Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 154 153: The Chaos of Becoming a God! The Cause of Chaos!

There is something fishy going on in front of me.

Ian couldn't play this magic version of Landlord [Fighting the Witch King] anymore. He was very curious about how the black-robed skeleton could produce any cards he wanted.

however.

Ian found it difficult to understand the black-robed skeleton's "wishing magic" which was different from normal magic, and he couldn't get the answer he wanted from the black-robed skeleton.

"I... have no brains and don't know." When faced with almost any problem that requires thinking, the black-robed skeleton would just raise his finger bones and point at his empty head with confidence.

"..."

Ian couldn't find any reason to refute the other party. He felt a kind of helplessness and deep frustration similar to that of a normal person facing a mentally ill patient.

"You know how to cheat without any brains! You must have been worse when you were alive!" The little wizard could only vent his anger for the moment with a very indignant look on his face.

However, the black-robed skeleton did not suffer any psychological harm at all.

"I am alive now... If you give me flesh and blood... I will admit that I am very, very, very bad." Not only did it not feel the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, but it seized the opportunity to speak to Ian again.

these days.

Whenever the black-robed skeleton got the chance, he would keep repeating the topic of giving it flesh and blood, however, Ian had already tried the flesh and blood obtained from the house-elves.

It can't stick at all.

Not only could the pork, mutton and beef that had already been slaughtered not be put together to form the black-robed skeleton, even the live poultry that Ian had spent a lot of money and effort to buy in Hogsmeade village could not be used as flesh and blood for the black-robed skeleton - he even went against his conscience a little bit to learn some black magic involving flesh and blood for this.

It was thanks to the relevant magic records in the book "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed", otherwise if Ian went to the library to read it, who knows whether Albus Dumbledore would suspect that he was doing something unhealthy.

"Haven't we tried it? I almost found a few living people for you, but you just look at your own skeleton. The magic that can give you flesh and blood has no effect on you at all!" Ian was also very annoyed by the black-robed skeleton, so he made many attempts to give it flesh and blood.

However, all these attempts ultimately failed due to the "magic-proof" nature of the black robe skeleton's skeleton, so Ian felt that even if he found a few living people to transplant flesh and blood, the result would definitely be the same.

"Magic... isn't..." The black-robed skeleton's language system might have been damaged, and it still felt a little bumpy after coming to the human world for so many days.

"As I said before, if you think about it carefully, I can build you a Hextech brain, a Hextech skin, and other matching metal organs."

"Flesh and blood are weak, but machines can ascend. Iron-clad." Ian took a look at the messy card table. As soon as he glanced over, the Dementors immediately understood what he meant and started cleaning.

It has changed from an unruly monster at the beginning to one whose intelligence and emotional quotient are comparable to that of a ten-year-old child after being trained by Ian. I think after some more training, it will be able to go out to work and earn money.

"Flesh and blood... loved..."

The black-robed skeleton was not moved at all by Ian's repeated proposals. It seemed to be very attached to the flesh and blood it had lost. After it ran out of cards, it began to mutter in Ian's ear again.

Ian ignored it.

He walked straight to the corner of the room - a carefully fired ceramic flower pot had been placed there for a long time. It was a self-reliant product that he made with his own hands and painted and colored.

It was because the profiteers in Hogsmeade sold the flower pots too expensively that Ian had to make the ceramics himself. The outer wall of the flower pot is also decorated with simple line patterns, which allows people to appreciate the design beauty of the flower pot itself while appreciating the plants. They are the magic patterns drawn by Ian on the flower pots.

The effect is also very simple.

These magic words provide the necessary conditions for the growth of plants, so that the plants can achieve the effect of photosynthesis without having to move them outside to get sunlight.

The things that can be planted in it are naturally not crops like parsnips, but the mysterious seeds that Ian had obtained from the tower in the misty fantasy world before.

"Grow it out quickly, and I'll give you some magic potion to drink."

When Ian was in the tower before, he had a very strong premonition that this seed, which was thrown into the hazy illusion along with the tower and still had vitality after who knows how many years, was definitely not an ordinary plant. He really felt from the bottom of his heart that the seed would give him a surprise after it grew up.

Anyway.

The seeds in the tower must have something to say.

Because even though Ian had read through many books on magical plants in the Hogwarts library and even consulted Professor Pomona Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, the answers he got were all that there was no plant seed that could retain its vitality for centuries after being separated from its growth conditions.

The vitality of this seed is something that no one can explain. Not only has it been stored in a high tower for a long time, but the environment it is in is also a hazy and dreamy world of the dead.

In such a situation, it has not withered and died, and still maintains its emerald green vitality. It is very reasonable for Ian to expect it to grow into a world tree.

of course.

He was also prepared for the fact that this plant was difficult to grow. After all, it had been buried in the soil for quite some time, but the seeds still showed no sign of growing.

"As long as you don't ask me to plant for ten or eight years, I will wait for you." Ian is a typical person who forgets his old love after finding a new one. He whispered to the flower pot while watering it. It's not that he is bored staying alone, but he believes in the metaphysics of "emotional value".

You know, even some alchemical creations can be used for a longer time after being "loved" by their owners, let alone a magical plant? Ian had seen his good roommate William scold the copying pen before, and then the next day William's copying pen happened to break.

This may not be scientific, nor is it troublesome, but it is metaphysical enough... It won't hurt to believe in it a little. After Ian mentioned this theory, William praised all his things that day. Until now, there has been no news of any damage to William's weird props.

"What are you doing?"

After Ian finished watering the plants and adding his own ecological fertilizer, he turned around and saw a black-robed skeleton beating a Dementor. The Dementor could only run away in grievance, not daring to refute.

"No... other entertainment... I... am bored." The black-robed skeleton responded to Ian while continuing to chase the Dementor. The Dementor had been beaten so hard that it was howling and begging for mercy.

Ian felt like he was feeding a cat and a dog.

He wanted to stop the fight.

But he was also afraid that the black-robed skeleton would hit him, so he could only let the Dementors down a little. In fact, the black-robed skeleton just wanted to catch the Dementors, tear open their mouths and stick his head in to look around. The Dementors were beaten because they didn't want to. It can only be said that this might be the only way to become the king of Dementors.

"When God gives a Dementor a great responsibility, he must first make him work hard physically and mentally... You are going through a trial, my friend." Ian didn't know whether he had comforted the Dementor.

Anyway, the sound of the Dementors' screaming has become much quieter.

……

the next day.

Newt Scamander, his wife and sister-in-law left the school, and Ian didn't know whether they had reached a consensus with Nick Flamel about the time turner.

Since they didn't meet again, Ian couldn't continue to promote his psychic skills, but he didn't care because he hadn't even used the Grindelwald's bank key.

The top priority now is to continue studying. Without the disturbances of Voldemort and Quirrell, the campus is quite harmonious, and there are not many young wizards discussing Quirrell on campus.

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that not many people know Quirrell.

The days still go by one by one.

With many things to do and research, Ian's life after school and after meals was also very fulfilling. The second-generation warmth product [Life-saving Hand Warmer] that he took the time to promote was also a complete success, and finally defeated the Gryffindor twins' product for the first time in the market of the Hogwarts campus.

After all, there was a big gap in alchemical attainments between the two sides. Once Ian found the right market direction, his advantages became apparent. This finally made Ravenclaw proud.

of course.

The most proud person was Ian. After he completely occupied the market share of Hogwarts with an overwhelming advantage, he even advertised himself in the hall.

"Professional Hogwarts maps to prevent getting lost, winter special cold potions, Hogsmeade snacks purchasing service, and we also accept all kinds of customized alchemical toys that you want!"

"As for the scope of private customization, all you need to know is that you sell first and settle the bill later. If you are satisfied, you can pay for it upon delivery. There is nothing I can't make, only things you can't think of!" Ian did the publicity when the professors were away, so he spoke in a very tough and loud voice.

The main thing is arrogance.

With the extraordinary talent of [Super Alchemy], Ian is fully capable of manufacturing at low cost things that others have to manufacture at high cost. He will definitely not encounter any rivals even if he opens a store in Diagon Alley.

"What if it's something that school rules don't allow us to have?"

A little wizard was eager to try and ask for advice.

"I will sell things that are allowed by the school rules, and I will naturally sell things that are not allowed by the school rules... for a little extra money. You have to know that school rules are dead, but people are alive!"

"We can always find ways to circumvent school rules! Believe me! I've been professionally circumventing school rules for a whole year!" He naturally answered the questioner in a low voice.

Ian was also afraid of being caught by his rivals, the twin brothers. To be honest, selling these things was secondary to making money for Ian, he mainly wanted to help his classmates.

of course.

By the way, Ian promoted the idea of ​​practicing his alchemy proficiency. The higher the level of these abilities, the more attempts are needed. It is too serious to say that he is stealing the alchemy ideas of his classmates. Ian feels that his behavior is at most a crowdfunding learning upgrade.

Anyway, the little wizards are very happy.

Ian was happy too.

Everyone wins, and Ian still wins twice.

After the publicity, Ian received many orders from his classmates, both in big and small grades. Even the Gryffindor twin brothers asked him to customize a very difficult prank toy.

Ian accepted everyone who came.

He was not afraid that his twin brothers would learn the skills from him.

Only Slytherin House, which had some "misunderstandings" with Ian, did not place many orders. Of course, they did not dare to report Ian's "illegal activities" to the professors.

Seeing that students from other colleges had some new and interesting toys for entertainment from time to time, the students of Slytherin College could not sit still and found the real profiteer of Hogwarts.

Aurora also took the opportunity to sell many "founder relics" at high prices and low configurations. The Slytherin students who got new things might never have dreamed that their creativity and ideas would also pass through Aurora's hands and become another part of the nutrients for Ian's learning and improvement of [Alchemy].

Yes.

Otherwise, why do people say that Aurora is the real profiteer? The speed at which she learns the ways of cunning is quite amazing. From an ignorant girl at the beginning, she has transformed into a genuine second-hand dealer.

Ian also deserves some credit for this. After all, it was Ian who instigated her to take the order from Slytherin College, and also commissioned Miss Daphne Greengrass, the leader of the [Alliance Against Prince], to cooperate with her. Daphne Greengrass was really willing to work hard for a few gold galleons that she had never even looked at before.

Ian could feel it.

Miss Daphne Greengrass not only "respected" his authority, but also lived a miserable and poor life. During the Christmas holidays, she and her best friend even resold cakes from the elf kitchen.

The eldest daughter of the pure-blood family was so wronged that even Ian couldn't stand it anymore, so he successfully instigated the leader of the [Anti-Prince Alliance] to rebel with two gold Galleons.

Ian was very happy with his comfortable life, and this happy life continued until another confusing day. After class, Ian went to Nick Flamel to ask some questions related to alchemy.

In addition to absorbing the amazing creativity of the young wizards, Ian also learns from the old professor's alchemy experience, so his proficiency in [Ancient Alchemy] increases very quickly.

Nick Flamel's research speed on the Tower Runes also exceeded Ian's imagination. In just a few days, Nick Flamel was able to use the Tower Runes system to construct some small works.

"Compared to runes, this kind of magic requires less magic power, but the learning threshold is much higher. I think this is also the reason why it was eliminated in history."

Nick Lemay even made a judgment on the Tower Rune.

"Just like the modern alchemy system replaced the ancient alchemy system dominated by runes?" Ian felt that such a historical problem might have happened more than once in history.

"Yes, that's right. And just like the limitations of modern alchemy compared to ancient alchemy, this magic rune can also achieve effects that runes cannot in some aspects." Nick Flamel did not demonstrate anything. He was doing his alchemy work while communicating with Ian.

Refine Ian's black sand into the Sands of Time.

This master alchemist was extremely serious and focused when performing any alchemical operation. He wore a robe inlaid with strange symbols and held a silver scepter engraved with a totem of the flow of time. Various mysterious documents and ancient books were scattered around him. It was obvious that this was the first time or he had not performed such an alchemical operation for a long time.

"What kind of effect? ​​The use of time?" Ian looked at the black sand placed in a container. Some kind of solution was constantly rolling and tempering it.

"That's one aspect of it. Time and space can be better controlled with the ancient magic runes you unearthed. But where it can really play a greater role is in being able to carry divine grace." Nick Flamel mixed a rare solvent with pure water and moon essence.

Its color is as bright as the Milky Way.

He slowly poured it into a container carved from dark yellow crystal. Just like a chemical experiment, the solution in the container carved from dark yellow crystal suddenly changed dramatically.

"Divine grace?"

Ian blinked curiously. He knew that there were gods in the world he lived in, but he didn't know much about those civilizations that had frequent contact with gods.

It's not just him. In fact, most modern wizards know very little about that era. The most detailed records of wizard history can only be traced back to the time of King Arthur and Merlin.

As for the era before King Arthur and Merlin, most of the records are just a few scattered ancient books, which are as difficult to study as the Xia Dynasty in the ancient East, which is even older than the Shang Dynasty.

"Although we know very little about gods and spirits, and we are already in an era when gods are not active, it is true that gods exist in this world."

"From the god of death that most people know today, to Apollo, the sun god that our divination professor's ancestors served, and Odin and the Norse gods in Norse mythology."

"Some say that wizards are descendants of gods, while others say that gods bestowed powers on human wizards. Regardless of which of these claims are right or wrong, there is one thing that we wizards all agree on, and that is that there is too much evidence in history to prove that the Age of Gods did exist."

Nick Flamel shook the container in his hand and talked.

"Are they just more powerful wizards?" Ian's opinion is different from most people's. He really believes in the traditional view that wizards are gods.

After all, many facts he had encountered proved this to him.

"You have a very standard alchemist's thinking, which is good. It will eventually lead you to the direction of glory." Nick Flamel looked at Ian with great approval.

obviously.

He also agrees with this view.

"Whether or not these gods were once wizards like you and me, in essence, they are just beings that are more powerful than us wizards now. At least that's the case in the minds of us alchemists. The power they control only involves the rules that govern the operation of the world."

"Even the God of Death has a story that he was the first person to die in the world, so he was chosen by the rules and became the God of Death we all know."

Nick Flamel said as he observed the quenching efficiency of the black sand.

"The grace of God is very powerful, and the power of God is also very powerful, but the real creator once told others that it is also magic, just more ridiculous than normal magic."

He has mentioned to Ian more than once about the real creator revered by alchemists. Ian is really curious whether this real creator can sing a rap that sounds like God crying and ghosts howling.

“Perhaps the True Creator is right.”

Ian now likes to mention that he doesn’t even know what the real creator looks like. I guess no one knows what the real creator looks like. After all, many of the real creator’s views also resonate with him emotionally.

According to Nick Flamel, the true creator was a powerful and immature ancient wizard. Ian felt that if this ancient wizard were alive today, he would definitely become his close friend.

"Yeah, maybe this is the truth, and it's also the reason why the legendary road has been cut off." Nick Flamel sighed, making Ian curious about what this had to do with the legendary road.

he asked immediately.

Nick Flamel had no intention of hiding anything.

He took a deep look at the little wizard in front of him who had embarked on the road to legend in the Dharma Ending Age.

"Pure-blood dragons are almost impossible to kill, and their gradual extinction, as well as the disappearance of other ways to step into legends, all started with our ancestor Merlin and a few people as daring as him. They wanted to set foot in areas they shouldn't have peeped into and found the way."

"Although it was not successful in the end, it caused panic among some higher-level beings. That's why you see the four giants of Hogwarts become the final legends."

"The golden apple was cut down, and the feudal dynasty of one man came to an end. Even the dragons gradually became unable to produce pure-blooded offspring, and were forced to continue their bloodline in other creatures."

"Behind everything... it's obviously impossible to say that there is nothing fishy." Nick LeMay did not explain it clearly, but his meaning was clear enough.

The master alchemist was clearly saying that it was all about God.

Ian thought thoughtfully.

He didn't know how much evidence there was to support Nicolas Flamel's statement, but he knew that the extinction of the golden apple tree should not have much to do with God.

after all.

Teacher Morgan personally admitted that she committed the crime.

"Is the golden apple also related to the legendary road?" Ian felt that Teacher Morgan must have hidden something from him. Perhaps his ability to ascend to the legendary road was directly related to the fact that he had eaten the golden apple.

"The golden apple can be used to perform a ritual, and it is the main core of that ritual." Nico Flamel has obviously collected a lot of information about the Legendary Road over the past six hundred years.

Also normal.

After all, he, like Albus Dumbledore, was constrained by the times and could not reach the level of a legendary alchemist. Naturally, he would have some obsessions and demands in this regard.

Only Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to care much about legends. Thinking of this, Ian couldn't help but look at the corner. He was worried that Albus Dumbledore, who had been missing for a long time, was hiding there.

Perhaps in order to minimize the impact on the timeline, Ian, like other professors, has not seen the headmaster of Hogwarts for many days.

God knows he has researched the "art of clones" to the point where he has several clones... Albus Dumbledore wants people to be unable to find him, and almost no one can break his Disillusionment Spell.

"Is it possible to establish a feudal dynasty?" It was the first time that Ian heard of this way of embarking on the road to legend, which made him think of some long-forgotten memories of his past life.

Faced with this problem of the little wizard.

Nick Flamel did not answer directly.

"Why do you think all civilizations, Muggles, and us, all believe in God?" He just explained to Ian the end point of this legendary road from the side.

Perhaps this view also originates from the attempts in Merlin's time.

"I learned something new today." When Ian saw Nick Flamel was about to start a dangerous experiment, he immediately packed up his things and prepared to leave the office.

Last time, he ran away too late and was splashed with black sand from the explosion, and then he had to be a baby for three hours. As the saying goes, every failure makes you wiser, and he must avoid risks in advance.

This is not.

Nick Flamel chanted the ancient spell softly, and as the spell echoed, the solvent in the container began to ripple, as if resonating with the pulsation deep in the universe.

He began to try the final stage of refining the Sand of Time. This master alchemist might know the formula, but the specific process and proportions still needed to be summarized through repeated practice.

As the spell and ritual were completed, the most dangerous step was about to begin.

"By the way, professor." When Ian ran to the office door, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the paintings hanging on the wall next to the door.

They don't move, but the pictures are brightly colored, with strong contrast, and full of visual impact.

"Can you lend me these Van Gogh paintings for study?" Yes, Ian only recently learned that Nick Flamel had bought many paintings from Van Gogh himself at low prices.

All I can say is that Nick LeMay really understands what speculation is.

People who live long are more likely to find bargains.

"You're not going to sell them to me, are you? Although I have quite a few at home, they are unique pieces. I was thinking of taking these paintings into my... No, no, you can take them away." Nick Flamel paused the work in his hands, and he changed his words immediately as if he suddenly thought of something.

"I'm just borrowing it."

Ian felt that Nick Flamel had a deep misunderstanding of him.

"Really just borrowing it?"

Nick Flamel looked suspicious.

He had seen with his own eyes Ian one night, carrying the strange black phoenix, and running to ask him if what he had said before about buying the phoenix for five million gold galleons was true.

Would such a money-hungry person let go of the opportunity to make a fortune?

"You have to have some confidence in my copying skills." Ian said confidently, and his words made Nick Flamel stunned for a while before he figured out what he meant.

Good guy!
This little thing is actually thinking about going to the Muggle world to sell fake paintings!

I still overestimated the other party's moral integrity!
"you……"

Nick Flamel's throat shook twice, and finally he just waved his hand numbly, watching Ian happily take away two paintings by Van Gogh.

"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"

After Ian left.

Nick Flamel turned out the refined black sand, and after completely removing the remaining solution on the surface, he poured it into the container where he had cast the ritual magic.

Then a violent reaction began to occur.

The solution and black sand in the container began to change dramatically. They merged and transformed, and finally condensed into grains of time sand that shone with golden and silver light. Each grain of sand seemed to be given life, and began to dance and interweave in the liquid, forming a series of illusions about the past, present and future.

"It's done! I'm done!"

Nick Lemay was also dancing with joy. He regretted not forcing Ian to stay, otherwise there would definitely be someone to share this joy and sense of accomplishment with him.

"I just turned into a baby for a few hours... I also changed and got beaten by him, but he was so scared." Nick Flamel looked at the super-large Marauder's Map hanging in his office.

The little wizard had quickly slipped back to the Room of Requirement in just a few minutes - how to put it, in fact, Nick Flamel obviously misunderstood the real reason why Ian ran so fast.

He thought Ian was afraid of being affected.

however.

This is just a relatively small factor. The biggest reason why Ian hurried back to the Room of Requirement was that today was a confusing night that belonged to him alone.

"I can finally hand the magic mirror to Teacher Morgan, and I can also ask Teacher Morgan about my doubts." Ian was eager to enjoy the Dementor's foot rubbing service.

He then quickly got into the bed he had already prepared in the room.

The soft blanket seemed to swallow up all the fatigue and wrapped him gently. As his consciousness gradually blurred, Ian did see the teacher Morgan he had been thinking about.

however!
"Damn it! Why am I dreaming tonight!"

Ian found himself hanging on a cross. Candle oil was dripping from the sky like raindrops, exploding into pieces of bright red plum blossoms on his body.

Teacher Morgan, who had been muttering every day, was standing in front of him. Morgan, who was wearing a witch costume, was holding a whip in her hand. The barbs on the whip made Ian tremble with fear.

"Wake up!"

Fortunately, Ian has learned dream control.

He suddenly woke up from the soft big bed before the whip fell, returning to reality from his dream. The familiar environment around him made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's going on? Why didn't I enter the misty illusion?" Ian rubbed his eyes, very confused. He recalculated the time and made sure that he didn't remember the date wrong.

Just as he put his hand down.

"Ok?"

The mark of the contract on his wrist from the black-robed skeleton was flickering in and out like breathing. At this moment, Ian seemed to immediately understand the reason why something strange was happening.

"I rely on!"

He immediately jumped up from the big bed and rushed towards the black-robed skeleton who didn't need to sleep or eat, and would force the Dementors to play cards with him all night long if he grabbed them.

"What the hell is going on with that damn contract of yours! Give me back my right of passage!" Ian directly pounced on the black-robed skeleton who was much taller than him, rode on the confused black-robed skeleton and grabbed the black-robed skeleton's neck.

"You must have been blacklisted for sneaking in!"

Ian shook the black-robed skeleton's empty head frantically.

Its soul fire was running wildly in its head.

"Gonna die, gonna die."

It surprised me that.

This skeleton can actually make panicked screams.

(End of this chapter)