Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 213 212: The Battle is Over! The Promise with Merlin!

Not all heroes are in heroic stories.

There's something else.

Anyway, Ian was very satisfied with his way of winning. He remembered that he had heard that history books were written by the victors, and future generations only needed to know that Merlin couldn't beat him.

Isn't this the truth?
Merlin admitted that he could not do anything to Ian, but Ian broke through Merlin's mental defenses. There was no need to say who was stronger and who was weaker. It was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye.

"Wisdom is mankind's greatest wealth!" Ian still remembered the teachings left by Ms. Ravenclaw to future generations. In this battle, he was a wiser assistant than Merlin.

The little wizard was sighing.

And the other side.

"×&%￥#@, §№☆2113^&%!$#&%￥..." Merlin's cursing continued for a long time. He soaked himself in a lake in an oasis, constantly stuffing some antidote into his mouth. He also poured many bottles of magic potion into the lake in the oasis, not sure if it was used to clean the virus.

"In the end, I am the one who has never been defeated."

Ian landed next to the oasis lake and picked a fruit from a nearby tree. After taking a bite, his face gradually became distorted.

"Want to eat? It's delicious."

Ian made his pitch to Merlin.

however.

This trick of his couldn't even fool a little girl like Aurora, so how could he possibly fool the great wizard Merlin? The man in the lake continued to speak vulgar words as usual.

"Can't you afford to lose?"

Ian threw away the sour fruit in his hand.

"If I can't afford to lose, I will also accept the best-of-three format." He is now in an enlightened state and has many ideas in his mind that can be put into practice.

This made the young wizard eager to try. Not to mention fighting three more games, he could even fight for three days and three nights. The difference in magic power between legendary wizards and ordinary wizards was no longer just the amount.

And quality.

Although the magic power of ordinary wizards does not consume all the mana, it is still subject to the influence of magic activity on the control of magic, while the magic power of legendary wizards is almost inexhaustible.

The activity of magic still exists.

However, the speed of active self-recovery is much faster than the speed of release. Of course, Ian didn't know whether all legends were like this, or if he was a special case.

Although he didn't know much about wizards at this level, Ian could still get a glimpse of some details about the legendary rank that ordinary people didn't know from his personal panel.

Name: Ian Prince

Occupation: Blood Warlock

Magic: Level 11

Personality: Legend of Heaven

Skill: [Wisdom Enlightenment [This skill cannot be upgraded]]

[Patronus Charm (Level 4) 741/800]

……

Ian's Patronus Charm is almost reaching the point where it can unlock extraordinary characteristics. This is why the Patronus Charm is considered white magic. If it were black magic, he would have reached level seven or eight in minutes.

of course.

The most important thing to pay attention to is not the level of magic, but since Ian became a legendary wizard, a new information called [Personality] has appeared on his personal panel.

In Ian's opinion, since there is such a term as [Heavenly Legend], there must be other different classifications in legends. He doesn't know if this has anything to do with the way to prove the legend.

He had originally planned to ask Merlin for advice, but judging from his current condition, he might not believe what Merlin had to say even if he explained it to him. He could only wait a few more days before returning to the Misty Land to ask his teacher for advice.

Ok.

Ian, who was enlightened by himself and then became his own teacher, now roughly understood that perhaps Morgan had found him in the misty world not only because of his specialness as a living person in the misty world.

As for the specific situation.

I can only wait a few days to confirm with Morgan.

"If we can't afford to lose, let's continue." Ian didn't know if the power to control magic was Merlin's legendary characteristic. He also wanted to see more of Merlin's unique magic.

If you have seen it, you have learned it.

If I have learned it, I will know it.

I will be... the authoritative magic journal of the future. If he can get Merlin to use some black magic, Ian believes that he can successfully learn from him while he is performing it.

The little wizard's abacus was calculating loudly.

however.

Merlin was not fooled.

"You can fight whoever you want! Don't fight me! I don't want to be associated with your netherworld magic anymore in my life! This shouldn't even be called black magic!"

He didn't know how many times Merlin had cast cleansing magic on himself, but he always felt that he could still smell the odor on his body. He almost scraped off a layer of skin while soaking in the lake.

It’s not Merlin’s fault.

The stench of human corpses might not be very lethal, but it was persistent enough, so he added a little bit of it. This was something that came naturally after reaching level eight in Transfiguration.

"Then I'll show you my other dark magic."

Ian blinked.

Start to instigate.

Merlin was not moved at all. He looked at Ian with an indignant expression, "Who did you learn magic from? How crazy would someone be to use plague as a research direction for Transfiguration!?"

Of course, he has realized how terrible Ian's magic is. In fact, he is not sure whether he has been infected with the virus that Ian mentioned a thousand years later.

Perhaps as a master of potions, he could ignore all the poisons in the world, but those were only those he knew about. God knew what the viruses would be like a thousand years from now.

"I studied under Salazar Slytherin." Ian knew that he must not cause trouble for the teachers when he was away from home, so he gave a name that he did not have a good impression of.

This is also true.

After all, he was studying at Hogwarts.

And Salazar Slytherin is the founder of Hogwarts.

"In a thousand years?"

Merlin probably had a way of distinguishing the truth from other people's words, so he nodded, not realizing that the child he was facing was a genius who only spoke the truth but not necessarily the truth.

"Yes."

Ian nodded.

"Okay, I remember."

Merlin repeated Salazar Slytherin's name several times in all seriousness, as if he wanted to memorize the name firmly in his mind. He didn't want to be too harsh on Ian, a wizard in his teens.

After all, they are still children.

It's quite satisfying to curse a few hundred times.

Merlin now just wanted to know who could teach such a gifted young wizard so badly, without any of the bottom line and pride that a genius who is well-versed in both ancient and modern times should have.

"Your tricks are indeed impressive. Okay, I admit that you win." Merlin was probably afraid that Ian would pester him for a second game. He didn't want to continue to witness Ian's other underworldly tricks.

As for winning or losing.

He was not the kind of person who would fight to defeat, but he would be defeated. Winning or losing was never something Merlin cared about, he just never thought that one day he would be defeated in this way.

"Take my advice. I have no prejudice against black magic, but you really should learn less shady tricks like this." Merlin even spoke earnestly to Ian, expressing his appreciation for his talent.

To be able to become a young legend against the tide of the times a thousand years later, in an era that is destined to become increasingly decadent, must be someone who is qualified to be his fellow traveler.

He wanted to guide this genius onto the right path.

"I actually know some normal magic." Seeing that Merlin didn't seem to have much hostility, Ian raised his wand and used the basic "Flame" spell.

The winding fire dragon lit up the entire desert sky.

Merlin looked up.

Staring at Ian's "ordinary" flame, he remained silent. He was not amazed at the power of magic, but he still felt the breath of fierce fire from this magic.

"Do you call magic that burns other people's souls and uses them as nutrients normal magic?" Merlin asked in a strange tone after a long time.

"All my fire magic has this characteristic. There's nothing I can do about it." Ian explained seriously, but he failed to gain understanding. All he got was another round of Merlin's silence.

After a while.

"You have the blood of the soul-stealing monster from the underworld?"

This might be the only reason Merlin could come up with.

"Are you talking about Dementors?"

Ian was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the image Merlin had sketched and confirmed that they were talking about the same creature.

"No, I'm a purely human wizard."

Ian answered honestly.

"But I do have a Dementor. It's super well behaved. It even rubs my back when I take a shower. Did you know that they can actually spit bubbles out of their mouths?"

He also added a few words about his daily life at Hogwarts.

"??????"

Merlin was confused again.

"Many wizards who hate me say that I am crazy, but now it seems... I am still too normal."

In the oasis.

The sigh of the legendary wizard king echoed for a long time.

……

When Ian and Merlin were interacting.

the other side.

They moved the battlefield away from the area.

"Why hasn't the teacher come back yet?"

Little Morgan stood in the center of the scorched forest. The ground beneath her feet was so dry and cracked as if it had been baked by the scorching sun for months. The air was filled with a burnt smell.

The lush forest was now bare, the lake had dried up, and the mud at the bottom of the lake had cracked into deep gullies, as if the earth was silently wailing. The area was only slightly affected by the battle, and it was already in a tragic state that no one knew when it would recover.

This is the power of the legendary wizard. It is no exaggeration to call it a human nuclear bomb.

"I'm a little worried."

Little Morgan looked down at the shadow creature in her hand. The dark shadow trembled slightly in her palm, as if it was grateful for the scene before it.

"What are you worried about? They are two legendaries... creatures that are very difficult to kill. If they continue to stay here and fight, I'm afraid there won't be even ashes left of us."

The creature in the shadows still sounded a little frightened.

"Who is your teacher?"

It tried to ask little Morgan about Ian.

just.

Faced with the shadow creature's temptation, Morgan did not respond.

"Take me to them." There was unquestionable firmness in Morgan's voice, and her eyes were fixed on the shadow creature, as if forcing it to make a choice.

The shadow creature's body trembled slightly, and its voice was filled with a hint of fear: "Are you crazy? In a battle of that level, people will die if you are not careful! You are a beginner, and you will just die if you go. This is not watching a show, but going to die! When beings like that fight, mortals can only suffer!"

"They are no longer human!"

The shadow creature's voice was filled with fear.

"You are not human either." Morgan's words immediately completed the final kill, and the shadow creature didn't know how to respond. At this time, Morgan raised the magic wand that Ian had conjured for her and began to threaten. "You have to take me to find them." Little Morgan was not worried that Ian would be defeated by Merlin. In her opinion, the wizard who could write the "Dark Bible" was definitely far better than the wizard king mentioned by the bards.

She now just felt that she was at a loss if she couldn't see her teacher defeat Merlin even though she had already taken out the big gem. She was still hoping to watch the battle between powerful wizards and feel the rhythm of magic.

"threaten me?"

The shadow creature simply sneered.

"Do you know what wolf nature is? The Big Bad Wolf never accepts threats!" It obviously thought that Morgan's magic could not hurt itself, so it responded fearlessly and toughly.

however.

Morgan, who noticed this, narrowed his eyes slightly, "My teacher loves me the most. If I tell him that you bite me, he will definitely torture you severely."

It seems that bad women all have the ability to tell lies with their eyes open.

Even at such a young age, little Morgan has the ability to cry whenever he wants. His aggrieved look is many levels beyond the acting skills of other popular stars.

"..."

The shadow creature and the entire wolf were speechless upon seeing this.

"You are making a false accusation!"

It was a little panicked.

When it was held in Ian's hand, it could feel a terrible oppressive force. Although it didn't know why, it was very clear that the evil little wizard must have the ability to torture itself.

It's a legend after all!
"Yes, I am going to frame you." Little Morgan nodded in admission, which frightened the shadow creature more than continuing to reason, and it became immediately furious.

"Damn black witch! I shouldn't have accepted this mission. I thought it would be easy to look after a child... but I ended up running into this level of trouble!"

"I'm just a wolf!" There was deep regret in its voice, but Morgan completely ignored its emotions. The young black witch's eyes were full of threats.

"you win."

The shadow creature finally couldn't hold on any longer. Its body suddenly became illusory, and Morgan became illusory with it. The next moment, the man and the wolf were in some kind of passage.

"Is this... a space channel?"

Morgan's eyes widened in amazement. There was nothing under her feet, but there was a strange force supporting her body so that she could stand steadily. The surrounding scene changed rapidly. She found herself standing in a colorful space, as if she was in a flowing river.

The colors around are constantly changing, like a fantasy in a fairy tale, full of light and colors, and breathtakingly beautiful.

“This is the winding, colorful river in the fairy tale, which can only be touched by creatures like us in the story.” Perhaps the twisted shadow really is the big bad wolf it says it is.

"We are tracing the trail of your teacher and Merlin. However, I must remind you, don't blame me if you die. It's easy for spectators of the battle between legends to become unlucky."

It served as a warning to young Morgan.

"Can we still catch up?"

Little Morgan, however, only cared about whether he could see the heroic figure of his teacher.

"Of course. A duel between wizards of the same level may last for several hours or even more than ten hours." The shadow creature was also doing some scientific education for little Morgan.

With anticipation.

Time in the space channel seemed to become blurred, and Morgan only felt that the colors around him were constantly flowing, as if passing through countless areas and finally flowing to an unknown land.

"Here we are."

The shadow creature's voice rang in Morgan's ears.

Morgan only felt a flash before his eyes, and the surrounding scene changed again.

She found herself standing in a vast desert, with yellow sand all over the sky, the sun shining brightly, and the hot wind blowing on her cheeks. The temperature here was at least ten degrees higher than before.

"What about people?"

Little Morgan blinked, trying to adapt to this sudden change, but she was still dizzy and looked around, but she didn't see any fierce fighting.

"They are over there..." The shadowy creature pointed the way for little Morgan, but his tone was quite strange, as if he had seen some unexpected scene.

Morgan looked in the direction the shadow creature had indicated.

I saw.

Two figures were standing in the shadow of a sand dune. They were Ian and Merlin. Merlin looked a little shabby, his robes were torn, and his face and arms were covered with red and swollen bruises. Ian seemed much more relaxed, his clothes were slightly covered with dust, but overall he looked unharmed.

It's easy to tell which one of them is in a more miserable state.

"Teacher!" Morgan ran over excitedly, his eyes full of admiration.

"You are indeed the best!" She hugged Ian directly. The broad-minded black witch in the future doesn't even have a little bun now, so she can only give a bad review.

"Why are you here? Tsk tsk, this thing really looks weird." Ian was just a little stunned, looking at the shadow in Morgan's hand, he immediately realized why Morgan was here. His imprisonment spell didn't really imprison the other party, and the other party didn't take the opportunity to escape but brought Morgan here, which was a little intriguing.

"Oh! God!"

The shadow creatures also reacted violently.

"You...you actually defeated Merlin! No! No! Cinderella said! This era belongs to Merlin!" The shadow creature's voice was filled with unbelievable horror.

"..."

Merlin's mouth twitched slightly after hearing this, as if he wanted to refute, but he finally held back. He now fully understood what it meant to have pain but not be able to express it.

How to say?
Are you saying that all the bruises on your body were caused by yourself?

How should you answer the question of why you want to frustrate yourself? Merlin doesn't want to walk around the world hearing rumors that he has been infected with hundreds or thousands of unhealthy diseases!

"Don't mention defeat or not. It's not good to poke someone's scars. This is my good brother Merlin. He said he would take me to dig for treasure. We just signed a contract."

There is indeed a magical contract emerging between Ian and Merlin that is in effect.

"Digging for treasure?"

Little Morgan's eyes lit up.

"Yes, after digging out the treasure, Merlin and I split it 50-50. I have proved my professionalism to my good brother." Ian fully demonstrated the professionalism of a Hogwarts profiteer.

Very friendly.

"How did you prove it?"

The shadow creature suddenly interrupted.

Ian glared fiercely at the shadow in Morgan's hand, but still showed his good apprentice his tools, a set of professional equipment from the master of alchemy.

Some looked like delicate hooks, some looked like ancient compasses, and some were shovels with rather strange shapes - these things only made the shadow creatures feel familiar.

"Are you going to rob a tomb?!"

It immediately realized where the so-called treasure was.

after all.

It comes from the Soul Palace.

"It turned out to be tomb robbing!" Little Morgan suddenly realized, and then became thoughtful. She felt that she had a new understanding and inheritance of her teacher's wizard school.

"That's not nice to say."

Ian rolled his eyes.

Little Morgan no longer talked about tomb robbing, but the shadow creatures did not give him face.

"Tomb robbing is tomb robbing. I'm just curious about what kind of tomb would allow one legend to be linked to another legend." The shadow creature's voice became a little excited when talking about tomb robbing.

He had no idea that he was still a prisoner.

"That's what I wanted to ask. We just signed the contract and haven't had time to discuss the details yet." Hearing this, Ian turned his head and looked at Merlin, who looked mysterious.

Ask yourself.

What a nice tomb.

He dug it by himself.

Merlin probably felt the same way.

Merlin didn't dare to go alone, absolutely because that place was very dangerous. Seeing the little wizard looking at him, Merlin first looked at the shadow creature in Morgan's hand with a meaningful look.

immediately.

After carefully considering his words, he spoke softly.

"It is indeed a place where you may encounter danger, but I believe there is a way forward there. Because the owner of that tomb once did something that neither you nor I could do."

Merlin spoke with a somewhat serious tone.

"whats the matter?"

The little wizard's curiosity was immediately aroused.

Merlin glanced at him, then looked at the shadow creature in Morgan's hand again, "I think these shadows in history should be very familiar with that name."

There was a brief pause.

"The tomb we are going to dig is the burial place of the wizard who is said to have killed three gods." As soon as he said this, he immediately caused a huge reaction from the shadow creatures.

"You are crazy! Crazy!"

The shadow creature let out a deafening scream of terror.

Obviously.

It realized what Merlin was talking about.

"Never allow it!"

The shadow creatures roared.

Merlin ignored its voice and looked at the still confused young wizard.

"Perhaps you, who came from more than a thousand years ago, can no longer find relevant records and information, but I firmly believe that you and I can find what we want in this adventure."

His voice was full of conviction.

"A wizard who has killed a god?"

Ian was still immersed in this surprise.

"Yes."

Merlin nodded.

"The tomb I found belongs to the God Eater... Medivh."

He spoke softly.

The tone was calm and solemn.

however.

"what?????"

Ian was stunned after hearing this.

This time it was his turn to be confused.