Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 209 208: Morgan's response! The Dark Lord's trick!

The night is getting darker.

The stars dot the sky like diamonds, twinkling with gentle light. In this era before the industrial reform, the night sky is as clean as an amazing curtain.

Ian and Riddle followed Miss Morgan through a dense forest. The gravel road under their feet gradually became wider and flatter. The trees on both sides of the road were tall and old, with intertwined branches and leaves. As they went deeper, the outline of a magnificent castle appeared in the distance. It was a magnificent and ancient building.

The pointed tower reaches into the sky with colorful flags flying above it. It is less mysterious than the Hogwarts castle, but more majestic and solemn like a legend.

"Welcome to my home, my most respected teacher." The young Morgan rolled off the horse in a very heroic manner, with a hint of ostentatious pride in his tone.

She handed the horse to the waiting servant, ignored the servant's eyes looking at Ian and the other two, made a gesture of invitation to Ian, and began to lead the way.

Maybe it’s returning home where the red tape is heavy.

The princess began to pretend.

Her steps became somewhat aristocratic and elegant, as if every step was carefully calculated, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, making a slight rustling sound.

"Click~"

The castle gate slowly opened.

Everyone was greeted by maids in gorgeous uniforms. They were well-trained and respectful. Unlike the servants outside, these maids did not show much curiosity about Ian and the other two.

In the eyes of these "insiders" of the little princesses, their masters would go out every now and then to look for so-called wizards, but most of the ones they encountered were swindlers.

Therefore.

These maids may not be familiar with other skills, but they are very skilled in digging pits and burying people. One of the maids secretly glanced at Ian and felt a little sorry for the boy's appearance.

"Go over here, don't wake up my father and mother, they don't like me bringing people back." Little Morgan noticed the maid's strangeness and warned her with her eyes. Then, as if nothing had happened, she enthusiastically led Ian and Ian's servants to her "territory" in the castle.

This is located on the west side of the castle.

The view outside was wide, and one could see the beautiful scenery of the entire castle manor. The luxury inside the castle was far beyond Ian's imagination. In the spacious hall, the crystal chandeliers emitted brilliant light, illuminating every corner. Those crystals were genuine natural crystals, and there were candles on them.

On the well-painted walls, there are also exquisite oil paintings hanging. The characters in the paintings are lifelike. Except for the fact that they do not move, the painter's painting skills are absolutely outstanding.

"Your house is so big, is this what it means to be a noble?" The floor was covered with thick carpet, soft and comfortable. Ian's feet made almost no sound when he stepped on it.

It is hard to imagine that ancient people could live such a luxurious life in an era of low productivity.

"My father is very powerful." Little Morgan may not know the future fate of her family. She only knows that as a duke, her father is already at the top of the power pyramid in this world.

It wasn't that the young future legendary witch liked to show off, but she understood through Ian's previous communication with her that she needed to show Ian the value of her family.

"Strong? This will indeed save me a lot of trouble." Ian chuckled and gave a straightforward response. He was indeed thinking about using the power of this era to find a time converter.

As for how to deal with a duke?
There are too many ways for a legendary wizard to do this. However, considering the Duke's identity as Morgan's father, Ian cannot use Riddle to cast the Imperius Curse for him.

of course.

Aristocrats must know a lot of aristocrats.

It would be best if I could run into a few tyrannical nobles.

"Can you stay here tonight?" Little Morgan took Ian to a room with a carved wooden door and furniture that were all exquisite and luxurious.

A large bed was placed in the middle of the room, which could accommodate at least 20 people. It was covered with soft silk bedding and there was an exquisite table lamp at the head of the bed.

In addition to the exquisite furniture, the space is larger than it appears from the outside.

The inside is bigger than the outside.

There are obviously traces of magic.

It was obviously not a lie when little Morgan said that he had a wizard worshipped in his family.

"Of course, I'm very satisfied with your arrangement." Ian was a little amazed at the luxury of the room, but on the surface he still had to remain calm and maintain the image of a mysterious wizard who was accustomed to the world.

"As long as you like it, I hope you have a good dream tonight." Little Morgan showed her sense of propriety. She could feel that Ian was tired from the journey, so she bowed slightly and left the room. She looked back at Ian who was looking out the window, and then took the worried Riddle to another room.

Seeing little Morgan leave.

Ian slowly closed the door. He did not appreciate the scenery outside, nor did he enjoy the comfortable big bed in the room. Instead, he took out his wand as if in a hurry.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

He whispered a spell, and a silver light burst out from the tip of the wand, and the light floated in the air like a thread. More and more silver threads appeared, intertwining and entwining in the air, gradually outlining a vague outline. The threads continued to dance, outlining a slender waist, flowing long hair, and a face that he was very familiar with.

"Ariana, I need you to ask the teacher something for me." Ian spoke nervously and told the girl, who tilted her head in confusion, about his outrageous experience.

"This is really... amazing!" Ariana couldn't help but sigh, her eyes widened. She was also surprised at Ian's encounter with Ms. Morgan in the past time and space.

The girl got back into her wand.

In fact, it is a return to a hazy fantasy world.

Ian waited nervously.

One minute.

five minutes.

The response he urgently needed came quickly, the magic wand worked on its own and the thread reappeared, but this time it only outlined a line of words in the air.

“Follow history.”

This was not Ariana's handwriting.

It was the work of... the legendary black witch. Ian was somewhat stunned that Morgan actually wore the ring he gave her and established a connection with him through the Patronus Charm.

"What does it mean……"

There was no time to think too much. Ian stared at the gradually disappearing words and felt that there was some deep meaning in them, but it was a little hard for him to figure it out for a moment.

Conforming to what history?
Everything that is happening now?
Or did the legendary witch not want Ian to interfere with the course of history in the past and change the birth of King Arthur? To be honest, this is indeed a question that Ian can't help but think about.

……

Just as the little wizard was trying to figure out his teacher's deeper meaning.

Another corner of the castle.

Riddle was given his own bedroom.

It was equally spacious and bright. Although the decoration in the room was not as luxurious as Ian's, it was definitely a room for entertaining distinguished guests. Little Morgan certainly would not look down on a wizard.

Even though this wizard was a servant.

"Miss Morgan, you are so generous. It is an honor for me to live in such a place." Riddle bowed deeply and put on his humble and gentle disguise again.

"You're welcome. This is proper etiquette."

Facing this wizard who had cursed her in various ways and was full of malice before, little Morgan smiled and responded politely. She showed the true good qualities of a noble. She would not be complacent because of the compliments of others, nor would she be angry because of the rudeness of others - at least on the surface.

I'm afraid only Ian could guess what the young bad woman was thinking.

"I apologize for my previous disrespect and offense. Really, the evil black magic has corroded my brain. I hope you don't take it to heart." Riddle was still trying to save his image. He even did not hesitate to belittle himself and the black magic he had always advocated.

Timid? No.

It’s from the heart!
"Your attitude... is really interesting." Little Morgan could of course sense Riddle's change. She looked thoughtfully at Riddle deeply before turning and leaving.

in situ.

Only Riddle and the unconscious Malfoy who needed Riddle's care were left. Looking at the little girl leaving, Riddle breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Malfoy who he was carrying again.

He began to make new plans in his complicated heart.

Just as the Dark Lord was thinking, it was late at night and only a faint candlelight was left in the castle. Miss Morgan sat alone in her bedroom, holding an ancient book in her hand. She was reading taboo knowledge. The method she used to transform the pigs was obviously from the book she was reading.

Her bedroom was equally luxurious, with portraits of her family ancestors on the walls and precious books and works of art on the bookshelves. However, her eyes always stayed on the book in her hand.

After a long time.

"Today is such an unexpected day." Perhaps because he could no longer concentrate, little Morgan closed the book in his hand. The cover of the book had gold-plated words.

Dark Bible

I dedicate this book to those who are willing to plunge into darkness for the sake of light - the words on the cover are almost worn out, but you can still see its exquisite workmanship.

"My teacher...what a strange fate." The huge window was open, and the breeze blew gently, and the gauze curtains fluttered in the wind. Miss Morgan sat on the bed, holding the Dark Bible in her hand, whispering softly, she looked up at the window, and the stars outside the window twinkled as if telling the mystery of the universe.

"I actually found a powerful wizard to teach me magic." Little Morgan had no doubt about Ian's ability, and it was not just because of the shock Ian brought to her on the farm before.

The young witch withdrew her gaze and looked down at the cover of the Dark Bible. Next to the gold-plated text, there was a line of small words, which was the author's name.

"You must be very old."

She was still mumbling to herself.

I saw.

Miss Morgan gently stroked the spine of the book, her fingertips lingering on the author's name - Medivh. This special name was particularly eye-catching in the candlelight.

The witch's premonition is taking effect.

She can feel it.

This will be the name and... puzzle that will run through my life.

As the night deepened, the castle was silent. Miss Morgan gently closed the Dark Bible and put it back into the secret compartment of the bookshelf. She walked to the bed, lay on the soft silk blanket, and closed her eyes. However, everything that happened today was still echoing in her mind, and her heart was full of expectations and uneasiness about the future.

"How will tomorrow start?" She asked silently in her heart, and then gradually fell asleep. The night always passed by without most people noticing.

The morning sun shone into the room through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and Ian woke up from the soft silk bedding. He stretched out, feeling the softness of the mattress under him and the faint scent of incense in the room.

look around.

The young wizard still couldn't believe that he was sleeping in an ancient castle. Of course, Hogwarts was also an ancient castle, but it was completely different from the unbelievable feeling of being in the past.

“It’s been a dream journey.”

Ian sighed softly, then stood up, dressed, and after a quick wash, he walked out of the room full of anticipation, ready to explore this new era.

Dragons and magic.

Knights and wizards.

The brilliant era will truly unfold before his eyes. Isn't this the best way to learn history? As soon as he stepped out of the door, Ian smelled a strange smell.

It was like the pungent smell of some boiled herbs, mixed with an indescribable fishy sweetness.

"Potion?" Following the smell, Ian saw Riddle squatting by the window, concentrating on mixing the potion, with all kinds of strange-shaped bottles placed on the ground.

"Where did you get the materials?"

Ian looked at Riddle with some surprise as he was tinkering with the black magic ritual. He could even only roughly understand Riddle's finished product. After all, the half-blood prince had not taught him the black magic knowledge involved.

"There are wizards in this castle." Riddle looked up and saw that it was Ian. An unnatural look flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

He did not directly answer the question about the source of his materials, perhaps because the Dark Lord was ashamed to mention that he was a thief.

"Use dark magic to deal with the influence of dark magic?" Ian could roughly judge what Riddle was brewing, but he didn't quite understand why Riddle was brewing this thing.

This guy is clearly in great shape. He can lead a horse for more than ten kilometers in one breath without even taking a breath!

"Although Malfoy was resurrected by you, since Helpo's transformation of him was not complete, he still has big problems, so I am trying to save him."

Riddle had thought deeply about this last night.

This was his plan.

"what?"

Ian raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You... actually prepared a potion to cure Malfoy? Is this still the Tom Riddle I know?"

The little wizard's tone was full of amazement.

Facing Ian's teasing.

Riddle forced a smile as he operated.

"After all, he is my servant. I can't just watch him remain unconscious, right?" Riddle explained righteously, his tone revealing a rare sense of responsibility.

He had good reasons.

but.

However, Ian couldn't help but look the Dark Lord up and down.

"Riddle, you've changed." Ian suddenly said, with a hint of relief in his tone. "You've actually started to have a sense of responsibility, which really makes me look at you in a new light."

The little wizard gave a thumbs up.

Riddle responded with another forced smile.

but.

He didn't dare to look Ian in the eye for too long. How could the Dark Lord be so kind? He was Voldemort, the evil villain that frightened countless people!

Conscience discovery?

nonexistent!

Riddle knew that he had his own plan!

The Malfoy family is loyal to him! Therefore, now, the Malfoy family should take their due responsibilities. The Dark Lord's servants who used to be his shell must suffer for the great Dark Lord!
Yes! ...Malfoy must become the groom of the damn Dark Lord! In this way! The Dark Lord can consider what the Dark Lord should consider! This is what Riddle thought. He really showed his amazing wisdom last night, and he also chose to maintain his status by elevating Ian.

Of course, the Dark Lord is still invincible.

However, if the enemy comes from the sky, then there is nothing we can do. Riddle regained his confidence last night and showed strong psychological adjustment ability.

The so-called extraordinary talent.

Maybe that's it.

(End of this chapter)