Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 208: 207: The Contract and the Passion of Tom

Riddle is breaking down.

Isn't it the same for Ian?

After all, he still had a little resonance with the Dark Lord - what a joke, wizard! The era he fell into was actually the King Arthur era that he had just seen in the time tunnel! ? Hadn't he already "crossed" it! Shouldn't he go to a later era?

How come it is still this era that is falling?

The most important thing is... Miss Morgan... When did fate become so humorous... Ian touched the little girl Morgan's forehead with his hand, and even after the light faded away, it was still shaking slightly.

This is a conditioned instinct.

For the first time, he felt what it felt like to have soft fingertips.

"Your forehead is dirty. Let me wipe it for you." Ian's index finger gently brushed Miss Morgan's skin. He was certainly not an expert when it came to finding ways to repair it in a hurry.

While trying his best to appear helpful, the young wizard was also mentally preparing himself - Morgan was a legend, so wasn't he also a legend?

Should legends be afraid of legends?

Well... maybe I can still be afraid, but I can also be less afraid. There are beings of the same rank, and I have the authority of paradox. I can definitely touch any powerful legend.

Think so.

Ian's heart was stiff again. He tried his best not to think that he was facing the dead Morgan, the Morgan who was in a hazy illusion and was not competing in magic but in cognition.

"Teacher, you are very confused now. Why?" The little girl Morgan looked up at Ian with her black gemstone eyes, with a hint of childish curiosity in her voice.

"..."

Ian pulled his hand back, finding it hard to argue.

"How did you tell?"

He pretended to be calm and forced a stiff smile. At this point, what else could he do? He could only bite the bullet and listen to the other party's terrifying name for him.

"I sensed it."

The little girl Morgan responded honestly.

Good, good, good.

The bad woman also said she couldn't read minds!
What the fuck is this!
"Mind reading?"

Ian silently took out the recorder.

He pressed the record button quietly, hoping to use it as a basis for proving that they were "even" the next time he went to the misty fantasy world and had to face some embarrassing situations.

The calculation is good.

however.

The little girl Morgan shook her head.

"I can only sense the emotions of people around me. This is not mind reading." Not only did she fail to help Ian get what he wanted, she even made Ian feel a familiar sense of déjà vu.

Isn't this my line?
once Upon a time.

Ian also said such words in front of his good uncle. Look at him now. He can read anyone's mind he wants to read. Reading the minds of a group of people at the same time does not affect his playing of the 16-order Rubik's Cube at all.

Only the mind reader can best understand the mind reader.

The heart is dirty.

"This is an amazing talent." Ian raised his thumbs with both hands, trying to provide emotional value for Miss Morgan in front of him. Perhaps Miss Morgan would forget the unpleasant things that happened today tomorrow.

"I couldn't actually discern your emotions at first, which is why I thought you were a powerful wizard. However, you were clearly a little out of control just now."

"When you heard my self-introduction... and him, I clearly felt his extreme fear... Can you tell me why?"

The little girl Morgan turned her head and looked at Riddle who was lying on the ground.

She might not be mature in some aspects, but she definitely has a mind far beyond her peers, which enables her to keenly discover some issues that make her curious.

Seeing the little girl Morgan looking at him, Riddle quickly revealed his most sincere, gentle, and friendly smile that he had practiced for 2.5 to years in the academy.

“That’s probably because I respect you from the bottom of my heart.”

He is also trying his best to make amends for himself.

only.

This statement was obviously more difficult to believe than Ian's attempt to make amends, and compared to Ian, the little girl Morgan obviously had no intention of saving face for Riddle.

"I do not believe."

Her clear voice is very clean.

The response was also very neat.

This immediately made Riddle's expression stiffen a lot.

"That's because my teacher is also called Morgan." Ian quickly stood up and told the truth, but he didn't intend to tell the whole truth here.

"Ok?"

Miss Morgan's expression suddenly became surprised.

"Is it such a coincidence?"

Her eyes brightened a little, and after weighing the pros and cons, she chose to seize this opportunity, "So, can this be called a kind of fate between you and me?"

So said.

Obviously wanting to deepen the bond with Ian.

If we talk about what the descendants of aristocrats are best at, it is definitely something they have learned and been influenced by since childhood.

"of course."

Ian answered without even thinking about it. Although he still felt that the current situation was magical, he did not dare to leave any traces due to hesitation.

Didn't he understand the little girl Morgan in front of him, and didn't he understand the bad woman Morgan he knew? God knows whether this was something that had happened a long time ago or was happening now.

If it's the former, that's fine.

But if it is the latter... the little wizard no longer dares to think about what he will face on his next journey into the mysterious fantasy world. It may be that his fate is changed and he will become a "red-name" teacher.

"So, can I learn your real knowledge?" The little girl Morgan didn't know Ian's mental activities, because Ian had closed his brain again at this time.

She was just a little bit immature, revealing the reason why she spoke up to get closer. The little girl, who had never been exposed to magic, probably couldn't even dream of what the real truth was. She might still be feeling strange about having the same name as an elder of a powerful wizard.

"Of course."

Ian nodded again without hesitation, "I can teach you all my knowledge. After all, my teacher has selflessly taught me everything she has learned throughout her life."

The little wizard said this from the bottom of his heart.

but.

"What's the price?"

Although the little girl Morgan's eyes were filled with joy, she was still cautious and traditional in her thinking.

"You have to sign a contract with me."

Ian's plan was finally revealed.

Upon hearing this, the little girl Morgan frowned immediately.

"What contract? A contract of allegiance?"

She was obviously resistant to this kind of thing.

"No, it's a vow not to hurt each other forever. This is a necessary measure. I think you, who are born into a noble family, should understand." Ian wanted to give himself a real guarantee. He was not a coward, he just didn't want to fight with his teacher. Yes, that's right, he was such a thoughtful person.

"No problem, but I don't know magic. Although I have been secretly exposed to relevant knowledge, I have only learned some useless things. This is related to the fact that I cannot enter the forbidden book room in our house."

The little girl Morgan nodded, agreeing with Ian's words. She turned her head to look in the direction of the pigpen, and her voice was filled with some admiration and yearning for magic.

And a little nervousness that Ian might dislike me.

"I will guide you."

Ian couldn't wait.

His hand was pointed at the ground beside him, which was shining coldly in the moonlight. A knight's sword lay quietly there, and the shining sword blade was reflecting the faint moonlight.

"Transfiguration has been one of the skills that we wizards are most proud of since ancient times." Ian whispered to the little girl Morgan. As he mobilized the magic power in his body, it seemed as if an invisible force was flowing in the air. The sword he was aiming at gradually lost its metallic luster, and its shape began to twist and change.

Yes.

Casting spells without a wand.

This is a skill that Ian has now mastered. For a wizard, the magic wand is more of an [amplifier and stabilizer]. When he does not need to use his full strength, he no longer relies on the magic wand.

I saw.

Under the surprised gaze of the little girl Morgan, the hilt of the sword slowly shrank and the blade gradually shortened, eventually turning into a magic wand that was almost as tall as the little girl Morgan.

Or it should be called a staff.

Ian had studied the history of alchemy quite well, so he knew what was popular in this era. As expected, the little girl Morgan exclaimed immediately after recognizing the thing.

"You used an ordinary sword to transform into a priceless staff!?" In response to Ian's move, the little girl Morgan's voice and Riddle's gasp were heard at the same time.

"It's really a monster..."

He lay on the ground and murmured.

Compared to the legendary witch who had not yet come into contact with magic, he could better feel the magical power of the staff. This operation that violated the law of transformation made him feel incredible no matter how many times he watched it.

"It's just a small trick."

Ian rarely enjoys showing off so much.

"bring it on."

Ian handed the staff to the little girl Morgan. While the little girl Morgan was still curiously observing the staff in her hand, Ian had already raised one hand and gave her a look.

"what?"

The little girl Morgan also raised her hand in confusion and placed her palm against Ian's.

"This is the oath magic that I have improved. It does not require witnesses and can only be completed under the witness of fate. It is a truly unbreakable oath."

"Because of this, its effectiveness will last for a long time, until the end of eternity." Ian explained the interests involved clearly and did not choose to directly deceive the contract.

He was able to improve this kind of magic thanks to the Blood Covenant given by Aurora.

"can."

Morgan's response was straightforward. Ian then took out his wand and pointed it at his palm. Morgan followed suit and lifted the heavy staff with her other hand.

"What should I do next?"

She asked nervously.

“Just feel it.”

Ian whispered.

next moment.

He said the content of the oath and asked the little girl Morgan to repeat it. Then, a thin golden light began to entangle and bind between the two people's palms.

"This……"

Morgan's eyes were filled with shock, not only because she felt the magic herself, but she also felt that the magic power in her body began to flow under Ian's guidance.

Such means.

This made the young girl feel once again how extraordinary the teacher she had picked up was. As the oath was completed, an invisible force seemed to permeate the air.

The fate of the two people has since become specially connected... It was a magical feeling, and while Morgan was still savoring it, Ian had already let go and refused to give Morgan the chance to take advantage of him.

"very good."

He was finally able to secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. With this layer of insurance, he was not so worried about his next trip to the misty fantasy land.

Looking at the little girl in front of him who was still somewhat excited, Ian was also quite emotional. As expected, children are always easier to deal with, just like in the Marvel movies, the easiest way to kill Thanos is to strangle Thanos when he is still a baby.

"You call me teacher, and I call you Ms. Morgan. Let's talk about our own affairs." With the protection of the contract, Ian became a little tougher, but it was obvious that he was not completely tough yet.

"Why not Miss Morgan?"

Little Morgan was not quite satisfied with Ian's address.

"Okay, then Miss Morgan."

Ian didn't hesitate and changed his words as he said, which made little Morgan's eyes narrow into crescent shapes with joy. The bad woman in her childhood was indeed quite cute.

"Let's find us a place to settle down first." Ian rubbed his brows, wanting some personal time to sort out his thoughts. He was still somewhat amazed by what was happening now.

He became his teacher's teacher. So.

The cheap senior sister of the Queen is not the cheap senior sister of the Queen, but his own granddaughter? This is too confusing. Even he who holds the power of paradox is difficult to understand the paradox problem caused by time travel. Of course, this is probably because he has not obtained this power for long enough.

"no problem!"

Little Morgan patted her chest which had not yet straightened up, still feeling unsatisfied. She looked at the wand in her hand which was gradually disappearing, and then looked at the wand in Ian's hand.

"I actually like small spellcasting tools like this."

She seemed to be hinting at Ian's own demands.

Ian rolled his eyes after hearing this.

really.

Women's words are deceiving. What the future Morgan despises most is the magic wand. The current Morgan doesn't really like it, he just simply thinks that this small magic wand may be more advanced.

He was already reading minds.

Gradually I became bolder.

"I'll make a suitable wand for you, of course, after I've rested well." Ian's hint was very clear, and little Morgan understood it immediately.

"This way."

She wanted to take Ian out of the farm immediately.

but.

When she reached the door, she still expressed her concern for her guards, "My two knights...are they dead? If they are dead, please allow me to bury them in the pigsty."

"I think I will continue with my experiment. Perhaps their heroic spirits can be reincarnated into the belly of my experimental pig." It can only be said that not everyone can think of such a brainwave.

Young Morgan was concerned about his guards.

But apparently not much.

Bad women have a heart that is not so true, good and beautiful since childhood.

"You want to get a boar pregnant?"

Ian's expression was a little strange.

He really couldn't understand what the purpose of such an experiment was.

Little Morgan saw his teacher's confusion.

"No, actually my goal is to research a way to make men pregnant. If men can get pregnant, then I will become the world's largest slave owner."

"Here, slaves are equivalent to gold coins." Her answer seemed to make some sense, but the more I thought about it, the more it felt weird.

"What a great secret to getting rich... great!" Ian could only respond with a thumbs up. He really wanted to know whether such a method had been developed in the end.

And at this time.

Riddle's voice suddenly rang out.

"I actually know an island full of the gold coins you want." He obviously wanted to make up for his loss and make up for the bad impression he had just left.

Only a dark wizard would understand how miserable it would be to be hated by a legendary dark wizard.

"Shut up, has the dark magic damaged your brain?" Ian didn't want to change such a huge historical process. He glared fiercely at Riddle who was lying on the ground.

Riddle immediately shrank his neck.

"Yes, black magic has indeed damaged my brain. My actions just now were all affected by black magic. Black magic is really terrible!"

He was still speaking at the top of his voice.

It was obvious that he wanted little Morgan to hear it.

"..."

Ian was speechless at Riddle, who was even more cowardly than him.

"Wake up, you are the Dark Lord."

He reminded Riddle seriously.

Never thought about it.

Riddle heard this.

He looked at Ian first, then at Morgan.

"hehe."

He just let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Abbreviated as wry smile.

This was an expression Ian could never achieve no matter how hard he practiced. Ian wanted to ask for advice, but then he saw that little Morgan was already trying to drag the knight into the pigsty.

"Your guards are not dead yet."

"They were just cast under a petrification spell. This magic can freeze the movements of a creature, but it won't cause much damage. Just take a little potion."

talking.

Ian took out two bottles of potion, walked forward, removed the knights' helmets, and poured the potion into the two knights' mouths. Soon, the stiff bodies of the two knights began to recover.

“He’s not dead!”

It was hard to tell whether Morgan's voice expressed surprise or regret.

It makes people feel complicated.

"I can teach you this magic."

Ian wanted little Morgan to learn magic step by step.

however.

Little Morgan's attitude was very firm.

"No, I want to learn that...the green killing curse you just used. This world is too dangerous, and I need dangerous magic to protect myself."

Her tone revealed a maturity and decisiveness that was inconsistent with her age.

"Very good, you are worthy of being... a member of our faction, as good as me." What else could Ian say but praise him. His remarks made Riddle, who was finally able to get up, complain wildly in his heart.

"You start by learning Avada, and you still say I'm the Dark Lord?" He felt extremely aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only silently clean up the dirt on his body.

The two knights gradually recovered.

However, they did not continue to be hostile to Ian and Riddle - even though they were slightly petrified, their ears were still quite good, and they knew who had saved them from being sent to the pigsty to feed the pigs.

For the little master of my own home.

They dare not resent.

But for Ian who saved their lives.

They do have some gratitude.

"There is another person over there. Is he also your apprentice?" Little Morgan looked at Malfoy on the ground with some curiosity. The robe the person was wearing was similar to Ian's.

Like some kind of formal robe.

"No, that's his servant."

Ian pointed to Riddle, who had cleaned up.

"Why don't you just hold your servants accountable?"

He spoke to Riddle in dissatisfaction.

Riddle had no choice but to carry the unconscious Malfoy.

"It's strange that servants also have servants." Little Morgan looked at Riddle and Malfoy in surprise, and felt that he seemed to have gained some useless knowledge.

"Hey~"

When Riddle heard Little Morgan addressing him, he did not refute, but he felt bitter in his heart and expression, as the "Paradox Angel" who was resurrected by Ian using paradox.

He and Malfoy could indeed be considered Ian's servants. Of course, it was not wrong to say that Malfoy was his servant if he took out Voldemort's number.

The night is as thick as ink.

Amid Riddle's self-pity and longing for Hogwarts, Morgan took Ian, two knights, and Riddle, who was carrying Malfoy, out of the silent farm.

Three horses stood quietly in the moonlight, one of which was a white horse that was particularly eye-catching. Its hair shone with a silver luster in the dim light, as if it was a divine horse from a fairy tale. Little Morgan stood beside the horse, stroking its mane with his little hand, his eyes full of pride, and introduced it to Ian.

"This is my horse, named Scourge."

It is difficult to evaluate the naming level of little Morgan.

"Teacher, please ride it."

Fortunately, little Morgan still knows what it means to respect his teachers.

"No, no, no, forget it. You ride and I'll ride the horse next to you."

Ian also knows how to respect his teachers.

At the same time, he didn't intend to give any chance to the bad woman in the future. Morgan blinked after hearing this, a little confused, but still stepped on the back of a knight and climbed onto the horse neatly. Her movements were skillful and smooth, like a rider who had been in the battlefield for a long time. The moonlight on her body was very harmonious.

Riddle had originally planned to ride a horse, but when his eyes met Ian's, Ian's seemingly gentle yet meaningful eyes made him shiver involuntarily.

Some things.

Understood in seconds.

Needless to say.

Riddle obediently rolled off the horse and walked to Ian, acting as a footstool like the knight just now, helping Ian climb onto the horse's back.

Riddle stood up and rubbed his sore wrist, feeling unwilling and frustrated. However, when he met Ian's eyes again, he understood immediately and walked in front of the horse.

The hooves were particularly clear in the silent night, and the "da da da" sound was like a unique nocturne. The moonlight shone on them, stretching their shadows long and projecting them on the ground, like a mysterious silhouette painting. Ian sat on the horse's back, enjoying the night scenery around him.

The breeze gently blew across his face, bringing a faint scent of flowers and earth.

“It’s a real treat.”

He couldn't ride a horse, so of course he needed someone to lead the horse.

"You certainly enjoyed it."

Riddle was very reluctant to act as the horseman, holding the reins tightly in his hands, and almost came up with a golden phrase like "Ten years in the east, ten years in the west".

But he dared not disobey Ian's orders and could only endure the humiliation silently. Everything was just for survival. Living in Ian's paradox is also a kind of eternal life.

The Dark Lord comforted himself in this way.

And the next moment.

Ian sat on the horse, enjoying the service of being led by the horse, and he exclaimed in a way that made it difficult for Riddle to hold back. "Look, I have servants to lead the horse, nobles to lead the way, and all I need is to wear a black robe and become a mysterious wizard. I can feel the romance of the Middle Ages. This is a story that only exists in the legend of Merlin!"

As he spoke, he actually took out a black robe and put it on.

"..."

Not only was Riddle's mouth twitching, his heart was twitching as well. The swords and magic of the Middle Ages were certainly a romantic sentiment, and he also had a yearning for this era.

however.

Who would have thought.

One day he did arrive at this time.

However, in such a story, he is just a lowly groom and servant. Yes, there is romance in the Middle Ages, but he is not the one who feels the romance.

and.

He will never be able to turn over.

"Fairness, freedom, equality... I miss Hogwarts so much." Why is it that suffering can change a person the most? Riddle, who was born evil, actually felt a little enlightened at this moment.

In their teens.

It's time to cry out loud.

If there is any choice.

Riddle really just wanted to stay in the diary.

It's so scary out there.

(End of this chapter)