Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 201: Traps and Killing Moves

The dark clouds in the sky rolled and changed their shapes constantly. While blocking the moonlight, they also seemed to be blocking some kind of secret prying eyes. It was the goddess walking in the human world who did all this.

"So, you are the goddess representing the moon?" Ian stood in the dim back garden of the temple and looked up at the sky where not even a single star could be seen.

There were no electric arcs, no rain, only thick dark clouds that covered the entire sky like a curtain. If there were no light source on the ground, it would be pitch dark.

"As the daughter of the sun god, I have the right to decide when the sky should shine and when not to shine." The "priestess" who exercised some kind of right responded with a chuckle.

Ian nodded upon hearing this.

This was not too different from his inference. If the hazy tower illusion he saw at the beginning was correct, the black-robed skeleton he found, that is, the goddess in front of him, was indeed a falling sun at that time.

"Set off?"

Ian looked at the time on his wrist. He was nervous about facing a legendary wizard, but he had to face it if he wanted to return to the right future.

Fortunately, he has a goddess in his team, otherwise he would never be able to defeat the legendary wizard. What? Riddle? This guy is really the weakest among all the remaining souls of Voldemort.

and.

Only a person with a broken brain would trust Voldemort and be a qualified teammate. He was thankful that Riddle didn't betray him. If he wasn't afraid that Riddle would stay here and play tricks, he wouldn't have brought Riddle with him.

In fact, Riddle himself didn't want to go.

"Can't you just lock me up in the dungeon? Or send me straight back to Hogwarts?" He kept repeating the school he once sneered at.

Perhaps only at this moment did he realize how wonderful Hogwarts was.

"I can't go back whenever I want. I can only return to Hogwarts under the guidance of Professor Nick Flamel when he realizes that I am in this era."

Ian also wanted to solve Riddle's problem first, but he really couldn't open the time and space channel by himself. After all, there was no Big Ben embedded with the ancient time converter in this era.

"This is truly the most terrifying thing I have heard today. Before you followed me here, did you ever consider that you might not be able to go back? Over a span of more than 2,000 years, the error could be half of your lifetime." Riddle made a sharp comment, "To be honest, I think you should go to Gryffindor."

I don’t know if he was cursing or if he really thought Ian was a reckless man.

"I believe in my alchemy professor, and..." It would have been fine if Ian didn't mention this, but as soon as he mentioned it, he got angry and he directly put the wand on Riddle's nose again.

"You clearly mean going back to Wu's Orphanage! Going back to your teenage years! Is this your teenage years? You haven't even formed a fertilized egg at this time!"

Ian's wand was almost sticking into Riddle's nose.

"I clearly said... start from the beginning..." Riddle, threatened by the exploding nose, quickly stepped back. His hands were tied behind his back and he wore Ian's custom collar around his neck. Not to mention using magic, even if he mobilized the magic power in his body, Ian's collar could blow his head off.

God knows where a second-grade student got the dragon's blood explosives.

A potion that actually explodes.

"Can you two outsiders stop quarreling? I am the victim who should have been sleeping soundly in the palace. I am forced to fight against a dirty wizard."

The "priestess" who was probably able to take tributes from a distance was eating fruit again. She changed into a heroic set of armor, and instead of holding a scepter in her hand, she took out a huge sword from somewhere.

A giant sword that is wider than her body.

"I just want to get rid of the curse on me. I don't want to be an enemy of a legend..." Riddle's voice became much softer. After being beaten up, he was very honest in front of the "priestess".

"If Helbo can be killed, the curse you are facing will naturally disappear. This is different from ordinary black magic. It is a means of "assimilation" based on the power obtained by Helbo itself." The "priestess" swung the giant sword in her hand. She was not as reluctant as she said, but instead felt eager to try.

"Is that so..."

Riddle's pupils flickered slightly.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

"I bet he's thinking of some tricks and schemes again." Ian couldn't help but feel alarmed when he saw Riddle's reaction. He knew this thoughtful expression too well.

"Don't assume that everyone is as bad as you." Riddle rolled his eyes at the little wizard and shook his hands, which were tied behind his back.

"Not only do I not have a wand, I don't even have the hand to hold it, and I also have your bomb around my neck. Why are you still worried about me? By the way, the wand you broke off belongs to your classmate, not me." Riddle had no sense of being a prisoner at all, and even complained with a gloating look.

"I don't think Mr. Lucius Malfoy would mind the loss of a wand, otherwise he would have to give birth to a new son." Ian didn't care whose wand he broke off. It was a question whether he could take Malfoy back, maybe Malfoy had been turned into a weird mummy.

Just when Ian was wondering whether Malfoy was lucky enough.

"Your Highness, we are ready."

Priest Ryan led a group of priests wearing robes with spells carved on their faces and walked over in an orderly manner. Ian saw four or five people wearing robes of different colors among them.

This even included the group of priests he had seen in the temple. The little girl Cassandra was also among them, being protected by the temple's chief priest and waving happily to Ian.

"What's going on?" Ian saw a team of hundreds of priests, or hundreds of wizards. He felt that this scale was enough to start a wizard war in the future.

"I am just an incarnation, not the real person. Now we have to deal with a legend who has become an angel. We must gather all the strength we can."

"Except for the Night's Watchmen, all the wizards in the city are here." The goddess in armor rolled her eyes, thinking that this little wizard had no idea about the importance of the legend.

of course.

In fact, it’s not that Ian underestimates the enemy.

He mainly feels that quantity cannot make up for the gap in quality.

"I thought you were the main output and could deal with Helbo in no time." Ian looked at a group of priests whose magic level was roughly equivalent to the level he had before entering school.

to be frank.

He began to feel frightened.

"Of course I am the main force, but I am only the main meat shield. To deal with Haierbo, it is mainly up to you. Can't you see that what I am wearing is just a meat shield?"

"Have you ever played Doushenqi? Don't you know that my character is a meat shield?" After hearing this, the "priestess" turned around a few times to show her armor.

And there is that huge sword that is swung with great force.

"..."

The young wizard was speechless. He turned his gaze to Cassandra, "Even if what you said is true, isn't it inappropriate to let a child join this kind of battle?"

indeed.

Cassandra may be a gifted prophet, but it is clear that her own magical skills are not very high, and she is barely even cannon fodder in a battle involving legendary wizards.

Facing Ian's concerns.

"Don't underestimate her, she is the key to victory." The "priestess" who carried the giant sword just smiled lightly, then walked forward and became the leader among a group of priests who bowed.

A team of wizards.

Heading towards Mount Vesuvius in a mighty manner.

These priests all have their own means of flying, and Ian was dazzled by the variety of flying props. He became more and more determined to break the monopoly of flying brooms in the future.

"What should I do? I can't use magic." Riddle watched the wizards fly away one by one. Riddle's eyes widened and he looked at the little wizard beside him helplessly.

"Of course I'll take you."

Ian grabbed Riddle, and then his whole body turned into a ball of white mist, rising into the sky, carrying the staggering Riddle, and rushed towards Mount Vesuvius.

"This is a clever application of human body deformation."

Riddle was very interested in Ian's way of flying. He had not yet mastered the ability to turn himself into black mist, but he felt that Ian's magic had touched his heart.

"If you are lucky enough, you will have a lifetime to think about this problem in Azkaban." When Ian landed, he threw Riddle directly to the ground.

Riddle, with his face facing the ground like a dog eating shit, was not angry. He just spat out a mouthful of black mineral mud, stood up silently and looked at the ruined temple he had just left.

The night was like thick ink, weighing heavily on the earth, shrouding everything in the world in a dead silence. An ancient and gloomy temple, hidden in the pitch-black night, was like a dormant beast, exuding a chilling aura.

The outline of the temple was vaguely visible in the darkness, and the old walls were covered with mottled marks of time. Occasionally, a few extremely strange green lights shone through the cracks in the temple, flickering and jumping like ghost fire, adding a bit of creepy meaning to the dead scene.

It looked like a building rising from the earth, and it had only been there for a short time. A lot of soil and some plants were still swaying in the breeze between the bricks and tiles of the temple.

"What are they doing?"

Ian came to the goddess who was looking at the temple.

Since he arrived late, he only saw a group of priests chanting and casting spells at the temple. Magic was released from their hands one by one, and together they formed a magic shield.

"I can sense the evil souls inside, so these priests are sealing the time and space in the temple. This way, they can prevent Herpo from escaping to other times or places."

"This is a very necessary operation to deal with legendary wizards. You can never imagine how many cards the legends have. I have heard that there is a legend named Merlin who has tricked several gods like a loach." The goddess was still a little scared when she mentioned this incident, and she didn't know if she was one of the ones who was tricked.

"Herbo also mentioned Merlin, but if I remember correctly, Merlin should have lived after your time?" As an excellent student in all subjects, Riddle was very good at history.

He asked his question carefully with some confusion.

"Before asking such a question, think carefully in your mind about what legend really means." The goddess sneered and mercilessly mocked Riddle's short-sightedness.

Riddle thought.

"What does it mean?"

The little wizard asked.

He has always been troubled by the road to legend.

"It means you have to make yourself the core of a story that runs through history." The goddess did not hide anything. She looked at Ian meaningfully.

"As for what kind of story it is, that depends on your ambition. The simplest one is of course to become a dragon slayer, but I don't think that's the path you want."

The eyes of this goddess seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. They were brighter than the stars and had a depth that seemed to be able to see through the flesh and directly into other people's souls.

"I can sense that your path is to be greater than great."

She spoke suddenly.

The details are not clear.

The little wizard was completely confused.

“Challenging legends, this should be the core of some kind of story, but I don’t know if it complies with the rules that run through history.” Ian is more concerned about whether his journey to becoming a legend can be smooth.

"maybe."

The goddess's answer was vague.

Just at this time.

The shield covering the entire dark temple was finally complete. All the priests crawled on the ground, using themselves as magic nodes to maintain the shield.

"Let's go." The goddess took a step forward.

Ian was about to follow.

A small hand held Ian's hand from behind.

"God, do you need me to sing for you? I heard that you are going to fight a terrible and evil scourge." The little girl Cassandra looked up at Ian with a worried look in her eyes. She was the only one who did not participate in the magic ceremony just now, probably because she was still young and had not learned that kind of magic.

"If you think it's necessary, of course it's no problem." Ian touched Cassandra's head and put a bracelet on the little girl's wrist.

"It will keep you safe."

Ian still remembers the eruption of the Pompeii volcano. He had originally planned to mobilize the residents of the city before the eruption, but no one expected that the troublesome Herpo would appear. So he had no time to consider the idea of mobilizing the whole process, so he could only settle for the second best, after all, saving one person is saving one person.

“This should be a gift!”

Cassandra looked at the bracelet on her wrist in surprise.

"It's just a simple alchemical item."

Ian chuckled.

He looked back at the priests crawling on the ground, and hurriedly followed the goddess and the reluctant Riddle, who was held in the goddess's hand and seemed to be playing the role of a shield.

Soft singing could be heard from behind him.

Tender and wonderful.

“The first generation of cheerleaders was born ahead of schedule.”

Ian didn't look back.

He held his wand tightly in his hand, and the temple remained extremely quiet, as if it didn't care about their arrival. However, just as the three of them stopped at the door, the heavy door of the temple banged and slowly opened. An old and mysterious atmosphere came to their faces, accompanied by the creaking sound of the door hinge turning.

The noise was particularly harsh in the silent night. The open door was like a huge black hole in the darkness, unfathomable. In this strange atmosphere, the slowly opening door seemed to be inviting these uninvited guests to come in and step into the depths of this temple full of unknowns and mysteries.

"Is this a trick to lure people into a trap?" Ian wondered, but the real reckless man had already rushed in with Riddle and the big sword in his hands.

"..."

Ian could only follow. The moment he stepped over the threshold, a piercing chill ran up from the soles of his feet. The interior of the temple was much larger than it looked from the outside.

The walls were covered with glowing runes that wriggled and changed shape like living things. The ground was made of some kind of dark stone, and one could feel slight vibrations when walking on it.

It was as if the entire temple was alive.

"Where's Haierbo?"

The goddess of recklessness looked around, her eyes were as bright as day in the darkness, like two little suns, providing Ian with a lot of light that he could borrow.

"Avada Plague!"

Ian was also unambiguous.

He just expanded the domain first. Green halos spread out in all directions with him as the center, bubbling on the ground as if boiling.

"hehe."

In the silent temple.

There was a hint of disdainful ridicule.

"It's him! Hailbo!"

Riddle covered his eyes in horror. His eyes were burning hot, as if some power was devouring his soul. Black grooves appeared visible around his eye sockets.

"Riddle, you really did not disappoint me."

A hoarse voice sounded.

It seems to come from all directions.

"You are actually a spy!"

The Goddess of the Reckless Man held Riddle's neck tightly.

Her entire body lit up, and the brilliant golden light instantly illuminated every dark corner, illuminating the entire ground of the temple filled with the plague of Avada.

But the photo did not reveal where Helbo was.

"No! I didn't! I'm not a spy!" Riddle panicked and grabbed the goddess's hand tightly with both hands, but the goddess's hand was like an iron clamp and he couldn't break free.

"Is there a possibility that he was just being used?" Ian saw that Riddle was almost rolling his eyes. He could clearly sense Riddle's inner fear and grievance.

"At your feet! At your feet!"

Even though he was breathing out more than breathing in, Riddle still managed to utter two words. He sounded as if he was afraid of something, and his voice was terrifying. After hearing this, Ian looked down and saw a black shadow lurking under the Avada Plague.

"What's this!"

Ian quickly controlled his Avada Plague and tried to retreat to engulf the black shadow. However, it was as if it did not exist and could not be touched by magic at all.

"Damn it! It's the Silent Mist Nightmare!!" The Reckless Goddess looked down and saw several black shadows swimming around her. She exclaimed in disbelief.

Perhaps due to conditioned reflex, she jumped into the air.

"..."

Seeing this, the little wizard quickly jumped into the air.

"What the hell is this!"

Ian raised the Fiery Fire and merged it with the Avada Plague, but it still couldn't hurt the dark shadows at all, as if they were not in the same dimension as Ian and this world.

"It is a special life form that feeds on memories and secrets. Anyone who touches it will be pulled into a dream, where they will be able to see hidden memories and even secrets that they may have forgotten."

The reckless goddess explained in a rather nervous tone.

"You are a goddess, are you afraid of special life?" Ian was very puzzled. Even if what was here now was just a clone of will, the status of the god was still there.

Hearing the little wizard's question.

The reckless goddess revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Where do you think this kind of life originated?"

She actually still wants to be a riddler at this time.

"Can't you just say it straight! Let me go! No! Take me out!"

Riddle, who was lifted up, screamed loudly.

He looked at the dark shadows appearing on the walls around him, and no longer cared whether he had offended any gods or not. He felt the horror and threat coming from his soul.

"To put it simply, gods can also get sick, and this creature is born out of the god's disease. You can completely regard it as a virus that is nourished by the god's body."

"I will be infected too!" The Reckless Goddess was also panicking. "The Silent Mist Nightmares cannot infect me, otherwise they will devour my memory and distort the past and the future, and even the entire history. This is the most terrifying thing about the Silent Mist Nightmares. They have the ability to modify stories that have already been frozen!"

talking.

The light from the goddess of recklessness was so bright that it almost blinded Ian's eyes.

She was clearly genuinely worried.

"Apparate! Quick! Apparate!" The more Riddle listened, the more frightened he became. He had never seen such a magical creature before, and he shouted at Ian at the top of his voice.

"It can't be moved... We have blocked this temple..." The voice of the Goddess of Recklessness was very weak, and she felt quite guilty. After she finished speaking, laughter came from all directions.

"It seems that his target is not me and Riddle, but you." Ian saw that there were the most Silent Nightmares around the Goddess of Recklessness, and immediately realized Helbo's plan.

This guy... wants to kill God, or take away something that belongs to God!

"Think of a solution!"

Ian spoke to the rather useless goddess while waving his wand. A silver light lit up on the tip of his wand, and Ariana's patronus form appeared.

This trick really works.

The Silent Mist Nightmare around him was pushed back a little by the light of the guardian.

but.

The silent nightmare on the side of the reckless goddess did not decrease but increased.

"No! You are not the patron saint!" The goddess of recklessness found that her big light bulb was not as good as the microscopic one on Ian's wand, and she looked at Ian in astonishment.

of course.

Seeing that the silent nightmare around her was getting bigger and bigger, the goddess of recklessness did not bother to delve into Ian's secret.

"There's nothing else I can do! I can only use my trump card!"

She growled.

"Use it quickly! Use it quickly!"

Some silent nightmare had already climbed onto Riddle's face as he was lifted up.

"Is the real body coming?"

Ian was also somewhat looking forward to it.

however.

"Do not."

The reckless goddess gritted her teeth and denied his guess.

"I won't let my real body come to a place full of viruses...so..." She suddenly raised her head and shouted at the dim ceiling of the temple.