Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 141: Phoenix and the Invisible Shadow

The dark green light illuminated the entire room.

The magic symbolizing death is surging.

Two powerful magical powers intertwined and tore each other in the air, forming a short and dazzling energy vortex, tearing the surrounding air into pieces and making a sharp whistling sound. The light in the underground room became abnormally distorted at this moment, as if one could hear the wailing of many wronged souls who died under the killing curse.

Faced with Voldemort, who was suddenly resurrected for unknown reasons and regained his magic power with the nourishment of the Philosopher's Stone, and whose strength, even if not restored to its heyday, was definitely far beyond that of other wizards, Ian chose to face his edge head-on, controlling the equally powerful magic power in his body and competing with Voldemort.

The little wizard knew that the balance of victory would only tilt towards his side.

There are many possibilities in fate, but there is absolutely no possibility that he will lose to Voldemort - this is the confidence that a wizard should have when he picks up the wand.

of course.

To be on the safe side, Ian used Voldemort's family to put a debuff on Voldemort in advance, causing the "wizard gene" in Voldemort's body to be suppressed and weakened by the potion.

"To be honest, I've wanted to give it a try for a long time... The so-called Dark Lord Voldemort has some truth to his reputation." Ian's voice was filled with excitement.

The scene seemed extremely dangerous, but it did not frighten him at all.

"You little thing, don't you know that no wizard in this world can call me by my name directly?" Voldemort said in a cold voice and increased the magic output of his wand.

Even though he was affected by Ian's potion and the activity of magic in his body was constantly declining, he was a veteran after all, and he quickly calmed his mind and eyes.

The self-confidence developed over the years made Voldemort believe that except for Dumbledore who had a slight chance of stopping him, all other wizards would eventually die under his magic.

The history of the past few years was proof of this. As long as he killed this little wizard with strange strength, he would have enough time to deal with the problems caused by the effects of certain potions on his body.

"I will make a tombstone for you, and then engrave your last words on it." Ian stared at the figure not far away that frightened countless wizards.

He tightly grasped the wand in his hand. The wand seemed to be an extension of him, connected with his mind. All the magic power he poured into the wand was unleashing its power with maximum efficiency.

"You sharp-tongued fellow, you can't possibly be a real wizard. No wizard of your age can possess such powerful magic as you."

"I can't do it, and neither can Dumbledore. I think even Merlin in ancient times was the same... In this situation, have you never wondered why you are so special?"

Voldemort was shaking his wand in an exaggerated manner. He felt the pressure from the opposite side, so he began to try to use his knowledge of psychology to break through the little wizard's psychological defenses.

"In the wizarding world, no anomaly is a coincidence, and no gift is without a price. I think you have never thought about the price hidden behind your talent."

have to say.

Voldemort's brain worked better after his resurrection.

Unfortunately.

Ian walked forward step by step. He remembered every step he took. There was no such thing as gift or no gift. He relied entirely on his own efforts and a little help from external forces.

"I hate people like you who talk nonsense! If you can't do it yourself, you'll blame others! After all these years, have you ever thought about why Dumbledore has been chasing you and hammering you?"

"Reflect on yourself! Are you not working as hard as I am?" Ian didn't think that Voldemort could answer his questions about the system, and he was not disturbed by Voldemort's psychological warfare.

“Submit to me, and I can really tell you the reason. Even though you have sabotaged my actions many times, I am a person who values ​​talent. Even though I hate you so much in my heart, I am willing to give you a chance…” Voldemort wanted to continue to seduce Ian. He found that the speed at which his magic power was decaying was far beyond his imagination.

Green light and green light intertwined in the air to form a complex pattern, as if two forces were fighting for the dominance of this space, and his territory was being constantly eroded.

"I can share with you the knowledge that Dumbledore was unwilling to share with you, the knowledge that he hid so that he could only have great power. You can even learn the secret of immortality."

“I am such a generous person. Stand by my side and I will forgive you for everything you did before.” Voldemort increased the weight to seduce Ian.

Regardless of whether he was trying to trick Ian, at least his tone sounded quite sincere. If it weren't for the fact that his murderous intent grew stronger when his magic collided with Ian's... well, Ian still wouldn't believe it.

"I still overestimated your brain." Ian was calm at the sight of Voldemort's recruitment. Which of the books hidden by Dumbledore was not available for him to read whenever he wanted?
What kind of eternal life is this... Can a lingering Horcrux be called eternal life?
"I suggest you listen to how the villain sixty years ago shook others up, instead of just making empty promises." Ian's tone was filled with undisguised contempt.

This is true.

Grindelwald's speech sounded very grand and noble, and Grindelwald was really willing to share the benefits. When compared with the second-generation Dark Lord in front of him, the gap was particularly obvious.

No benefits are given.

Opening your mouth means dreams, rights, and future status.

Smart people can tell it's fake when they hear it. To be honest, this outdated PUA routine might not even fool his two good roommates.

The so-called loyalty of his subordinates depends entirely on the threat of death. Otherwise, why would one of them still have loyal subordinates after being imprisoned, while the other one's Death Eaters all fled in disarray?

"Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice." Voldemort's expression suddenly became angry after being scolded, but his tone was still coldly calm.

The flesh on the Dark Lord's face began to shrink and melt. No one knew what kind of dark magic he was using to cause the magic power output from his wand to suddenly increase many times.

Seeing the opponent's killing curse coming towards him, Ian's face did not show much worry.

"It was you who made the wrong choice, not me. It seems that you haven't realized that your fate was determined from the moment you stepped into Hogwarts."

His hand that was holding the wand trembled slightly, and the next moment, the Killing Curse that was in the air and was stirring together with Voldemort's spell, split into more than ten branches as if it had received some order.

They seemed to be endowed with life and equipped with navigation systems. They suddenly dispersed in the air and transformed into more than a dozen tiny dark green beams of light that flew rapidly towards Voldemort from different angles.

"Damn it! It's that trick again!"

This sudden change caught Voldemort off guard. He had seen Ian's strange magic in the tunnels of Hogwarts before, but now he didn't expect that he would reach a new level of strangeness.
"You can't possibly have such a strong soul and such control!"

Voldemort did not dare to be careless with the tiny dark green beam of light. After all, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still a killing curse and anyone who touched it would die. Even the Dark Lord could not escape this rule-like power.

Seeing the magic coming.

Voldemort immediately smashed his wand, forcibly breaking the stalemate between himself and Ian, and disappeared on the spot before being hit by several small and thick killing curses.

The trickery of magic.

Played out at the hands of Voldemort.

He appeared silently behind Ian, then raised his hand to launch a sneak attack, but found that blue flames suddenly rose from the ground and rushed towards him fiercely.

The blazing, deadly magic swept through, forcing Voldemort to disappear once again. However, this time he did not show up for several seconds.

Ian looked around.

He did not have Grindelwald's observation skills, nor could he sense Voldemort's presence. The only thing he could be sure of was that Voldemort was still in this room.

"Shadowless Storm!"

Ian couldn't find Voldemort, but he knew how to deal with it - as Ian's spell reached an unprecedented intensity, the entire underground room seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.

His magic was no longer a simple beam of light or explosion, but transformed into countless invisible blades, like blades in a strong wind, silently but extremely sharp, occupying the entire room.

These sharp blades moved in the air, cutting through anything that stood in their way. The stone pillars, tables and chairs, and even the solid stone walls in the room were shattered by the blades.

No inch of space was left unused.

The air was filled with pungent smoke and fluctuations of magical energy. As the saying goes, if you are rich, you have firepower. Ian fully demonstrated what it means to have so much magical power that you don't need to consider where the threat comes from.

"You damn magical creature! The product of biological alchemy!" Voldemort was forced out of his hiding place. There was an invisible shield around his body to block the sharp blade for him.

of course.

Because Ian's magic was released too quickly, Voldemort had scars of varying degrees on his face and body, which might be the reason why he was so furious.

"So you think I'm the product of biological alchemy?" Ian realized what Voldemort was going to say to him before. He sneered and raised the wand in his hand again.

Voldemort's expression suddenly became tense, and he chose to take the initiative and cast a curse on Ian.

"Blood and flesh peeled off!"

It is an extremely vicious black magic.

The increasingly dormant magic in his body made Voldemort dare not fight Ian anymore. He realized that what Ian threw at him was more difficult than he thought. There was an invisible force that penetrated deep into his body, suppressing his magic more and more fiercely with irresistible momentum.

"All curses end!"

Ian flicked his wand.

Voldemort's magic disappeared into thin air - he learned a version improved by Dumbledore that could even destroy Slytherin's magic involving time and fate.

Black magic is naturally no problem.

"Be my nourishment again!"

Ian waved his wand vigorously, and the fierce fire on the ground instantly changed into the deep red color representing [Flame Journey]. The flame that could burn the soul was jumping dangerously.

Voldemort, who had done extensive research on the soul, immediately became alert.

“Damn it! Where did you learn all this?” Voldemort was horrified. He wanted to continue casting the spell, but he realized that something was wrong inside his body.

The magical powers used to cast spells seemed to be completely silent and no longer had any activity, like dead water, or like those duds that disgusted him.

The weakening of magic.

Voldemort began to struggle with the sharp blades in space.

His black robe had been ignited by the flames, emitting a pungent burning smell. He tried to continue using his shield to resist the attacks from all around, but the magic power he was unable to mobilize was causing him to weaken again.

The shield kept making crackling sounds, as if it would collapse at any time.

"As you said, maybe Dumbledore is unwilling to teach you magic?" Ian also started to play psychology, making Voldemort even more angry.

"Dumbledore is just a guy who was fooled by me! Damn bastard! You and Dumbledore will eventually taste the consequences of being my enemy!"

"I didn't lose to you! I lost to that damn thing you threw out! We will meet again one day! Then I will settle accounts with you!"

Voldemort had already realized that he had been tricked by Ian. Seeing that his magic shield was being weakened, he gritted his teeth and cursed, trying to escape.

I saw.

Voldemort turned into black smoke and rushed towards the ceiling.

"You'd better run away as soon as possible. Unfortunately, you couldn't escape when I came in." Ian's words made Voldemort very puzzled. The bad premonition in his heart made him rush upwards frantically.

"Look, you just delayed your death..." Ian gently turned his wand, and then Voldemort, whose movements were like black smoke entering the ceiling, suddenly stopped.

His body turned into black smoke.

A different color.

"Oh!"

It was as if the control of his body was taken away, and Voldemort fell from the sky. The magic could no longer be maintained, and he turned back into a scarred human body.

"No!"

Haven't gotten up yet.

Sharp spikes pierced through Voldemort's body, not only making it impossible for him to move the hand holding the wand, but also nailing him to the ground.

"what did you do to me!"

Voldemort's eyes were red and he raised his head with a roar.

“A little Transfiguration shock, how about it, not bad.” Ian looked at Erised for a moment, then turned to speak to the miserable Voldemort.

"I just told you that victory will only be on my side. I don't like to lie." Ian shook his wand gently, and the sharp spikes that came out of Voldemort's body suddenly turned into chains.

They emerged from Voldemort's flesh and blood, and locked Voldemort's hands, feet and head, allowing Ian to strangle Voldemort to death at any time.

"This can't be Transfiguration! It violates Gamp's basic laws of Transfiguration!" Voldemort stared with bloodshot eyes and gasped, his voice full of disbelief.

"See, I told you that you didn't learn anything real at Hogwarts. You must not have taken Professor McGonagall's class. She told me in person that wizards are gods."

"We are all gods, what are the rules? It is the limitations of your thinking that have bound you, Tom!" Ian walked towards Voldemort, who was nailed in the center of the room, surrounded by crimson flames. Voldemort's wand had turned to ashes in the flames, and it was not clear whether it was Quirrell's original wand.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Voldemort suddenly seemed to calm down.

"This is magic that I created myself...my journey." Every step Ian took felt like he was stepping on a carpet woven with flames, but he did not feel the heat at all and was not affected by the flames at all.

"Do you think you can become a hero if you defeat and kill me? Dumbledore will not let you go... and I am the one who can truly understand you!"

Voldemort struggled to prop up his head and looked at Ian.

"I don't think you understand."

Ian curled his lips.

"You are just an alchemical weapon with false memories created by Dumbledore. When you are no longer useful, our headmaster will destroy you."

obviously.

Voldemort's misunderstanding of Ian continued. He seemed to have realized that the situation was hopeless, and his previous hysteria and crazy anger were completely gone.

"You are the biological weapon, your whole family are biological weapons." Ian slapped Voldemort in the face, leaving half of his face sunken.

This guy obviously sacrificed a lot of blood and flesh when he forcibly increased the strength of his magic.

“I have to say, if you wanted to step on me to get to the top, you did it... using some conspiracy and tricks.” Voldemort suppressed his anger and continued to speak in a hoarse voice.

"If you have ambitions, as long as you don't kill me, I can assist you and make you the new generation of Dark Lord... I think I will enjoy such an achievement."

"After all, I am not young anymore, and it's time to find a successor." Voldemort was of course lying with his eyes open. He was just trying to save the life he had finally regained.

only.

This way of seducing people is indeed unique.

"?????"

Ian felt that Voldemort probably regarded the title of Dark Lord as a very honorable title.

"Your brain is indeed different from that of normal people. Why do you think I would aspire to become a Dark Lord? Don't you know that I hate others to be afraid of me the most?"

He slapped Voldemort again.

The two sides of Voldemort's face suddenly became symmetrical.

"If you want to be like Dumbledore, I can help you. You certainly deserve flowers and applause and become the White King bathed in the sun." I didn't expect Voldemort to be so patient. His eyes were full of anger, but he still suppressed his anger and tried to negotiate with Ian.

can only say.

His mindset determines that the temptations this guy can offer are really cheap.

"Dear senior...you seem to have made no progress in all these years." Ian kicked Voldemort, who had forced his upper body up to be almost eye-level with him.

"Dark Lord? White Lord? What kind of narrow-minded ideal is this? It's so evil! I would rather kick you than dirty my feet and affect my grand ambitions for the future." Ian looked down at Voldemort who was lying on the ground again. He controlled the chains that emerged from Voldemort's body to tighten a little.

"Speaking of evil, your magic is much more evil than mine. You treat other wizards as food... Tell me, do you think our White Lord can tolerate magic like yours existing in the world?"

"He can't even tolerate me learning some dark magic." Voldemort's knowledge and vision are not weak. He looked at the large sea of ​​fire around him with a mocking tone.

“You will definitely die, and your death will be more miserable than mine, and you won’t have the chance to come back like I did. He might even regard you as a dark creature that he needs to deal with in order to continue to establish his greatness.” Voldemort’s tone was filled with conviction, and his eyes contained not only resentment but also a bit of gloating.

"You're dying soon, so just say less." Ian used Transfiguration to create a pistol. He planned to let Voldemort die with the Muggle weapon that this guy despised the most - how to put it, in Voldemort's view, this way of killing was indeed humiliating, and Voldemort's face showed some anger again.

"I will come back! When the time comes, I hope to see you again, instead of just digging up your grave, spitting on your ashes, and laughing at you for becoming another glorious deed of the great white wizard Dumbledore!" Voldemort sneered and lowered his head, as if waiting for death to come again.

"Unfortunately, there is no grave left to dig in your house." Ian pointed the gun at Voldemort's forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Da da da~da da~da da~”

A tiny pistol.

Not just blue light.

The speed of dozens of revolutions per second was even more insane - soon, Voldemort's body fell to the ground incompletely, and only a small number of corpses were found among the large number of bullets.

"Whoo~"

Ian blew on the muzzle of his gun.

“This thing is really useful.”

He removed the magic that maintained the modified pistol.

Seeing the Mirror of Erised right in front of him, Ian, who had always been curious about and had a need for it, did not go up to it immediately. Instead, he waited in front of Voldemort's body with his wand in his hand.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Maybe I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What a cunning guy..." Streams of black mist rose from the corpse with a resentful tone. They gathered together and crashed into Ian without hesitation.

"Whoever kills me will eventually become the same as me..."

Seeing that he had no way out, Voldemort's soul wanted to use his own soul as a price to place an indelible curse on Ian.

however.

"Just waiting for you!"

The crimson flames burning around Ian blocked his way, creating a barrier between his soul and Voldemort's soul that could burn the soul into nourishment.

This is called becoming a teacher.

It wasn't that he wanted to burn Voldemort for food, it was Voldemort who came to offer warmth - the young wizard had a good plan, and he even thought about how to explain it to Dumbledore afterwards.

only.

Sometimes plans really can't keep up with changes.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Along with Ian's somewhat unbelievable cry, the space in front of him fluctuated, and a black figure suddenly shot out from the distorted space like a sharp arrow.

It ignored the fire barrier that Ian had set up and rushed out. Not only was it unharmed, it also opened its sharp mouth and a terrible suction force seemed to appear in its mouthparts.

The remaining soul of Voldemort originally planned to put aside his pride, turn a corner, cancel the curse he had failed to complete and try to escape, but he didn't expect that he was sucked into the mouth of the black figure as soon as the thought came up.

"What the hell is this again!!!"

The remaining soul of Voldemort only had time to leave one last scream in the world.

immediately.

He was completely swallowed by the "Phoenix" that suddenly appeared - probably digesting Voldemort's soul, purple flames burned on the black phoenix.

"Nima!"

Ian realized something was wrong and removed the sea of ​​fire in front of him. He only had time to see the black phoenix swallowing. He could feel the close and indescribable connection between himself and the phoenix.

only.

"I defeated this monster with great difficulty! The soul that dropped out should be mine! It is my trophy!" Ian jumped up and grabbed the black phoenix.

He tried to pry open the Black Phoenix's mouth, reach in and take out Voldemort's soul - but the Black Phoenix's mouth was tightly closed and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry it open.

"We agreed that the Phoenix will only come out to help me when I need it most! Why is it snatching food from me?" Ian's hands were not burned by the deep purple flames on the Black Phoenix, but he obviously had no way to deal with this bird that suddenly appeared. He used all his strength but still couldn't pry open the other's mouth.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

The phoenix tilted its head and looked at its master. Its mouth remained tightly closed, but it still made sounds. However, the sounds coming from its throat were quite creepy and strange.

"What Soul Palace Phoenix!"

Ian picked up the phoenix that seemed to be having trouble thinking but was the first to grab food, and shook it upside down. However, he was unwilling to give up, but still failed to shake Voldemort's soul out.

"Give me back my magic!"

The young wizard felt that he had worked in vain and spoke in an indignant tone.

"Gah?"

at last.

The phoenix no longer made that creepy cry, but the sound did not sound like the clear cry of a phoenix. Perhaps it understood what Ian said.

The flames on its body became even more intense.

Just a moment later, when the burning purple flame gradually faded, Ian felt some kind of power being transmitted to him through the connection between him and the Phoenix.

His whole body began to heat up.

It feels like my flesh and blood is burning.

"Holy crap! It's glowing!"

Ian raised his arm and found that his skin not only looked like cooked shrimp, but there were also some golden lines flickering faintly under his skin.

The body is getting hotter and hotter.

It was like being gently caressed by the rising sun. It was a heat that radiated from the inside out. It was not the burning heat of a fever, nor was it simply a rise in body temperature. It was a sign of vitality and energy boiling in the body. Ian could clearly feel that every cell in his body was cheering.

The magic power is also boiling and growing.

"What's happening here!"

Ian was astonished to find that his magic power began to grow again. It was not just a simple growth, it was as if an invisible barrier was broken through without any hindrance.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

The Phoenix's response was completely incomprehensible. The young wizard lifted up the clothes under his robe and found that the golden lines were almost all over his body.

"This is a magic rune!"

Ian, realizing the problem, immediately ran to the Mirror of Erised - in addition to showing what is in one's mind, this magic mirror can also act as a normal mirror, allowing the person looking in the mirror to see his or her entire body.

"Another kind of magic rune that has never been recorded before!" Ian seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and every beat was like the beating of a war drum, stirring every corner of his body.

He took off all the clothes on his upper body, ignored everything else shown in the Mirror of Erised, and focused only on the faint lines on the surface of his body.

These magic runes are like ancient spells, outlined in golden lines and shining with mysterious light. They are not only words but also symbols of power.

It was also the product of the resonance between magic and Ian's soul. However, Ian could not discern the meaning contained in it, but only felt the rhythm of the death runes on it, which was similar to that on the Deathly Hallows.

"What did you pull into my body?"

Ian was very confused about this unknown change that he had no clue about at all. He grabbed the black phoenix that ran to his shoulder and stood on it, and questioned loudly.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

The black phoenix seemed to be responding, but it was no different from saying nothing. Not to mention that Ian had never learned the language of the phoenix, even a phoenix language expert would probably not understand what this thing was saying.

"Are you really a phoenix..."

Ian was speechless.

He quickly looked at the golden lines flashing more and more frequently in the Mirror of Erised. Just when he was about to take out his wand to see if he could peel it off from his body.

"Don't be nervous, kid."

Albus Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded - Ian turned around suddenly, only to find that the voice did not come from the door, but from a wall in the room.

"Kakakaka~"

An unusual noise was heard.

First, a brick in the corner of the room trembled slightly, then it began to rotate clockwise in a slow but steady rhythm. Then, as if receiving some kind of signal, the surrounding bricks began to follow suit, rotating in an intricate but orderly pattern.

As if driven by some ancient and powerful magic, every rotation of the bricks and stones was accompanied by a slight friction sound, and when they were completely twisted open, a dark room hidden behind the wall was revealed.

The darkroom was dimly lit, but extremely clean.

There were some magical artifacts and books that looked very old. In the center of the dark room, a huge stone table stood quietly, engraved with complex runes and patterns, emitting a faint light. A familiar figure slowly stood up - Albus Dumbledore.

That shrewd old principal.

"Why are you here!?"

Ian's eyes widened in surprise.

He was really confused.

Albus Dumbledore, who was supposed to be dealing with the Quirrell incident in the basement, was actually sitting in the dark room with another guy who looked older.

And they had obviously been sitting there for a long time. There were a lot of tea sets on the stone table, and the runes on it were a means of "heating" to keep the black tea at a constant temperature.

In addition, small desserts were also placed on the stone table, and a lot of them were eaten. Presumably, the two old guys witnessed the entire process of Ian's battle with Voldemort from beginning to end.

"To make sure everything is safe, of course."

Albus Dumbledore responded with a smile.

"Is this what you meant by there will be no danger?" Staring at the smiling principal in amazement, Ian finally understood what the 'no danger' on the note meant.

"It was a breathtaking battle. It was beyond my expectation. I wasn't given any chance to help." Albus Dumbledore gave Ian a thumbs up.

The other older guy, Nick Flamel, who Ian had only seen photos of in books, said nothing, his doubtful eyes fixed on the phoenix on Ian's shoulder.

"It has no soul, Dumbledore, this is not a normal phoenix..." Nick Flamel whispered to Albus Dumbledore in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Ah."

Albus Dumbledore's eyes just flickered for a moment, and he patted Nick Flamel's hand. Without changing his expression, he stood up and walked out of the dark room.

"Principal Dumbledore, please help me see what's wrong with me!" Ian was really nervous. His skilled rune stripping technique didn't work at all.

"It's okay, Ian. This is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it is something that many people are eager for." Albus Dumbledore walked in front of Ian.

His expression was a little complicated and his tone was a little sad.

"I bet one million gold galleons that this phoenix is ​​wrong... Why does it look so familiar to me? I must have seen this weird thing somewhere before."

Nick Lemay also came over and wanted to touch the Black Phoenix with his hand, but the Black Phoenix turned its bloodshot eyes towards him, causing him to immediately feel a strong palpitation in his heart.

His ability as a prophet told him that it would be dangerous if he tried to touch it.

"Not a bad thing?"

Ian no longer has the heart to care about his phoenix.

He looked at Albus Dumbledore in confusion.

"Yes, it is actually your future path. Perhaps you will be more familiar with its official name after reading relevant books." Albus Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the Erised sunglasses in front of Ian. His eyes flickered more intensely, and even his eyes were a little moist.
No one knows what the principal saw in the mirror.

"what name?"

Ian asked immediately.

Albus Dumbledore turned around.

The eyes beneath the half-moon frame gradually calmed down.

"It's called the Legendary Certificate, and it means the beginning of a legendary journey." Albus Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded in the room where Voldemort had been killed.

Really loud.

It is also full of complexity and... envy.

"There is an illusory pattern in my mind, but I can't see it clearly. What is that?" Ian was stunned for a moment, and after he came to his senses, he quickly described the changes in his body.

"Only you can know what that is, child. When you can see it clearly, it means you have gained authority. It also means you have truly become a legend."

Albus Dumbledore shook his head.

"Who would have thought that a tiny person would be ahead of you in this regard? Tsk tsk, I think my trip to Hogwarts was not in vain."

“This is a really big deal!”

Nick Lemay's eyes finally fell on Ian.

"Just now I heard you say that wizards are gods?" He watched the little wizard nod, pondered for a moment, and then continued in a hoarse voice.

"Very good. I like your...belief."

The nearly legendary alchemist suddenly asked casually, "May I have the honor of knowing what you saw in the Mirror of Erised?"

Hear the words.

Albus Dumbledore also said to Ian.

"I'm reading, professors. I saw that I was reading a book." Ian answered without hesitation. Albus Dumbledore seemed to be secretly relieved.

"Reading... What book are you reading?"

Nick LeMay seemed unwilling to give up and continued to ask questions.

"It should be called Wukong Biography."

Ian blinked and saw Nick Flamel had a confused expression because he had never heard of the title of the book. He turned and looked at the Mirror of Erised again.

He really did see himself reading.

but.

[I want this day... I want all living beings to understand my intentions]

In the magic mirror.

The only clear handwriting is in the book.

It was reflected in Ian's eyes.

　Thank you Jiuwei for the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)