Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 197 Chapter 196: Ancient Contract! Victory over Death!

Is there the scent of this "priestess" in the black-robed skeleton's bath water?

Ian's nerve reaction speed was not fast enough to circle the earth, and he almost immediately realized the identity of the "priestess" in front of him.

Her past as a black-robed skeleton! A... goddess! Ian rarely felt truly panicked when he encountered something, but after realizing that he was facing the truth of a god without any warning, his heart still skipped a beat.

"Is this the dangerous ancient times?"

Ian came from an era when gods were not apparent. To be honest, he had never expected that he would encounter a similar scene. For a moment, he only felt that the weirdness and magic filled his mind.

Faced with the little wizard's surprised reaction.

The "priestess" raised the medicine bottle in her hand and shook it gently a few times.

"Are you going to skin me and take out my bones? Oh, you are so scary. I am curious, does my meat taste good?" She could obviously see that this was the finished product of the bones boiled into soup.

but.

Judging from her slightly teasing tone, this unknown goddess was not angry at all. Her nose was tall and delicate, adding a sense of three-dimensionality to her face. Below it were soft and plump lips with a light color. The slightly upturned corners of her mouth even had a hint of a smile.

of course.

Although the "priestess" acted relaxed, Ian did not dare to let down his guard. He knew many women, or girls, and if there was anything he had learned from them, it was that women were moody creatures, and it was difficult for a normal person to discern a woman's true heart from her face, expression, or even tone.

The bad woman teacher Morgan is a very typical example.

The older a woman gets, the more difficult it is to understand her inner thoughts.

Not to mention that the "goddess" in front of him is definitely much older than Teacher Morgan.

"No, no, no, I'm not an evil person, and I haven't eaten your flesh. I think I can explain what's going on." Ian quickly took several steps back and stuck to the wall.

"Perhaps all this has to start from why I came here..." The young wizard organized his words, ready to use his expertise. He omitted why he boiled the bones into soup, omitted that he often chased the "Black Robe Skeleton" and knocked on his skull, and only described the wonderful relationship between himself and the "Black Robe Skeleton".

however.

He had barely spoken.

next moment.

In just a blink of an eye, the "priestess" who was originally standing more than 20 steps away, "teleported" directly in front of him just like before.

"The first element of time travel... Little guy, don't spoil the plot." The close-fitting "priestess" raised her slender hand and placed her index finger directly on Ian's lips as a "shut up" reminder.

There was still a faint smile on her face, and when she whispered, her gentle voice was like music, as if it could soothe all the noise and disturbance in the world.

"Forehead……"

Ian's eyes were only a palm's distance away from the "priestess's" eyes.

He could see clearly that the color of the goddess' eyes was constantly changing, like two distant and mysterious ancient wells, so deep that they seemed to be able to see into the essence of all things in the world and the secrets of their souls.

A young wizard who has never come into contact with gods can be said to know nothing about gods.

perhaps.

His worries were actually non-existent. It was possible that not only Ian's origins had been known by the goddess, but even the "misunderstanding" that Ian felt might not exist.

time.

It can be stopped by mortals.

But it may not be possible to stop the gods - Ian didn't know whether the goddess knew her own ending, but he found that the contract between him and the "Black Robe Skeleton" had appeared in his hand holding the magic wand. This alone might have revealed a lot of information for the god in front of him to see.

just.

Ian couldn't tell from the other person's face how much the other person knew. The only thing that made him feel relieved was that the emergence of this contract at least meant that he would not be attacked.

The contract that restricts the black-robed skeleton will also restrict the goddess in front of him.

"Go get me a basin of warm water?"

Ian spoke in a low, tentative voice.

"??????"

The goddess who took over the identity of the priestess suddenly changed her expression from calm and elegant to shocked and incredible. It seemed that she had never expected that the little wizard in front of her would be so bold.

A hint of reluctance emerged on the goddess' face, but she gritted her teeth, turned around silently, walked out of the basement room, and walked quickly towards the stairs.

It was obvious that he was going to follow Ian's "order" - you use your love to give me flesh and blood, and I will be at your service for ten thousand years. This was the content of the contract that the black-robed skeleton once told Ian.

As the goddess of the black-robed skeleton's past, it turned out that she could not be disobeyed.

of course.

Ian also knew the principle of giving others a way out, so he explained loudly why he needed a basin of hot water, mainly to Priest Ryan who was still in the room.

"This is to cast a spell to examine the source of the curse on Patient Zero. Of course, if the goddess can tell us the truth, all the troublesome operations should be saved."

Ian seemed to be talking to Priest Ryan who was crawling on the ground, but he still deliberately raised his voice to ensure that the "priestess" in the distance could hear him.

only.

His little plan did not work successfully. The mysterious goddess must have heard his hint, but she did not look back but instead quickened her pace up the stairs.

Her back looked like she was sulking.

"Maybe I can ask her to take off her flesh and give it to me, then take it back to the future and stick it on her skeleton, which will perfectly solve the problem of giving flesh to the skeleton."

"It's my own flesh and blood, I can't be rejected and not allowed to touch it, right?" The young wizard stared at the back of the "priestess" and felt that he was indeed the real genius.

After giving himself a little emotional value in his heart, Ian looked down at Priest Ryan who did not respond to him. The high priest of the temple was still lying there.

It wasn't just a lack of verbal response.

And the whole person looks a little unwell.

"Why are you shaking?"

Ian wanted to help Priest Ryan up, but when his hand touched the other person's arm, he clearly felt that the other person's whole body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

He straightened up instantly, as if he had been touched by high voltage electricity.

"Please forgive my previous offense, Your Majesty..." Priest Ryan's voice was trembling. He was unwilling to get up and was still lying on the ground with his face against the ground.

Perhaps only the high priest of the temple himself could understand how turbulent his emotions were at this moment, how horrified and frightened he was. His silence did not mean that he did not hear the conversation between Ian and the goddess.

After discovering the goddess's arrival, Priest Ryan realized the problem. He recalled the name the Dream Queen called Ian, and realized that his initial judgment might be absolutely wrong. Cassandra might not have been confused, but Cassandra might be the only one with a clear cognition!

The child-like person in front of him was actually the incarnation of the god worshipped in the Dream Guardian Temple! He was the figure that could be called a legend in countless myths!
The incarnation of the unknown!
The ruler of the dead country!
The great terror that has been mentioned in countless myths and always appears together with disasters... the end of all things!
……

Under the temple.

Priest Ryan was imagining things like crazy.

At the same time, on the other side of the ancient city of Pompeii, in an alchemy shop that serves not only wizards but also ordinary people, a handsome young man is selling the goods in the store.

"Ma'am, this magic skin care potion must be the most suitable product for you. Although it is not cheap, it is definitely worth the money and can make your already beautiful face even more radiant and glorious."

"My friend, maybe you just want a potion to treat hair loss, but I think this aphrodisiac fragrance is also suitable for you. Your wife and your lover will be intoxicated by you again."

"Oh, you've come to the wrong place. We don't sell dark magic items, at least not during the day."

……

The 11-year-old boy who came with great enthusiasm became the store's top salesperson in just half a month. He seemed to be very good at this kind of sales promotion.

He is particularly favored by the shop owner in the business of selling black magic props.

"You must have done this before!"

The shop owner, whose skin was blue and who had obviously undergone magical transformation, looked at the sold-out containers and felt sincere admiration for the poor child worker he had taken in.

"It's all thanks to you for teaching me well. If I remember correctly, I haven't formally thanked you for taking me in." The boy with perfect etiquette bowed slightly to the shop owner who praised him.

Looks humble and polite.

The blue-skinned shop owner patted the boy's shoulder happily.

"You will definitely achieve great things in the future. I will teach you well so that you can be as good as me in the future." This was obviously the shop owner making big promises to the young man.

“I look forward to that day.”

The boy smiled back at this.

He turned his head and looked at the clear volcano outside the window.

“I think that day won’t be too far away.”

The boy's words were ambiguous.

The shop owner was slightly stunned. However, he did not think much about it. He thought that the boy believed his promise, so he patted the boy's shoulder happily and went back to the inner room to work overtime to make the goods.

"What a beautiful world! I will... start from now on." In his free time, the boy liked to look at the volcano from the window. He was the one who had traveled through time earlier than Ian.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Voldemort, who possessed Malfoy's body and returned to the age of eleven, probably had not expected that Ian was hiding in this shop as an ordinary worker.

how to say.

This is a type of part-time job that Riddle is good at. He has been here for some time and has been looking for opportunities to use the power of this era to enhance himself.

Calculating the time until the end of the world.

Riddle's heart was full of anticipation and longing.

And just as he was observing the volcano.

A group of people wearing bright red robes and with runes engraved on their faces walked in.

"Outsider, our leader wants to see you."

The leading night watchman spoke to Riddle in a serious voice.

Riddle, who was sitting beside the bed, was startled for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.

"Oh? Really? It's my honor." Riddle's face was gentle and calm. He didn't touch his wand, but stood up and straightened his robe.

"There's not much time left, let's go."

He maintained his elegant manners.

The night watchman stared at him, and he smiled gently in return.

"Follow."

Several night watchmen led Riddle out of the room. Riddle shrugged and followed the night watchmen through narrow streets to a hidden building. Standing at the door were several guards in red armor. They were not wizards, but the long swords in their hands made Riddle look at them several times.

"Nice technique."

He commented.

Led by the night watchmen into the house. Riddle walked into the building and found that it was extremely luxuriously decorated, unlike anything he had seen before in this era.

“What a luxurious experience.”

Riddle saw a petite woman sitting in the middle, with a silver mask on her face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

After bringing Riddle to this room, the other Night's Watchmen withdrew.

"You don't belong to this era, what is your purpose in coming here?" The leader spoke straight to the point. Her direct address made Riddle's eyes narrow slightly.

"What do you mean? I don't understand." Riddle's face remained calm, revealing a slightly confused and just the right amount of puzzled expression.

His acting skills are very good.

but.

The leader sneered and said, "Don't pretend. From the moment you stepped into this city, I sensed your broken and dark soul."

She was also obviously a powerful wizard.

"I'm just a person who wants to live."

Riddle's expression remained unchanged and his eyes were sincere.

"I don't care about your origins or your past... I just want to know whether the abnormal disasters in the city have anything to do with you." The female leader stood up.

"What disaster?"

Riddle was genuinely confused.

"You can't hide anything from me." The female leader walked forward, raised her hand, and was about to press Riddle's head. She obviously wanted to perform Legilimency on Riddle.

Of course, Riddle would not agree with such behavior.

"I will never allow anyone to know my secrets." Riddle seemed submissive at first, but when the female leader approached him, he immediately took out his wand from his sleeve.

"The soul is out of body!"

Riddle wanted to use the Imperius Curse to control the leader of the law enforcers in the city in front of him.

His plans and performances were great.

however.

Although the spell he recited was loud and powerful, there was not even the slightest light coming from his wand, which made Riddle's pupils shrink suddenly in disbelief.

"You are such a poor dark wizard."

The leader of the Night's Watch was not surprised at all. She remained calm, glanced at the wand in Riddle's hand, and made a disdainful comment on Riddle's spellcasting method.

"What's happening here!"

Riddle stepped back hastily.

"Damn it! How can something like this exist!"

He looked around, his eyes fixed on four stones in the corner of the room.

"It seems that you are not the worst one." The female leader watched Riddle's behavior. She knew that Riddle could see that magic could not be used in this room.

"If I say that it was a misunderstanding and I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere, would you believe me?" Riddle swallowed, ready to run away at any time.

It is true that he is the Dark Lord.

But when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he is still very unconfident.

Seeing the female leader getting closer and closer.

Riddle's forehead was sweating, and he was about to speak to deceive people. At this moment, suddenly, the space and time around him began to distort, and Riddle looked at it all in astonishment.

He found himself being sucked into an unknown land by a powerful force. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark temple.

"What's going on?"

What the sixteen-year-old Riddle lacked most was the understanding and knowledge of magic, otherwise he would not have been unaware that there were rooms in this world where magic was forbidden.

The young and immature Dark Lord looked around vigilantly, and saw a man in a black robe standing in the center of the temple with his back to him. He raised his hand without hesitation and released magic on the man in the black robe.

"Avada Kedavra!"

It was still his specialty. However, what shocked Riddle was that the moment the Killing Curse touched the black-robed man, it disintegrated like fireworks and had no effect at all.

The man in black robe was still standing there with his back to him.

"Impossible! The killing curse can never fail as long as it hits!"

Riddle had already suffered his second cognitive shock today.

he exclaimed.

At this time, the man in black robe began to turn around slowly.

"The Killing Curse will indeed not fail, but you can't kill someone who is already dead." The man in black robe made a hoarse voice from his face hidden in the shadow of the black robe.

"Who are you!"

Riddle's wand glowed again.

The next moment.

His magic stopped abruptly at the brewing stage.

"I am just like you...a wizard who refuses to accept death."

The man in black robe took off his hood.

"Apprentice of the future, I am your teacher."

He revealed a snake face that made Riddle suspicious.

"My name is Helbo, the angel who defeated death."

The face of the man in black robe.

It came into Riddle's eyes.

Like some kind of mark.