Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 195: 194: Historical Node, Weeping Angel
Pompeii Corneria.

It is located in the Campania region in the southwestern corner of the Apennine Peninsula in Italy.

It is an ancient city 10 kilometers southeast of the foot of Mount Vesuvius near Naples, about 240 kilometers from Rome and about 20 kilometers west of the Bay of Naples.

Perhaps many people are very unfamiliar with this name.

However, if we talk about the ancient city of Pompeii that was destroyed by a volcano, most people should have some impression of it. After all, this is an extremely rare natural disaster that destroyed a city in human history.

The ancient city of Pompeii was built in the 6th century BC and was destroyed by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 BC. After realizing that he was in a city destined to be destroyed in history, Ian's heart was like a turbulent wave, and he clearly understood that Voldemort would never choose a time node at random.

Ian was fooled by the words that he would replace his past self. It was no coincidence that the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle had chosen to be born in such an era after all the calculations.

A city doomed to destruction.

What does it have?

Of course, there are the ancient residents of Pompeii who will not have much influence on the course of history and whose fate of death is already determined. What they lack the least is batches of souls who have lost their happiness.

They will eventually die and are destined to perish here, so if these lives and souls are used for other purposes before disappearing, it probably won't cause much ripples in history - the disappearance of life only changes the direction and outcome, and for the present world, nothing will change in the future.

"Hiding evil deeds in historical disasters and deceiving the entire world..." Ian stared at Mount Vesuvius in the distance, and couldn't help but have a better understanding of the young Tom Riddle.

The Dark Lord who walked out of the wizard orphanage is still bold and daring. After deceiving the god of death, he also plans to deceive history. He is definitely not comparable to the old and foolish Voldemort who ruined his brain and future by playing black magic. The sixteen-year-old Riddle may not be as powerful as he was during the Voldemort period.

But he is definitely more difficult to deal with than during the Voldemort period. Wisdom is the greatest wealth and the most powerful force. Even if it is an evil plot with ulterior motives, Riddle is proving the accuracy of this sentence with his actions. Voldemort with a brain is indeed much more terrifying than Voldemort who can only hold a wand and eat melons.

"If Riddle really succeeds, he won't be a joke who killed a few people yesterday and a few more today. He will be a real evil cultivator."

Ian didn't know how much time he had left. He only knew that he had to stop Tom Riddle. Otherwise, this guy would lurk in history and definitely cause a lot of big things.

Pompeii would be only the beginning.

No one knows what plans Tom Riddle has after gaining power.

In short, there will be endless troubles.

Ian is not a savior who cares about the world. Whether he can bring Malfoy back has become a secondary issue. What he fears most is that after returning to the future, he will find himself a ghost, and then after asking around, he will hear the story of how he was strangled to death by the devil when he was a baby.

Use yourself to save others.

Ian felt that letting Tom Riddle stay in the past was suddenly even more terrifying.

"What's wrong with that mountain?" Seeing Ian staring at Mount Vesuvius for a long time, the little girl couldn't help but pull Ian's clothes and asked in a low voice.

She was probably about eight or nine years old, much shorter than Ian, and the jewelry she was wearing made a jingling sound when she moved slightly.

"Don't you have any prophet here?" Ian was still staring at Mount Vesuvius. His expression was a little strange. It was hard to imagine why the little girl next to him was so calm.

After all, as a bystander, he could see at a glance that something was wrong with the volcano.

The top of the volcano was shrouded in thick clouds, and dark red magma could be vaguely seen flowing slowly in the crater. At the foot of the volcano was a barren black land.

It was in stark contrast to the bustling city, and at the same time it also highlighted its unusually active nature. Just by staring at it, Ian felt as if it could erupt with destructive power at any time.

Normal people see this scene.

Even if you're not afraid, you should at least be a little worried, right?

"Prophet?"

The little girl was a little dazed by Ian's question.

"The prophet."

Ian changed to a more ancient name. Perhaps the name of prophet is not yet popular nowadays. After all, the current era is probably earlier than the time of King Arthur.

"Oh, yes, yes."

The little girl finally understood what Ian said.

She nodded quickly.

As fast as a chick pecking at rice.

"Can you take me to see your prophet?" Ian felt that something like a disaster that destroyed a city should be noticed by the prophet as a prophet even if he had little talent.

This concerns the destruction of the entire city, so there would be some kind of warning or dream foreshadowing - thanks to Ian flipping through the divination book given by the divination professor when he was bored in the divination class today.

He is now more or less a theorist.

"Aren't we meeting now? Every Dream Queen is a prophet, and only a prophet can become the Dream Queen. Otherwise, you won't be able to hear the songs we sing." The little girl looked a little confused. Her words made Ian stunned for a moment, and then he realized what was going on.

"Forehead……"

The young wizard was speechless for a moment. He was so focused on thinking about Tom Riddle that he didn't care much about analyzing and understanding the current situation.

of course.

After hearing Ian's comments about the volcanic eruption, the little girl did not seem worried at all, which misled Ian into thinking that the little girl had the gift of prophecy.

"How is your prophetic ability?"

Ian began to beat around the bush.

He couldn't just tell the little girl that the volcano here was really about to explode, and that she had read about this history in history books. This would definitely scare the innocent child next to him.

"I am the most powerful prophet! Only I can see you! But the high priests said that I was hallucinating. Only I know that I am not hallucinating!"

The little girl puffed out her chest proudly, her tone filled with excitement and excitement - perhaps it was because of Ian's appearance, as if the person who had been with her all her life had finally appeared in front of her.

She knew she had no mental problems.

"Can you see me?"

Ian had heard the little girl say this more than once. He was very surprised, and his eyes flickered slightly. Nothing in the magical world is a coincidence.

"Uh-huh."

The little girl nodded heavily.

"See what about me?"

Ian spoke seriously.

"I saw you eating, sleeping, and running around on an iron box in my dreams. I could only see some sporadic fragments, but the most common scene I saw was you beating people in my dreams, beating up all kinds of different people." The little girl did not hide anything and directly told the scenes she had "witnessed" over the years.

"..."

Ian heard this.

But I had no idea how to respond.

He confirmed that there might be some kind of connection between him and the little girl that he didn't know about, but he didn't know how to correct the little girl's remarks about him hitting someone.

"That is to punish evil and promote good, to eliminate violence and protect the good..." The little wizard was silent for a long time, and could only defend his behavior. He did not hit people for no reason.

"Also, that wasn't a dream."

Ian hesitated for a moment and corrected the little girl's misunderstanding.

"Isn't this a dream? But there are running boxes, flying iron birds, and buildings taller than temples... I have never seen such a city in history."

The little girl blinked, looking a little confused.

"You certainly won't find them in history, because they haven't been born yet. It will take at least two thousand years for them to incubate before they can reach where I came from."

Ian touched the little girl's head and spoke in a gentle tone.

“But isn’t that still history?”

The little girl may not have understood what Ian said, or she may have her own understanding of what Ian said. In any case, there was still confusion in her eyes.

“You still study history?”

Ian changed the subject.

"Is this also the basic quality of the Dream Guardian Queen?"

He was indeed quite curious about the wizarding world of this era.

"I read history books every day, starting when I was three years old, and I have been reading for five years now... The Dream Queen knows all about history, but I am an exception."

The little girl's voice was a little sad. "My previous Dream Queen disappeared while traveling, so I didn't get the inheritance that a Dream Queen should have."

"So I can only study history by myself. Fortunately, there are many history books in the temple, and I have memorized most of it." The little girl was like a student eager to be praised.

Ian also had high emotional intelligence and gave him a thumbs up.

"I know, I know. You mean to praise me for being awesome. I've seen it in your dream." The little girl's face suddenly turned red with joy.

She still did not correct her description of the future. That strange world was indeed difficult for people of this era to understand, and it was normal to regard it as a bizarre dream.

"Let's get back to the topic." Feeling helpless, Ian did not continue to correct him. He looked at the volcano emitting black smoke again. He was still trying to find out in a more tactful way.

"As a prophet, don't you foresee anything that makes you uneasy and afraid?" The topic went back to the topic. Ian was indeed very concerned about the volcanic eruption.

no way.

He needed to confirm the time of the volcanic eruption.

This wasn't just to speculate on Riddle's whereabouts.

And it also concerns his life.

Under the violent eruption of nature's volcano, even the power of wizards is difficult to resist. Ian does not want to be buried under this ancient city and become part of this sad story.

If you can't go back in time to the future.

Ian planned to leave before the volcano erupted. Of course, he would warn the people in the city, but it was estimated that it would be difficult for anyone to believe the horrific remarks of an outsider like him.

"We have to leave at least several hours in advance. Otherwise, once a natural disaster occurs, we don't know if Apparition will work." Ian thought to himself.

The books he had read mentioned the relationship between nature and magic.

Many later scholars have concluded that natural changes can affect the effectiveness of magic. For this reason, Ian certainly wouldn't want to gamble on the quality of magic experts.

Just as the little wizard was thinking about the plan in his mind.

"Do you foresee things that make me uneasy and afraid? Yes, yes, you are here to save us once." After hearing Ian's words, the little girl immediately fell into thought. Her brows were slightly frowned, like a willow leaf slightly dampened by the morning dew, gently bending down, with a hint of childish confusion and puzzlement.

"Let me think, let me think...Oh, last month, I did see something scary. Where was it? It was somewhere in this city." The little girl's soft eyebrows gathered slightly, forming two small hills, adding a touch of casual seriousness and concentration to her innocent face.

"This way! Follow me!"

suddenly.

The little girl seemed to remember something. She stretched out her fair hands and grabbed Ian's clothes, eagerly dragging Ian towards the city below the temple.

"what?"

Ian was a little confused.

He originally wanted to guide the little girl to "peek" at the eruption of the volcano.

Never thought about it.

What is this that you remember?

"God, I don't know your name yet." The little girl walked briskly, her hand always pulling the sleeve of Ian's robe, and she turned around and asked curiously.

"Just call me the Supreme Sorcerer. The title of God is inappropriate." Ian didn't know whether he should leave his name. God knows whether there is magic in this era to curse others with their names.

Although the little girl looked harmless, what if her name was heard by other wizards? For example, the group of priests before, Ian felt that if they had a way, they would definitely not hesitate to curse him.

"Mage Supreme?"

The little girl looked surprised.

"Yes, it's the Sorcerer Supreme. Let me think about whether I should call him Ancient One or Medivh. The former is more appropriate, but the latter... I'm afraid of the consequences. My eyelids are twitching now."

Ian was really thinking seriously.

Although the language he used was Old English, the little girl was obviously different from Aurora and could not keep up with the little wizard's train of thought, so the little girl could not quite understand what Ian wanted to express.

"I still think you should be called God. I have called you that since I was a child." The little girl did not change her words in the end. She walked briskly and happily with Ian towards the city. The sunlight shone through the half-covered dome above the temple steps, and sprinkled on them, covering the little girl and Ian with a layer of golden gauze.

The dream queen in this ancient temple is too young.

Perhaps due to the blockade of education and the fear of "God" in this temple, she did not know what the meaning of the god she was guarding was, so there was no reverence in her words and actions.

In this regard.

Ian was very adaptable.

he knows.

perhaps.

The little girl now looks at him as if she is looking at a friend who she has been "watching" for many years. Every day of her life is related to him, and now there is finally a day when they can communicate and interact. Because of this, except for the panic and fear of the first time, the little girl's emotions during this period of time are all excitement and excitement.

"I haven't asked you what your name is yet."

Ian's [Thought Perception] is very clear.

He could see the loneliness in the little girl. Perhaps this was true for all the "nuns" in ancient and modern times who dedicated their lives to God. However, he could always show some concern for the girl he met for the first time before the end of the world.

"Cassandra, my name is Cassandra. This is the name the previous Dream Queen gave me. There is no surname. It is said to come from a very powerful prophet many years ago."

The little girl responded to Ian's question enthusiastically.

"Yes, that's right. This is the name of a great prophet in ancient Greece." Ian was a little surprised, but didn't think much about it. It has been common since ancient times to name people after historical figures.

"I know Greece. It is the general name for the southern part of the Balkan Peninsula, the Aegean Islands, and the coast of Asia Minor. Our literature, technology, and art all started from that place."

"The Greeks had profound attainments in philosophy, thought, poetry, architecture, science, literature, drama, magic and many other areas, but it is a pity that they have been lost for nearly 200 years."

The little girl showed off her erudition as she walked, and her sigh made Ian silent - if nothing unexpected happened, this city would soon become a regrettable destroyed civilization.

"There are still many brilliant civilizations in the world today. Maybe you should go out and take a look." Ian was finally moved with compassion and wanted to save those people to the best of his ability.

"I can't sing for you when I go out, but I still like singing for you." The little girl didn't understand Ian's deep meaning. After weighing it, she shook her head.

"You can sing for me even if you go to other places."

Ian had never actually heard singing except today.

"But the ceremony needs to be arranged every seven days, and it is not easy to collect those things. This is the high priest..." The little girl began to explain to Ian how complicated the operation of the temple is.

She and Ian's figures gradually faded away.

In the temple.

In a remote corner.

A group of people in priest robes had been secretly watching their backs.

"We have to bring back the Dream Queen!"

A priest spoke anxiously.

"Yes! And that blasphemous fellow! He...he actually destroyed the body of God! Oh my God! We will definitely be punished by God for this!"

There were also priests who looked with fear at the high priest whose face was covered with magic runes.

"Shut up!"

The high priest's expression was very complicated.

He angrily rebuked the other priests who were agitated.

"There is no body of god on the altar! There should only be a chair in the god's bedroom!" The high priest's voice trembled with a sense of shock.

"what!"

All the priests showed expressions of disbelief.

They did not doubt the high priest's words, because the high priest was the only one in the temple who could climb up to the altar and clean the bedroom for the god every seven days. "Then... what did the child destroy?"

The priests all felt their scalps tingling.

"I also want to know this. Send someone to follow them and see where that little...that person is taking the Dream Queen." The high priest's eyes flickered violently.

"The end is near. We cannot afford to lose another dream queen..."

His voice was unusually hoarse.

With intense anxiety and fear.

……

When entering the ancient city of Pompeii.

Ian truly felt that he had stepped into history.

Surrounded by ancient buildings, people on the streets were wearing strangely styled robes and communicating in an ancient Italian language mixed with some Old English.

Fortunately, Ian has learned most of the languages ​​on Earth in order to improve his "Language Proficiency" ability, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to communicate with others in this era.

"Did Riddle learn these languages, too?"

Ian still couldn't forget the Dark Lord he was thinking about.

of course.

Soon his attention was attracted by the new things around him - everything here was full of exoticism, the market was filled with fresh fruits and handicrafts, street performers were performing acrobatics, children were running and laughing on the streets, and people in the highly developed ancient culture lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Just as Ian was looking around.

A group of people in bright red robes caught his attention. They walked steadily, with a mysterious dignity in their eyes. Wherever they went, people looked at them in awe. With the wizard's intuition, Ian concluded that these red-robed people were not ordinary humans, and they exuded magical fluctuations.

"They are the Night Watchmen." The little girl Cassandra explained to Ian in a low voice, "They are an organization established by the owner of this city. They are law enforcers who maintain the stability of the entire city."

have to say.

This situation was indeed somewhat beyond Ian's expectations.

"Wizards and humans live in harmony, and wizards become guardians of the law?" To be honest, Ian thought Grindelwald might like such a place very much.

“Who is the owner of the city?”

Ian's curiosity has been completely aroused.

The world where wizards are supreme that Grindelwald longed for actually existed two thousand years ago. This is definitely a miracle that even scholars of the history of magic have probably not discovered.

"It's a wizard."

This is the expected answer.

"If I have the chance, I really want to meet such a wizard." Ian followed the little girl Cassandra on a quick tour. He even saw a wizard selling magic potions on the roadside.

People had no fear or terror, and showed no resistance. This world was like a wizard's utopia, and perhaps that was why it was destroyed.

"Where is the scary thing you mentioned?" Ian certainly still remembered the reason why the little girl Cassandra brought him into the city. He found that Cassandra took him to a hospital.

Yes.

hospital.

Although there is no red cross sign on it, and although it is not called a hospital but a temple of Aesculapius, it is indeed a formal hospital.

Ian saw quite a few people taking medicine out.

"Since more than a month ago, a strange disease has been spreading in Pompeii Corneria. The temple has been hiding it, but I saw what they were hiding through my "third eye."

"That's a disease caused by evil magic." As she spoke, the little girl Cassandra brought Ian into the temple, and walked into the depths of the temple as many people bowed and saluted to her.

This is an area where outsiders are prohibited from entering.

A subtle melancholy is revealed in the silence.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto this forgotten land. In stark contrast to the solemnity in front of the temple, a faint scent of herbs permeated the air.

"Many patients infected with the plague or who cannot be cured by ordinary medicines will be placed behind here." Cassandra continued to introduce Ian in a low voice.

Just at this time.

A priest in a simple robe came forward with a scrutinizing look in his eyes. He first looked at the little girl Cassandra, and then looked at Ian warily.

"Queen Cassandra, you shouldn't bring strangers here." The older priest was respectful to the young Cassandra, but he was extremely wary of Ian.

"Priest Ryan, this is our god. He and I want to see the patients you have hidden." Cassandra probably didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said.

however.

Ian's face turned red with embarrassment.

I can't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

He never thought that the little girl would call him that in front of others. Seeing the priest looking at him strangely, Ian quickly waved his hand to explain.

"I'm just a wizard who traveled here and has done some research on potions." He pulled out bottles of exquisite potions from his pocket. They were super high-quality potions that he had prepared using his uncle's high-quality ingredients.

The priest looked at the potion in Ian's hand, his eyes flickering slightly. He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "Excellent work, your teacher must be very good."

obviously.

This is because the priest mistook Ian's work for Ian's teacher. It is not difficult to understand. After all, let alone the ancients, even in the 20th century, it would be difficult for anyone to believe that a little wizard could prepare a master-level potion.

"We didn't even inform the Night Watch about this matter. I didn't expect that your Heavenly Eyes could discover it... Indeed, it takes such a powerful force to protect our city."

The priest glanced at Cassandra with a mixture of emotion and relief.

When Cassandra avoided his gaze in embarrassment, he looked at Ian again and said, "Come with me. I hope the traveler from afar can cure this sinful curse."

Done.

The priest led Ian and Cassandra through a series of intricate corridors.

The walls on both sides of the passage were engraved with strange symbols and patterns, which were magic runes related to God and similar to the runes on the high tower. Ian couldn't help but take a few more glances and memorized them in his heart.

Never forget.

It was just basic training for a man like him. Soon, they came to a hidden room. The room was dimly lit and filled with a pungent smell of medicine.

"Crack!"

The priest opened the secret door under the floor.

Raise your hand.

A ball of light appeared in his hand, illuminating the dim underground stairs - this magic without a wand or spell made Ian even more surprised.

"Sure enough, Teacher Morgan is right. Ancient wizards really didn't need wands." As the saying goes, seeing is believing. It was only at this time that Ian was completely certain of the possibility of casting spells with bare hands.

what?
Morgan also casts spells with his bare hands?
Can the legendary witch be used as a normal reference?

"Is this a ward?"

Ian followed Cassandra, and they followed the priest all the way down. The damp and dark environment made him feel a little uncomfortable in his nose.

"This used to be a dungeon, but now it's used as an isolation ward." The priest gave a concise answer, his voice lacking any emotion.

The stone steps deep in the dungeon spiraled downward. Ian's deerskin boots stepped on the mossy steps, the potion bottles jingled at his waist, and the emblem on the priest's robe glowed coldly under the torch.

"arrive."

The priest pushed open the rusty iron door, and the smell of decay hit him. The room was dimly lit and filled with a pungent smell of medicine. The patients were all dry and their skin was wrinkled, as if they had been drained of moisture. Some patients only had their hands and feet dry, while others had already decayed most of their bodies. The severity of the situation varied, but there was no doubt that they were all heading towards becoming a decayed corpse.

“Don’t look them in the eyes.”

The priest reminded him while holding back Cassandra who was about to follow Ian. He lowered his head, just like the other priests who were taking care of the patients in the dungeon ward.

"What's happening here?"

Ian approached one of the patients. The man closest to the door was reaching for a water jug. Ian handed the jug to the man, who thanked him in a hoarse voice and began to drink the water gulply.

"It is undoubtedly a curse, a curse that we wizards cannot solve." The priest who brought the two people lit the incense in the corner, and a rustling sound of gnawing came from the purple smoke.

"Who is this guy?"

When the other priests in the cell saw Ian, they couldn't help but look at Priest Ryan with some confusion.

"He is an apprentice of a potion master, and he came to check on the situation on behalf of his teacher." Priest Ryan indeed misunderstood Ian, but Ian did not refute this explanation.

"Has anyone in the big cities heard about our situation here?" A priestess nodded and did not ask any further questions. She was only concerned about whether these patients could get help.

"perhaps?"

Priest Ryan looked at Ian in confusion.

He didn't quite understand the situation either.

If the guarantor was not the Dream Guardian Queen of this city, he would definitely not bring in strangers casually.

"I need to understand the situation."

Ian did not explain, but frowned and kept checking several different patients - their conditions were exactly the same, and even the progression of their illness was no different.

What this means is that after these patients' bodies shrivel up, the grooves on the surface of their skin are exactly the same. The shape of the grooves in the same place does not differ at all between different people.

This is definitely a very strange situation.

"We only know that they only have seven days left to live. After seven days, they will become something that has nothing to do with humans, some kind of extremely evil and terrifying creature."

"Holy oil cannot slow down the process. Forgive me for being offensive, but I think that even the master of potions cannot defeat such a curse." The priestess lifted the sackcloth on a patient, revealing a chest covered with cracks, and kept wiping some kind of oily substance on the patient.

"This is a patient who has entered his last day. He is about to be completely twisted and transformed by the curse..." The priestess' voice was sad, and she didn't even look at the patient's face.

"This form..."

Ian moved closer and touched the so-called terminally ill patient.

Familiar feel.

Familiar structure.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"That kind of biological alchemy product!" Yes, Ian had seen a humanoid monster of this form before, in the altar of the temple before.

In the bronze room, on the throne.

This is the monster that Ian destroyed.

The same.

Even in the dry gullies, height and shape, there is no difference!

"Ah? You...is this the one you killed before? I didn't dare to look at it more." Cassandra was covered by the eyes of Priest Ryan, and she exclaimed after hearing Ian's words.

"Have you ever encountered something like this?"

Priest Ryan looked very panicked. He squatted down and checked Cassandra's eyes. After a careful look, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"so far so good."

Ian was confused by Priest Ryan's thankful tone.

"Can someone explain what this is?"

Ian looked at the priests around him. These priests had already surrounded him and checked his eyes. It seemed that they dispersed only after confirming that Ian was not "infected".

"It was only after we lost several of our companions and quite a few residents that we discovered the pattern of curse transmission," Priest Ryan explained in a heavy tone.

"There is a special image in the eyes of these patients. Anyone who has seen that image will be cursed and infected. Even priests like us who have been blessed by God are not immune."

Priest Ryan's words were filled with grief, the other priests also looked sad, and the priestess was sobbing. Ian, who sensed the emotions, knew that the priestess had lost a relative.

"How could there be such a curse!" Ian was greatly shocked. He was well versed in dark forces, but he had never heard of such a domineering and unreasonable curse.

A curse that even divine grace cannot dispel?

Has this power.

The three unforgivable curses can probably only be considered the weakest of the weak.

“It just appeared.”

Priest Ryan pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly.

"Our comrades and partners who were infected only left us their judgments before they died. The priests gave us hints just before they turned into monsters."

When Priest Ryan said this, he paused and hesitated, as if he didn't know whether he should reveal the information that the priest had exchanged his life for to Ian, a strange outsider.

“Can we trust you?”

Priest Ryan looked at Ian with some uncertainty.

"Can you trust anyone else?"

Ian looked calmly at Priest Ryan.

He asked a series of rhetorical questions.

"..."

Perhaps he felt that what Ian said made sense, so after organizing his words, Priest Ryan slowly spoke in a hoarse and heavy voice.

"Of course, an ordinary curse cannot have such power. This is a level that mortals cannot reach. It is a power that we wizards probably cannot even understand."

Priest Ryan was vague.

"What do you mean?"

The young wizard frowned and asked.

"It's related to the images in the eyes of these patients. They are figures that should not appear in the mortal world. Our priests are shouting to us before they die..."

Priest Ryan looked at the other priests.

Pause for a moment.

"Whatever carries an angel will eventually become an angel... This is the source of the curse. Someone saw something they shouldn't have seen, and then was assimilated by that which was not of this world."

"This assimilation affects everyone, including all the poor people who saw that shadow from the eyes of the original observer. That's why I didn't let you look into their eyes."

"If you look into their eyes, your eyes will also carry angels that you cannot bear." Priest Ryan's voice was compassionate, with an imperceptible despair.

The atmosphere in the dungeon was somewhat quiet.

"This……"

Ian felt his head itchy.

It's not about growing a brain.

It was just a simple tingling of the scalp and goose bumps all over the body. To be honest, the words of Priest Ryan did sound very scary and horrible.

but.

If we look at it from the perspective of alchemy beyond this era, similar biological alchemical methods are not impossible to achieve. A thousand years later, Slytherin's notes will mention similar methods. A [memetic] curse rooted in alchemical creations that can be spread through this kind of method.

Slytherin did not say who had created it.

but.

Slytherin made the threshold for use very clear - one must be at least a legend.

(End of this chapter)