Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 175 174: Fairy Tale Reappears, Shocking Strokes
Just as Ian fell asleep.

In the room across the corridor.

As we all know, Lyrium, who is from the Ollivander family and has a rather mature charm, is still studying at his desk. His three roommates have fallen asleep early after a day of travel.

The Fallen Witch Falls in Love with Me

This is the niche entertainment book that Lirium has been reading ever since Ian and he met.

The blond boy finally saw the end today.

"The witch could not save her own fate, nor could she redeem her lover. Just like the ending of countless tragic stories, she was destined to spend the last journey of her life in loneliness."

"May the ravens of Soul Land wipe away all her sorrow and pain when they guide her through this legend." Lyrium had already turned the storybook in his hand to the last page.

but.

However, after finishing reading, he did not close the book, but gently stroked the pages with a sense of reluctance.

"Why does it have to end here?"

Lyrium whispered softly.

Just as it seemed to him.

The story is still not over.

Still going on.

The sky outside the house was dark, with stars twinkling in the night. As if expecting something, Lyrium suddenly raised his hand and opened the window of the house in the severe winter cold.

A biting cold wind blew in.

With a little one flying with the wind.

It was a nightingale.

It looks quite ordinary, with dull brown feathers, a few white spots on its chest, large round eyes and a short, pointed beak.

"It's so cold outside! Close the window!"

After entering the house.

The nightingale perched on a branch near the desk.

It actually speaks human words.

The voice is soft and waxy.

I don't know if she is a witch with advanced Animagus skills.

"Thank you."

Lyrium closed the window that was freezing cold and raised his hand. A deep blue color emerged from his fingertips, and it was like a gem with a dazzling golden thread in its luster.

"The guy you asked me to keep an eye on had too sharp senses. He slapped me and sent me thousands of meters away..." Nightingale complained with lingering fear while absorbing the magic power from Lyrium's fingertips with her mouth.

"He is a legend after all."

Lirium wasn't surprised either.

He just wanted to see if the man was still in Hogsmeade.

"I don't care. For such a dangerous mission, you have to give me more Soul Palace points." Nightingale absorbed the magic power, and the color of his body suddenly looked brighter.

It was bargaining with the blond boy.

"This is not something I can decide. The person you should pester is Cinderella. She has the authority to give you extra points." Lyrium responded in a helpless voice.

"I don't believe it. Sister Cinderella said you are the boss."

The nightingale has a cute head and a cute brain.

The tone of voice is very social.

"You all think too highly of me. In fact, I am just like you and the legend in the next village. We are just the continuation of failure after the story ends."

"I can't be the savior you desire, and I'm destined to never become the... god you expect." Lyrium sighed, but there was no sadness or regret on his face.

"Impossible! You are..."

Nightingale had not yet finished speaking.

He was interrupted by Lirium raising his hand.

He might be a little concerned about the thirteen Albus Dumbledores now in Hogwarts.

"How about this, if you do me another small favor, I'll give you some extra points that belong to me." Lyrium said with a smile, his voice sounding a bit cunning.

"What's the deal?"

Nightingale suddenly became alert.

"It's very simple. There is a little wizard next door. He slept more soundly than a pig tonight. Get me ten strands of his hair. I want to see if I can make a magic wand out of it."

Lirium never forgets his original intention.

Always remember that you are a descendant of the Ollivander family.

"make a deal!"

Nightingale heard this.

I agreed almost without thinking.

of course.

Its vigilance has not been completely removed. After all, if it is cheated too many times, even a naive person will become more cautious.

"Surely no one will slap me this time, right?"

This nightingale seems to have a psychological trauma.

"of course not."

Lyrium answered in the affirmative.

The nightingale disappeared peacefully on the spot.

After a while.

"You liar! That little guy was not sleeping soundly at all. I just bit off six strands of hair and he grabbed me and tried to stuff me into his mouth!"

Nightingale reappeared in the room.

The feathers are messy.

With a cry.

"This is just a conditioned reflex of a body. He has not yet fully entered the ranks of legends, so the threat of the body is not that great. Look, you are back intact."

Lirium took the six strands of hair that Nightingale brought back.

"What? I was asked to mess with another legend!?"

The nightingale's voice was filled with a hint of fear.

"Where can legends come from in the Dharma Ending Age?"

It clearly has a limited vision.

But I still know a lot of common sense.

"There are always exceptions."

Lyrium used his magic power to calm the nightingale in front of him. He felt the nightingale's emotions and thought it would be better not to reveal more frightening information.

after all.

The poor girl has always been timid.

……

Volume warning.

The little wizard did not have any perception in the subjective sense.

He fell into a very deep sleep indeed.

One second, or less.

In just a moment, Ian fell from the human world into a hazy world, crossed the boundary between life and death, and came to a hazy world full of green trees and vitality.

The sky here is no different from the human world, both are as clear and pure as the ocean, as if they can wash away all the dust in the world and make people feel relaxed and happy. The sun shines through the blue sky, casting a warm and soft glow, covering the earth with a golden coat.

The clouds float leisurely on this blue background. They are either as white as snow or as light as gauze. They are interwoven on the sky, adding a bit of vividness and vitality to this tranquil sky.

"A new map?"

Ian looked at the seemingly normal, but actually very unfamiliar environment around him. He had experienced similar things countless times in the past, so he was used to such scenes.

The only thing that surprised the young wizard was that the "cooling-off period" ended so quickly, just in time for the first day of his second year at Hogwarts.

“It’s always a good thing to be back.”

Although he has never been able to go to a place he is familiar with, being able to return to the misty fantasy is also of great significance to Ian. Even if he gets "lost" again this time, he can always find his way back to the castle and the town next time. The next time he comes, he will turn around and look back, and he will still meet familiar people and see familiar things. This is enough.

"What I'm curious about now is what area this is and why I came here." After a brief adaptation, Ian also took his legs.

Along the quiet path.

He walked away into the distance without looking back.

There is a winding path in the densely wooded jungle.

At the end of the road is a high mountain.

There is no people.

"Forget about the Smurfs, we can't even find a Gargamel in this mountain!"

No wonder the little wizard complained.

He climbed over the mountains.

And what about the other side of the mountain?
But it is still a mountain.

This is not a joke, but a fact... Serious mountains are connected to mountains. Facing the endless mountains, Ian finally couldn't bear it anymore, took out his magic cloak and took off on the spot.

This decision was quite correct.

Or maybe it was because the little wizard was still thinking about finding people in the jungle and mountains, so he took out the magic cloak too late. He should have given up his fantasy about the forest and mountains and chose to fly.

"If I walk on my own two feet, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of these mountains even after three days and three nights." Ian didn't know how many not-so-grand mountains he had flown over.

He only knew that he had pushed the accelerator to the limit, flying beyond the unit of "Mach" for several hours, and then he saw different colors and environments. What caught his eyes were endless golden wheat waves, crisscrossing field paths, and tall water wheels.

It was obvious that there were people, no, souls living there. Walking a little further, Ian saw a peaceful city, with a somewhat classical architectural style that seemed to tell of its age.

The outline of the city gradually became clear in front of Ian. The stone walls were tall and solid, as if they could withstand the wind and rain of any era. On both sides of the city gate stood two majestic towers with flags flying on them. Although the colors were slightly mottled, one could still feel the past glory and honor from them.

"Someone!"

"A wizard?"

"Oh my god! He's actually a rare wizard!"

……

The guards at the city gate were almost fully armed. They held spears and had sharp eyes. When they saw Ian appear in the sky, they were a little afraid but did not look particularly surprised.

"A country located in a misty fantasy world, where wizards exist?" It was the first time that Ian saw a "thriving" city in a misty fantasy world.

Looking down from the sky.

There are quite a few residents in the city, with various types of houses lined up in rows, thatched, stone, wooden... There are also many bakeries, mills, blacksmith shops, and tailor shops.

"Dear young wizard, are you here for the bounty issued by our beloved king?" The guards approached Ian and asked cautiously as soon as he landed. "Of course, I am here for this reason." Ian didn't know what the bounty was, but since he was here, he had to see what the situation was in this mysterious realm.

"Please come in! Let us take you to the palace in a special welcoming carriage!" The guards did not have any doubts. After all, in their eyes, Ian was a majestic wizard who had descended from the sky.

You can tell at first glance that he has real talent.

The immature appearance might be a reflection of advanced witchcraft.

"no problem."

Ian's response was straightforward. Even though his wand was hidden in his sleeve and he was a little alert, he showed no signs of any mental activity on the surface.

"This way!"

The guard took Ian into the city, but did not set foot in the downtown area. Instead, he took Ian to a carriage at the edge of the city. The carriage, which looked quite impressive, drove all the way into the city. The wheels of the carriage made a slight clattering sound on the cobblestone road, forming a wonderful harmony with the surrounding noise.

Outside the car window, lively and vivid scenes unfolded like a painting.

On both sides of the street, vendors set up all kinds of stalls, from fresh fruits and vegetables to exquisite handicrafts. They shouted loudly, attracting the attention of passers-by. Children shuttled and played among the crowd, and occasionally heard silver bell-like laughter, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to the city.

In the distance, towering buildings came into view. The spire of the church soared into the clouds, gleaming golden light in the sun. This church, which Ian could hardly distinguish, looked even more magnificent than the palace.

There is a dazzling golden wheel on it.

I don't know what religious sect it is a symbol of.

The carriage continued to move forward.

It slowly stopped in front of the magnificent palace, which was a palace built of huge stones, majestic, solemn and gorgeous. In front of the palace gate, two waiters dressed in gorgeous clothes had been waiting for a long time. They seemed to have been notified in advance. When they saw the carriage stop, they immediately stepped forward and opened the door for Ian in a decent manner.

"Dear guest, welcome to come from afar and respond to the king's request." The waiters' voices were gentle and respectful, as if they were honored by Ian's arrival.

He wanted to ask the other party how welcome they were, but Ian thought that was a bit too naughty. He was now acting like a mysterious wizard.

"I can't wait to take your reward."

Ian finally chose a more appropriate and confident answer. As expected, the waiter immediately welcomed him into the palace happily.

In the square in front of the palace, fountains are gushing and flower beds are blooming. Everything seems so harmonious and beautiful.

Led by the waiter, Ian passed through the palace gate and stepped into the interior of the palace. The decoration here was luxurious and magnificent, and every piece of art revealed the craftsman's exquisite skills and pursuit of beauty.

Artistic bacteria have already evolved to the level of aesthetic sense of artistic cells.

“It’s like being in a fairy tale.”

Ian was moved in his heart.

Enter the main hall.

In the palace hall, the king and queen were waiting for Ian's arrival. They sat on the high throne, wearing gorgeous royal robes and dazzling crowns, looking extraordinary and noble.

"Is this the wizard who came with the strong wind and the roar of the sky?" The king's eyes were earnest. He and his people obviously did not understand what a sonic boom was.

“It’s a good title.”

Ian was very satisfied with the other party's compliment.

"Honorable Mr. Wizard, welcome to my kingdom." The king's voice was deep and powerful, full of majesty and sincerity. He even took the initiative to walk down and hug Ian.

"I'm here for the reward."

Ian still remembers what the gatekeeper said.

"Of course, of course..."

The king was not angry.

He just spoke slowly with a heavy voice.

"To be honest, my queen and I have been married for many years, and we finally had a daughter when we were old. However, the evil witch prevented us from enjoying this joy for too long."

"Perhaps it's because I didn't invite the evil witch to the kingdom princess's banquet. She is a black witch, different from the other twelve witches in my kingdom."

"I didn't invite her because I was worried that she might fight with other witches. I never thought that she would hold a grudge against us for placing a terrible curse on our daughter."

"That was a threat of death... Fortunately, a kind witch helped us slightly change the content of the curse, so that our daughter still has a glimmer of hope of survival."

"From death to sleep... Seven years, seven whole years, she has not been able to wake up." The king was explaining the situation and information like an NPC.

"?????"

The young wizard was simply surprised at first, realizing that these people didn't even know that he was dead. He didn't even start to consider whether he should reveal this fact directly.

The king continued.

The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and the more familiar it sounded. Twelve good witches plus a black witch, and a princess who fell into a deep sleep due to a curse?

Isn’t this the story of Sleeping Beauty?
"You want to wake up your daughter, right?" Ian realized what he was going through, and he immediately understood why the king issued the reward.

"Yes."

The king nodded.

Her queen also spoke with a sad look on her face at this time.

"Time is passing, we are getting older and closer to death, but our daughter is still alive, and we want to see her start a new life again."

The queen sobbed quietly with an earnest tone.

"no problem!"

Ian is also quite knowledgeable about curses. Even if he can't break the curse of Sleeping Beauty by his own strength, he will surely find a dozen princes by searching other areas of the misty fantasy.

The little wizard still remembers how the sleeping person woke up.

"By the way, where is that black witch? Does she live nearby? I'll go see if I can capture her and study her. Of course, it would be best if you could also give me the addresses of the other twelve witches."

Ian didn't know why the people in this country still thought they were still alive. He could only guess that the somewhat abnormal situation he was seeing now must be related to the wizard.

"Witch's residence?"

The king looked hesitant.

"It's all for the sake of saving your daughter, Your Majesty. Don't worry, leave it to me. There will definitely not be any hidden dangers." Ian said eagerly.

"..."

The more the king listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

"You...are you also a dark wizard?"

He looked at her tentatively with a strange look.

"?????"

The little wizard felt that the king was indeed a little too cautious. He was such an upright and helpful person, so how could he tell that he had the dark wizard's chicken feet?
"I am a sage in the forest, a philosopher in the valley, a hermit in the foggy city, and an apostle of light who is irreconcilable with dark wizards. Why does the king want to slander my innocence like this?"

Ian pretended to be displeased and spoke slowly, imitating Grindelwald's tone of voice, so there was naturally an aggressiveness in his tone.

"This……"

Again the king hesitated.

The queen also hesitated.

They hesitated for a long time.

Ian then realized to his bewilderment that the king and queen were actually stuck.

"What the hell?"

Ian felt that some mysterious power from his daily life had invaded him. He raised his hand in surprise and waved it in front of the king and queen, who seemed to be suspended in time.

"No! I'm still waiting for you to take me to see Sleeping Beauty! Is the battery out or something?" The little wizard had no idea what was going on.

Just when he was about to roll up his sleeves and try to "restart" the past and the queen.

"You have a strong sense of immersion in a past that has already been 'dead'?" A slightly sneering voice suddenly sounded, and it appeared behind Ian out of the blue.

The voice is very familiar.

The feeling of a chill down the spine and tingling scalp is something I haven't felt for a long time.

"Morgan...teacher."

The little wizard's smile began to become stiff and he turned back with a stiff neck.

The questions he had expected came one after another.

"The messenger of light who is irreconcilable with the dark wizards, is this how you pronounce a dark witch when you see her?" Although Morgan's tone is still full of sneer and ridicule as always.

But the little wizard's hair was already standing on end.

"Of course I'm not talking about you! In my heart, you have never been a black witch. Even if you do things that black witches do, you must have your reasons!"

Ian immediately entered survival mode.

but.

After some auspicious words.

He still couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"This...this...after my vicious senior sister, are you also involved in other stories in the past?" The little wizard asked cautiously and very tactfully.

He just wondered if Sleeping Beauty was made to fall asleep by Morgan.

"Use your little pig brain. If your teacher takes action, how can anyone else have the chance to sleep?" Witch Morgan rolled her eyes in disdain.

"..."

Ian wanted to say.

The reason why I had such doubts was because I saw the entire country of Sleeping Beauty in this hazy fantasy, and the act of directly taking over someone else's entire country was also very much in the style of the legendary black witch.

I don’t know if Witch Morgan guessed what Ian was thinking, she sighed softly and took Ian out of the hall in this stagnant “out of control” situation.

"Aren't you curious about why you are here?"

She spoke softly.

"Please enlighten me, teacher."

The little wizard was humble.

“Because there.”

The witch pointed to the magnificent church in the distance.

then.

He pointed to the sun in the sky.

"You stupid little pig, I thought I knew you well enough, but I never expected that you could do something so outrageous and ridiculous."

Morgan's words made Ian feel a little confused.

"Does the golden wheel on the church represent the sun in the sky?" He began to think and guess in his mind, and some indeed bizarre ideas emerged.

"Could it be..."

Ian's eyes almost popped out.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Morgan sighed softly.

"You asked Ariana to ask me why you couldn't enter the Twilight Realm. I want to ask you the same question now... How dare you snatch a god from the hands of the God of Death?"

The witch's whisper.

In this country where time has stopped...it's like a bolt from the blue.

(End of this chapter)