Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 183 182: A fierce battle with Dumbledore...!
in the corridor.

The flames on the torches flickered slightly.

Outside the window, it was drizzling, and the raindrops kept hitting the glass, making a soft and rhythmic sound. The sound of rain formed a sharp contrast with the tranquility in the corridor.

Ian turned his head when he heard this.

He then saw a boy who was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The boy was wearing a well-fitting Hogwarts school uniform. His robe was neat and crisp. His handsome face was slightly childish, and his confident and calm posture carried an extremely rare spirited look.

Although the man's face lacked the wrinkles of time and had a thick beard and messy hair, Ian still recognized him from his delicate and distinctive facial features.

"Albus Dumbledore." He had personally witnessed the youth of the old headmaster and Grindelwald in the old headmaster's memory, so he was able to be so sure of the identity of the person in front of him at this moment.

It's only a few years away from adulthood.

The change in appearance was naturally not very obvious - of course, if there was any difference, it was that Ian felt a unique temperament in this younger version of the old principal.

It's not just the calm demeanor of a genius.

There is also a feeling of... looking down on others.

There was an invincible and irresistible sense of oppression in the polite and gentle smile, which was the kind of indescribable spirit that the over 100-year-old principal might no longer have.

At this moment.

The young wizard finally understood clearly why his old headmaster had been so popular back then that even the Dark Lord Grindelwald was attracted to become his little fan.

"Unfortunately, my ancestral home is not in Chengdu, so I can't be fascinated by it." Ian's eyes fell on Albus Dumbledore's hand. The still quite smooth little hand was holding a magic wand.

One black one.

Very different from the Elder Wand.

It has a kind of profound meaning like the wands commonly used by "dark wizards".

"I knew it."

The young wizard felt that he had seen actual proof that the White Devil existed. He had also studied wand making in depth, so he had a good understanding of the relevant knowledge about wands.

"You look like you want to challenge me? I don't know what you want to do by sneaking into Hogwarts, little brat." The heroic Albus Dumbledore kept staring at Ian.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a slightly surprised expression, his deep blue eyes full of interest. Perhaps the principal, who was not yet old, had not seen anyone who wanted to challenge him for a long time.

"My brain occlumency is so powerful, how can you see what I'm thinking?" Ian was also a little surprised. Such a thought did pop up in his mind at that moment just now.

The old principal couldn't defeat him himself.

What about the younger version?

I didn't expect that the other party would see through this idea as soon as it came to my mind.

"I am quite disgusted with the magic of Legilimency, or should I say I hate it quite a lot, so I can see your thoughts only because I am observing your eyes."

The young Albus Dumbledore spoke softly. He didn't seem to be curious about why Ian, wearing a Ravenclaw robe, sneaked in. He raised his wand and scratched his chin as if he was very relaxed.

"Green eyes are rare... but it's even rarer that I can observe your eyes so clearly... even professors rarely look me in the eye for such a long time." The young Albus Dumbledore had soft and slightly messy reddish-brown hair, with the unruly and energetic nature of a teenager.

His now tidy hair fell gently in front of his forehead, slightly obscuring his clear eyes that were full of interest.

"I thought I would only hear such arrogant words from another old man. Now, maybe I understand who he is imitating the way he speaks."

Ian gripped his wand tightly, looking eager to try.

"So, is that okay?"

He seemed to be issuing an invitation, as well as opening a challenge. Facing the increasingly bright gaze of the young wizard, the young Albus Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly.

"A duel always requires some stakes, doesn't it?" He still had that relaxed and cheerful attitude, his eyes fell on Ian's elderberry wand.

"If I win, you tell me the purpose of your infiltration into Hogwarts. Perhaps I can once again win the school's special contribution award by destroying some evil organization that uses child witches to carry out criminal plans." Young Albus Dumbledore spoke softly, with a gentle tone, but that kind of strong self-confidence was overwhelming.

"What if I win?"

The young wizard even suspected that the young Albus Dumbledore had never thought about this question.

"Oh?"

This is not.

Ian asked.

Young Albus Dumbledore just chuckled. "Then you can ask me to run around Hogwarts naked."

His slightly teasing tone really made it seem like he had never even thought of this possibility.

"I understand this to mean that you will agree to do anything for me. I guess that should be no problem?" Ian's eyes shook slightly.

"Of course it can be understood that way!" Young Albus Dumbledore answered without thinking. He was obviously not as cautious as he would be nearly a hundred years later.

"it is good!"

Ian was thrilled.

"Let's go to the Room of Requirement."

He made a proposal.

after all.

If the duel took place in this corridor, God knows how much damage would be done to the Hogwarts buildings. Ian regarded Hogwarts as his brother, and he didn't want to do anything to harm his brother.

"You still know the Room of Requirement?"

When young Albus Dumbledore heard Ian's suggestion, he was obviously stunned. This was one of the school secrets that many Hogwarts students and even professors were not aware of.

He came into contact with that room by chance.

"I'm not an intruder. I'm a real Hogwarts student. Of course, I'm different from what you imagine." Ian noticed the increasingly curious gaze of the young Albus Dumbledore.

"If you want to know the truth, you have to defeat me." After the little wizard said this, he couldn't wait to turn into a white mist and rushed to the floor where the Room of Requirement was located.

It’s no wonder he’s so impatient.

If you want to blame someone, blame him for rarely encountering opponents of equal strength.

This also meant that Ian rarely had a clear analysis of his own strength. Perhaps he could use the battle with the young Albus Dumbledore to find his own shortcomings and weaknesses.

"Dumbledore race, it seems that I, Prince, have won..." Ian was originally quite proud of his own display of magic, but when he arrived at the eighth floor, he found that the young Albus Dumbledore was already standing in front of the Room of Requirement. He was stunned and swallowed back the proud words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Create your own magic?"

Young Albus Dumbledore was somewhat curious when he saw Ian, who had just grown up.

"How come you run so fast?"

The little wizard was quite depressed.

Clearly, when he set off, young Albus Dumbledore was still there.

"It seems that you don't know as much about Hogwarts as you think you do." The young Albus Dumbledore laughed and did not directly answer Ian's question.

He may have liked being a riddler since he was young. The reason why he could live to be over a hundred years old without being beaten to death was probably all due to his strength that no wizard dared to challenge.

"Smile a little more now, or you won't be able to laugh later." Ian was also confident of winning. He was not a gentleman, nor was he the kind of person who would just lose without regrets.

Because of this, the Patronus Charm will be Ian's ultimate trump card.

Don't talk about whether it's insidious or not.

The limit of magic might be only level nine, nine grades, but this is not the limit of wizards. The young wizard has always believed that he has a little more tricks than the ninth grade wizards - this is something that anyone who knows him can predict. It's a pity that the young Albus Dumbledore now obviously knows nothing about Ian.

"Confidence is a good thing, but... kid, excessive confidence may destroy you." The young Albus Dumbledore didn't know what he was going to face.

He was talking nonsense to the little wizard in a relaxed manner, and the two of them stepped into the reset Room of Requirement. As they thought, the Room of Requirement seemed to be given life and quickly transformed into a vast arena with towering stone walls all around and an empty battle area in the center.

It was covered with soft fine sand to reduce the impact during a duel. Of course, this was meaningless to wizards, but at least it did look like a duel.

"Are you ready?"

The two men stood at both ends of the arena, with the perfect distance between them.

They each raised their wands, with the tips of their wands gently pointing to the ground, as if paying tribute to this ancient magical land. This was also an essential preparation before the duel began.

"You must bow before a duel."

Young Albus Dumbledore reminded Ian with a smile.

He took the lead in demonstrating.

however.

When he raised his head, his expression was slightly stunned.

"Why is the way you hold the wand so strange..." Young Albus Dumbledore found that Ian had his hands spread out, as if he was holding the wand between his fingers.

He had never seen anyone reach for a wand so... pretentiously.

"Sorry, when you mentioned bowing, I subconsciously thought of an old friend." Although Ian said this, he did not change his wand holding gesture.

"To be honest, I usually don't duel with kids of your age." Young Albus Dumbledore nodded, but he didn't hear anything strange in Ian's words.

He just stared at Ian with a deep and dark gaze.

"However, you are obviously an exception... Although you look no more than a first-year student or at most a second-year student, I sense an aura in you that makes my heart palpitate."

"That's worth my curiosity." As he spoke, the young Albus Dumbledore and Ian completed the duel ceremony together, and then he raised his wand almost at the same time as Ian.

"Expelliarmus."

The two cast spells at the same time. However, the young Albus Dumbledore ignored the young wizard opposite him and the wand he raised to point at him.

He pointed his wand to the left, where there was no one, only a piece of gravel. The red light of the disarming spell surged in the air.

It seemed as if it collided with some force.

It was indeed a collision of two spells.

The red light is surging.

The other magic spell that seemed to be hidden in the air also revealed its color. The red lights collided with each other, sparking dazzling sparks, as if two meteors collided violently in the air.

There was a strong magical fluctuation in the air, even the surrounding air was shaking, and the fine sand on the ground was trembling gently, as if even the earth was shaking because of this magical duel.

"You are so insidious."

Young Albus Dumbledore stared at Ian, who had just revealed himself, with a smile on his face. Ian, who was ignored by him, also turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared at the same time.

"Hiss, this is the first time that someone has seen through my trick." Ian maintained his magic output, and the light of his disarming spell began to press towards the young Albus Dumbledore.

The current headmaster.

Obviously, the magic power has not yet reached the limit of the human world.

At this point.

The little wizard has a huge advantage.

but.

Young Albus Dumbledore was not nervous about this. Seeing Ian's disarming spell coming towards him, he just swung his arm suddenly and directed the magic to hit somewhere else.

"Boom!"

A large area of ​​spectator stands were affected and exploded suddenly. Fortunately, there were no spectators there, otherwise the spectators and the stone stands would have turned into rubble and debris all over the sky.

"If you treat me like the mortals you meet, I think you will lose very miserably." The young Albus Dumbledore cast the spell very quickly.

Almost immediately after directing Ian's magic elsewhere, he cast another magic. A raging red flame shot up into the sky while he cast the spell silently, pressing towards Ian like a huge wave.

"The Fiery Sun Journey!"

Ian was no less capable than the other. Although he was a bit insidious, when the fight really started, perhaps he had some pride in his heart, so he chose to confront the young Albus Dumbledore head-on using the same type of magic.

I saw.

The flames intertwined and collided in the air, making a deafening roar and crackling sound, as if two angry natural forces were fighting against each other.

They danced and bloomed in the air, like a grand fireworks display. The heat waves were so strong that even the air seemed to be ignited, becoming hot and distorted.

The stone walls surrounding the arena appeared particularly hard and cold under the reflection of the flames.

"What a magnificent magic power... It makes me tremble. Even I don't have the magic power that you have been blessed with, so... please answer me seriously."

The two flames tore and devoured each other, and gradually showed signs of victory or defeat. However, after Albus Dumbledore's flame was washed away and swallowed.

The voice of this outstanding young man did not change at all. He actually walked out of the sea of ​​fire started by Ian unscathed, holding a magic wand, as if he was strolling in the garden.

His eyes were flickering.

In the firelight it looked like a small boat.

Seemingly shaky.

But still resisting the invasion of flames with determination.

"My apprentice, no, let me think about it, maybe I should call you my apprentice from the future. Are you an Obscure who has successfully escaped fate?"

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

When asking this question.

Young Albus Dumbledore's expression became noticeably more serious.

Those eyes stared at the young wizard with an extremely serious look. How should I put it? It was no wonder that he had such a misunderstanding. After all, as a wizard whose magical power had grown beyond that of an ordinary person since childhood, it was certainly difficult for the young Albus Dumbledore to believe that a normal young wizard could have much more magical power than Ian at his age.

Fight Ian.

Feeling the terrifying magic on Ian.

Young Albus Dumbledore clearly sensed the gap between the lake and the sea. However, he didn't care about it, and he didn't even care about the traces of Ian's magic.

At this moment.

He only cared about whether Ian's abnormal magic power was as he guessed.

It was a ray of hope...a glimmer of hope that he could see.

(End of this chapter)