Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 184 183: The Scheming Principal, the Real Devil

The sea of ​​fire is surging.

The air was filled with the smell of scorching and burning.

The entire duel field seemed to have been engulfed by fierce flames. However, even so, the young Albus Dumbledore was still unharmed and kept approaching Ian.

No matter how Ian controlled the flames to dance, when they approached this handsome young man, they seemed to encounter some kind of interference and deviated uncontrollably to other places.

"Are you an Silent One who has successfully escaped his fate?" As if afraid that Ian couldn't hear clearly in the loud noise, young Albus Dumbledore asked again.

The sound, as always, carries a certain fiery feeling.

"I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. My magic is natural and I have never been an Obscure." Ian was somewhat surprised by what the young Albus Dumbledore said.

of course.

It was the first sentence that seemed to have seen through his origins. Although the information was slightly wrong, it was obvious that the young Albus Dumbledore had already known that he did not belong to this time.

"Is this so..."

Ian's response was heard.

The young Albus Dumbledore's eyes dimmed immediately. However, he still kept his pace and approached Ian who was not far away.

No matter how fierce the fire is.

He still moves around freely.

"What traces did you see in my magic?" Ian thought of what Mr. Morgan had said before. At this moment, he did not dare to continue to address the young Albus Dumbledore as "you". After all, this encounter today might still remain in the mind of the older version of Albus Dumbledore in the future.

Of course, based on what Ian had learned about the rules of time, it was also possible that the old principal had always remembered it. If you think about it this way, it would be a little terrifying.

"Yes, Trace, it seems that you have a deep understanding of magic. It is hard to imagine that I would meet someone younger than you who is as amazing as you when I was my age."

"Perhaps this can also give me some motivation." In the blazing flames, the figure of the young Albus Dumbledore was particularly eye-catching.

He was still closing in on Ian.

This is obviously not without reason.

Sensing some kind of crisis, Ian immediately waved his wand again.

"Resist the Ring of Fire!"

As a wizard, of course he needed to have some means to prevent others from getting close to him. As Ian's magic power surged, a circle of flames suddenly rose up with Ian as the center.

It was like a ring surrounding Ian, and under Ian's control, it began to expand rapidly, surging in all directions with Ian as the center as if to overturn everything around it.

"You have quite a lot of magic you created yourself, but... it's not very meaningful." Facing the fiercely oncoming flame ring, the young Albus Dumbledore still used mysterious magic to maintain the interference with the flames.

but.

This time, at the moment when the flame was bounced back, he suddenly waved his magic wand again, and in an instant, he took over this not-so-powerful flame.

Between the wands of this handsome young man, the flame completed the transformation in the blink of an eye, from a flat flame to a long whip like a chain.

"Huhuhu~"

Dumbledore controlled the chain of fire as if he was commanding an invisible army.

He waved his wand lightly, and the chain drew a graceful arc in the air. With a roar and a hot air wave, it flew towards Ian opposite with great momentum.

"This method seems familiar." Seeing this, Ian's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not retreat. Instead, he quickly raised his wand to prepare for the attack.

However, the speed of the flame chain was beyond imagination, and it instantly wrapped around Ian's body, trapping him tightly. The flame was strong, as if it wanted to devour everything, but surprisingly, it did not hurt Ian's skin, but only burned his clothes, making a "hissing" sound.

Ian's clothes quickly began to turn black.

Keep falling off.

The little wizard's wand fell directly to the ground.

"Hiss, my clothes are almost gone, it seems you are a pedophile?" He could only scream at the top of his lungs. It's true, the effect of his scream was more immediate than magic.

"Yammaide!"

Perhaps these three words could not actually make the ex-husband willingly leave the house like what happened on the sweet potato, but they could definitely bring the fire chain controlled by the young Albus Dumbledore to an abrupt end.

Although the chains and flames still did not disappear, they immediately stopped burning the little wizard's robes. The young Albus Dumbledore even raised his hand to repair the burned area on Ian.

"..."

The expression on his face was as speechless as it could be.

"I won."

The young version of Albus Dumbledore said in a low voice after sighing.

"Really? I don't believe it."

The little wizard who was "tied up" like a dumpling seemed to be still stubborn. He squeezed his tightly bound hands hard, and the fallen elderberry wand flew from the ground into his hands.

The surging magic power began to surge.

only.

This time, young Albus Dumbledore chose to turn a blind eye.

"If you let me get here, I win." He directly inserted his magic wand into the ground. The next moment, the ground began to shake violently, as if touched by an invisible force.

"what?"

The bound little wizard finally showed a trace of panic on his face. As magic words rose from the ground, he began to melt into a pool of mud visibly.

In this regard.

Young Albus Dumbledore did not feel surprised. It was as if he had known that Ian, who had fought with him, was still not as calm and composed as his original self.

It is clear.

There was a reason why young Albus Dumbledore pretended not to see through it.

I saw that along the path that Dumbledore had walked before, pieces of mysterious runes began to emerge from the ground. These runes shone with a deep luster, like the brightest stars in the night sky, and like magic symbols recorded in ancient documents. They were arranged in a staggered manner, forming a complex and mysterious pattern.

Radiating powerful magical fluctuations.

Young Albus Dumbledore turned and looked at an inconspicuous corner.

There.

The gravel on the ground was surging.

"Just like what I said about you just now, you are really insidious and cunning." He watched a figure with messy hair crawling out from the gravel.

"I'm hiding eighteen meters underground, and you can still find me!?" Ian was very depressed. He shook off the gravel on his body, but did not take his wand from his waist.

"Your Transfiguration can give magical powers to inanimate objects. This is a talent that makes people jealous." The young Albus Dumbledore also put away his wand at this time.

His tone was sincere and indeed contained a hint of envy.

"It's no use. You found me out."

Ian sighed helplessly.

"Compared to my eyes, I trust my intuition more. I have to say, you are really excellent and I am amazed. It's a pity that your control of magic power is far less delicate than mine."

"Of course, it's not your fault. You've obviously not been exposed to magic for a long time. I can also imagine that it must be almost impossible to find an opponent just based on your magical power." The young Albus Dumbledore spoke with emotion at first, and then his eyes turned to the substitute that had turned into mud.

"The only thing I can't understand is why you developed such a fighting style when you already have the magic power to look down on the world. This is really a question that bothers me."

Young Albus Dumbledore's expression became a little strange.

"It's never wrong to be cautious. As a native Englishman, you probably don't understand that people like me would be cautious enough before we have the ability to fight the world on our own." Ian's soul does not belong to this land, so the ideas he believes in are obviously difficult for most people in this land to understand.

Young Albus Dumbledore just chuckled after hearing this.

"Then you are obviously not as cautious as you should be." His eyes were filled with deep meaning, and there was a sense of danger that made Ian's scalp numb.

"Hehe, we see the truth but don't say it out loud. We are still good brothers." Ian's expression was quite embarrassed. To be honest, this was the first time that his true form was discovered by someone since he adopted this fighting style.

"Are you admitting defeat?"

Young Albus Dumbledore smiled and spoke.

"of course not."

The young wizard answered without thinking.

"Oh?"

This was obviously beyond the expectations of young Albus Dumbledore.

"Are there any trump cards?"

He looked at Ian with great curiosity.

"It's just the forbidden magic area. I'm very familiar with this." Ian looked around at the magic runes on the ground. He felt a little sad that he was not the only one who liked to think about this kind of thing.

The reason why his "stand-in" collapsed and why he crawled out from underground in such a mess was all because this field created by some kind of ritual blocked the effect of magic.

If not.

He should have looked very handsome when he came out from the ground...

"My magic power is difficult to use, and the same goes for you. Let's round it up a little bit, and now the competition will be truly fair." Ian adjusted his hairstyle, which would drip sand if he shook it twice.

"It seems that you really understand this kind of ceremony. Well, this makes sense. However, since you know the current situation, I think you should not have forgotten my identity, right?"

Young Albus Dumbledore smiled brightly.

"You have many identities. Which one are you talking about?"

The little wizard was not nervous either.

He watched the young man across from him lift up his robe.

"Of course, it is the identity I am most proud of at this moment... Little boy, let me introduce myself to you. I am Albus Dumbledore... from Gryffindor House."

talking.

This handsome young man unscrupulously drew out a shining sword. It was not the sword of Gryffindor, but from its sharp edge and gorgeous shape, it could be seen that it was made by a master.

The sword is sharp and chilling.

"I said, I win."

Dumbledore gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his arm muscles bulging slightly, revealing his hidden strength.

The sword seemed to have life in his hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if responding to the will of its master. It began to approach Ian's neck rapidly along with the actions of its master.

This is Albus Dumbledore's little-known swordsmanship, and it is also the reason why Albus Dumbledore dared to give up magic. Since he could not defeat Ian in magic, he chose the operation that was most beneficial to himself.

Forbidden magic area.

Few wizards could handle a swordsman with extraordinary skills in such an area.

"Fortunately, I have a plan for this situation."

Most wizards cannot use magic, and they may panic when facing a flying swordsman, but Ian is not one of them. The young wizard directly reached into his purse with an expression of excitement. Just like Albus Dumbledore can pull out a long sword, Ian can also use his purse which contains a lot of trump cards.

Failure to ban all alchemical creations was definitely the biggest mistake made by the young Albus Dumbledore. Of course, this might also be due to the fact that he was in the Room of Requirement.

Albus Dumbledore did not choose to absolutely ban magic.

"My future professor! Times have changed!"

shouted.

Ian took out a homemade Gatling gun. Perhaps magic power could not be input into it, but in manual mode, it still had the structure of a firearm and was able to spit out all the built-in bullets in one minute.

The machine gun was pitch black, emitting a cold metallic luster. The huge gun body formed a sharp contrast with his thin figure, but it did not diminish its deterrent power at all.

"!!!???"

Voila.

The young Albus Dumbledore was intimidated. His sharp steps suddenly stopped, and the sword he raised and swung stopped stiffly in mid-air.

He was perhaps only a few dozen steps away from Ian.

however.

The academy that made him so proud did not seem to give him the courage to continue charging forward - there was no other way, since Albus Dumbledore, who knew a lot about Muggles, was a connoisseur.

"You...what are you doing."

For the first time, the handsome young man showed a look of horror and his voice became stammering.

"Three thousand six hundred revolutions per second, with great compassion and mercy to save the world. My future professor, I'm telling you, in front of this thing, we without magic are what you call... mortals." Ian pressed the trigger, and the Gatling gun began to rotate. The barrel reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight simulated by the Room of Requirement.

"I'm riding a horse!"

The pupils of the young Albus Dumbledore contracted violently. It was probably the first time in his life that he swore. With sweat on his forehead, he immediately made a decisive move and threw the sword in his hand out.

The target was not Ian.

But it was the endless magic runes on the ground.

at the same time.

"Da da da da~"

The blue flame has lit up.

The rotating barrel of the Gatling gun instantly erupted with a deafening roar, like the roar of an angry beast. Countless bullets were fired like a dense barrage.

They cut through the air, leaving behind blazing trails.

"Merlin on top!"

The young Albus Dumbledore was running on the ground with his head in his hands. Fortunately, after he rolled several times, the sword he threw out also cut off the magic rune he had set.

The magic power became active again.

"Armor! Armor! Armor!" Young Albus Dumbledore cast spells frantically, his lips almost peeling.

Those pouring "bullets" were finally blocked by the invisible "shield", giving the young Albus Dumbledore some breathing space.

"Except your weapons!"

He took the opportunity to cast a spell on Ian.

The Gatling gun in Ian's hand was knocked away.

Seeing that the "big killer" was finally solved.

Young Albus Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next moment, he felt dizzy and couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground.

It's not just general weakness.

Even the brain has become so heavy that it can hardly function.

"What's in this..."

He looked down at his body with difficulty, and saw that there were at least a dozen needles inserted into it. Obviously, without the invincibility frame, all his fancy rolling did not have much effect in dodging.

"I boiled too much water of life and death."

The young wizard blinked and gave an honest answer. Of course, he would not kill his future headmaster. The Gatling gun he took out was just a special model made for the possible "Slytherin Rebellion".

Just like what he said before, Ian was really aware of the dangers. But he was just dealing with his classmates, so he certainly wouldn't use real weapons.

They are not guilty of this.

"..." Hearing Ian's answer.

Albus Dumbledore, whose body was constantly swaying, felt extremely frustrated. He knew that the little devil in front of him was very sinister, but he never expected that he could be so sinister.

"I certainly can't teach you these things. It's impossible... absolutely impossible." The young Albus Dumbledore's voice was filled with incredible stubbornness.

"You are not my apprentice! Damn it! How come this water of life and death is so powerful!"

He slowly pulled out all the needles, shook his head a few times, then raised it with difficulty, holding up his eyelids, his eyes fixed on Ian in front of him.

"Yes, you did not accept me as your apprentice, but Professor Grindelwald has always said that I was his apprentice." Ian was still telling the truth, but not the whole truth.

He couldn't betray his good uncle.

"Grindelwald... Grindelwald... This is really... too damn insidious..." The young Albus Dumbledore kept repeating the name.

He tried hard as if he wanted to remember the name firmly.

"So, I win now."

Ian walked up to the half-kneeling young version of Albus Dumbledore and put his wand against the young Albus Dumbledore's forehead.

"Heh, I admit that these dirty tricks of yours... did surprise me. However, as I told you just now, I won when I set up this ritual."

Young Albus Dumbledore shook his head.

The voice looked towards Ian with a slightly guilty look.

In his eyes.

I feel very sleepy.

But it couldn't overshadow the resolute emotion.

"Forehead?"

Ian looked at the magic runes around him that were destroyed by the young Albus Dumbledore himself. He frowned slightly, unable to understand clearly what the young Albus Dumbledore was saying.

"I have performed more than one ritual, little one." Young Albus Dumbledore took the initiative to explain. His hand suddenly reached for his wand and input magic power.

next moment.

The broken runes began to twist and change, and just as the young wizard was trying to distinguish them, the dark runes gathered together and gradually disappeared on the ground.

"This is……"

Ian was a little confused.

He obviously saw something.

only.

It's too late.

"Sigh~"

Dozens of black hands, like devil's claws reaching out from hell, suddenly emerged from the gravel on the ground and quickly and forcefully grabbed Ian's ankles.

Ian's magic was "frozen". He tried to struggle, but those hands were like iron clamps, tightly holding him and making him unable to move.

"dark magic!"

The little wizard exclaimed.

"And it's the darkest magic that can't be any darker!" He really didn't expect that Albus Dumbledore, who was only in the fifth or sixth grade, had already started to come into contact with this kind of dark magic that involved sacrifice.

Yes.

Sacrifice magic.

The extremely evil black magic was actually used by a Hogwarts student. Noseless probably had never been exposed to this kind of magic at this age.

"I'm sorry to make you go through all this... But I think it's worth it, at least for me." Young Albus Dumbledore smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I only know my brother Tom. If he knew about your situation, he would definitely cry to death in the toilet." Ian was a little panicked inside but did not show it on his face.

"Tom? Someone close to my future self?" The young Albus Dumbledore struggled to stand up. He seemed to be still struggling against the effects of the water of life and death.

"Don't worry about Tom, I admit defeat." Ian did have a trump card, but he didn't want to use it in this kind of competition because it would be used up every time.

"I accept your surrender, but... please allow me to apologize to you again." The young Albus Dumbledore resisted the effect of the drug and pulled open Ian's robe.

"Sigh~"

Ian felt a chill in his chest, and now he was really panicking.

Could it be that old Deng was really a bishop when he was young?

"What are you going to do to me?"

The little wizard's eyes widened in horror.

“I want to win twice.”

It felt like the young Albus Dumbledore had stolen Ian's lines, but fortunately he did not do anything strange to Ian. He just started drawing magic runes on Ian's body with his wand.

Because of the water of life and death.

The hands of this handsome young man were shaking and his body was swaying, but he still relied on his willpower to continue drawing magic runes on Ian's body.

"I think there is a reason why you came to this time." The young Albus Dumbledore seemed to be analyzing Ian. He showed Ian his brain that was so wise that it was almost like a demon.

but.

What he displayed was wisdom far beyond Ian's expectations.

"What a rare opportunity! Maybe my future self will want to use you to convey some message, but now I think this is an opportunity I must seize."

"I am deeply sorry to you and to my future self." Although he said these words with regret, the young Albus Dumbledore did not stop his hands.

"What do you mean?"

Ian already had a bad feeling in his heart.

He was always ready to fight back.

"You told me that you are not the Silent One who successfully changed your fate. This makes me disappointed, but it does not make me despair... because in my opinion, you can be exactly what I expect to see."

"All it takes is a little change... and a little help from Dumbledore, who has far more knowledge and ability than me." The young Albus Dumbledore did not stop moving his hands.

He looked up and met Ian's eyes.

"I believe that you must be of extraordinary significance to me... to my future self, so I must take a gamble." Albus Dumbledore's words were firm and serious.

The little wizard felt his scalp tingling after hearing this.

"Is this still the Albus Dumbledore I know!?"

Ian's emotions were really fluctuating.

Of course he understood.

This Albus Dumbledore obviously wanted to turn him into an Obscurial, and then use him and the future Albus Dumbledore to find a solution to the Obscurial problem!

This is really outrageous!

Not only does he want to sacrifice Ian, but he's also plotting against his future self... How crazy does he have to be to come up with such an outrageous, crazy and vicious plan the moment he sees Ian!

White Devil?
Damn the White Devil!

This is the real first generation Dark Demon King!
"I think, really, there is no need for this, we can talk about it." Ian certainly knew why the young Albus Dumbledore was so obsessed with the issue of the Obscurial.

If his memory is correct, at this point in time, his good sister Ariana is not dead yet. As a brother, Albus Dumbledore has always wanted to solve the situation with Ariana.

The young version of the principal, who was troubled by the possibility that Ariana didn't have enough time and his research was still at a loss, obviously regarded him as a "sacrifice" to find hope.

"Some sins... are inevitable for me." The young Albus Dumbledore sighed deeply, with guilt in his eyes but without any sense of struggle.

Seeing more and more magic runes being drawn.

There seems to be some kind of power growing.

Ian knew he couldn't wait any longer.

"Clang~"

A bottle of turbid medicine fell from his sleeve.

It fell and broke into pieces on the ground.

The splashing potion splashed onto those black hands. For a moment, these black hands seemed to lose power, let go of Ian, and drooped to the ground like withered branches.

"Whoosh~"

Ian had just retreated frantically and raised his wand, but Albus Dumbledore, with a serious face, had already waved his wand, dispelling the potion that had dripped onto the black hand and controlling the black hand to wrap around Ian again.

The sky was filled with black fog.

If you don’t know, you might think Ian was fighting Voldemort.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

no way.

Ian could only cast the Patronus Charm.

A silvery-white light rises.

They intertwined together brilliantly and quickly like a meteor shower, forming a dazzling web of light. The girl's figure began to appear vaguely.

Yes.

The magic did not fail.

Nor will it fail. When the little wizard arrived at this time, he felt something and was surprised. He could clearly sense the connection between himself and Ariana.

I originally wanted to discuss this with the younger version of Albus Dumbledore.

did not expect.

He hadn't given Albus Dumbledore a surprise.

Instead, it was the young Albus Dumbledore who gave him a full scare.

"Ariana! Quick! Kill your evil and vicious brother!" Ian frantically eliminated the magic runes on his body while shouting for help to his good friend who had completely formed a shape.

Ariana, in the form of a guardian angel, slowly stepped out from the light.

She was wearing a suit of armor that shone with silver light, her long hair was like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the wind, and she was holding a slender and gorgeous sword, emitting a faint sacred sheen.

"Swish swish~"

The whistling black hands were chopped into pieces. When they came into contact with the long sword in Ariana's hand, they had no resistance at all, just like touching hot ice.

The dark hand that covers the sky and the sun.

The girl didn't chop a few times.

Because after she appeared.

Those black hands have already begun to fall.

Like losing control.

"Eh? Brother?"

Ariana now saw her opponent's face clearly.

She looked surprised.

"This...this...how...what's going on!" Young Albus Dumbledore took several steps back, staring at Ian's patronus with horror and disbelief.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

The magic wand in the handsome young man's hand has already fallen to the ground.

He half-knelt on the ground with his body held up.

"Brother, how come you have become younger again and still want to... deal with Ian?" Ariana was obviously not clear about the situation. She floated in front of Dumbledore, who seemed to have lost his strength.

The girl raised her hand.

Touched the handsome young man's forehead.

As if he wanted to confirm whether the younger version of Albus Dumbledore had a fever.

"Ariana...so..."

Albus Dumbledore's body trembled visibly and violently.

"I see. So you want to verify... this..."

His eyes began to become dim and absent-minded.

As if he had lost the faith that supported him to continue, the water of life and death finally took effect, causing the young Albus Dumbledore to fall backwards limply.

"Brother Albus?"

Ariana quickly held the back of her brother's head.

"Ian, is he being controlled by an evil dark wizard?"

She looked back at the little wizard with some concern.

"What a bullshit dark wizard! He is the biggest dark wizard! The Dark Lord!" Ian was a little exasperated. He used all his strength to completely erase the magic runes on his body.

even so.

He also felt that he was not clean.

"what?"

Ariana was visibly stunned.

What else did she want to say.

But Ian's whole body began to radiate a strange light.

The girl who served as the guardian angel disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Also disappearing was Ian, who was a little slow to react.

"Going back now?"

Ian felt a strong dizziness, as if he was suddenly dragged into a strange world by an invisible force. The strange light wrapped him tightly, with strange colors and pulsations, changing like a kaleidoscope, making it impossible for him to focus.

Surrounded by this light, the surrounding scene began to become distorted and strange. Space and time seemed to have lost their meaning, and everything fell into an indescribable state of chaos.

"Buzz~"

The young wizard's ears were filled with a low and long humming sound, like an ancient spell echoing in his ears. Everything suddenly returned to calm. The strange light gradually dissipated, replaced by a familiar and warm breath. Ian opened his eyes suddenly and found himself in a spacious and bright room.

That was the office of Nick Flamel, whom he was very familiar with.

Big clock.

Right next to me.

There was also the anxiously worried Harry Potter, Nick Flamel with a slightly weird expression, and Albus Dumbledore, who covered his heart and looked visibly relieved.

Older version.

(End of this chapter)