Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 207 Chapter 206: Return? The Trick of Fate!
Perhaps the story has come to an end.

But its popularity has only just begun.

Most people in the city don’t remember what happened or what they experienced, but there will always be someone who remembers, records, and... sings about the story of this city and it.

[When the haze covers every corner of the city, whispers of despair intersect in the streets. The thread of fate is tangled into a knot, and fear makes people's souls tremble and shrink.]

[You spread your wings from the abyss, bringing with you the supreme will. You bring the light of dawn, dispelling the shadows of the eternal night. In the tapestry of fate, you come gracefully.]

[You waved your invisible hands, untied the shackles of fate, and let the light of hope shine again in the city. You led the lost people out of the whirlpool, and the power of salvation shook everyone's heart. ]

[You took away the darkness and left the light. You took away the despair and left the hope. On the ruins, the city flourished again. Your achievements will be engraved in the years.]

[We look up, we hum, we sing this soulful ode, may you soar in the starry sky, may your grace never fade, may your journey be filled with peace...]

Cassandra sang a farewell song for her Lord.

The Sun God and his daughter were quietly waiting for this ancient god's favored one.

"If I remember correctly, it was you who allowed the temple to stand in this city." As a goddess, the Goddess of Recklessness's brain is not bad, she just doesn't like to use it.

She looked towards the temple where Cassandra lived in the distance. The forbidden temple was actually somewhat out of place in this city, but it had existed for many years because the righteous gods allowed it.

"I'm glad you're finally thinking."

The Sun God's response can be considered a kind of acquiescence.

This made the goddess of recklessness curious, "Did you already know that this day would come? Or did you already know that the temple would enshrine an ancient god who was born in the future but attained enlightenment in the past."

She did know some information, but it was not enough for her to glimpse the truth in the fog. The goddess knew very well that her father must know more than she did.

"No god can see destiny itself. I think you already understand when you meet him that when destiny appears, all possibilities of seeing it except him are just illusions."

The Sun God responded softly. In fact, the Goddess of the Reckless Man had also said the same thing to Ian not long ago, but she used a more understandable description like "priority".

"So, since you and the other gods have no glimpse of fate, why do you allow such a temple to exist?" The Goddess of the Reckless Man was still confused. She knew very well that the gods in every area were "stingy".

It was almost impossible for heretical missionary work to be allowed - the goddess had previously given easy-to-understand descriptions because she herself was not a qualified riddler.

This could definitely be considered as impure blood in this world of magic and miracles.

"Ah."

Faced with the question from his stupid daughter, the Sun God smiled helplessly and looked at the little girl who was still crawling on the ground and chanting devoutly in the direction Ian left.

"While you were carrying out your ridiculous adventure, the reason why I was able to respond to you immediately was actually because I was watching this city from the clouds."

He seemed to be talking about something completely unrelated.

"Father, did you discover my arrival?"

The reckless goddess felt a little guilty.

but.

She was obviously overthinking. The Sun God shook his head and said in a steady voice, "Of course not. I'm not idle and I don't have anything to do to observe your movements."

"You caused trouble, so I know how to punish you."

The response from this infinitely brilliant god should have made the Reckless Goddess happy, but the words that lacked fatherly love made the Reckless Goddess look quite embarrassed.

"I didn't cause any trouble this time, and I helped save a lot of people." Her expression clearly showed some guilt, but the Sun God didn't care much about it.

He continued to stare at the little girl in front of him, "It was her that I was observing from the sky. She was supposed to bear my curse, but the curse was broken silently."

These remarks really caught the goddess of recklessness by surprise.

"What do you mean?"

Her tone was surprised.

Detected a hint of gossip.

"She was once my priestess, a woman who promised to serve me, but she was deceived by a bird with words of "freedom, female power, awakening" to pursue the meaning of love and life."

"Of course this makes me angry. I can't catch the bird, but I can punish the mortals who break their oaths... Maybe it's a bit overbearing, but in the end it's also to maintain our dignity."

"So I placed a curse on her, which would extend to her descendants. However, just yesterday, the curse was lifted, and even your brother's priests began to believe that she really had clairvoyance."

"This is what alarmed me... Of course, it's not that I'm petty, but I was simply curious about who erased my curse, which made me see him coming."

"The moment he believed that the little girl was a prophet, my curse was erased, which made me curious about his origins." The Sun God spoke slowly.

The goddess of recklessness seemed to have figured something out as well.

"So you also refine copper!"

Her exclamation in a strange tone made the Sun God's expression freeze.

"It's not funny."

The sun god frowned.

He is not that person.

"It's just a joke, it's just a joke, don't be angry." The goddess of recklessness felt her father's eyes glowing, as if he was going to slap her to show her true fatherly love. She quickly stepped back a few steps and said nice things with a sneer. As a goddess, she certainly couldn't not understand the cycle of life and death.

"So, you attacked him at that time, preparing to read his soul, not only because he signed a contract with me, but also because he broke your curse?"

She spoke with some surprise.

The sun god nodded.

The reckless goddess connected the clues thoughtfully.

"I thought he was just a favored one by fate..." There was a hint of fear in the voice of the Sun God. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his eyes which had now healed.

"I should have expected this, but my arrogance blinded me. This may be the beginning of the dusk."

Just as He was muttering.

The goddess of recklessness frowned and continued to ask questions.

"You've said so much, but I still don't understand why you and other gods allow the Temple of Destiny to exist." She found it hard to believe that such permission was only because the temple was related to destiny. After all, the existence of the temple involves faith, just like humans involve money, and the gods are rarely willing to let others share their faith.

The Sun God really felt helpless towards his unenlightened daughter.

"Of course it's because there is a consensus."

He sighed, and no longer tried to enlighten his daughter, and gave a direct answer, "So that at the end of that evening, fate can weave a hope for us in time."

"This is a deal, kid." The Sun God revealed the secrets of the gods and the ancient gods. However, he did not tell them what else they needed to pay in this deal.

but.

The goddess of recklessness has her own ideas.

“Is this the price?”

She raised her hand, and there appeared the ten thousand year contract that had not disappeared even after Ian left, as if this place had become some kind of "future" after Ian came.

“No, it’s a gain.”

However, the Sun God gave a completely opposite response in a calm tone.

This made the goddess of recklessness very confused.

She suspected that her father had not only burned his eyes but also his brain yesterday.

A 10,000-year employment contract is not a price but a reward?

Even the slave owners couldn't say such things!

"I didn't even ask what the name of the person I was going to serve was. Oh, yes, he didn't ask my name either." The Goddess of the Reckless Husband's tone sounded a little sour.

And at this time.

"Medivh, Your Highness, my god once told me his name, and I think we should remember it." After finishing the chant, the little girl Cassandra suddenly stood up.

He turned around and spoke in a serious tone - the beginning of a story is sometimes so coincidental, Ian himself may not have realized that the legend of the Supreme Sorcerer has already begun.

The ancient city of Pompeii remains prosperous.

among them.

There must be a small number of people who remember his story.

……

In the passage of time.

The great power of time seems to have turned into a train.

It carried Ian, Malfoy and Riddle to the afterlife. Ian and Riddle felt a warm and irresistible force wrapping them tightly.

It was like being in the palm of an invisible beast.

In this regard.

The depressed and taciturn Riddle just sighed slightly. The young wizard looked around curiously. This time he had a different feeling when traveling through the years.

The last time he traveled through time, Ian felt that he was surrounded by an endless whirlpool, and his body seemed to be pulled by countless hands. Dizziness and confusion filled his senses, as if he was in a nightmare that he could never wake up from. But this time, as soon as he stepped into the time tunnel, a strange tranquility came over him.

Maybe this is the treatment of legends.

He finally had the pleasure of truly traveling through time. Malfoy's pale face pressed against his shoulder, and Riddle, who was tied up like a cocoon, exuded the smell of rotten wood under the magic chains.

Countless spots of light lit up in the void, and the torrent of time flowed past him, carrying an ancient and mysterious whisper, yet as gentle as the wind blowing through wheat ears.

“This is amazing.”

Ian looked around.

As far as the eye can see.

Those spots of light at that time will condense into a real picture.

That's not a possibility.

It's the history that passed by them.

This time, Ian not only felt the chaos of time and space, but also seemed to be given a pair of eyes to peek into history, and witnessed clear and picturesque scenes with his own eyes.

“This is the best way to learn history!”

Ian was amazed. In his field of vision, it was as if there were countless huge TV screens suspended in the air. As long as his eyes touched them, the pictures would quickly become clear.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the sun was high. The Roman legion soldiers were wearing heavy armor, holding spears and shields, shouting in unison and shaking the earth with their neat steps. Caesar stood in the center of the Senate, holding the scepter and looking at it like a torch. The elders whispered, and conspiracy and loyalty were intertwined in the air.

"Even if betrayal follows, the glory of Rome will live forever."

Even the whispers of Julius Caesar.

Ian could hear clearly in this passage of time. He witnessed the magnificent scene of the Roman legions crossing the Alps under the leadership of Caesar. The silver eagle emblem shone in the sun, the drums were deafening, and the soldiers' armor reflected a dazzling light in the sun.

This is glorious history.

However, the scene changed and Caesar fell under Brutus' dagger. His blood stained the floor of the Senate red. The fate of the empire was rewritten at this moment.

The picture is changing.

Just like traveling by carriage, travelers always see different scenery - in the dim catacombs, candlelight flickers. A group of Christians are kneeling on the ground praying devoutly, their faces are full of perseverance in faith. Despite the oppressive environment, their eyes are firm and full of hope.

"What period of history is this?" Ian looked at this scene with a complex emotion in his heart, including admiration for their beliefs and curiosity about the religious atmosphere of that era.

The picture continues to flow.

Constantine the Great stood in the square of Milan, holding the Edict of Milan in his hand. The sun shone on his armor, reflecting a dazzling light.

His voice echoed through the sky.

"From today on, Christ's people will no longer be persecuted!" The crowd in the square burst into cheers, and the cross flag fluttering in the wind seemed to symbolize the rise of Christianity.

When the scene changed, there were beacons on the city walls, the wailing of the soldiers and the weeping of the people were intertwined, and the morning sun on the day when the barbarians broke through the walls of Rome was the color of blood scabs.

These are major events in history.

Besides.

Ian also saw stories belonging to wizards.

A Madonna is holding a newborn baby, surrounded by shepherds and the three wise men worshiping her. He can hear the baby's breathing and feel the baby's gaze looking at him through reality and illusion.

"I wipe!"

The newly-crowned legend felt his scalp tingling, and he timidly looked away. Deep in a dark forest, Ian saw a group of wizards in robes.

They sat around a campfire, performing an ancient ritual as twelve wizards hunted a white dragon on the night of a lunar eclipse. They then perished, forever stopping at the threshold of legend.

A huge evil dragon wreaked havoc on the city-state.

Ian saw it. He saw the flames that spewed from its mouth illuminating the surrounding night sky. He also saw that when the Sword in the Stone, stained with dragon blood, was pulled out of the dragon's body, the star fragments inlaid on the hilt cut the boy's palm.

"Okay, okay! The ironclad evidence is right in front of me!" The images of time were reflected in Ian's pupils. He suddenly took out his camera to take a picture of the face that he was quite familiar with.

however.

In the time tunnel.

However, no matter how he pressed the shutter of the magic camera, he could not capture the scene before him. Unwilling to give up, the little wizard tried the Muggle camera, but it did not work either.

Magic, technology.

It seemed to have lost its function in this passage.

"My memory is also irrefutable evidence!"

Ian had no choice but to rely on his brain to remember what he saw. Although he had guessed it long ago, there was always a difference between having actual proof and realizing things purely through Sherlock Holmes-like insight.

Just as Ian mentally hinted to his memory that it needed "super HD" mode, the power of time surrounding him, Riddle and Malfoy began to fade.

"We've arrived at the destination? So soon? I haven't even seen the Big Four yet." Ian felt the space-time passage suddenly shake violently. He regretted that he arrived at his destination too quickly.

When the illusory light and shadow began to solidify.

Ian took a deep breath.

He began to prepare in his mind what to say when he returned to Hogwarts. Riddle seemed to sense the fading of the time channel, and finally raised his head with a slightly nervous expression.

As for Mr. Malfoy... he was as unconscious as a dead person. Because some of the transformations done by Helpo to him still had an influence, Ian was unable to find a way to wake up this unfortunate classmate.

"Leave it to Dumbledore. He can always solve these problems. Malfoy will survive if Dumbledore suffers." Ian was ready to return to his student identity.

This does require some psychological adjustment. After all, he had just been involved in things like gods, legends, Helbo, saving the world, and so on. Now he has to become a student who is worried about classes and exams again. This change of identity is magical to anyone.

Just when the little wizard was adjusting his mentality.

The illusory scene gradually settled.

however.

When the overlapping illusions around him slowly settled into a clear reality, the warm office he had imagined did not appear, and Ian's smile slowly froze on his face.

"What's happening here?"

Ian was confused.

He did not see any familiar people or familiar scenes. All around him was the groaning sound of his second brother, and the smell of rotten hay and pig manure filled his face.

Yes.

They were actually in a stinking pigsty!

The pink piglets were nuzzling Malfoy's blond hair with their wet noses, and Riddle was tangled in magic chains and rolling in the mud - a boar was rubbing his pale face excitedly.

"Damn it! Get it away! Stay away from me!" Riddle let out a sharp blast. Perhaps even when facing Herbo, the young Dark Lord had never been so frightened.

There is no other reason.

Because he saw the boar's fangs flashing coldly in the dim light. Not only that, the boar had used its nose to push open Riddle's robe and stood up something that shouldn't have stood up.

This pig.

It seems that he has developed some strange interest in the great Dark Lord!

"No!!! Kill it now!"

Seeing that the boar was about to launch an attack, Riddle immediately began to roll on the ground in a very awkward manner.

He first asked Ian for help, but when he saw that Ian was still unable to accept the surrounding environment, he could only choose to save himself and crawled frantically on the ground.

no way.

Riddle was tied up like a dumpling, and it was impossible for him to stand up and escape or resist. The ropes on his body came from the props used by the temple priests to imprison wizards.

"Save me!"

The way Riddle crawls really looks like a slug.

This scene is very familiar.

Just like some scenes.

After all, it was played out on different remaining souls of Voldemort.

Maybe this is fate.

"Stay away from me! Dirty beast!" Seeing that Ian had not responded, Riddle could only rush to Malfoy in a hurry.

The Dark Lord used his traditional skills and tried to use Malfoy to divert the boar's firepower. However, the young man did not know that the same principles that apply to some people also apply to boars.

After all, the genes of the two are quite close.

The more he resisted, the more the "criminal"'s interest was aroused. The boar ignored the dead Malfoy and focused on Riddle, pinning the frail Riddle down with its four hooves.

Challenge the Dark Lord alone.

It may also be a pig that will go down in history.

"Damn it!! Get down! Get down!" Riddle tried to roll over and shake off the boar, but the boar had already grown fangs and its strength was beyond his reach.

Pigs are ferocious beasts.

Seeing that the boar with huge capital was about to let Riddle see his capital, Riddle really couldn't hold it anymore. He roared heartbreakingly with a terrified expression.

"Beast! How dare you!!!"

perhaps.

It's not just the power of love that can perform miracles, the desire to survive can also. At this moment, Riddle had a desire to survive that was greater than facing death, which made the magic ropes on his body slightly loose.

The runes on it are shattering.

An invisible force erupts.

It was like a second magic riot.

The boar was thrown to the ground, letting out a lung-piercing scream - its belly was ripped open as it was aimed at Riddle, and blood and internal organs splattered all over the ground.

"Hoohoo!"

Seeing that the crisis was finally resolved.

Riddle, who was sweating profusely, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He lay prone in the mire.

Gasping for air.

The broken ropes on his body slowly fell to the ground. However, even though he had regained his ability to cast spells, he did not even think about escaping. Instead, he fell down into Malfoy's pants after coming to his senses.

He threw away his torn trousers and put on the trousers that did not belong to him. Then, he rushed towards the other pigs in anger and vented all his anger and rage.

of course.

It is a method of killing by casting spells.

A flash of green light appeared.

Wherever he passed, pigs died. He could actually cast spells without a wand, which was definitely a brilliant feat, but the targets he used to deal with were obviously not up to par.

There were dead pigs all over the ground.

The dark lord didn't even spare the pink piglets.

It's cruel.

"enough."

Ian finally couldn't hold it in anymore and looked at Riddle who was still planning to whip the corpse. He didn't just come back to his senses now, but he was just using his mental power to explore the surrounding environment.

"It seems that the quality of ancient props is not very good." Ian took a look at the broken magic rope and hesitated. His eyes looked again at Riddle, who was still angry.

"I have never been so humiliated!"

Riddle's face was still ferocious, but he stopped after Ian spoke. After regaining his magical power, he didn't even dare to look Ian in the eye.

Only experienced.

Only then can you understand how terrifying the little wizard in front of you is.

Not to mention the courage to raise your hand.

Riddle didn't even dare to think of any conspiracy against Ian in his mind.

After resurrection from the dead.

He had completely lost his nerve.

"Don't panic, stay calm." Ian wanted to show his composure as a legend, but after finding out that this was not the era of Hogwarts, he couldn't hold back.

This seemed to be talking to Riddle, but in fact he was comforting himself.

"..."

Riddle was stunned after hearing Ian's words. He wanted to say who could remain calm when faced with such a situation where they were almost forced, but he didn't dare to disobey the little monster in front of him.

This made the young Dark Lord's face turn red.

"The good news is that we have left Pompeii, but the bad news is that we had an accident along the way." Ian didn't know if he would be able to receive the second call from Hogwarts.

This is why he was a little panicked.

"Let me guess...are we in the sixth century or the seventh century? Maybe even earlier?" Riddle looked outside. He could only see some blurry buildings in the night.

But he didn't judge the year by that. "I don't know."

Ian was able to sense the situation around him, but he only knew that he was still trapped in ancient times. As for the specific year, he was unable to obtain much useful information from the surrounding environment.

This is a secluded pig farm with dozens of pig pens located in the wilderness.

"It won't be too different..."

Riddle sighed sadly.

"How to say?"

The young wizard showed his curiosity for knowledge. Although he was much stronger than Riddle, he had only been to school for more than a year. He had not yet mastered some basic knowledge, but he had already become a legend.

This is not Versailles.

It's just the way it is.

The foundation is weak.

If it were placed in a fantasy world, it would probably be described in this way. Of course, there is no fundamental problem for wizards, but the lack of basic knowledge is still a problem that can only be solved with the accumulation of time.

"In time travel, life has weight. Dumbledore and the old alchemist would only think that you might have followed me to the past."

"At best they can only provide the energy to bring two people back, and we... there are three of us now." Riddle expressed his judgment somewhat weakly.

"This is not a 1+1 problem, so it is very likely that we have only covered a third of the 2000-year span, or even less." He did a lot of research on time travel. I don't know if he already knew this, or if he did some research on it specifically to escape when he possessed Malfoy.

"You don't have to be so ridiculous..." Ian felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at Riddle in front of him with a regretful tone, "I should have killed you if I had known earlier."

"Sure enough, people shouldn't have morals." His words frightened Riddle, the young Dark Lord's eyes were horrified, and he quickly opened his mouth and continued.

"Even if you kill me, you may not be able to return safely. You are no longer an ordinary wizard, you are a legendary creature." I don't know how much truth there is in this sentence.

Riddle was so afraid that Ian would kill him on the spot.

"Legendary creature? Doing private work? Cursing me secretly?" Ian simply took out a broken wand and stuffed it into Riddle's nostrils.

This is Malfoy's wand.

He could fix it, but there was no need to. After all, it wasn't his thing. Being able to tape Malfoy up was already a sign of their strong friendship as classmates.

"No...I'm just stating the truth."

Riddle felt very aggrieved.

He really felt from the bottom of his heart that Ian was not a wizard at all.

"Why didn't you remind me at the beginning?" Ian didn't care about the emotions Riddle was emitting. The Malfoy wand in his hand had already poked Riddle's nose and made it bleed.

“I didn’t realize that at the time.”

Riddle is telling the truth.

Ever since his resurrection, he has been immersed in a decadent mood of self-torture.

The look in the little wizard's eyes was still dangerous.

"Don't worry! The ancient time converter! You can definitely find it in this era! It will definitely bring us back to the correct time!" Riddle quickly said the remedy.

"Right."

The little wizard seemed to be thinking about something.

He felt that what the Dark Lord said was not wrong.

In the field of alchemy.

He is much more powerful than the young Dark Lord. As long as he can get an ancient time converter, he may even be able to communicate with Professor Nick Flamel who knows how many years in the future.

"This place is not that dangerous. You can even bring some antiques back. I can help you identify valuable antiques." Riddle quickly showed his value.

He knew that the little wizard was a money-loving person.

This is not.

The little wizard's eyes lit up immediately.

"You have a point."

Ian did not doubt Riddle's professionalism. He was a guy who had worked in Knockturn Alley. Not only could he identify whether something was valuable, he was probably also good at counterfeiting.

"Yes, that's right. I'm very useful." Riddle emphasized it several times, but he was also muttering in his heart that he was a legend but he still had such a greedy habit.

Except for the dragon.

All he knew was that crows liked shiny things.

So this guy's future Animagus form will definitely be a bird.

"Find a dark wizard with a time converter, and then do it." Ian is also a young wizard with a moral bottom line. He firmly believes that it must be easy to find a dark wizard in this era.

You might bump into a few when you go out.

"Of course."

Riddle was speechless.

I felt like I had become some kind of dirty glove.

He doubted that the guy in front of him would classify the wizard as a dark wizard as long as he found a wizard with a time converter. To be honest, after his recent experience, he realized that he was not dark enough.

"It's settled. We have to go back quickly. Who knows if this is the time when the Black Death broke out." Ian first got out of the pigsty and cleaned himself up with magic.

Seeing Riddle carrying Malfoy out, he quickly cast a cleaning spell on Riddle and Malfoy. To be on the safe side, he also took out alcohol to physically disinfect.

"what are you eating?"

Riddle saw Ian stuffing something into his mouth.

"antibiotic."

Ian is good at both magic and science.

But he obviously doesn't know much about modern medicine.

Fortunately, Riddle didn't quite understand it either.

"You are too cautious." Riddle sighed, not knowing how to evaluate Ian's actions. It was difficult for him to connect the overly cautious little wizard in front of him with the figure who was like a god or a demon.

It is said that people have many sides.

But the gap is too big.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. You may not know that one of my teachers was murdered." Ian said as a matter of course, just when he was about to tell Riddle a story.

“Did it succeed?”

suddenly.

A slightly brisk, childish voice came to my ears.

There was a sense of surprise in that voice.

Ian turned his head sharply, his eyes following the source of the sound. Riddle also quickly adjusted his posture, reluctantly pulled out the wand from his nostrils, and looked around vigilantly.

He is now like a frightened bird, and the green melon is about to pop out.

"Who is there?"

Since he had not undergone any magical transformation, Riddle did not have night vision. Fortunately, Ian could see no differently at night than during the day, and the young wizard quickly locked onto the source of the sound.

A little girl who looked even younger than Cassandra was standing not far away, followed closely by two knights in gorgeous armor.

They were knights in shining armor with intricate family crests engraved on them, holding swords in their hands and looking alert, as if they were loyal guards protecting the little girl.

The little girl looked quite distinguished.

She was wearing a gorgeous white dress with layers of embroidered gold patterns, which were like ancient mysterious symbols, telling the glory of the family. A dazzling ruby ​​brooch was pinned at her neckline, and the light of the brooch matched the golden threads on her body.

It makes her look even more noble.

Due to the little girl's suggestion.

The two knights did not take action immediately.

"Be careful, Your Highness."

One of the knights warned the little girl, his eyes fixed on Riddle's glowing wand.

"I think my experiment should be successful?" The little girl didn't listen to the knight's reminder at all. She walked forward, pushed away Riddle's wand pointed at her, and looked at the pigpen.

Her eyes fell on the boar that had been gutted.

"Are you all the piglets it gave birth to?" The little girl turned to look at Ian, Riddle, and Malfoy who was thrown on the ground, and her eyes finally locked on Ian.

Her face was round and lovely, her skin was white as snow with a hint of pink, as if it were carved from the finest porcelain, and her curly hair fell like a waterfall on her shoulders.

The moonlight was dim.

But it is difficult to conceal its charming color.

"Do you think a pig can give birth to a human?" Ian rolled his eyes. He was not the kind of little wizard who would be fascinated by little girls. He was only interested in older sisters.

The little girl tilted her head, seemingly dissatisfied with his answer.

but.

She smiled back anyway.

"Aren't I just doing experiments in this area?" The little girl's eyes were like emerald green gems, clear and bright, and when she smiled her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

It's just that this lovely appearance and that calm tone are a little inconsistent.

"It's a boar!"

Riddle couldn't help but spit out a reminder.

"I know."

The little girl glanced at Riddle again.

"So, this is an interesting experiment, isn't it?" Her face was as delicate as a painting, with a faint smile on the corners of her mouth, revealing an innate elegance and confidence.

"..."

Riddle didn't know how to refute for a moment.

He once again realized that Hogwarts was heaven. Compared with the ancient people, he was too kind and innocent. The Dark Lord had a huge disadvantage at the starting line of his evil transformation.

"This man is sick."

Riddle turned to Ian and spoke.

"I feel so too."

Ian nodded in agreement.

The little girl was not annoyed by their opinion.

"It seems that you are not the little piglets I want to see." Her tone was filled with regret and disappointment, and she looked at the pigpen where there were no surviving pigs.

"Then you have to compensate me for my losses and the time you wasted." She raised her hand and gently pointed at the dead pig on the ground, her voice still childish.

But still with a condescending tone.

"Ah."

Before Ian could answer.

Riddle just sneered.

His voice was low and cold, with a chilling majesty: "Little girl, you are so brave, you'd better get out of the way now, otherwise--"

The sneering threat was self-evident.

"What else?"

The little girl tilted her head, showing her curiosity.

Her behavior directly angered the Dark Lord.

"Kill him."

Riddle suggested to Ian.

"She's going to be a bad kid when she grows up!"

He even helped Ian find an excuse.

"You idiot, don't you see those two..."

Ian opened his mouth to criticize Riddle.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Riddle screamed.

The next moment, Riddle found two knights appearing in front of him, pressing him heavily to the ground as if they wanted to press him into the soil.

At this moment.

Riddle realized what kind of magic props the magic armor worn by the two knights was. He had not yet reached a high level of understanding of ancient magic runes.

"let me go!"

He started roaring again.

His head sank deeper and deeper into the ground.

The two knights had raised their swords, with the tips of their swords pointed directly at Riddle's neck. Ian watched this scene with great interest, analyzing the armor on the knights.

what?
Save Tom?
Do you think he and Tom have a good relationship?

"Are you wizards?" The little girl raised her hand and signaled the knight to stop. She walked to Riddle and picked up the wand. While speaking to Ian, she curiously played with it in her hand.

"Yes."

Ian looked at the little girl in front of him with a smile. Of course, the two knights could not threaten him, but the little girl obviously didn't know that. The little girl still thought that everything was under her control.

"As you can see, I'm a noble and my family has a powerful wizard. However, I haven't been allowed to study." The little girl seemed very interested in the magic wand.

"so what?"

Ian continued to smile and raised an eyebrow.

He could completely see into the little girl's heart.

at this point.

I'm afraid the little girl doesn't know either.

"You, appeared in my pigsty and killed my pigs. This is not a trivial matter." The little girl continued to pretend to be an adult.

"but."

She raised her head, her eyes slightly bright.

"If you are willing to become my teacher and teach me the magic I just learned, I think I can not only forgive your behavior, but also give you a generous reward."

There was a subtle nervousness in the little girl's brisk voice. Her expectant eyes were as deep and dazzling as black gemstones, which made Ian feel a little favorable towards her.

"He's the one who cast the spell. You should look for him." Ian pointed at Riddle, who had a ferocious expression on the ground. The suppression of the two knights made him feel heavier than a boar.

"let me go!"

"You are dead!"

"Your whole family is dead!"

That was his nature after all.

Roaring loudly.

The knight kept hitting his head, but it didn't stop him from cursing. But the little girl didn't seem to care too much about his verbal attack.

She still looked up at Ian in front of her.

"I can always find the most powerful person in the crowd, and you are not afraid of my guards. I don't feel any fear from you." The little girl's eyes met Ian's.

The two people were very close.

Ian could see the blush on the little girl's face.

In fact, Ian did feel the fluctuation of magic from this pretty girl. It was an excellent talent, but he had not yet explored it.

"Since you have noticed this, you still dare to stand in front of me... This is not smart." Ian did not take out his wand, but raised a finger and pressed it against the little girl's forehead.

The green light is on.

The threat of death instantly enveloped the little girl's whole body, causing her smiling face to freeze instantly, and her shaking eyes became visibly panicked.

It was not just because of Ian's fingers, but also because his two knights had been frozen in silence, maintaining the posture of overwhelming Riddle as if they had turned into stone statues.

She didn't even see the wizard in front of her, who was a few years older than her, casting the spell.

"How... did you do that? Don't wizards have to chant spells?" The little girl tried to remain calm. She was indeed very curious. After all, she had never seen or heard of a wizard who could cast spells without chanting spells.

"He is a legendary wizard! You compare him with your useless wizard? Idiot!" Riddle still couldn't get up from the ground, and he kept spitting muddy saliva on the ground.

"Let me kill her!"

Riddle tilted his head.

Only one eye could see the side, but it still looked at the little girl with malice.

The little girl swallowed.

Fortunately, Ian's answer brought some hope back to her eyes.

"You are the idiot! Didn't you hear that she wanted to hire me to learn magic? How dare you, a fool, talk to my good apprentice! My time converter depends entirely on my good apprentice!"

Ian's rebuke was clearly a development that Riddle had not expected.

but.

Thinking that this was a noble who had a wizard at home, Riddle quickly understood Ian's idea. He could only look at the little girl with resentment and unwillingness.

"Will you teach me magic?"

The little girl was surprised and happy, and there seemed to be light in her eyes.

"Of course, I've always believed that where there is gold, there is destiny. If you give me the gold coins, I can even teach you how to defeat Merlin." Ian really didn't think twice when he was bragging.

He is twelve years old.

Legendary persona.

If he doesn't expand, who will?

"It's this magic! I want to learn this magic first!" The little girl took out her purse and stuffed it directly into Ian's hand. The heavy weight really made people feel that they were destined to be together.

but.

Ian's current enthusiasm for gold coins is not as great as his enthusiasm for the ancient time converter.

"That's called the Killing Curse. You have good vision. My teacher once said that when you go out, you must first learn the Killing Curse." Of course, Ian still took the little girl's purse.

Don’t give it up for free.

of course.

He still remembers his goal.

"Of course, before that, I need a place to settle down, and to learn some information about the wizards here. My servant and I just had a failed trip."

Ian believed that as a descendant of the nobility, the little girl would definitely be able to provide him with considerable help. He thought it would be easy to guide a talented little witch.

"Okay, no problem, teacher."

The little girl changed her words very quickly, which can be considered clever.

"What should I call you?"

She was no longer arrogant and showed a respectful attitude. Ian's ability to cast a spell without a spell had already made this little noble see his strength. She didn't understand the meaning of legends, but she believed in her own judgment.

"Call me Mentor Medivh."

Ian put on a vest.

And started thinking.

The story of this vest might have started from then on. If so, then there should be some stories about my first apprentice as well, right?

Thinking of this.

"your name?"

He looked at the delicate little girl in front of him.

"I am the daughter of the Duke of Tintagel and the Princess of Cornwall. You are my teacher, so you are entitled to a privilege." The little girl bowed to Ian.

"You may call me... Miss Morgan."

The girl spoke happily.

Because of the continued bowing posture.

She didn't see the look of fear in the little wizard's eyes and his expression gradually getting out of control.

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet.

The little girl Morgan looked up at the stiff little wizard in confusion.

"No! Impossible!"

at this time.

Riddle's exclamation of horror suddenly appeared.

"I don't want to stay here! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!!" His explosive scream was still so piercing and filled with longing for home.

(End of this chapter)