Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 211: Fairy Tales and Those Who Seek Them
Little Morgan's magical talent is indeed amazing.

Although she was a beginner in magic, magic like the Avada Kedavra did not stump her. After only a few hours of practice, she had mastered this powerful black magic.

Of course, Ian contributed to this, but more importantly, it was because little Morgan was gifted. He loved hunting since he was a child, and the murderous intent he developed was easily transformed into the necessary conditions for the killing curse.

"This is truly amazing." Little Morgan stared down at the hare that she had killed with magic. In front of the cold corpse, she was not at all panicked but rather seemed a little excited.

The bad woman's nature has already emerged.

"Remember, don't let the murderous intent control you, but you should control your own murderous intent. This is very important. It is an important criterion for measuring whether a wizard controls the dark magic or is controlled by the dark magic."

Ian also gave a timely reminder. After all, not everyone is like him, born immune to all the side effects of performing black magic.

"Okay, I remember."

Little Morgan seemed unusually well-behaved.

You don't have to guess to know that it's a bad boy in disguise.

Ian looked at the mound where little Morgan had buried dozens of "wizards", and then looked at little Morgan who seemed to be unsatisfied. He felt that there was still time and perhaps he could do some teaching.

"You have already mastered the Killing Curse," Ian said calmly, with his hands behind his back. "Now, I am going to teach you another spell - this is the tradition of our school."

He looked at the dozen or so mounds of earth, wanting to promote his own self-created magic that no one appreciated at Hogwarts. Perhaps the advantage of having apprentices was that he could shape their aesthetic sense of magic.

"Uh-huh!"

Little Morgan's eyes widened, full of curiosity and excitement, and her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement. Hearing Ian's words, the young witch nodded vigorously.

"I want to learn! I want to inherit the tradition! What kind of magic is it? Is it black magic too?" Her curly hair swayed in the wind, and her tone was childish.

"Strictly speaking, it can indeed be considered black magic, but compared to ordinary magic, this type of magic is more immoral and often has the characteristic of bringing disaster to the family."

"Well, this is a new category of magic that I created. Perhaps it should be called the Nine Clans Magic." Ian talked eloquently and felt that he was ready to establish his own sect.

"Nine clans magic?"

Little Morgan was a little confused after hearing this.

"Yes, this kind of magic is fine if one does not use it, but once one uses it, it will bring disaster to the ancestors and descendants, just like the killing curse just now. I have already developed a way to trace the bloodline."

"But that's not the magic you can learn now. You have to wait until you are my age to learn it. The magic I am going to teach you now belongs to the entry-level magic of the Nine Clans."

The twelve-year-old wizard raised his hand and gently waved the wand in his hand. As he moved, the soil in the cemetery began to loosen, and a pale hand stretched out from the ground, followed by the second, the third... Dozens of corpses crawled out of the graves and stood staggering in front of them.

Morgan's eyes widened, and he subconsciously took a step back. Ian didn't care, and continued to wave his wand. The corpses suddenly began to twist, and their movements gradually became smoother from stiffness, and even took on a strange rhythm. Their arms waved, their legs crossed, as if they were doing a weird dance.

"Magic to control corpses?"

Little Morgan swallowed her saliva, feeling very disgusted by the rotting dead bodies. After all, she had personally ordered each of them to be buried, and she was a little worried that these corpses still remembered the hatred they had in their lifetime.

of course.

This worry is completely unnecessary.

Corpses are just corpses, they no longer have souls, and it is impossible for them to retain any memories. No matter how miserable their deaths were, they can still dance happily under Ian's control.

"This is an advanced version of the corpse control spell - the dancing spell. Not only can it make the corpse move, but it can also gain wonderful control over the corpse, doing things that the normal corpse control spell cannot do."

Ian explained his version of advanced magic.

"Like dancing?"

Little Morgan seemed to understand something.

She looked at dozens of corpses dancing in different ways, and could probably feel how delicate Ian's control of the corpses was. Such control would be very effective if used in combat. Dozens of warriors who knew no fear, fatigue, or pain were a very powerful fighting force.

"More than that. The power of this spell lies in the fact that it is not just a simple manipulation of the corpse, but an extreme use and control of human nature."

Ian seemed to be showing off his magic.

Before little Morgan could ask.

He was already controlling dozens of corpses to make different sounds.

"Ah! Mom! Mom! I'm in so much pain!"

"Hold me! Darling! Hold me!"

"Sister! Brother! Where are you! Have you seen my head?"

……

The different voices, shrill and miserable, mixed with creepy wails, made little Morgan's scalp tingle, and he finally understood what it meant to control human nature.

She couldn't even imagine such a method. If it were used in the enemy's ancestral grave, letting the enemy see their parents and ancestors wailing like that, it would greatly weaken a person's willpower.

It was simply mental pollution! Ordinary people would probably collapse in an instant! As expected, his teacher was a serious master of black magic, a wizard who couldn't be more evil. Morgan was deeply shocked and had a deep understanding of the tradition of his school. It seemed that being weird was the characteristic of his own school.

"so amazing!"

The young witch exclaimed.

The little wizard finally found someone who knew what he was doing.

Not everyone can appreciate his art of black magic.

"It can be seen that this magic is very powerful. You are also very powerful!" Ian happily praised each other and then began to teach little Morgan the dancing spell in great detail.

He already had his own small classroom, so he was very adept at teaching the little wizard. Moreover, little Morgan's talent was much stronger than those of his classmates in his small classroom.

soon.

More than an hour later.

Little Morgan can easily control a corpse. Although he can't dance as smoothly as the corpse controlled by Ian, he can already make the corpse do the moonwalk under Ian's guidance.

Such results.

Little Morgan was excited and felt a sense of accomplishment. She even lost her initial resistance to the rotting corpses. She even complained that the legs of the corpse she controlled were too short, so she removed the legs from other corpses and attached them to the corpse she controlled. If Ian hadn't stopped her, she would have gouged out the eyes of the other corpses and stuck them all on the same face.

"We are controlling corpses, not creating Cthulhu..." Ian looked at the young witch who seemed to be unsatisfied. He knew that this girl must be a witch who was born to immerse herself in this kind of research.

She is indeed the bad girl of my childhood.

"What is Cthulhu?" Little Morgan, who had touched upon her blind spot in knowledge, showed an expression full of curiosity again. She stared at Ian in front of her with shining eyes.

"Well, how should I put it? Wait for me, I need to deal with some trouble first." Ian carefully considered his words as he walked to a tree and stepped hard into its shade.

"what!"

There were screams coming from the shadows under the trees.

"You stepped on my tail!"

The voice was panicked and a bit painful. A twisted shadow was right under Ian's feet. It tried to break free, but was firmly trampled on the ground by Ian's feet.

"Hiding aside and spying, it was quite concealed. If the sun hadn't moved several times and you hadn't moved at all, I would have hardly noticed that someone was spying on my... sect's secret technique."

Ian looked down at the shadow under his feet in surprise. He could feel that the shadow was just a kind of magic, but he felt the breath of life in this magic.

Is the magic activated?

Or is there some creature hiding in a magical disguise and protection? Faced with the unknown, the little wizard showed curiosity. He squatted down and grabbed the shadow in the shade of the tree.

He grabbed a dark ball that looked like a bubble hall in his hand. The shadow had no temperature, but Ian couldn't tell what kind of magic it was.

The shadows were twisting.

Ian simply rolled it into a ball and slammed it on the ground a few times.

The lives within it suddenly let out panicked screams.

"It shouldn't be like this! You shouldn't be able to touch me!" The struggling shadow was very shocked, and after several fruitless struggles, it suddenly let out an unbelievable cry.

"Under normal circumstances, your magical envelop would indeed put you between existence and non-existence. However, it is you who have encountered a wizard like me who is your natural nemesis."

Ian also saw something. He was right. With the power of paradox, the "Schrödinger's state" had no effect on him at all.

"Let me go! Let me go! I have no ill intentions! I was just passing by... Yes! Just passing by!" Shadow begged frantically. The current situation was completely beyond his expectations. Since he was now in the hands of the evil little wizard and was in a passive position, he would never dare to reveal the task assigned by the Duke.

"Sorry, you snooped into my secret method. What is it called? Let me think, yes, it means you have found a way to die." After studying it for a while, Ian tried to peel off the shadow in his hand to see what was hidden inside. His common sense behavior immediately caused the shadow to scream.

"No! You can't do this! I have a big influence! I have a big background! I have people above me! You must want to provoke a powerful force that you can't afford to provoke!"

The shadow attempted to intimidate the young wizard.

Coincidentally.

The little wizard is least afraid of intimidation.

He is not even from this era. When the time comes, he will just find the time converter and leave. No matter how powerful the forces of this era are, what do they have to do with him, a person who lives more than a thousand years later?
Moreover.

"Sorry, you have someone above you, but above me... there is no one." Ian was not being arrogant again. As a legendary wizard, there was indeed no one more powerful than him above him.

The movements of the hands did not stop.

Little Morgan also came over at this time.

"what is this?"

She seemed to be unaware of this thing that had been with her since she was a child. Perhaps the other party's disguise was indeed secretive enough that even Ian would not have discovered it if he was not careful.

"Anyway, it's not a serious thing." Ian responded while still peeling off the shadow's outer shell layer by layer. The outer shell of this thing was like an onion, with layers upon layers.

"I am a good person! A good person! Protected by the great gods! The embodiment of stories! The protagonist of fairy tales! A messenger destined to spread love and peace to the world!"

Although the guy in the shadow was still panicking, he was still vigorously refuting Ian's opinion of him. His series of self-introductions made little Morgan so shocked.

"The protagonist in a fairy tale?"

She was a little surprised. So was Ian.

"Ok?"

The young wizard was immediately intrigued. He knew that many fairy tales did exist in reality, but it was unexpected that he would encounter such things again in the world of the living.

"How to prove it?"

Ian paused what he was doing.

This gave the life in the shadows some relief.

"Have you heard the story of the tortoise and the hare?" It asked Ian in a low voice, as if it was about to explain its identity and prove to Ian that it was indeed an amazing existence.

"Well, the tortoise and the hare were racing, and the hare lost to the tortoise, right? You said you are the tortoise in this story?" Ian guessed as he looked at the other's hard-to-peel shell.

"Do not."

The life in the shadows responded.

"So you're a rabbit?"

This is Morgan Jr.'s interjection and speculation.

But it was also answered with a negative response from the life in the shadow.

"I'm not a rabbit either. I didn't participate in this competition."

It sounds a little hoarse.

"Playing with us?"

Ian raised his eyebrows when he heard that, and started to peel the other party's shell again. This action immediately made the other party panic again and beg for mercy quickly.

"I'm telling you, I'm the big bad wolf who was watching the tortoise and the hare race... You must have heard my story. I'm the one that Little Red Riding Hood beat up from childhood to adulthood!"

It hastily explained its identity.

"..."

Ian was speechless.

This is not the same as the fairy tales he has heard before. Besides, the Big Bad Wolf is the Big Bad Wolf, so why mention the Tortoise and the Hare? Is this a life that is too embarrassing to talk about being chased and beaten by Little Red Riding Hood?

"I do not believe."

He still felt that the thing in the shadow was deceiving him. How could the characters in the fairy tale become so weird? The things in it must be something extremely evil.

"I am really the Big Bad Wolf! I have the identification card given by Cinderella!" The shadow was shaking violently, as if the life inside was also trembling.

"You can't expose me to the world, otherwise..." It spoke in an intense tone, but before it could finish its words, it was suddenly interrupted by an uninvited guest.

"Excuse me, could you please give me what you have in your hand? I have been looking for them for a long time." The voice was as clear and pure as a stream flowing in a valley.

The tone was gentle and polite, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze. A person slowly walked out of the jungle, wearing a snow-white robe and smiling gently in the sun.

His steps were light and soundless, as if he was walking on an invisible path. The sunlight seemed to favor him, gilding him with a layer of light golden light.

"Ok?"

Ian looked at the other person's face. On the other person's high nose bridge were a pair of deep eyes. The pupils seemed to contain the light of stars, and sometimes flashed with silver light.

This is a man with outstanding looks. He is over 1.8 meters tall. His handsome face exudes a gentle taste. It can even be said that his appearance is not inferior to Ian.

This made the little wizard feel somewhat familiar.

"wizard?"

Little Morgan quietly hid behind Ian.

"Yes, wizard, I think you too." The man looked at the corpses still standing there, his eyes calm, and then turned his head to stare at Ian's hands.

"Please rest assured. I respect the heritage of any wizard. What attracted me here was not the corpse, but the mystery hidden in history represented by the object in your hands."

The man's voice was gentle, with a magical magnetism.

Just at this time.

"Hurry! Run! Run! Take me and Morgan with you!" The shadow suddenly made a sharp explosion. The sound was not only terrifying, but also carried a kind of fear like trembling.

"Are you afraid of him or me?"

The little wizard could clearly feel the fear of the shadow.

The shadow did not respond.

The man in white robe smiled gently.

"I think it has the right to be afraid of me." His hands were long and white, with slender fingers that seemed to have never been stained by dust, and a powerful force faintly emanated from his body.

"It is my fault for not revealing my identity to you two. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Merlin Ambrosius... a wizard who is perhaps somewhat famous." The man's gentle voice seemed to carry a power that penetrated people's hearts, and the name he uttered was indeed shocking enough.

"What!?"

After hearing this, Morgan's pupils shrank sharply, revealing an expression of disbelief and horror. She grabbed the corner of Ian's clothes, and it was obvious that her emotions were surging violently.

after all.

In terms of power.

The legendary wizard before her served the opposite side of her family.

"Exciting!" Ian couldn't help but widen his eyes. He didn't know whether the person in the shadow was the big bad wolf in the fairy tale, but the person in front of him was definitely a living legend.

No one dares to pretend to be the Wizard King in this era.

"Now, can you give me what you have in your hand? Of course, I will also pay you enough in return, and you can ask me any questions you have about magic."

"As long as you ask, I can teach you all the knowledge you need." Merlin's tone was gentle. He was obviously pretending to be cool, but he was indeed qualified to do so.

Just when Ian was about to speak.

"Teacher... I still have gems as big as human heads! Three of them!" Morgan suddenly took out all the gold coins and precious jewels on his body and stuffed them directly into Ian's pockets.

"what?"

The little wizard was a little surprised.

When I turned around, I saw Morgan's expectant eyes.

at this time.

Silence is better than sound.

He heard what he said last night - the gold coins are in place, Merlin is useless. It seems that his new apprentice really took his casual words seriously!

"Gemstones as big as human heads... three?"

Ian swallowed.

He swore.

The wand literally flew into his hands of its own accord.

"Let's make a bet."

The young wizard looked up at the legend in front of him.

"Oh?"

Merlin regarded the young wizard with interest.

"Want to challenge me, young man?" Merlin saw the wand in Ian's hand, and he spoke with a smile, his eyes narrowed into slits, obviously with some evil taste in mind.

"I need a time converter."

Ian found a reasonable excuse for himself.

gem?

Just convenient.

When he does things, he always makes sure he wins twice, so it's a win-win situation.

"Time converter?... Well, I can see that you are not a local." Merlin raised his eyebrows. He was quite interested in those who dared to challenge him.

"no problem."

He gave a definite response.

"Dare to challenge the legend of this world. This courage is enough to make you become a..." Merlin looked at the little guy in front of him. He was just about to express his appreciation for Ian.

however.

next moment.

He felt the tremendous magical power surging from Ian.

And there is the power that belongs only to legends.

"Fuck!"

Merlin's hands immediately trembled.

This wizard has always been proud of having entered the ranks of legends in his twenties.

At this moment... I'm really confused.

(End of this chapter)