Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 179: 178: The Authority of Raven
There may be coincidences in this world, but when it comes to this witch in front of him who loves to play tricks on others, Ian feels that it can't be a coincidence.

of course.

Since the witch Morgan took the initiative to change the subject, Ian, who was feeling guilty, must have been more than happy to do so. He quickly followed Morgan's words and took out his purse and the Mirror of Erised.

This magic mirror has been here for a long time, and he has almost never taken it out - perhaps many people would indulge in it and waste their time in front of it, become obsessed with what they see, and even be driven crazy, but all this is only because people don't know whether everything in the mirror is possible.

Ian is different.

Perhaps it was the confidence given by the system, or perhaps he was born "arrogant", he had no confusion or trouble about the future, and firmly believed that whether any goal could be achieved depended solely on whether he wanted to do it.

Have this mentality.

The Mirror of Erised certainly wouldn't have much appeal to him.

"Teacher, your mirror has now been returned to its original owner." The little wizard gently placed the mirror in front of him. The surface of the mirror was as smooth as a mirror, but it seemed to contain endless depth.

The traces of alchemy shining in it seem to be able to penetrate the human soul.

"I didn't expect you could actually find it... or you knew you could find it." Morgan first glanced at Ian, then walked to the Mirror of Erised and stared at the mirror.

No one knows what she saw.

The young wizard only noticed that the legendary black witch had a rather intense smile on her face.

"Reflecting the deepest expectations in people's hearts is sometimes a different kind of cruelty." She suddenly spoke in a calm tone and sighed.

"The creator must have a dark heart." Ian also deeply agreed with this. After all, both Harry and Dumbledore were tortured by this magic mirror in the original timeline but could not get rid of it.

It feels a bit like a magic sea eagle.

"Do you know who made this magic mirror?" Morgan smiled but did not say anything. She just asked softly, her hand gently stroking the surface of the magic mirror as if she was recalling something.

This magic mirror is taller than Hagrid.

At the bottom of the mirror, two lifelike claw-shaped feet support the entire mirror, making the mirror more stable while also adding a bit of mystery and majesty.

"Eris?"

The young wizard blinked and read the question randomly.

This kind of non-textbook history stuff can sometimes be like math.

I don’t know if I don’t know.

In fact, perhaps even the knowledgeable Dumbledore knew very little about it. He just took it out from a warehouse somewhere in Hogwarts that Ian had never found.

Generation after generation of Hogwarts teachers often brought back interesting things from their travels, and even the story of how the Mirror of Erised came to Hogwarts is probably little known.

"My foolish apprentice, the way you interpret the name of the Mirror of Erised is really hilarious." Morgan burst into laughter immediately after hearing Ian's answer.

"The word Eris is just describing its function to the user. Why haven't you tried reading the word Eris backwards?"

"The mirror always shows the opposite shape, doesn't it?" Morgan just gave a brief reminder, and Ian, who was not stupid, immediately looked embarrassed as if he realized something.

"Mirror of Desire?"

Perhaps this is the true name of the Mirror of Erised. The word "Erised" engraved on the Mirror of Erised turned upside down and it becomes the word "Desire".

It signifies desire.

Just as this magic mirror can present the magic that your heart desires.

"Yes, that's it, the Mirror of Desire." Morgan whispered softly, raising his hand to stroke the mirror again, his tone full of emotion and some ambiguous feeling.

“Perhaps it really has a special kind of magic. Even though I sneer at the scenes it presents, it does carry a secret that I have longed to know the answer to all my life.”

A rare look of sadness appeared on the beautiful face of the legendary black witch.

"Will I be lucky enough to know this secret?"

Ian asked tentatively.

however

Morgan just glanced at him.

"No."

Her answer was crisp and direct.

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond.

"Well, it's your privacy after all, and I'm not the kind of person without boundaries." Ian could only respond with a wry smile and expressed his inner guess.

"Anyway, I think you should have already answered your doubts. After all, you said it doesn't matter whether you can get it back or not. Obviously, it is not that important to you anymore."

There was a reason why Ian had such an opinion. Not only because of Morgan's previous attitude towards the Mirror of Erised, but also because Morgan had once let the vicious and beautiful senior sister steal the magic mirror.

If it weren't for the obsession.

Morgan is unlikely to leave it alone.

"Of course, the answer has always been in my eyes... clearly visible." Morgan turned her head and looked at Ian again. The figure of the little wizard was reflected in her bright eyes.

"Forehead……"

Ian feels that his teacher is more pretentious than he is, which seems reasonable.

"I remember you said that there are other ways to use it?" Ian didn't like seeing other people showing off, so he immediately chose to change the subject.

to be frank,
In fact, he was still curious about what kind of images Morgan could see in the magic mirror, but he also knew that he would not get any substantive answer to such a private question.

"How do you think it will be used?" Morgan threw the question back to Ian without giving a direct answer. It was unclear whether he wanted to train Ian's ability to think independently.

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world... I think it can locate the entire planet and present any object or life that the user wants to find?" Ian immediately combined his own guesses with his previous understanding of the magic mirror and gave the most likely answer.

"Yes, not quite."

Morgan raised his slender fingers and slid them lightly in the air. The letters on the Mirror of Erised began to change, and the order of arrangement changed in an instant.

Erised becomes Eraser.

"Eraser?"

Ian read it out in surprise. This is a word that is easy to understand, but it is a bit confusing to figure out another function of the magic mirror from this word.

To be honest, if this magic mirror was not difficult to study without being disassembled, Ian would have disassembled the mirror a long time ago. However, because it was Morgan's mirror, he never dared to do so.

After all, no one can tell what kind of alchemical technology is involved. If it is taken apart like a drone and cannot be put back together... then not only will it be fun, he will also feel embarrassed.

"Yes. What exactly it can erase and what changes it will make to the mirror are your new alchemy lessons." Morgan's smiling words put a lot of pressure on the little wizard.

Even without thinking about it, it is probably a very difficult thing to find. If it can be done easily, Morgan would definitely not call it homework.

This is not.

Morgan's next words confirmed this.

"It's missing a small part. You need to find the missing part and then make it yourself. I recommend that you learn more about the alchemical process in Egypt."

Although this statement may seem like a hint, it is not easy to expand the means of alchemy.

"Do you need me to take it back?" Ian was not trying to avoid his homework. He was just a little surprised that Morgan didn't want to keep something he had been thinking about for a long time.

This is what is so hard to understand about bad women.

“Do I look like I need to look in the mirror every day and ask who is the most beautiful person in the fantasy world?” Morgan sneered and stared at the little wizard as he put the Mirror of Erised back into his purse.

Ian was seen putting the purse back into his robe.

"Of course there will be times when I need it, but not now. After all, it will belong to me in the end." Morgan spoke again with some inconsistency.

This made the little wizard emphasize helplessly.

It fully demonstrated her erratic character. "Maybe I should go see Ariana..." Ian sensed the remaining time he had and thought it was time to escape the clutches of this difficult teacher.

"Your legs are on your own body. You don't have to ask me carefully where you want to go." Morgan rolled his eyes and waved at Ian as if to drive away a mosquito.

"If you leave without asking, I'm not sure whether the legs will continue to grow on my body..." Ian knew Morgan's temper well, and he waved goodbye to Morgan while muttering in his heart.

He stepped onto the stone road that wound around the gloomy castle, and walked along the stone steps towards the town where Ariana was. The shadow of the castle was gradually left behind, and the scene in front of him began to change quietly.

Just as the little wizard's figure gradually disappeared, as if he had completely merged into the gloomy forest, Morgan turned around and walked towards the castle, and the ancient dragon who was sleeping soundly on the castle opened his eyes.

"Ms. Morgan... you didn't seem to take out the thing hidden in the mirror." The ancient dragon's voice was cautious, with a bit of uncontrollable curiosity. It was obviously pretending to sleep just now, and for such an ancient dragon, the true vision of seeing through magic is its factory standard.

"I just want to complete a closed loop. Fooling others can only be called happiness, but fooling yourself is called joy... Have a good sleep."

Morgan looked up at the dragon that was as big as a mountain range.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

But the ancient dragon still trembled a few times. There were imperceptible lines surging on the ancient dragon's body, as if it was outlining something on its body surface.

"Well, I really shouldn't meddle in other people's business. Curiosity always kills the dragon." After saying that, the ancient dragon lay down again and muttered something in a strange tone.

"I really don't know what's going on. I feel so sleepy now and just want to sleep. I'm already a dead dragon, but I can still feel irresistible sleepiness."

It looks really, really confused.

"If you feel sleepy, just sleep more. This is your fortune." Morgan didn't seem to feel strange at all. It was as if she had expected that the ancient dragon would encounter such a situation.

"what?"

The ancient dragon stretched out his neck with a look of helplessness, his eyes, which were bigger than cars, were filled with confusion. It was obvious that he couldn't understand why wanting to sleep could be considered a blessing.

"You are such a stupid dragon that you are hopelessly stupid... The fact that you can still die of old age is truly a miracle more mysterious than magic." Morgan's venomous tongue reached a new level when it came to the ancient dragon.

"I didn't die of old age... I vaguely remember that when I was about to die... two old men appeared and poked me in the kidneys..." The ancient dragon seemed to be refuting but his voice was barely audible.

It was obvious that it did not remember the cause of its own death as it had told Ian. After all, for any living being, its own death would definitely be the most unforgettable memory.

“I have to say, you stupid dragon may have nothing but good luck…” Morgan sighed, raised his hand and waved to point at the stone chess pieces that were scattered on the grass after the dragon had played with them.

"Open your eyes and look inside these chess pieces. What on earth did my not-so-sane apprentice create inside them?"

Facing Morgan's words.

The ancient dragon also tried to open his eyes wide.

In its field of vision.

There are indeed some faint things hidden in the chess pieces, but those things are not real. It’s not that its eyes are not good, but that the things in the chess pieces are indeed quite elusive.

"This is a stone statue version of the wizard chess, with an automatic repair function. He also introduced his epoch-making invention into it, which enables the chess pieces to have the ability to play chess with me autonomously."

Unable to make out what was going on, the ancient dragon chose to repeat Ian's words, and even imitated his accent, but this answer made Morgan even more speechless.

"Your head, which is bigger than a house, is full of sponges?"

The legendary black witch's tone was somewhat helpless.

If there is a choice.

She really has a misogyny.

"I...I'm just really sleepy."

The ancient dragon timidly defended himself.

It's hard to imagine such a huge dragon being so timid.

"It's a soul, stupid dragon." Morgan wanted to pull the ancient dragon out of her castle. She was afraid that the stupidity of the ancient dragon would infect her house.

"This is impossible!"

Even though the ancient dragon's brain was almost unable to work, it still widened its sleepy eyes in disbelief after hearing the words, and the sleepiness from before seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment.

"No magic or alchemy can create a soul. This is only for creation..." After it met Morgan's calm gaze, its words stopped abruptly as if someone had grabbed its neck. Horror, shock, and incredible emotions flashed across the dragon's face.

There was no time for the ancient dragon to come to its senses.

Morgan has already entered his own castle.

The witch sat back on her bench, thinking about something.

After a long time.

"If I remember correctly, the power of the raven is plunder..."

She suddenly spoke.

The eyes are shaking.

The soft whispers echoed in the empty castle.

……

The fog gradually dissipated, and the sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappling onto the road ahead. The air began to be filled with a fresh fragrance mixed with soil, flowers and plants.

Ian has now arrived in Ariana's area - the town is surrounded by greenery, with rolling green hills in the distance and well-kept gardens and scattered houses nearby. Each building exudes a quaint and warm atmosphere, and the colorful windows shine beautifully in the sun.

In the town square.

The figures of Pandro and Ariana stood out amid the interweaving of sword shadows.

"Come to practice swordplay?"

After noticing Ian's arrival, Pandro spoke with a smile.

"I am a wizard, and I cannot bear the hardship of a reckless man."

Ian didn't respond with the slightest bit of emotion.

"A wizard also needs swordsmanship. Otherwise, if you lose your magic and wand, how can you defend yourself against the enemy?" Pandro said in a serious tone.

"I still have this."

Ian pulled out a Gatling gun.

living comfortably without anybody's help.

This is something he made with his own hands, and it really emits blue flames.

"?????"

Pandro showed a white question mark face.

"Is this a gun? It's so big."

Ariana's eyes were directly attracted by the big toy that Ian took out. She might not have given up the sword in her hand, but she was quite interested in Ian's big toy.

"Why did you make this kind of thing..." Pandro was not unfamiliar with firearms. He had a lot of friends in the hazy fantasy and had heard of and seen such things before.

"Of course it's for a great adventure, Pandro. I have the largest treasure in Britain waiting to be discovered." Ian was even still thinking about what he had been thinking about.

I never thought...

"Adventure? Treasure?"

Pandro's eyes immediately lit up.

"Take me one!"

He took the initiative to speak.

There was even a hint of request in his tone.

(End of this chapter)