Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 178: The Collapse of the Past, Bloodline Claims Life

Morgan's words to the witch were shocking.

The expression on the little wizard's face gradually changed.

There was an obvious movement of his throat moving up and down as he swallowed saliva - magic that could kill a legend should have aroused curiosity, especially when that magic was highly similar to the [Avada Plague], it was Ian's job to inquire. However, when Ian heard a familiar name, he didn't dare to ask anything.

Did Medivh kill Morgan?
You went to the wrong set!

This is not the master-disciple tradition in the Naruto world!

What the hell is going on! To be honest, Ian has never regretted showing off so much. He even hopes that he has suffered from "sudden deafness" just now.

"Oh... this... this is so scary." Ian stuttered as he tried to calm himself down, but the horror in his tone was unmistakable.

"You look nervous?"

Morgan the Witch's eyes narrowed into a slit, like a crescent moon, smiling, she waved her hand to dispel the magic that seemed to be out of control due to Ian's emotional fluctuations, and landed in front of Ian again. The ancient dragon flew above the castle, coiled its body and lay on top of the castle.

It stared at Ian on the ground below, cursing and mumbling.

"The main reason is that I was too shocked. I thought you had passed away." Ian quickly found a reasonable excuse for his overreaction. His acting skills should have been much better than they are now, but the incident happened so suddenly that he was now filled with confusion and disbelief.

Maybe Medivh is not his future alias?

otherwise.

He couldn't figure out why he wanted to kill his teacher. Just when the young wizard was feeling uneasy, Morgan suddenly spoke up and coincidentally answered his inner doubts.

"There's nothing wrong with your opinion." Morgan, who was wearing an elegant dress, crossed his arms in front of him and curled his lips. "I'm tired of living and I'm choosing to die."

"You know, when a person lives for too long, he will always want to seek excitement. Although I don't have the same ambition as Merlin, I still want to take a peek at the road ahead of the legend."

"It just so happened that I heard something about the gods. A rumor arose among wizards that the secret of the gods' disappearance was hidden in a large canyon."

She seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

Perhaps this is a kind of "privilege" that legends enjoy after their death. After staying in the hazy fantasy for so many years, Morgan's memory seems to be not blurred at all.

I forgot what I said before, I forgot. I'm afraid they were all bullying the little wizard Chunshan!
Check it out!

Even as the legendary black witch waved her hand, memories from the distant past appeared, and Ian was directly pulled into one of her memories.

Every detail is presented extremely clearly.

This is similar to the memory magic that Ian learned from Dumbledore - in a natural landscape, surrounded by mountains, one after another, like a series of exquisite ink paintings. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, sometimes light and elegant, sometimes heavy and thick, adding a bit of fantasy and mystery to this land.

The sunlight shines through the clouds and onto the mountains, sparkling with golden light, which is beautiful beyond words.

A clear stream gurgles through the valley, the water jumping between rocks, making a pleasant ding-dong sound. The streamside is full of various exotic flowers and plants, colorful and fragrant. Going up the stream, you can see patches of dense forests. The trees are towering into the sky, with lush branches and leaves, providing the valley with abundant oxygen and a cool environment.

The sound of birds singing in the forest and small animals running around create a vibrant ecology.

Although Ian was still a little unfamiliar with the mountains and terrain, he was very familiar with this forest and the news. He had chatted with Ariana in such an environment more than once.

"Godric's Hollow!"

Ian read out the name of this fantasy world in some astonishment. He seemed to vaguely realize why Morgan lived next to the area where Ariana was after his death.

"At that time it was still the Grand Canyon, not called that name." Morgan walked forward, and Ian immediately followed. He also wanted to know the specific reason for Morgan's death.

The two of them walked one after the other through the winding path in the canyon. After walking for most of the day, they bypassed the lush forest and finally came to a remote and quiet place.

Here, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, only the sounds of nature echo softly in your ears.

“Why do you have to walk so much?”

Ian was very puzzled as to why Teacher Morgan did not directly set up the memory node at the destination, but instead took him to exercise his body throughout the canyon.

"Maybe it's because you need to remember the way."

Witch Morgan's response was somewhat puzzling.

She finally stopped in front of a cliff. There was nothing special about the cliff covered with dense vegetation, but she opened her mouth and recited a secret code to the cliff.

"Ask me a question, Lord of Bronze and Fire." She used Old English, not Rune. Ian realized at this moment that Morgan's memory magic was slightly different from Dumbledore's.

The way Dumbledore's memory magic is presented is more like putting the person who is recalling the past into the perspective of a bystander, and Morgan is obviously taking Ian to relive things that happened many years ago.

I saw.

As Morgan's voice fell.

Countless lines began to emerge on the stone walls between the cliffs. They connected with each other to form complex and mysterious patterns, and eventually gradually turned into a pair of sharp eyes.

Ian is still studying the structure of these magic runes.

next moment.

The expression on his face froze again.

"In quantum mechanics, a wave function describes the state of a particle, and when the particle is observed, the wave function instantly 'collapses' to a definite state."

"Please answer me, how and why this process happened." A voice came from the stone wall, and the timbre of this voice could be said to be very gentle.

It felt a bit like Nana Mizuki. Yes, the familiar Nana Mizuki, who asked questions that did not belong to the ancient times in Old English, making Ian subconsciously want to cover his face.

"I must not have woken up yet."

His insides were trembling.

The only bit of luck that remained was almost completely gone at this moment. The stone wall had such familiar eyes, like an eagle, or rather, they belonged to an eagle.

"Ravenclaw's door knocker..."

Ian has realized that he may never be able to clear himself of the charge of betraying his teacher and ancestors. He is now curious about how Morgan will answer this question that no one can answer now.

"I do not know."

Morgan's answer was unexpected.

Her response immediately afterwards made the little wizard feel his mouth twitch.

"But I know that the thing Supreme Sorcerer Medivh loves most in this world is you." Morgan spoke slowly, and no one knew where she found this information.

In short.

After hearing her answer.

The soft sound came again from the flashing cliff wall.

"Although you heard my question wrong, you gave an answer that sounded like the truth. How can this not be correct?" The entire cliff shook, revealing a pitch-black cave.

"..."

It felt like a thousand horses were galloping through Ian's heart.

These door locks.

Could it be any more sloppy?
"Is he mentally ill?" Ian almost subconsciously complained in his mind, but then he thought again, it seemed that the damn door knocker was indeed not mentally normal.

"Look, this is so interesting."

Morgan turned his head with a slightly teasing expression and looked at Ian beside him.

"Um...I don't quite understand."

Ian, who was already feeling guilty, chose to play dumb.

Fortunately, Morgan didn't say anything else. He just smiled with a slight pleasure and then took the lead to step into the cave. Of course, the little wizard immediately followed him happily.

It was pitch black inside the cave.

Morgan raised his hand again and waved gently.

Then a soft light illuminated the front.

They walked down the rugged stone steps. Ancient runes were carved on the stone walls on both sides of the steps. The faint light flashed and seemed to tell stories from ancient times. "Hmm?"

Ian found himself unable to identify what the murals depicted.

"Can not remember."

Morgan's all-purpose reason was somewhat nonchalant.

No one could tell whether she really couldn't remember or was deliberately hiding something. The more familiar one became with this legendary witch, the harder it became to tell which part of her words were credible.

Just keep moving forward.

A huge bronze door appeared before them.

The stone gate is carved with intricate patterns.

Same vagueness.

Only the eight shining large characters on both sides of the bronze gate once again stimulated the little wizard's nerves.

【Saving the world and eliminating disasters】

【Arbitrary for eternity】

If it was written in Old English or some other language, Ian could still convince himself that it was someone else's work, but the bad thing was that it was in shiny Chinese.

The simplified one.

"..."

Ian felt his face getting hot. The good news was that he had met a shameless man who amazed him. The bad news was that this shameless man was probably himself with improved skin.

"Are you nervous again?"

Morgan didn't look back.

But she seemed to know the little wizard's current condition very well.

"No! How could I be nervous? I don't even know what's going on here!" The young wizard answered subconsciously, but the slightly loud answer seemed to make things even more obvious.

"Oh?"

Morgan dragged out the syllables in a teasing tone. She stood in front of the huge bronze gate and continuously read out letters one after another from the countless intricate patterns on the gate.

Medivh (Medivh).

She pieced the letters together to form a name that seemed to answer the eight-character description on the bronze door, and then a sound like an earth-shaking sound was heard in the underground cave.

"Boom~"

The bronze gate is opening.

Ian focused his eyes and tried to look inside.

however.

The overwhelming green directly filled his vision, covering him and Morgan's figures - Morgan did not react at all, and continued to let the green light engulf her and Ian.

After the green light engulfed everything, the surrounding environment began to change.

"Whoo~"

A loud snoring sound appeared in their ears. It was the snoring of the giant dragon perched on the castle. Ian and Morgan returned to the open space in front of the castle.

“That’s how I ended up here.”

Morgan spread his hands and spoke of his own death in a brisk tone.

"You are so calm in the face of death."

Ian patted his chest. He was indeed a little frightened just now. He was very familiar with the light of the Killing Curse. The light emerging from the bronze gate was definitely the Killing Curse.

It does have a very similar feeling to his [Avada Plague].

but.

There is also a power hidden in it that Ian couldn't figure out - Morgan's memory was so clear that it made Ian feel as if he was really there.

"I don't have any descendants or bloodline inheritance, so why should I be panicking? The ones who should be panicking are the ones who find that place later." Morgan shrugged and smiled.

His increasingly brisk words made the little wizard's pupils shrink slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Ian blinked in disbelief.

"That's what you think."

Morgan also blinked her big "Karena" eyes.

"Blood hunting... this is too cruel." Ian pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly again. He felt that maybe there was a reason why some people thought that he was a dark wizard.

"That's obviously a trap. The target they want to hunt will definitely not be a legend like me." Morgan's words make sense. Even a top legend can be killed in seconds.

visible.

The magic inside the bronze gate.

It was unlikely that this was designed to target Morgan. The only thing that puzzled Ian was why his future self would continue to set up such a trap now that he already knew about it.

Is there really something rebellious in me?

Do you really have a heart that longs to betray your teacher and destroy your ancestors?
"So, the reason why the gods disappeared is not inside that gate?" Ian tried his best to calm his mind, forcing himself not to let his imagination run wild so as not to reveal his true colors.

He was really nervous. He even gave up the idea of ​​taking out the remnants of weapons and equipment that he was going to ask Morgan to help study.

"You saw it too. I died very quickly. How could I know any secrets?" Morgan smiled brightly again, his nonchalant expression was very obvious.

"Um, aren't you a little bit unwilling?"

The young wizard was obviously trying to test the extent of his teacher's resentment. Seeing his performance, Morgan's smile became more intense, and his eyes narrowed into crescent shapes again.

“Although I didn’t find the answer I was looking for… However, at the moment of death, I did solve another question that had puzzled me for almost my entire life.”

Morgan's voice was filled with emotion.

She looked at the bewildered Ian again.

It was as if he suddenly changed the subject and brought up something irrelevant.

"Little guy, you know, even if it is the same magic, when different wizards cast it, the difference is not just in power, but the bigger difference lies in the imprint."

"Or you could call it personal style. A powerful wizard can not only identify the user through magic, but also identify where the user learned the magic through the traces in the magic."

"This is why family background and inheritance can still be seen by people after thousands of years or even longer." Morgan first gave Ian some scientific explanation in a meaningful tone.

immediately.

The little wizard's expression froze again.

"Okay, enough of the nonsense, it's time to let me see the mirror you found." She suddenly clapped her hands and took the initiative to change the subject.

"Goo~"

Ian swallowed.

He looked at Morgan with a complicated look - the little wizard once again felt the bad taste from his teacher, as well as the kind of horror that made one's scalp tingle when thinking about it.

At first.

The first magic Morgan taught him was the Killing Curse.

Now looking back.

Is it really just because ancient wizards always had to use the Unforgivable Curses when traveling?

(End of this chapter)