Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 223 222: The giant’s doubts, the power of the raven!
Dusk.

There was a brilliant golden color hanging in the sky.

It poured slowly like molten gold onto every brick and tile of the ancient castle.

The castle's back garden looks particularly quiet and peaceful at this moment, as if nature has deliberately covered this historic building with a golden veil.

The breeze caressed Ian's cheek, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the back garden. The wind blew through the neatly trimmed bushes, and the occasional chirping of night birds added a bit of tranquility.

His eyes passed through the layers of flowers and fell on the elegant woman in the distance. She was wearing a dark green long dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps.

It seems to be integrated with the garden.

This is Morgan's mother.

Ms. Igraine was unaware of Ian's arrival. She was just squatting in the garden trimming her flowers and plants. This was supposed to be a gardener's job but she seemed to be doing it very well.

Perhaps it was because he had a hobby in this area - Ian stood in the shadow of the castle's back garden, still somewhat surprised that reality was even more outrageous and absurd than unofficial history.

Pregnant women!
She was also having an affair with King Uther!
This early Middle Ages was indeed even more chaotic than what I knew in my previous life!
"Even if Zhen Huan comes, she can only be considered a little sister!" Ian looked down at the king chess piece in his hand. The chess piece obtained from the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was emitting a faint light at this moment.

At this moment, the chess piece seemed to have life, trembling slightly in his palm. Obviously, it was resonating with the fetus in Ms. Igraine's arms that Ian sensed.

The fetus in Morgan's mother's belly is most likely the legendary King Arthur of ancient Great Britain. But why would this chess piece resonate with King Arthur when he was still in the fetus?
This is something from Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. Even if it is a prop made by Slytherin in the early days, it should be from the era of the Big Four hundreds of years later.

What kind of person is Salazar Slytherin? There might be some unknown reason behind his creation of something that resonates with an ancient legend.

"Of course, it is also possible that this is just Slytherin's collection, and the maker is not Slytherin... But even so, it is definitely not a simple thing to be able to accurately find a real king." Ian always felt that there was something wrong hidden in it, and with it came a vague sense of unease.

After all, it's in his heart.

I don't have a very good impression of Salazar Slytherin.

I always felt that this was a guy who liked to be the mastermind behind the scenes. Just as Ian was constantly thinking about it, suddenly, there was a slight noise not far away.

There was a rustling sound of thorny leaves scraping against the surface of boots.

Three maids holding silver trays came out of the castle, their lace skirts swept across the blue brick floor, and the sweet smell of perfume mixed with the aroma of baked apples wafted in the air.

The maids' silver trays were filled with exquisite pastries, which were delicacies that only nobles could enjoy in this era. Seeing the maids getting closer and closer, Ian quickly and calmly stepped back, chanting a spell in a low voice, and instantly his body disappeared without a trace as if it had merged into the air.

Illusion spell.

The peeping Toms used a practical spell that everyone said was good. Wizards were a rare species in this castle, and Ian was a legendary, so he no longer worried that his unskilled Disillusionment Spell would be seen through. The maids passed by him without noticing and continued to move forward until they disappeared into the depths of the garden.

"There are no Headmaster Dumbledore and Grindelwald who don't follow the rules of magic here..." Ian watched the maids come to Morgan's mother, and carefully served Ms. Igraine to sit on the chair, and then placed the pastries on an exquisite stone table in front of Ms. Igraine.

There is an obvious layer of decoration on the stone table, and its artistic sense is in no way inferior to the various tables of later generations. Combined with exquisite snacks, this is definitely what the fairies of later generations understand that the afternoon tea they enjoy should look like.

"Madam, you've been getting hungry lately, so we've prepared some less fattening pastries for you." One of the maids said softly, and carefully poured a cup of tea for Ms. Igrain. It was called tea, but in fact it was very different from the black tea that took another thousand years to become popular.

It's kind of an herbal tea.

"Yes, I do get hungry very quickly lately, and my appetite is particularly picky. Those sweet things always remind me of the rotting honey pots in the cellar when I was a child." Morgan's mother's eyes flashed with helplessness. She nodded gently, carefully reached out to pick up a piece of pastry, and took a bite elegantly.

Her movements were calm and graceful, as if every detail had been carefully crafted. The elegance of aristocrats is not only about complicated etiquette, but also about chewing food slowly while eating.

of course.

Ian thought it was a bit uninteresting. Eating vegetables and rice in big mouthfuls was his favorite.

Morgan's mother certainly had no idea of ​​the little wizard's inner comments. She ate while talking softly to the maids, and occasionally laughed out loud at a joke. But Ian noticed that there always seemed to be a hint of subtle worry in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the upcoming new life that made her both excited and nervous. Or perhaps it was because she felt sorry for her legal husband because of the affair and pregnancy.

The thoughts of a lady.

Who can figure it out clearly?

Ian did not invade his teacher's mother's mind, and he didn't even plan to continue peeping. After observing for a while, Ian cleaned the pollen on his body and prepared to leave.

"This thing..."

As for the chess pieces that were still glowing, Ian could only put them away temporarily.

He turned around and left quietly, just like when he came here, without anyone noticing, and returned to the ancient castle along the stone-paved road.

Now, even as night fell, the castle was brightly lit, with candlesticks lit lavishly everywhere, in stark contrast to the quiet and dimness outside.

There were various portraits on the walls, but they would not move and could not communicate, so they did not arouse Ian's interest. He walked straight to the room where Riddle was.

There is a relationship between master and servant.

The little wizard could clearly sense Riddle's situation.

He pushed open a heavy wooden door and walked into Riddle's room. In the room, Riddle was standing in front of a stone table, holding a bottle of dark purple potion in his hand.

"Cuckoo~"

This was not the sound of Malfoy drinking potion, but the sound of Riddle pouring potion into Malfoy's throat. Riddle even inserted a tube into the stomach of the unconscious Malfoy. Riddle's face was a little impatient, but his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting the other person.

"Tsk tsk, you really care about your servants." Ian raised his eyebrows with a hint of teasing in his tone. No one has ever heard of the Dark Lord having such patience to serve others.

"As it should be, as it should be." Riddle looked up and saw Ian coming in, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He put down the potion bottle in his hand and couldn't help looking outside.

"Where's Merlin?

There was a hint of nervousness in the Dark Lord's voice.

"Of course I chased him away." Ian never missed an opportunity to show off, especially one that came right to him, so he tried his best to make his voice sound nonchalant.

It's like defeating the legendary wizard king is as easy as eating and drinking water.

how to say.

This behavior might be a bit artificial, but it was the truth after all, and it did shock the young Dark Lord. Riddle's pupils shrank slightly and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"What did you say? You defeated Merlin?"

hear the words
Ian nodded.

An understatement.

Riddle was visibly stunned for a moment, then swallowed.

"You are indeed a terrible monster..." I don't know whether this remark should be understood as a compliment or a curse. Anyway, Riddle's appearance does seem to be full of emotional ups and downs.

His tone contained both incredible shock and a complex sense of relief. He probably felt that since Ian could even defeat Merlin, it didn't seem so bad for him to fall into Ian's hands.

"Merlin can't beat you, and I'm not your opponent either. It seems that Merlin and I are on the same level." Riddle didn't know whether he was mocking himself or comforting himself.

This rounding is very Ian style.

The Dark Lord seemed to have learned as well.

"To be honest, you really should go and watch our fight, so that you can also spread history in Azkaban." Ian really felt a little regretful about this.

"Ah."

Riddle just shook his head and did not respond. He was already prepared to be imprisoned in Azkaban. In fact, he wanted to move in right now.

There are talented people everywhere, everyone speaks nicely, and you won't encounter any monsters. It is much better than staying in ancient times - but not everyone can adapt and integrate into this terrible era like the little wizard in front of him!

"When are you going to find the time converter?" Riddle was already impatient to go home. He didn't know about the follow-up bet between Ian and Merlin, so he spoke a little anxiously.

"I've already got it from Merlin." Ian smiled and took out a glittering object from his pocket. It was the ancient time converter.

During this era, the control over such alchemical tools was not strict, perhaps because the Department of Mysteries had not yet been established, or it had been established but had not yet developed.

"Give me some time, I'll study this thing." Ian looked at the time converter in his hand. The ancient alchemical equipment was very different from the system he knew.

It does take some time to fully understand the principles. Of course, it doesn't take too long, after all, once you learn one, you will learn a hundred. In many cases, many principles of alchemy are interlinked.

"No hurry, stay a few more days, I still have an apprentice to teach." To be honest, if it weren't for his homesickness, Ian would actually like to stay in this era for a while longer. Not only to learn about the secret history, but also to experience more of the ancient humanities and magic. He even wanted to find out whether the current goddess of recklessness had fallen with the ancient country.

of course.

There is no rush.

There will always be many opportunities in the future.

"You're really quick!"

Riddle's eyes lit up, and he walked forward, wanting to take a closer look at the time converter in Ian's hand, but his attention was attracted by the chess piece that Ian was weighing in his other hand.

"What's that in your hand?"

Riddle asked curiously.

Hear the words.

Ian frowned immediately. "I was just about to ask you, this is something you found in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. Why did you leave it in the Chamber of Secrets when you opened it?"

"Are there other chess pieces in the chamber of secrets?" The young wizard tried to get some clues from Riddle. However, after hearing this, Riddle looked even more confused than him.

"What chess piece?"

Riddle couldn't be pretending. He couldn't hide his true emotions in front of Ian. He really felt confused about this and had no idea what Ian was talking about.

"When you emptied Slytherin's chamber of secrets, were there no chess pieces and chessboards inside?" Ian couldn't help but narrow his eyes, feeling a little surprised.

"Of course there is nothing like that. Slytherin left behind a lot of documents and research materials, as well as some ancient props, but those are not treasures."

"It can only be regarded as the things that were piled up in Slytherin's laboratory." Riddle answered honestly and looked at the chess piece in Ian's hand again.

"You mean you found this in the secret room that was supposed to be empty?" His eyes flickered slightly. The Dark Lord was not a fool and he also realized something unusual.

"Ah."

Ian gave a confirming nod.

Riddle hesitated for a moment, then spoke in an uncertain tone, "In fact, I, or rather Voldemort, have always had a guess that Slytherin may not be dead."

His words immediately gave the little wizard some thoughts.

indeed.

If Merlin could live for thousands of years.

Both are legends.

Slytherin could certainly do it if he wanted to.

In other words, the Big Four can all find ways to avoid and defeat death.

"It seems that after you emptied the Chamber of Secrets, someone else entered the Chamber of Secrets. I just don't know if it was Slytherin himself." Ian played with the chess piece in his hand that was still emitting a faint glow.

There was no visible emotion on his face.

"Um... don't keep mentioning that I emptied the Chamber of Secrets. You should know that it is not easy for wizard students like us to gain some financial resources in the wizarding world."

Riddle was a little sensitive.

He tried to establish empathy with Ian.

however.

"Isn't it simple?"

Ian, however, gave a completely opposite response, "I think it's quite simple. I have never lacked money since I entered the wizarding world. Did you know that I got a street in Diagon Alley for free?"

"The pure-blood family was eager to give it to me! They wouldn't accept it even if I didn't want it!" As he said this, the young wizard picked up the key chain that he had never taken off and waved it in front of Riddle.

"..."

The young Dark Lord just felt numb.

I almost couldn't hold my breath.

He really felt a sense of frustration. They were all rising stars, so why weren't those families who showed kindness to him so generous to him? ?
"Oh, by the way, where is that weird thing I asked you to keep?" Ian felt relieved, and then thought of his trophy, the strange creature hidden in the shadows.

"over there."

Riddle pointed to the corner of the room.

I saw.

He actually stuffed the shadow creature into a glass bottle. Although this guy kept yelling and banging the bottle, it didn't make any sound.

Riddle must have been annoyed by the noise and cast a Silencing Charm on him.

"This damn thing... eh?" Ian picked up the bottle from the corner. He was suddenly surprised to find that he could actually see clearly what the life in the shadow looked like!

I saw.

Wrapped in a shadow.

It is indeed a special soul with the appearance of a gray wolf.

Its fur was thick and coarse, a dark gray that seemed to blend in with the shadows, and its eyes glowed with a faint green light, like two burning flames.

Seeing Ian approaching him.

The gray wolf, unable to make any sound, bared its teeth at Ian, revealing its sharp fangs, muttering to itself, and continuously slapping the bottle as if it was roaring silently.

"What is the reason for this?" A question flashed through Ian's mind. Why couldn't he see this soul clearly before, but now he can see it so clearly?
It was only half a day in between.

"Can you see what's in here?" Ian turned around in surprise, and looked uncertainly at Riddle, who was still observing the changes in Malfoy's body after drinking the potion.

"Of course it's a shadow." Riddle answered, "I just studied it. They are somewhat similar to Horcruxes, but they are complete souls."

"Perhaps this is also some way to escape the clutches of death?" He also expressed his own guesses and judgments, but this was not the information Ian wanted to know.

"Am I the only one who can see this?"

Ian turned his attention back to the glass bottle thoughtfully.

The figure of the big bad wolf was still clearly visible, with some runes that did not belong to this era floating under its translucent fur. The strangest thing was that some images seemed to be reflected in its pupils.

That was the Raven's Claw that Ian had seen on Cassandra's forehead.

"hiss!"

Ian recalled the name of the Soul Palace that the big bad wolf had mentioned before. His heartbeat suddenly quickened, as if he realized something, and he immediately began to use his newly acquired abilities.

I saw.

, Ian's body began to change. His bones made a slight crackling sound, black feathers appeared on the surface of his skin, and his arms stretched out into broad wings. In an instant, he had transformed into a raven, with feathers as dark as the night, and his eyes flashed a cold light, as strange as the scarlet moon.

Just at the moment he completed the transformation.

as predicted.

The gray wolf in the bottle suddenly stopped hitting the bottle wall. Its body froze in place, as if it was frozen in time, and the fierceness and cunningness in its dark green wolf eyes disappeared completely.

Instead, there was deep shock.

“%￥#@、￥#@§№☆!!!!”

This is not an insult.

It was the mouth of the big bad wolf with its hair standing up that was opening and closing. The little wizard, who had only learned human lip reading, could not read the lip language formed by its wolf mouth at all. Ian only saw the big bad wolf in the shadow in the bottle plop down, and all four legs were trembling as it knelt at the bottom of the bottle.

(End of this chapter)