should not continue asking.

"This is the history of magic that I want to learn. It's another day to be grateful to you, teacher." Ian sensed the witch's impatience and immediately began to enthusiastically massage her back again.

The witch is here after all.

More secrets will be revealed one day.

The prerequisite is that he does not provoke the witch and follow in the footsteps of the Queen's senior sister.

……

After using the limited-time experience card of the Mystical Fantasy Land for half of the time, Ian also wanted to go to the town to meet his friends. The legendary witch had no complaints about this.

"Tell your friend that you took the dragon away, so he still owes me..." She even asked Ian to act as a messenger to bring a message to Pandro.

Ian only had some guesses and judgments about the grudges between the two people. He definitely couldn't ask questions. After all, the dragon that almost had half of its head strangled off was a lesson for him.

Even if a soul is strangled with half of its head, it can be put back together. But if he, a living person, had half of his head chopped off, he would definitely die instantly and be kept by the teacher forever.

"Of course. Don't worry, teacher. I'll even kick his butt for you." In order to make the witch happy, Ian sacrificed the health of his friend's butt.

"You have to kick hard enough!"

Morgan the witch smiled very brightly, and was obviously very satisfied with Ian's assurance. She raised her hand, and the next moment many thorns sprouted from Ian's shoes. As for what the green luster on the thorns was, Ian, who was knowledgeable about potions, couldn't identify it, but he didn't dare to ask.

If the answer he got was particularly scary, how could he kick his good friend? As the saying goes, if you don't understand, you don't know, and if you don't know, you feel at ease.

"The soul will never die again."

Ian prepared himself mentally.

As soon as he walked out of the castle.

"Will you take me back to the human world?"

The giant dragon lying outside immediately came over and asked curiously.

It had no choice but to let Morgan hand it over to Ian and instruct Ian to engrave some marks on it, but it also did not express any dissatisfaction or resistance.

"The world has changed a lot. Not only can you come back to Hogwarts to take a look, but you can also help me deal with my enemies. Of course, most of the time you just need to hold the fort." Ian also hoped to establish a good relationship with this last ancient dragon. After all, although he could, he did not like forced slavery.

"Of course, I can certainly help you hold your ground, and I can also help you bite your enemies to death." The huge ancient dragon was quite sensible and immediately made a promise to Ian.

Its personality is seriously inconsistent with its majestic and huge body, and it even has a nagging feeling. The dragon's face, which has even richer facial details than Snape, shows a nostalgic expression.

"My skeleton must be really cool too. If possible, I can actually help you teach other little wizards. After all, when I was alive, I always wanted to be the first dragon professor at Hogwarts." It expressed that it was an ancient dragon with dreams, and was not as lazy and gluttonous as Witch Morgan said.

"You know, I have always been in charge of the regular clean-up of the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest. Gryffindor says I am a caretaker, and Slytherin says I have the qualities to be a dragon professor."

"But later I realized he was just making empty promises. He didn't let me become a dragon professor until I died. God knows why a human could outlast a dragon."

The words of the chatterbox dragon immediately attracted Ian's attention.

"Did Slytherin live long?"

He immediately asked out of curiosity. This was obviously the later story of the Big Four that had never been mentioned in "Hogwarts: A History" and "Hogwarts: Secrets of the School".

"Yes, he must have found some kind of potion that can make people live forever. After all, I am pretty good at potions, and I know that there was such a potion a long, long time ago."

The ancient dragon didn't know why Ian's eyes lit up. It was probably because he had never seen the fate of Dementors, so his tone was quite proud when he showed off his potion results.

"The elixir of life made from the golden apple?" While Ian was surprised at the practical value of this dragon, he was also a little surprised at the situation of Salazar Slytherin mentioned by the ancient dragon.

Could it be that Voldemort's creation and use of Horcruxes was an act of atavism? You know, Teacher Morgan had said before that she had cut down all the golden apple trees in their time.

"He just lived longer. At that time, all his teeth had fallen out and it seemed difficult for him to walk. I think if I tried harder, I would definitely be able to outlive him first."

"He will only live a dozen days longer than me at best." The ancient dragon's tone was full of certainty, as if it had seen Salazar Slytherin for the last time when it was about to die.

"You weren't hatched in Hogwarts, were you?" Ian had actually been curious about this for a long time. Logically speaking, the lifespan of ancient pure-blooded dragons should be extremely long. After all, those little chicken dragons in the wizarding world today have a lifespan that is comparable to or even longer than that of wizards.

"Of course, otherwise Slytherin would definitely not be able to survive me..." The ancient dragon may not have communicated with people for a long time. It is not at all shy about mentioning the past when it was caught.

"I had lived a long, long time before I entered Hogwarts. Unlike those of my kind who like to stir up trouble, I already loved learning before I even went to school."

"Other dragons would rob human princesses and plunder treasures, but I only love studying and reading. This may be one of the reasons why I can become the last pure-blooded dragon."

"I still remember it was a sunny afternoon, and I was reading books as usual. Those books were all borrowed by me, and my saliva could pay for the borrowing fees."

"As a good dragon who abides by the law, I never expected that I would meet adventurers who wanted to challenge me. At that time, the four founders of Hogwarts were like the adventurers mentioned in the books, and I was like the adventure they had to choose. This scared me a lot even though I was familiar with "The Cause of Death of Dragons."

The giant dragon crawling on the ground showed a frightened expression on its face. "I thought I would definitely become the new cause of death of the giant dragon. Fortunately, Miss Hufflepuff is a very reasonable human wizard."

"She knew about my past and chose to accept me. Miss Ravenclaw also thought that I was suitable to be a Patronus, so I became the first student of Hogwarts."

"As a thank you, I took them to challenge another dragon and helped them complete the adventure they wanted to go on. It was a hateful dragon that often tried to bully me and also lived in Angria..." The ancient dragon's words with some emotion made Ian's eyes widen.

He felt that the dragon's behavior was a hint of "Imperial Army, this way".

"They slayed another dragon?"

Ian knew that he was learning about "Hogwarts: The Untold Story", but he didn't know whether he could become a best-selling author and make a fortune after writing this book.

"Anyway, I have become the last dragon in the world since then." It was really hard for Ian not to notice the ancient dragon moving its eyes to the side.

After all, its eyeballs are much bigger than Ian's.

"You are really... smart."

Ian expressed his feelings sincerely.

The truth that "I'd rather die than let my friend die" is still gaining more and more weight. The ancient dragon obviously realized the meaning of Ian's words, and when it knew that it had let the cat out of the bag and could no longer conceal it, it immediately began to defend itself.

"It's not my fault. It's a real evil dragon. Not only did it do a lot of bad things, but it also wanted to force me to reproduce with it. This is definitely what it deserves."

The ancient dragon raised the volume of his nasal speech, and was a little agitated. He had been dead for so many years, but there was obviously a reason why he was still so emotional.

"It and I are both male dragons!"

What a wail that can make people empathize in an instant. I can only say that there is really something special about the land of Anglia. Some things have existed since ancient times and are not divided by species.

"Has it ever succeeded?"

Ian's focus has always been sharp and special. His question immediately made the ancient dragon's eyes widen, and the heavy breath blew Ian away.

"of course not!"

Perhaps the dragon's denial is indeed the truth, but this does not affect Ian's imaginative opinion. After all, only the dragon itself knows the truth.

"In short, the evil dragon got what he deserved, so I stayed in Hogwarts..." The ancient dragon emphasized the legitimacy of his revenge and then made an emotional summary of his life, "I am the last dragon. After my death, my four professors will become the last legends."

Such a confident conclusion made Ian raise his eyebrows.

"How do you know that there will be no more legends in the future?" He seemed to have guessed something, but still needed to verify it with someone in the know.

"Legend is not just a title of honor, but also a realm that humans cannot reach. It is more difficult to achieve than being great, and killing a dragon is the only way to become a legend."

"By bathing in our blood and absorbing our natural magic runes, humans will be able to break through their limits, and the path to legend will be revealed." The ancient dragon's answer confirmed Ian's guess, and at the same time, it also indirectly explained why human wizards are always willing to team up with others to challenge dragons.

"This is truly... rare knowledge."

Ian digested the information he got from the dragon. The ability of a pure-blooded dragon to help humans break through their limits was obviously similar to the ability to use the skin of an invisible beast to make an invisible cloak.

As the saying goes, it is a crime to have a jade.

Their extinction is obviously related to this situation. It is true that the power of ancient dragons is incomparable to that of ordinary wizards, but for creatures like humans, as long as the rewards are great enough, no matter how steep the mountains are, they will eventually be climbed.

This is not.

The ancient dragons became extinct.

Today, those hybrid dragons may be the final proof of the existence of ancient dragons. Realizing this, Ian couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sigh in his heart.

"It has to be the Horrible Ape."

While expressing emotion.

Ian also realized a problem.

"The traditional dragon of England was killed by the Four Giants, and you also died of old age. If we round it up, doesn't it mean that the four respectable founders have cut off my future path to becoming a legend?"

Just like what was said before.

The little wizard's focus is sometimes so tricky.

……

Learn the secret.

Cricket said a few words to the founder.

Ian bid farewell to his future number one mount and walked along the winding, rugged road covered with gravel and moss, from the gloomy castle to the fairy-tale forest.

Compared to the witch's residence which is always dark, the boundary between the castle and the town is particularly clear, as if some strange power separates the gloomy world from the sunny town.

soon.

Ian arrived at the border.

At this junction, the gloominess of the castle and the brightness of the forest seem to be separated by an invisible line. On one side is the heaviness and depth of history, while on the other side is the lightness and dreaminess of nature.

Ian took a step forward.

He came to Ariana's environment. In his hand, he still held the piece of warm dress that Teacher Morgan had torn off not long ago. He did not waste time on the journey and was studying at the same time.

The advanced magic of [Soul-stealing] is called [Soul-binding and Soul-sentaway]. This kind of magic that truly involves the soul is extremely profound. No wonder it is difficult for Senior Sister Queen to comprehend new areas in her life.

"I bet there's something else in there."

There was a reason why Ian couldn't help but take it out and study it while he was on the road.

Witch Morgan gave her apprentice a new assignment. Even though he hasn't started learning yet, Ian can tell that this assignment should contain more than just the magic of reviving a bone dragon with the help of an ancient dragon's soul.

"Could it be the ultimate secret of biological alchemy, to create real life?" Ian had been pondering all the way. He knew that if he really only learned the magic of reviving the bone dragon, but did not comprehend more knowledge and deeper magic, perhaps he would not be able to obtain new fragments of Morgan's dress next time.

This is a teaching.

It is also a test.

Every time.

"Could it be that as long as the body is still warm, I can use it to revive the dead?" Ian followed the path in the forest, approaching the familiar town. The trees here were towering into the sky, and colorful sunlight shone through the branches and leaves, sprinkling on the soft moss, forming patches of golden light.

The air was filled with freshness and the fragrance of flowers, and the chirping of birds in the woods was pleasant to the ears, forming a sharp contrast with the previous silence of the castle.

"You guys aren't in town?"

When Ian looked up at the road, he found Pandro picking fruits, while Ariana was counting fruits under the tree. The sunlight shining on the two of them looked like a medieval forest collection picture.

Somewhat dreamy beauty.

"Pandro wants to brew some wine, saying that it will be of great use next year, but he won't tell me what it's for." The girl looked up at Ian, her tone containing a hint of helplessness.

"He just likes to talk nonsense like this, all old guys are like this." Ian was quick-eyed and quick-handed. Just when Pandro was about to jump down from the tree, he immediately rushed under the tree.

Perhaps he couldn't bear it, or perhaps it was too late, Ian just stretched out one of his feet covered with green thorns and placed it on the path that Pandro had to take when he slid down from the tree.

"No moral principles! A sneak attack!"

Pandro sat down on Ian's shoes, and the green thorns pricked his butt, making him scream and his face turn red immediately.

It's the redness that comes from the pain.

Of course, this flushed face did not last long, because green began to rise from his buttocks and spread to his entire body like ink dropped into clear water.

The Celts, who were supposed to have fair skin, instantly turned into pure green-skinned people. The green color reminded Ian of the orcs contaminated by evil energy in a game in his previous life.

"Are you okay? Damn! The teacher is so cruel!" This turn of events was somewhat unexpected by Ian. He hurriedly supported Pandro, who was covering his butt, and asked.

"I won't die, that's for sure, but I was stabbed in the back by you. I will definitely need some precious wine in the world to make up for the serious damage I have suffered."

Being able to speak calmly, clearly and firmly, Pandro should not be a big problem, so Ian immediately let go of the guy who took the opportunity to threaten him.

"This shouldn't be washable, right?" Ariana walked forward with a large basket of fruits, and even grabbed Pandro's arm out of curiosity and rubbed it hard a few times.

No fading.

"There is a situation where it is difficult to disobey the master's orders." Ian sighed and distanced himself from the matter. His dog-like behavior made Pandro angrily denounce him.

"Now this is going to take two bottles of fine wine to fix!"

For this kind of sitting price.

Ian didn't choose to refuse.

"Okay, after all, I'm in the wrong." He still had some conscience, so he decided to bring some pearl-grade wine to his friend next time he entered the hazy fantasy.

Two bottles is too stingy.

Ian decided to be generous and give six bottles directly. After all, many wines come in boxes of six bottles, and the price is twenty pounds excluding postage - how can the pearl of the food industry not be called a pearl?
"Very good, very good, very thoughtful." Pandro rarely felt Ian's generosity. He nodded with satisfaction and threw the fruit in his hand into Ariana's fruit basket.

"Want to come back to town with us?"

He looked at the little wizard beside him, as if he was trying to feel how long the little wizard could stay - since he had been chatting with the dragon for a long time, Ian didn't have much time left before returning to the world.

"Of course. The teacher said that you caught a dragon. I saw it. The dragon was really big." Ian followed the two people towards the town.

"I was just providing assistance. Pandro was really powerful. He jumped onto the dragon's head and stabbed his sword into it. The dragon immediately fell to the ground and lay motionless."

Ariana smiled modestly, and then excitedly told Ian about her experience with Pandro. It was obvious that this adventure was quite novel and interesting to the girl.

"You are very capable. You cut off its four legs. Otherwise, it would not be easy for me to climb up."

Pandro also immediately started a wave of commercial flattery. The smile on his green face no longer seemed as sunny as before, but instead had a creepy feeling like Gargamel.

"What a shame! I wish I could go with them." Ian had always longed for romantic adventures like those in the Middle Ages. After all, those were magnificent scenes that could only be learned about from stories and biographies.

"You're about to get your chance!"

Pandro looked at Ian and said in a firm tone, "When the time comes, I will take you to kill people. You cover me from behind and I will take you to slay the dragon."

The dragon he was talking about was definitely not the hybrid that Ian was familiar with, but an ancient dragon like the one in the castle. It can only be said that perhaps the dragons have now suffered enough in the mortal world and have become extinct in the mortal world, but in the misty fantasy world, they still cannot escape some unbearable torments.

"Why are the dragons staying in the misty fantasy? Are they different from other magical animals..." Just as Ian was about to ask Pandro some questions that he had just thought of.

suddenly.

“It’s Santa Claus!”

Ariana cheered in surprise. Then, a delicate sound rang out in the sky, "ding-dong-dong" like the sound of a bronze bell shaking.

The sound was getting closer.

Ian looked up following Ariana's gaze and saw a sled pulled by two flying elks approaching. The white elks had no wings but could fly in the sky.

Their antlers also shine with a golden color, which is quite dazzling under the sunlight, like burning golden flames. The dreamlike scene is even more magical.

"We can see it every year, but they just don't give us any presents..." Ian didn't feel too surprised. After all, he could see this scene every time he entered the hazy fantasy world at Christmas.

The figure riding the elk was slightly taller than the goblins, with a thick beard that reached down to his ankles. He always just rode his elk sled across the entire hazy fantasy world.

"I've already said that he is just a wizard suffering from Alzheimer's disease. I think this dementia has penetrated deep into his soul and made him forget that he should distribute gifts to us."

Pandro moved very quickly. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the sky. "If we want gifts from Santa Claus, we have to do it ourselves!"

between words.

The boy's stone hit Santa Claus's sleigh accurately, knocking down a beautifully packaged gift box from it. This hit was more accurate and longer-range than an automatic rifle, which made Ariana exclaim in amazement.

"You must have been a leader among children when you were little." Ian quickly ran towards the gift box dropped by Santa Claus, and the old man above seemed to fly away without noticing.

"Damn it! I dropped that gift box!" Pandro ran a step late and Ian picked up the gift box first. He smashed the tree next to him in frustration but did not ask for it back.

after all.

This is an unspoken rule among the boys.

Whoever gets it owns it.

"I can't open it!" Ian found that he couldn't untie the straps on the gift box, and he was a little frustrated. Pandro, who had been frustrated before, immediately began to gloat over his misfortune.

"Hahaha! Beg me! Beg me and I'll tell you why!"

His laughter soon stopped.

Because Ian stuffed the gift box into his purse, preferring to take it back to study and ponder it himself, it didn't go as he wished, which made the boy's originally happy mood suddenly depressed.

"Here's your Christmas present."

Ian took out another set of armor from his purse. It was a work he copied and stitched together from several special effects films and anime productions. Apart from the automatic wearing function, it had no other functions.

but.

The cool appearance alone has attracted Pandro's attention. His showy personality makes him like this kind of thing, and he immediately showed a smile on his face.

“Will I get a Christmas present?”

Ariana came forward expectantly.

"Of course!"

Ian pulled out a decorated gift box.

"Why are her gifts wrapped?"

Pandro, who was tinkering with his armor, complained rather unhappily.

"Do you know how expensive cardboard boxes are nowadays? I will go bankrupt if I want to put your armor in the cardboard box!" Ian was not really talking nonsense.

Like an apple on Christmas Eve.

The profiteers of Hogsmeade will also seize the opportunity to make a fortune at Christmas.

"I can give this gift box to you."

Ariana happily opened the beautifully wrapped gift box.

There is a small train inside, which is also Ian's alchemical work. He named it the Story Train. You only need to give keywords and various stories will be woven into the train's carriages.

Stories never repeat themselves.

But you can also leave your favorite stories.

It can be said that it was inspired by Grindelwald's storybook.

“That’s a great idea!”

Ariana quickly became familiar with the use of the train.

Seeing the girl holding the train lovingly, Ian immediately took out the [Guardian Ring], walked up to Ariana and started asking.

"Want to go back to the mortal world and take a look? I found a special trick to exploit loopholes!" Ian proudly showed off his [Guardian Ring].

however.

The girl just had a bewildered expression.

"I almost forgot, when I was studying this thing, you were still out catching dragons." Ian began to explain the Resurrection Stone and the inspiration he got from it to his two friends.

of course.

He did not omit the contribution of Ms. Ravenclaw. Ariana listened with great interest, while Pandro had an expression of amazement.

"Oh my god! You are so amazing! You actually got the resurrection stone!"

His wide eyes were slightly exaggerated.

"..."

Ian pushed the guy away and looked at Ariana again.

"So, you want me to be... a Christmas present for my brothers?" Ariana has been playing with Ian since he was a child, so naturally her perspective on the problem is more critical than Ian's.

"?????"

Ian always felt that there was something strange about Ariana's words, but he couldn't find any fault with them. Seeing the girl raise her hand, he immediately put the ring on her finger.

"Does this really work?"

Ariana's little face felt a little red.

“You’ll know after you try it!”

Ian took out the wand that Morgan had conjured up earlier but had not yet returned to its original form, and directly activated the Patronus. Silver threads immediately emerged from the ring and wrapped around Ariana.

at the same time.

A large amount of silver light also gushed out from Ian's wand - they finally gathered together, and Ariana, who was completely wrapped in the silk thread, immediately exclaimed.

"This is really... strange."

She was clearly still standing on the land of the hazy fantasy, but her head appeared above Ian's wand. The girl's whole body seemed to be silver and her face was full of surprise.

soon.

Ariana's "guardian spirit" has been condensed. For a moment, the whole lawn seemed to be filled with two Arianas, which was extremely dreamy.

On one side stood different soul bodies, and on the other side was a "spirit body" covered in bright silver. Ariana discovered that in this state she even had a sword on her waist.

She didn't pull it out, but just tried to touch the surrounding trees.

"Your magic will surely make you famous throughout the ages!" Pandro, who was standing nearby and witnessed everything, no longer had an exaggerated expression, but spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"I want more than just this..." Ian really wanted to ask where Pandro was buried. He thought that perhaps he could extract the dragon's natural magic runes from the bones of his good friend.

The road to legend.

Who can refuse!
"What are you looking at? No matter what you are thinking, stop it right now!" Pandro felt uneasy and immediately rushed forward to hold Ian's head and shook it hard.

It was as if he wanted to shake all the bad thoughts out of Ian's head.

"Well, let's talk about it later. I feel it's time to return." Ian used magic in the hazy fantasy, which would slightly speed up his return to the mortal world.

I saw.

The words fell.

His body immediately began to become transparent.

The boundary between life and death was crossed again.

From trance to clarity.

Ian opened his eyes and immediately sat up, wanting to find Dumbledore to give him a surprise. However, he discovered that he was not in the dormitory.

"Is this the Room of Requirement?"

Ian was a little confused.

He pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement and walked out.

outside the house.

There was silence.

The corridor on the eighth floor was empty at night.

"Kid, have you flushed your toilet? Snape's words are just a joke. If you don't complete the task he assigned you, he will definitely punish you in a more disgusting way." The silly Barnabas on the wall spoke suddenly, his tone full of comfort, as if he was worried about the little wizard.

"What are you talking about? What other toilet do I need to clean?"

Ian was stunned.

His mind was somewhat unable to react.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten...it's the punishment Snape gave you before." Silly Barnabas looked at Ian with a somewhat strange look. He probably felt that Ian was playing dumb. After all, who would forget something that happened not long ago?

"Didn't that happen many days ago?" Ian thought that silly Barnabas might have really been beaten stupid by the troll. However, when he looked at the clock hanging in the corridor, his expression froze.

Biting chill.

Rising from the back.

He raised his hand suddenly.

The mark of the Ouroboros is shining silently.

(End of this chapter)