Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 227 226: Crazy imagination, this is a lie!

The bright candlelight flickered on the ceiling.

The candlelight spread across the room, reflecting the exquisite silverware and porcelain plates on the dining table. The Duke's restaurant was spacious and gorgeous, with portraits of family members from past generations hanging on the walls. The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the mellow taste of wine. It looked quite warm and cozy, but the atmosphere was a little subtle.

"Really, you must have misunderstood me." The Duke was still sitting at the head of the long table, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his face a little stiff. His fingers unconsciously stroked the rim of the glass, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Ian sitting opposite him, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

The Duchess sat beside him, seemingly cutting a piece of grilled lamb chops elegantly, but her movements were obviously much slower than usual, and the sound of the knife and fork colliding with the porcelain plate was particularly clear in the quiet restaurant.

"Haha." Riddle sat aside, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. His eyes flickered with joy, and he seemed to enjoy the Duke's timid and uneasy look at the moment. It can only be said that Riddle's mentality is exactly the same as Voldemort's love for the fear of others.

After all, some of Voldemort's character traits had already begun to emerge at this time.

"that……"

Seeing the little wizard remained silent.

The Duke couldn't help sweating on his forehead. There was nothing he could do. Although he had already overestimated Ian, he had just received shocking news from his daughter, little Morgan.

The forest that was horribly destroyed in the morning turned out to be the result of a battle between his daughter's teacher and the legendary wizard Merlin, and the result of the battle was a fifty-fifty fight.

five minutes.

Merlin was beaten so badly that he had to flee five furlongs. How could the Duke not be panicked after hearing such news and finding out that the opponent was Medivh?

This is definitely not an emotion that can be controlled by being sophisticated and prudent.

"Actually, I only heard it from others. Yes, the information I heard was instilled in me by others. It was a rumor spread by Count Leon and Uther Pendragon." It was obvious that the Duke was eager to pass the buck and even tried to put it on his rival.

have to say.

This might be the treachery unique to the old nobles. He might indeed be panicked enough in his heart, but as the saying goes, "win in chaos", he must have wanted to use Ian's hand to deal with his enemies.

"..."

Ian was speechless.

His silence was not due to anger.

But I don’t know what to say.

Blame?
Performing The Return of the Dragon King?

That didn't seem to be his character. He just liked to take advantage of others. But when facing Morgan's family, he was also worried that the young bad woman would secretly remember him in her heart.

after all.

He is just that kind of person. How could he not judge others by himself? As the saying goes, people of the same family are alike. When it comes to holding grudges, he and his black witch teacher are exactly the same. And seeing that Morgan's residence in the misty fantasy is this castle, Ian also thinks that this castle must have a special meaning to Morgan.

"Father, stop explaining nonsense." Morgan still stood there with her head down, her cheeks slightly flushed, obviously still embarrassed by what had just happened.

A few minutes ago, the Duke was furious because he found out that she had secretly kept Medivh's works, and even mocked Medivh in front of Ian. However, when Morgan blurted out "My teacher is Medivh", the Duke's face turned pale in an instant, and the wine glass in his hand almost fell to the ground.

This is what Ian sees now.

"Ahem..." The Duke cleared his throat and tried to break the abnormal atmosphere again. "Sir, please don't take what happened just now to heart. I have a limited understanding of Master Medivh, and there are indeed some misunderstandings due to the instigation of the treacherous people. I sincerely apologize to you here."

talking.

He also stood up and made a long bow, which was quite advanced in the display of the craftsman spirit.

"Your Excellency the Duke, there's no need to be so nervous. I don't take it to heart." Ian weighed the pros and cons and still didn't smile. His eyes were calm and deep.

"The name Medivh is indeed controversial. I've gotten used to it." Ian was telling the truth, but now he is intentionally guiding others to believe that he is different from the rumors.

That’s all I can say.

Regardless of whether the Duke and Duchess believed it in their hearts or not, at least they all appeared to agree on the surface, and the Duke even used some of his own "gossip" to compare Ian's situation.

He has to be an old noble.

Really take every opportunity.

Ian felt the Duke's emotions. He was sure that if there was any falsehood in the gossip, he would go to the bathroom of Hogwarts and have a feast! The Duke obviously wanted to prove that he believed Ian's words, and at the same time, he tried to make his wife think that the rumors were all false.

"These old men are good at psychological warfare!"

Ian couldn't help but give the Duke a thumbs up in his heart.

Of course, perhaps Duchess Ms. Igrain didn't believe it either, or maybe she felt guilty for some reason, so she interrupted and changed the subject while her husband was still nagging.

"Speaking of which, the lives of the people around our territory are also very interesting recently. Farmers hold grand celebrations during the Harvest Festival. Everyone dances around the bonfire and weaves straw into various shapes of decorations and hangs them in front of their doors to pray for a good harvest next year."

Ms. Igrain seemed very interested in the celebration.

"The Harvest Festival is one of the most important festivals here. Farmers have worked hard for a year and can finally relax on this day and enjoy the joy of the harvest."

"Of course, it's a good thing for us lords to see the farmers' good harvest." The Duke immediately followed the topic and began to express his feelings.

Morgan also started to talk to them at this time, "Those wandering bards would walk the streets during festivals, performing acrobatics and magic tricks and telling all kinds of stories."

"Although their skills are not as good as those of real wizards, they also bring a lot of joy to ordinary people." It was obvious that Morgan had also experienced the festivals and happiness of the common people.

And I like it very much.

The Duke nodded, indicating that Morgan didn't need to stand any longer, and said with a hint of nostalgia: "Yes, although those bards have a hard life, their performances always make people forget their troubles. I remember one time, a bard conjured a live pigeon out of a rope."

This kind of thing, which seems quite ordinary to wizards, is definitely something special in the eyes of ordinary people. The Duke is obviously impressed by similar performances.

Riddle sat aside, and although he still maintained an elegant demeanor on the surface, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He muttered something to Ian beside him.

"The so-called 'magic' of those bards is nothing more than a trick to deceive people. Real magic is not for the amusement of ordinary people."

Except for the disdainful tone.

Riddle's voice was filled with arrogance for his wizard status and naked contempt for ordinary people, which was consistent with Ian's impression of Voldemort.

"Tom, the lives of ordinary people are not without value. If you can't understand the beauty of life, I think even if I give you a few more chances, you will never be able to become a legend."

"You know, this world doesn't run on wizards, but on the ordinary people you look down on." It was rare for Ian to speak earnestly to others about something.

It was indeed difficult for him to agree with Riddle's ideas.

Say something.

Ian seldom talked about such truths with others, but Riddle didn't seem to listen. He just didn't say anything more because of Ian's "Silver Power".

When his eyes swept across the Duke and Duchess, they were still filled with the contempt a wizard had for ordinary people, but he hid it more deeply due to their noble status.

"A rotten tree cannot be carved." Ian commented with a sigh.

The dinner party continued. Although the Duke and Duchess still looked a little unnatural, at least the topic had shifted to something relatively relaxing. Ian occasionally cared about the various cultures and customs of this era, which greatly eased the previous awkward atmosphere.

of course.

Ian's "unworldly" inquiries and curiosity made the Duke and Duchess look at each other, and they couldn't help but imagine about Ian's situation in their minds.

Perhaps in the eyes of the couple, Ian had just awakened from a long sleep and stepped back into the world, so he was quite interested in some things that should be commonplace in this era.

The smarter people are, the more they like to imagine. After the dinner, the things that the Duke and Duchess imagined in their minds were probably enough to write a long novel if put together.

It was not difficult to tell from their increasingly polite and reserved attitude that the end of the dinner was definitely a relief for the couple.

Ian had a similar feeling.

"I'm going to go check on Malfoy. Do you want to come with me?" Seeing that there were still musicians coming up to perform, Ian couldn't help but find an excuse to leave the hall.

"Of course, I am also very interested in his recovery." Riddle wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, stood up, and bowed slightly to the Duke and Duchess politely.

The two walked out of the restaurant one after the other and walked along the corridor of the castle towards the room where Malfoy was. Various ancient oil paintings were hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and the candlelight cast swaying shadows on the stone walls.

"The dinner tonight was okay." Ian's steps were brisk and calm, while Riddle followed behind him with deep eyes, as if thinking about something.

When he opened the door, Malfoy was lying on the bed, looking much better than before. His breathing was steady, and his soul, which had been "polluted" by Helpo, was recovering.

It was obvious that Riddle's medical skills were indeed good. After all, he was a guy who was engaged in biochemical research and blood fusion. He was obviously experienced and knowledgeable in treating such injuries.

In fact, Ian could do such a thing. It's not that Ian couldn't save Malfoy, but he felt that it would consume too much of his resources, so he thought of going back to the Hogwarts school doctor for treatment.

Madam Pomfrey was the best at treating these difficult and complicated diseases, and the most important thing was that the school still used the school's resources. Ian didn't like wasting his precious medicinal materials on unfamiliar classmates - after all, the Malfoy family didn't make any contributions, and he was already a model senior for being able to travel through time to save Malfoy.

"Your level of Potions is quite impressive." Ian praised and walked to the bedside. He looked down at Malfoy's condition, and when he looked up at Riddle, his expression became thoughtful.

He always lacked helpers when brewing potions at Hogwarts, and Riddle seemed quite suitable, professional and competent. Voldemort was indeed gifted in terms of strength. He would definitely be a master-level potion assistant, but Ian didn't want to keep the Dark Lord by his side for a long time.

"Perhaps, I can find a way to turn Riddle into a Dementor... Then I will have two Dementor assistants and avoid moral and legal condemnation!"

The little wizard's heart was stirring.

Sometimes he would wonder why his brain worked so well.

This is the real amazing wisdom!

"Although I don't care about those praises, my performance in Potions class has always been one of the best in school." Riddle didn't know what Ian was thinking. His sixth sense was not strong enough, so he just responded with a smile, then walked to the bed and took out a bottle of potion from his arms.

He lifted Malfoy's head and slowly fed the potion into Malfoy's mouth. Every once in a while, he needed to feed Malfoy some specific potions.

"You weren't caught when you were stealing the potion materials, right?" Ian asked casually while leaning against the door. He still remembered that Riddle's potions were all made from "local materials" in the castle.

"I've never failed." Riddle's response was very cryptic. It was obvious that he had stolen a lot when he was in Hogwarts. After all, he was born in an orphanage and couldn't afford to buy expensive materials for practice and research.

Ian raised an eyebrow, "Theft does not suit your proud trait."

"Resources are limited, we have to find a way," Riddle said calmly. After feeding Malfoy the medicine, he gently put Malfoy back on the bed and turned to look at Ian.

"To be honest, I'm really curious, who are you?" His eyes flickered and his tone was cautious, as if he had thought for a long time before asking this question.

"Didn't you investigate it thoroughly when you were in Hogwarts?" Ian curled his lips and spoke softly. He still remembered what this guy had planned for him in Hogwarts.

"Just a little understanding." Riddle laughed at himself. "I bet that even Dumbledore may not understand the real you. Your dark magic... every one of them stimulates the old man's nerves. Compared with you, the things I learned can even be considered pure."

He truly believed this from the bottom of his heart, and his tone was sighing.

"Oh, do you think I am as important to Dumbledore as you are? Besides, I never learned any magic, but I didn't learn Horcruxes. Horcruxes are the real evil magic."

"Except for magic related to Horcruxes, other magic is only evil in the wrong hands. As long as magic is used to do the right thing, even Avada Kedavra is justice."

"Look, I used Avada to kill your other Horcruxes. Who would not say that I am the embodiment of justice when seeing me? Kind-hearted Ian?" Ian responded righteously.

"..."

Riddle was speechless.

But I couldn't refute Ian's sophistry.

He opened his mouth.

After a moment of silence, he finally sighed, "That's because you lack the fear of death. I didn't know why before, but now I understand a little bit."

"Teaching Morgan the law, naming King Arthur... I think, in their eyes, you may be the real legend." Riddle looked at the little wizard with complicated eyes.

Hear the words.

Ian nodded slightly: "Thank you for the compliment. But don't expect me to have any good feelings towards you because of something like this. You, in our Hogwarts, are the Dark Lord that everyone hates."

"And I've always been very sociable. Just ask any other student and you'll know." The young wizard was not happy about the flattery. Instead, he was wary of Riddle's sweet words.

He felt that the Dark Lord had seen through his weakness!
"..."

Riddle shook his head speechlessly again and said nothing more.

He turned and walked to the other side of the room, set up a big pot again, and began to brew a new potion. Ian glanced at him and also chose to leave this room that was about to become smelly.

in the corridor.

Ian's footsteps gradually faded away.

The night in the castle was quiet and deep, the moonlight shone through the high windows onto the stone steps, casting mottled shadows. Ian walked slowly along the stairs to his bedroom.

And the other side.

"Dark Bible... Medivh... doesn't know about Horcruxes? Ha, that's such a clumsy... lie!" Riddle stared in the direction Ian left while stirring the potion.

He was whispering.

tonight.

The young Dark Lord obtained new information about the young wizard.

And about Medivh.

He was obviously - no stranger.

(End of this chapter)