Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 210 209: Lost power, the work of the mysterious department?

Ian didn't care what tricks Riddle was thinking of. There was no way the paradox slaves could escape his control. Now some little wizards whose stomachs were growling were most concerned about what to eat for breakfast.

He did not see the owner of the castle. The legendary Duke did not seem to be at home. Fortunately, Morgan got up earlier than him and had asked the servants to prepare breakfast for him in advance.

Under Morgan's arrangement, Ian was led to an elegantly decorated restaurant. The table was laid with a variety of exquisite tableware, and the steaming food exuded an enticing aroma.

The food includes traditional bread, lamb, cheese, as well as carefully prepared fried eggs and fresh fruits. Each dish exudes a classic flavor.

Perhaps this combination is not as good as that of Hogwarts, but being able to enjoy such food in ancient times when food was scarce is definitely a very happy thing.

"At least the bread is soft." Ian's expression and demeanor were seen by Morgan the whole time, which made little Morgan realize that his teacher's past life might be more extravagant than he imagined.

As a powerful wizard.

Not surprising.

Little Morgan was thinking in his mind.

After breakfast, Ian walked out of the restaurant and saw Riddle still concentrating on brewing potions. He looked so focused that everything around him had nothing to do with him. Ian did not disturb him and walked straight out of the castle. He wanted to see the morning of this era, and Morgan, who was dressed in decent clothes, followed him.

but.

The castle's steward tried to stop it.

"Oh, Your Highness, you are wearing the same clothes you wore last week. If people outside see you, they will think your father is very harsh on you."

The butler was not targeting Ian. He was used to Ian's appearance, perhaps because Morgan often brought back "wizards". He stopped Morgan only because of his clothes.

"I like this black dress, and we're just walking around the house." Morgan looked at her clothes and gave the butler an unsatisfactory answer.

However, the butler nodded reluctantly.

he left.

Only Morgan, who was pouting a little, and Ian, who was secretly smacking his lips, were left. What do you mean by wearing something last week and not wearing it this week? Is this the legendary luxury of the nobles?
The little wizard now understands why the quality of luxury clothes in later generations is so poor that they will be ruined after just one wash in the washing machine. It turns out that the length of time they are worn is a tribute to the great nobles of ancient times.

"I've learned a lot."

Led by Morgan, Ian came to the grass outside the castle. The weather was good today. The morning sun shone through the mist on the ancient castle, and the soft light gave the magnificent building a golden glow. In the woods outside the castle, the chirping of birds intertwined into a beautiful movement.

Passing through a neatly trimmed garden, Ian saw a training ground where the knights under the Duke were conducting their daily training.

Their movements were in unison, and every swing of the sword and every step was full of power and rhythm. Ian noticed that the physiques of these knights were far superior to those of ordinary people. Their muscles were clearly defined, and their movements were swift and precise, as if every inch of their bodies contained extremely powerful strength.

Ian even saw the huge rocks that these knights used for training. They weighed at least one ton, but they were able to lift them like barbells and do strength training in groups of dozens.

All I can say is that these people are simply beasts in human form.

Such a magical scene made him unable to help but smack his lips once again.

"Have these knights' bodies been magically transformed?" Ian couldn't help but make a guess. Since there were no shirtless people, he couldn't check whether the knights had any magical transformations.

"Ok?"

Little Morgan was stunned when she heard her new teacher asking. She looked at Ian in surprise, "They are all knights who practice the Knight's Breathing Method. Through this breathing method, knights can constantly temper their bodies and stimulate their potential. Almost all great nobles will train their own knights."

This is common knowledge in the whole world. Little Morgan didn't expect Ian to be so amazed by this. But after she thought about it, she realized what was going on.

Judging from the time when "The Dark Bible" was written, his teacher must be very, very old. Perhaps his long period of isolation from the world has made him little aware of changes in the outside world.

After all, the Knight's Breathing Method has only become popular in recent years. It comes from the legendary wizard who has become famous in recent decades. It seems that my teacher mentioned the name of that legendary wizard last night.

I thought so in my heart.

Little Morgan then gave Ian a detailed explanation, "Only the most talented knights can learn the Knight's Breathing Method, because a lot of precious body-refining materials are used in the practice. Even our family can only train a few hundred knights, and even the king has only more than a thousand real knights."

There was some emotion in her tone.

After hearing this, Ian looked at the knights in training again. Looking at one humanoid beast after another, he couldn't help but feel once again how magical this age of swords and magic is.

At the end of the twentieth century.

Ian had never seen any information about this so-called breathing method that ordinary people could learn, and he didn't know why it was lost, or whether places like the Department of Mysteries deliberately covered it up. Just like other things they had covered up, some real history was buried in secrets that no one knew.

"No wonder my good brother Arthur can fight a dragon alone."

Ian thought thoughtfully.

He didn't know the reason why the breathing method was submerged, but he could feel that this era was indeed an era where swords and magic coexisted, full of mystery and power.

"What Arthur?"

Little Morgan heard Ian's mumbling and was quite curious.

Ian turned and looked at the young witch.

"Oh, yes, he is our good brother." He changed his words, but this left little Morgan confused. He thought for a long time but couldn't remember that he had ever known such a person.

Just when the young witch was about to ask.

Ian had moved on.

The two left the training ground and walked along a path to the river outside the castle. The river water was crystal clear and the breeze blew, causing ripples on the water.

Fish swam happily in it, and Ian also saw some green crayfish. Beside this stream, there were dozens of small raised mounds of earth.

"What's inside?"

Ian's eyes twitched a little.

"They are the teachers... that I found before." Little Morgan responded hesitantly. Seeing Ian's expression change slightly, she immediately explained.

"They are all liars who try to deceive me and take my money. They are not real wizards, and certainly not my real teachers." Little Morgan's tone was a little annoyed.

She obviously did not have the guilt that she should have for killing someone. Instead, she seemed to feel it was justified. It can only be said that the bad woman's grudge and desire for revenge have been evident since she was a child.

"Then I have to be thankful that I'm a real wizard, otherwise I would have to sleep in there too." Ian was somewhat thankful that he had signed a contract with Morgan last night. He wasn't afraid of Morgan's revenge now, but who knows if the Morgan lying in the hazy illusion would bear a grudge for the rest of his life.

"You are different from those liars."

Little Morgan didn't know how to respond, and could only emphasize that Ian was not a liar.

"I'm also different from most wizards."

Standing here, Ian couldn't help but look back at the towering castle. Suddenly, he was surprised to find that the appearance of the castle was exactly the same as the dark castle he had seen in the hazy fantasy before.

"So, this place also carries the teacher's past that he cannot let go of." The young wizard pondered in his heart. He felt that he had been able to glimpse Morgan's deepest secrets.

Looking at the somewhat nervous young witch beside him, he suddenly said, "Ms. Morgan, I want to know, have you ever tried to learn magic by yourself?"

Little Morgan was slightly stunned by the little wizard's sudden question.

but.

She quickly and honestly answered, "My family didn't support me learning magic, so the wizards at home were almost unwilling to communicate with me. But I have always been curious about and yearning for magic, so I could only explore on my own and collect some learning materials about magic through various channels."

talking.

Little Morgan showed his achievements to his cheap teacher.

She slowly stretched out her hand and waved her fingertips lightly. A wisp of flame ignited out of thin air and quickly went out. Then, she waved her hand lightly again, and the clear river water seemed to be given life, rippling gently in circles, and then turned into strands of silk threads, rushing into the air and gathering into a stream of water controlled by her.

have to say.

Talent is indeed very important. At Morgan's age, many wizards have not even experienced a burst of magic power. Even wizards who have experienced a burst of magic power find it difficult to control their magic power. But this young witch is different. Not only can she control magic power, she can also find ways to manipulate elements by herself.

Gifted.

The clues are already visible.

"very good."

Ian exclaimed in praise from the bottom of his heart.

"And, and." Little Morgan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ian's praise, in order to make his teacher realize his potential to the greatest extent.

She performed again, and there was a fluctuation of magical power. The next moment, the fresh grass on the ground began to wither, and in the blink of an eye it turned into black ashes.

This is black magic.

Not considered advanced.

But it was definitely not some entry-level magic. Little Morgan was much more skilled in manipulating this magic than the previous tricks, which made Ian feel a little familiar.

"Good, very good, very good, you have some of my style!" Ian gave a thumbs up. He also had some understanding of little Morgan's talent in black magic.

He is only two or three levels lower than him.

Don't think this is Versailles.

This is already a serious compliment. For Ian, the dark arts is his most talented category, and he is far ahead of others.

"You don't mind the dark arts?"

Morgan's uneasiness was completely relieved after seeing Ian's reaction. She was quite curious. After all, black magic was easily despised in any era. "Heh."

Ian chuckled.

Staring at the young witch in front of him.

"Of course I don't reject it, because... I am the black magic itself." He was not bragging, but stating the facts. His calm words made little Morgan's heart surge with passion.

It turned out that the person I was worshipping was a master of black magic!

"Then, teacher, can you teach me more black magic?" It can only be said that if you are not from the same family, you will not be able to enter the same door. Such a strange master-disciple relationship must be a spiritual fit.

Little Morgan is also full of yearning for black magic.

There is no other reason.

The black magic is powerful enough.

In her eyes, it has far higher prospects than white magic.

"Let's start with a simpler magic. Um, the magic you wanted to learn last night. It's the most basic magic and also the magic you need when you go out."

Ian spoke softly.

He raised his index finger again.

at the same time.

Little Morgan only felt a chill trembling in his heart.

"Feel this murderous intent and appreciate its charm. This is - Avada Kedavra." Ian spoke softly, and his index finger once again pressed against little Morgan's forehead.

By the trickling river.

The fish are swimming and the birds are singing.

The teacher taught his apprentice the first magic.

The magic of the story begins.

……

At the other end of the castle.

Duke of Tintagel, Goroas, the ruler of Cornwall, was sitting in his luxuriously decorated study, brows furrowed, playing with a ring inlaid with a dazzling gem in his hand.

The windows of this study are half-open, and the sunlight coming in is cut into mottled light and shadow by the exquisite curtains, forming a sharp contrast with the heavy atmosphere inside.

"What on earth does Uther Pendragon mean by writing a letter specifically praising my wife?"

Goroas sat on a high-back chair in the study, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking through the window at the distant mountains, or in other words, looking towards the direction of the royal city. This study was extremely luxuriously decorated, with portraits of ancestors hanging on the walls and precious ancient books and artworks on the bookshelves.

However, at this moment, he had no intention of appreciating these things, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something. At this moment, a sudden shadow appeared beside the wall.

It blocked the sunlight that was originally pouring into the room. Duke Goroas did not feel strange about this, but just looked at the figure in the shadow with some surprise.

"Is something wrong?"

he asked.

The figure in the shadows also gave an answer, "Your daughter, Miss Morgan, brought back three men last night, and the knights who followed her were fed a potion that made them forget their memories."

The man in the shadows could not be identified as a man or a woman just by his voice. He whispered the news about Miss Morgan bringing back Ian and the other two, as well as the fate of the two knights who unfortunately had their memories forgotten.

After hearing the news, the Grand Duke was silent for a moment, then he spoke with some emotion, "My daughter, Morgan, has matured so early. She knows how to keep a male lover at such a young age. This is really beyond my expectation. It seems that it is time to arrange for someone to give her targeted training."

have to say.

This may be a father who is too open-minded.

Hear the words.

The figure in the shadows was also silenced.

He really couldn't understand why the Duke came to such a conclusion.

Got a problem with your brain?

She was just a little girl of a few years old!

"What are the origins of those three men?" Goroas shook the red wine glass and laughed for a while, then suddenly stopped smiling and became serious.

Like doing a background check.

"Grand Duke, those three are wizards."

The figure in the shadows spoke in an unusually serious tone.

Duke Goroas also frowned after hearing this.

"Did she really find a real wizard?" Duke Goroas' eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity. Although he was a duke and held enormous power and wealth, he knew very well that matters involving wizards were never trivial. The magical power of wizards far exceeded that of ordinary people, and the slightest carelessness could lead to unpredictable consequences.

"Yes, Grand Duke. The origins of the three people are unknown. Their magic power is very strong. One of them is a child in his teens. He even makes me feel scared."

The figure in the shadows had obvious fluctuations in tone.

His words immediately made Duke Goroas feel a little uneasy.

"A very powerful wizard?"

The Duke's voice was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"It's more powerful than you can imagine."

The figure in the shadows gave a clear response.

This made Duke Goroas's expression change slightly. He put down the red wine glass in his hand and tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers. "I need to know their background and their purpose of approaching Morgan."

The duke couldn't help but worry.

Today's situation.

What he feared most was that people with ulterior motives would approach his family.

"This is not something we can investigate." The figure in the shadows chose to refuse the Duke's order, and his voice was somewhat solemn.

"You are not a wizard, and you don't understand how powerful that kind of wizard is. Your Excellency, Grand Duke, although our organization has a deep cooperative relationship with you, we are not your private army, and we will not die for your personal purposes. A wizard like that is fully capable of killing me and even threatening the organization behind me."

The voice in the shadows had a serious tone.

With extreme determination.

but.

Duke Goroas's expression did not change after hearing his response.

It was as if he had expected such a situation.

"I will add more money, a lot of money, just according to your previous rules." He knocked on the table again, his tone carrying a hint of inhumanity.

Hear the words.

Hearing the words "add money", the person in the shadow nodded immediately, his attitude changed 365 degrees, and his voice became respectful again.

"Praise you, your glorious Duke. Then, I will exercise the power bestowed by the fairy tale, and under the witness of the eternal raven, I will complete the task you assigned, solve the troubles of the three foreign wizards, and protect the most dazzling pearl of Cornwall!" The voice in the shadow became firm.

It seemed as if I was fully confident again.

This is completely different from the attitude he had just shown when he was afraid of the powerful wizard.

"Ah."

Duke Goroas was obviously used to it. He watched the shadow disappear from his room and played with the ring inlaid with a dazzling gem in his hand again.

"Soul Palace, such a magical organization, why is it so keen on collecting gold and gems?" His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and thought.

My thoughts drifted back to the first time I encountered this organization.

That was the day Morgan was born.

Some mysterious wizards came to the door, claiming to be from the Soul Palace hidden in fairy tales, and thought Morgan had the potential to be a great witch and needed their protection.

Duke Goroas didn't know what was wrong with these wizards' brains, but he knew that as long as they paid more money, these wizards could complete almost any task.

As for why I like money so much.

The wizards only replied, "The Lord likes sparkles." Duke Goroas didn't quite believe it, as he had come into contact with many clergymen in his life.

however.

I have never heard of any god having such a pragmatic habit. Duke Goroas believed that there was a deeper meaning behind this matter, just like the beautiful green hat that this organization gave him every year, he also felt that there was a deeper meaning behind the hat that kept him warm in winter and cool in summer.

(End of this chapter)