Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 224: 223: Blessing and Creating Legends

Say something.

The changes that have taken place in the big bad wolf in the shadows are truly obvious.

The arrogant shadow creature Big Bad Wolf was struck by a bolt from the blue. Its ferocious face twisted instantly, and its blood-red eyes widened in fear and disbelief. When it saw the raven that Ian had transformed into, its entire soul began to tremble, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible powerful force, and it fell to its knees in the bottle.

It was hard to imagine a wolf kneeling on all four legs. There was no way. From the Big Bad Wolf's perspective, how could it not slide to its knees at the speed of light? As a member of the Soul Palace, it recognized the form that Ian had taken almost instantly.

That was the ruler of the Soul Palace, the savior in the hearts of countless Soul Palace messengers—the Eternal Raven. Why would a human wizard have such a form? Just thinking about the deep meaning of it made the Big Bad Wolf tremble uncontrollably.

Mortals cannot bear the weight of gods.

In many stories throughout history, there is only one possibility for a mortal to become a god, and that is that the mortal's form is the disguised form that has been transformed.

As a character in fairy tales and stories, the Big Bad Wolf felt that this situation was all too familiar. Some gods liked to transform into mortals to travel the world. Thinking of this, the Big Bad Wolf's original arrogance completely disappeared.

"Lord... Lord!" The wolf's soul knelt down in the bottle, its voice trembling with awe. Its eyes were full of disbelief, as if it had seen something incredible.

"You... why are you here? How... how is this possible?"

There was a hint of despair and regret in the wolf's voice. It remembered the harsh words it had said to Ian before, and suddenly a deep fear surged in its heart. Its entire soul kept shaking in the bottle as if it would collapse at any time.

This guy obviously doesn't have much courage. Well, if it is really the Big Bad Wolf who was fooled by Little Red Riding Hood, then it makes sense. Of course, although he is not a human, the Big Bad Wolf's brain is definitely faster than most people at this time.

Help yourself!

You must save yourself!
"Lord, your prank on me is so wonderful! You are really worthy of you!" There was a hint of flattery in the big bad wolf's voice. It began to praise Ian frantically, trying to improve Ian's opinion of itself.

"I have learned a lesson from you! I have deeply been touched by your teachings! It is a great honor for me to have you personally teach me this way, and it also makes me feel very ashamed of my shortcomings!"

The wolf looked at the raven Ian had transformed into with pleading eyes, and its tone was full of humility and flattery, as if it was begging for Ian's forgiveness. However, due to the silencing spell Riddle had cast earlier, the wolf's voice did not come out. Its mouth kept opening and closing, but Ian could not hear its "heartfelt words". Ian outside could only see its mouth opening and closing.

The lip reading skills that can only be used for humans cannot be used on wolves. Of course, Ian doesn't need to hear what the big bad wolf is mumbling about. He can probably guess what the content is.

For Ian.

He just took this opportunity to verify a piece of information.

"I am indeed related to the Soul Palace."

Ian flapped his wings, circled in the air, and looked at the big bad wolf in the bottle. From the guy's extremely frightened reaction, Ian's guess was confirmed.

He recalled what Merlin had said before - "You are the Raven", and he couldn't help but feel a little complicated. Now it seems that what Merlin said is really correct. Maybe he really threw one or two wrong punches among the hundreds of punches he threw at Merlin.

Ian still remembered this creature in the shadow. He had said before that Medivh was the great guardian of the Soul Palace. Now thinking about it again, he felt more and more inexplicably strange. Why did he separate Medivh's identity from that of Raven?

There is a need to do so.

Or...is there some information between these two identities that I don't know?
Thinking of this, Raven's head shook slightly.

Perhaps it was due to the Animagus magic, or perhaps it was the influence of the biological form he had transformed into, but Ian felt that his "god-like" brain was telling him not to think too much when encountering things and to just rush through them.

He really had the urge to interrogate the whole world and find the answer... This must not be his true intention. It seems that becoming a magical creature does have side effects. Ian could only quickly undo his transformation.

I saw.

With a twist of his body, he turned back into the handsome little wizard. At this moment, Riddle's voice came from the side. He had knocked down the unconscious Malfoy and looked at Ian.

"Your Animagus form... is somewhat beyond my expectations." Riddle of course witnessed the entire process of Ian's transformation and knew what kind of magic it was, but he was a little disappointed with the raven that Ian turned into.

"I thought your form would be more powerful, like... a giant magical snake like Jörmungandr." When Riddle mentioned the giant magical snake, a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an obsessed smile.

Obviously, the weak Riddle could not feel the powerful strength contained in Ian's raven body, and his love for snakes was deep in his bones. After all, the blood of Salazar Slytherin flowed in him.

For the descendants of Slytherin, that special feeling towards snakes seems to be innate. The blood influence of the magic world is so strong that there are many traces of powerful ancestors at the genetic level.

of course.

Isn't this also a form of existence similar to the "Bloodline of the Dou Emperor"? At the genetic level, there will be many more marks from powerful ancestors, so at the same time, the descendants will also inherit many talents and benefits brought by powerful ancestors - because of this, the concept of pure blood supremacy is not completely wrong. Maintaining the purity of the bloodline can indeed ensure that the decline of the ancestral benefits is not so serious with the greatest probability.

However, then again, wizards' research on genes and bloodlines was too backward, so they did not realize that genetic diversity could also create geniuses, the kind of geniuses who could become ancestors of others without the help of their ancestors.

This is, to some extent, the reason why many Muggle-born or half-blood wizards are able to achieve great things.

"You really have a special liking for giants, basilisks and the like." Ian couldn't help but find it funny after hearing what Riddle said. He didn't refute because he had already shown off in front of Riddle today.

If you pretend twice, the sense of satisfaction will decrease, so it’s better to save it for later...if there is another chance to pretend in front of Riddle in the future.

"I have to study this thing carefully." Ian didn't care about Riddle's opinion. He just shook the bottle containing the Big Bad Wolf, ready to get some information about the Soul Palace from this guy.

of course.

This requires finding a hidden room. After all, if the Big Bad Wolf reveals some sensitive information, Ian doesn't want Riddle or other outsiders to know. He knows too well what he might do.

……

The coming of night.

It did not bring any gloom to the castle.

Instead, it emits a warm and charming glow under the illumination of countless candles.

Ian, Riddle and Malfoy originally thought that they would continue to live quietly in the castle, but they did not expect that the Duke would suddenly announce that he would hold a banquet to entertain his daughter's teacher after pretending not to know their existence for a whole day and night.

Perhaps it was because the Big Bad Wolf failed to complete the mission, or perhaps there was secret information that let Duke Dingtagil Royas know that the mysterious existence of the Soul Palace was captured by Ian. In short, Duke Dingtagil Royas no longer pretended to know nothing.

The banquet was also very grand.

The castle hall was decorated magnificently, and the crystal chandeliers were like shining stars, each of which looked like a valuable treasure, and they looked quite dazzling under the burning candles. The banquet table was filled with a variety of delicacies. Although as Ian expected, the food was not rich in variety, each dish was carefully prepared with precious ingredients.

It was steaming hot and exuding an alluring aroma. It must be said that for this piece of land in Great Britain known as a "food desert", this was definitely a very sumptuous feast.

Several maids in black and white uniforms stood quietly by, ready to serve the guests at any time. It was a pity that some maid gadgets had not been invented in this era, otherwise it might have looked more pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, there is roasted lamb but no chili or cumin. It really feels like something is missing." Although Ian felt a little sad in his heart, he still slowly cut off a small piece of lamb and put it into his mouth to chew carefully.

Always keep a decent smile on your face.

Duke Rojas of Dingtagir and his wife Lady Igraine also attended the event in their best attire. The Duke wore a crimson dress embroidered with golden patterns, looking solemn and majestic, but his eyes were filled with a hint of joy that was difficult to conceal. Lady Igraine wore a lavender dress, looking elegant and noble, and her eyes would fall on Ian from time to time, full of appreciation and expectation.

"Your Excellency Prince."

The Duke raised his glass, his voice loud and enthusiastic, "Welcome to my territory, and thank you for your willingness to teach my daughter Morgan. She has finally found a real wizard, a powerful wizard, which makes me very happy."

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person.

Ian smiled slightly, raised his glass in response, and swirled the Coke in the glass that he had secretly replaced with his own, and said politely, "Your Excellency the Duke, thank you for the compliment. It is definitely my honor to be able to teach Miss Morgan."

His voice is also loud.

However, these words clearly reflected the desire to survive and vigilance.

The young wizard even used some magical tricks that the professors in the Hogwarts Great Hall would use when they spoke, to ensure that Morgan, who was sitting not far away, could hear his words clearly and remember them clearly.

The young black witch was wearing a light blue dress today, with her long dark hair draped over her shoulders, looking well-behaved and elegant. She lowered her head slightly, holding a silver fork in her hand, and gently cut off a small piece of cake and put it into her mouth. Little Morgan's manners were impeccable and elegant, and she was no different from the Morgan witch in Ian's memory, except that her elegance was less casual and more deliberate, obviously because she was deliberately playing the role of a lady.

Bad woman's acting skills.

Of course, he has been tempered since he was a child. In comparison, Riddle, who is much older than Voldemort, actually has a pretty good acting skill. After all, he is a bad man who can fool other professors except Dumbledore.

He was wearing a black suit and holding a glass of red wine in his hand, shaking it gently from time to time, like a true aristocrat.

Although he did not speak, Riddle's eyes swept across the decorations in the hall, and his eyes were full of the pleasure of satisfying his vanity. Obviously, being able to attend such a banquet was a very pleasant thing for him.

"Sir Prince, you are obviously a wizard with extraordinary abilities. I believe that you can teach Morgan to be an excellent witch." Ms. Igraine, who had been seen in the back garden before, was also raising her glass.

She looked at Ian's face with admiration in her eyes.

"Even without my guidance, Miss Morgan is destined to achieve excellence." Ian spoke again without leaving any room for any excuse. He noticed that the Duchess seemed to have some appreciation for his appearance.

obviously.

The Duchess is also a face-oriented person who believes that appearance is justice. I wonder how she would feel if she knew that Ian taught Morgan several dark magics on the first day, and even some unforgivable dark magics.

"Of course I believe that our daughter will grow up to be very outstanding, but you can definitely make her even better." It was Duke Royas who took over. Of course, his flattery of Ian was not without reason and purpose.

"Your Excellency Prince, I have a request that I hope you can consider." Now the reason why Duke Royas had been carrying Ian in a sedan chair throughout the dinner was revealed, and Ian had obviously been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Of course he knew that the other party had a purpose.

after all.

No matter how cunning the Duke is, Ian is a psychic master with a reputation as a "natural telepath". As long as he senses the Duke's emotions a little, he can roughly understand that the Duke has some ulterior motives in his mind.

"Your Excellency the Duke, please speak."

Ian gently put down the cutlery in his hand.

Eyes calm.

The Duke took a deep breath and slowly expressed his thoughts after thinking for a long time, "Sir Prince, I hope you can stay in my territory forever and become my exclusive wizard in my territory."

"Not only will this allow little Morgan to get a better education, it will also give me more confidence in this chaotic era... Of course, I will provide you with the best treatment, including an independent tower, generous compensation, and all the resources you need."

"You will be regarded as a sage in my territory, with power second only to me, and will be worshipped and believed by my people. I will also do my best to collect all kinds of magic books and secrets circulating in the world for you." The Duke revealed his purpose, but one could also hear that he was sincere. The conditions were extremely generous, and it was obvious that he also referred to the various privileges that King Uther had opened up for Merlin.

how to say.

In a world where supernatural beings exist, sometimes the royal power does need to bow to the supernatural. The existence of wizards like Merlin is an oppressive force for every ambitious and powerful person. It is understandable that Duke Dingtagil wants to have his own powerful wizard.

A powerful wizard is like a nuclear weapon.

This is why he is willing to pay such a high price.

"Forehead……"

Ian heard the Duke's temptation, swallowed his saliva, and then showed an apologetic smile on his face, "I am very moved by your sincerity, Your Excellency the Duke, but I am afraid I cannot accept this proposal. I have my own mission and journey, and I cannot stay in one place for a long time."

It was hard to feel how regretful and conflicted the little wizard felt in his heart, and it was hard to tell whether any tempting thought had flashed through his mind. In short, the attitude he displayed could be regarded as resisting the temptation that most men probably could not resist.

In this regard.

There was no disappointment on the Duke's face, just regret. He nodded, as if he had expected it.

"Well, in that case, I certainly can't force you to stay." The Duke looked at his wife, "However, I am still willing to offer you my treasures in exchange for a little help that is insignificant to you."

He seemed to be settling for the next best thing.

"What help?"

Ian didn't refuse.

"My wife is pregnant again, and I hope you can give the child a name." The Duke spoke again. His smiling expression and doting eyes towards his wife were somewhat beyond Ian's expectations.

It turns out that... Duke Rojas, the victim, actually knew about Ms. Igraine's pregnancy! ?
Morgan's dad.

This duke...could he be a minotaur warrior living in the green grassland? Thinking of this, the little wizard's heart was simply in turmoil. He had never seen this version of King Arthur's origin story in the wildest unofficial history!

"Mr. Prince?"

Seeing that Ian seemed to be stunned, the Duke called out in a doubtful voice, which brought Ian back to reality from the confusion that had shocked him for a whole year. The young wizard looked at the Duke in doubt for several times.

"Um, is there a problem?" The Duke was a little nervous under Ian's stare, and couldn't help but explain, "You also know that the blessing of a wizard like you is an opportunity that can only be encountered by chance."

"Of course we don't want to miss it." There was nothing wrong with his words. After all, in such an era, there was indeed such a special saying that the image of a powerful wizard was the same as that of the alchemists in the ancient Eastern countries. Ordinary people firmly believed that wizards had the ability to predict the future, avoid misfortune and seek good fortune, and bless others, so the names of powerful wizards would also carry the word "blessing".

but.

Is this the point?
Seeing that not only the Duke was looking at him in confusion, but even Morgan and Morgan's mother were looking at him sideways, Ian quickly cleared his messy thoughts, thought about it for a while, and nodded.

"OK, no problem."

He looked towards Ms. Igraine's belly.

"How about calling me Altria?"

Facing the attentive listeners, the young wizard touched his chin and spoke on a whim. Of course, he didn't want to tamper with history, but he just couldn't help himself because of his bad taste.

Ok.

This must be the aftereffect of turning into a damn raven!
That's not my nature!
"Um... Lord Prince, I think my wife is pregnant with a boy. This has been confirmed by other wizards I serve." The Duke didn't know whether he should doubt Ian's ability for a moment.

Or should I start to suspect that the wizards I worship may have made a mistake.

"Who says boys can't be called Altria?"

The young wizard blinked his eyes, and his matter-of-fact words made the Duke and Duchess Lady Igraine have strange expressions. Even Morgan and Riddle, who was concentrating on his meal, could not help but hesitate to speak.

"Can you... change to a name... that's not so easily misunderstood?" Ms. Igrain finally couldn't help but speak. After all, no matter what, the baby in her belly was definitely 100% hers.

She felt dizzy at the thought of her son having to live with such a feminine name.

"Okay, okay, let me think about it. Let's call him Arthur. This name symbolizes courage and glory. This child will surely achieve extraordinary things in the future and leave a great reputation and achievements in the world." Ian took the "script" to characterize him, and his words were naturally justified. His attitude made the Duke overjoyed, and he thought it was Ian's blessing. The Duchess also smiled.

"Arthur...what a powerful name." The Duchess gently stroked her slightly bulging belly with a gentle smile on her face. It was obvious that she was very satisfied with Ian's name and "blessing".

"Okay! Just call me Arthur!"

The Duke laughed heartily.

As the Duke finalized the name, Ian's mind suddenly shook, as if something was awakened. He closed his eyes and vaguely saw his legendary proof, which was on the image in his mind.

A sharp sword slowly emerged.

Like.

Carrying a legend.

(End of this chapter)