Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 239 Chapter 238: Chapter Return and Daily Life

Chapter 239 Chapter 238: Return and Daily Life
In the scene simulated by the memory, the biting cold wind whistled past, the winter snowflakes fluttered down, and the whole world was covered with a layer of white velvet carpet.

Gradually covering the forest in the memory simulation scene.

"The gods are now in my hands? What the hell?" Ian stood in the snow-covered ground, and there was a "crunching" sound under his feet.

His eyes were fixed on Merlin, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was obviously confused by what he had just heard.

"That's what it means literally, of course." Merlin was also standing in the snow in his memory, his eyes fixed on the elderberry wand that Ian was playing with.

"The power of the gods is contained in this magic wand." Merlin's voice echoed in the cold air, and there was a complicated expression in his eyes.

When Ian heard this, his eyes widened and his face was full of astonishment. Combined with the scene he just saw, he instantly understood what Merlin meant.

“So, the reason why the raven was too full was because it ate all the gods?” I have to say, this is also very shocking, and its degree of shocking is no less than the previous secret about Merlin.

Merlin sighed helplessly, a look of reminiscence on his face. "I'm not sure either. When I was a little wizard, I just explored the world of magic in my own way. When I was finally qualified to explore the mysteries of the gods, their traces had disappeared without a trace. I only found some traces left by the gods."

, I am afraid that no one in the world can solve the mystery of the disappearance of the gods. Perhaps, you really did something unknown. "Merlin looked into the distance.

It's as if looking into the distant past.

Ian was lost in thought.

His choice of words is slightly different from Merlin's. Perhaps because of his inner concerns about his own integrity, he does not like to refer to the raven and his own identity together.

"There must be a reason why Raven did this, right?" Ian always felt that there was some shocking secret behind this, but his intuition could not lead him to figure out the unknown reasons.

"I don't know that."

In response to Ian's question, Merlin just shrugged and said helplessly, "Perhaps you can turn to Morgan, your beloved apprentice, for help? She has been pursuing the secret about you."

obviously.

After Ian left that era, Merlin and Morgan had a lot of interactions, so when the great wizard mentioned Morgan, there was a bit of resentment in his tone.

It's not the kind of resentment that comes from emotional frustration.

"Ok?"

When Ian heard the name "Morgan", his face suddenly changed, and he quickly waved his hand to correct him: "Teacher, Morgan is my teacher! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Don't have the intention to harm me!" The little wizard's eyes were very alert. Of course he needed to be alert. The bad woman had a bad mind. God knows if she was spying on the human world at this time.

"This is not the raven I know."

Merlin said in a teasing tone.

"My name is Ian Prince."

Ian corrected Merlin's awkward address.

Merlin didn't object.

At this moment, the little wizard raised his wand again, and he thought of the first time he set foot in Diagon Alley last year and bought a wand at Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"I still remember that when I bought this wand, Mr. Ollivander said that the core of my wand was a unicorn feather." No little wizard can forget the moment when he buys his wand.

false promotion.

He knew that Mr. Ollivander was a profiteer! Just when Ian was wondering if he could keep his wand and go to Mr. Ollivander and say, "Give me back, damn it!"

"You just heard it, it's not true. Mr. Ollivander thought he was using unicorn feathers, but in fact, I just sold him raven feathers as unicorn feathers."

"Confusing people's perceptions is my specialty." Maybe it's because Merlin is now a descendant of Ollivander, but he still felt guilty and cleared Mr. Ollivander's name.

This also made the little wizard's idea of ​​returning the money completely unfounded.

"I don't think you can just confuse reality, right?" Ian didn't really care about the eight gold galleons. He recalled his suspicious expression when he knew Arthur King and Lyrium.

"When you can deceive reality, it also means you can modify reality..." Merlin's expression remained unchanged. He just raised his hand and showed Ian the ring on his finger.

“It strengthens me in that area.”

There is nothing to hide.

Merlin was frank with him.

"The power of Nightmare blood?" Ian asked curiously. He had heard many legends about Merlin, the most famous of which was the one about Merlin being half-nightmare.

In response to the little wizard's question.

Merlin smiled without saying anything, which could be considered as his agreement.

"So, my magic wand is indeed a raven feather, right?" Ian turned the magic wand that was connected with his mind and still found this fact quite dreamy.

"Yes. I think it's a funny joke, isn't it? The feathers of the most sinister creature in the world are called unicorn feathers."

Merlin nodded, with a hint of pride in his expression, as if he thought he had a good sense of humor. "You should have realized how handy your wand is when it comes to using the Dark Arts."

There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

"..."

Ian was somewhat speechless.

Of course, he had wondered why his wand was so handy for using the dark arts, but he had never considered that instead of a unicorn feather, a raven feather could also represent the balance between life and death.

"Mei Ba Pi, you actually tried to make a profit by being a middleman on the feathers that others entrusted you to deliver. That's really despicable." Ian could only change the subject and slightly criticize Merlin.

"Forehead……"

Merlin was immediately choked by Ian's words. He was silent for a moment before responding in a slightly awkward tone, "I can't help it. After all, I have to eat at that time."

What an unpretentious reason.

But if you say that Merlin doesn't even have money for food, not only Ian, but no one would believe it. A capable wizard has so many ways to make money.

Not to mention Merlin, a wizard at the top of the pyramid.

"They're all excuses."

Ian continues to despise Merlin.

Merlin immediately pretended that he couldn't see it, and as Merlin waved his wand gently, the surrounding scene began to blur, and the scene simulated in his memory gradually dissipated.

"That's all I know about the raven. I've tried to track it down, but I almost got killed a few times. Maybe you don't want others to know about your affairs."

Merlin's tone was filled with fear, and he didn't know what had happened to him.

"Yeah." Ian nodded thoughtfully, and the cause of Morgan's death came to his mind. A hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

The two returned to their dormitory at Hogwarts.

Ian was still thinking about the information he received today, while Merlin looked at the rising sun outside the window, changed his clothes directly, and walked towards the gate.

"I don't want to miss breakfast."

His words surprised the little wizard.

"Are you still planning to continue attending school as Lyrium?" Ian didn't expect Merlin to love eating so much. At the same time, he didn't expect Merlin to actually plan to stay in Hogwarts.

"why not?"

Merlin looked back at Ian, then opened the door and walked out. There were already many students who got up in the corridor, and they had no idea what had just happened here.

The students walked out of the dormitory area in groups of three or five. Merlin, posing as a blond boy, directly blended into the group of young wizards in the corridor.

He was laughing and joking with a few familiar students, and there seemed to be no sense of incongruity, integrating perfectly into the segment.

"This guy is so shameless... That's right, how could the old monster not be thick-skinned." Ian looked at Merlin's departing back and shook his head speechlessly.

He did not choose to go to breakfast, but turned back to his dormitory. His roommates William and Michael were chatting, and Ian joined their conversation. There was nothing he could do.

Ian also fits in well with the segmentation.

"Hey, Ian, did you hear? Michael was fooled by the little black girl again yesterday!" William said with a smile, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Hmm? What did I miss?"

Ian immediately put other things behind his mind, his gossipy heart burning. What a long-lost atmosphere. He almost forgot that he had a dog-licking friend.

Facing William's teasing, Michael's face turned red, "She's not kidding me! She just doesn't want her friends to see her and me together and target me!"

"She's doing this for my own good! She's really considerate of me!" I have to say, Michael is really a naive boy. He was simply hooked by the little black girl and became a hooker.

Xiao Hei Mei is really good at playing the role of a caring green tea sister.

"I saw her carrying a bottle of aphrodisiac on her the day before yesterday." Ian also expressed what he had observed, and this sentence immediately made Michael's eyes light up.

He thought it was his sweetheart who wanted to use it on him.

however.

The little wizard's next words ruthlessly destroyed Michael's expectations.

"And yesterday, I found that her love potion was no longer on her. I think she must have used it up." Ian blinked, trying to awaken his roommate's love brain with the facts he had seen.

only.

He also underestimated the horror of love-brain.

Michael's unwillingness to believe only lasted for a moment, and then he immediately revealed a look of undoubted belief, "She must have brought the love potion for her friend."

"As you all know, Rebecca loves helping others the most, which often causes her to be taken advantage of by bad friends. There are a group of very bad girls in Slytherin."

Michael made a forced explanation for his goddess.

"..."

Ian and William were both speechless, and after looking at each other, they couldn't help shaking their heads. As expected, you can never wake up a bootlicker, and Michael explained this truth very well.

"This is youth!" Ian patted Michael's shoulder compassionately and walked straight to the dormitory bathroom. He needed to take a shower and change his clothes. Soon, it was time for class. In the Hogwarts Charms classroom, sunlight poured in through the tall windows, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

The morning class was not that difficult. After all, it was the Charms class taught by the Headmaster of Ravenclaw, and Ian was the Headmaster's favorite. The experience of attending the class was definitely at its best.

of course.

Ian didn't listen carefully. He looked at the elder wand in his hand from time to time, still thinking about Merlin's words in his mind, wondering what was special about the power of the gods.

Not only the students did not think that Ian's absent-minded behavior was wrong, but even Professor Flitwick was the same. However, he would still ask Ian questions occasionally.

"Ian, can you demonstrate this spell for us?" Professor Flitwick's voice came from the podium. His eyes first pretended to scan the students in the classroom, and finally fell on Ian.

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and all the little wizards focused their attention on Ian. They all knew that Ian was the best student in Ravenclaw College, and could even be said to be one of the best wizards in the entire Hogwarts. Every time he demonstrated magic, it would bring some amazing effects.

So, Ian nodded, stood up, and bowed slightly to his dean.

"Of course, Professor."

Ian's etiquette was not perfect because of Riddle's influence. His bow had another meaning. Ian just raised his hand and cast the spell without any pre-swing or chanting.

fast.

The target was none other than Professor Flitwick.

"what?"

Professor Flitwick had not expected such a situation at all. He had originally wanted to designate a student to experience this magic, but he did not expect Ian to be so quick that he did not even have time to react.

Therefore, the dean was hit by magic without any warning.

His body trembled violently, and his face turned pale instantly. Then, he began to retch violently, as if something was about to burst out of his throat.

"vomit--"

Professor Flitwick bent down, covered his mouth with one hand, and supported himself on the podium with the other hand. His body was shaking violently as if he was in great pain.

Subsequently.

A huge slug came out of his mouth. The slug was bigger than Professor Flitwick's body, and its slimy body was wriggling on the ground, emitting a disgusting smell. There was a cry of surprise in the classroom, and the young wizards covered their mouths one after another, and some even turned their heads away, not daring to look again.

"Merlin's beard!"

A Hufflepuff student exclaimed in a low voice.

"This is so disgusting!"

He said so, but his eyes never left the slug that the professor had spit out. He said one thing and meant another, and was clearly a Hufflepuff who had learned bad things.

"Good! Very good!" Professor Flitwick's face was still pale, but he suppressed his nausea, raised his head and looked at Ian, forcing a smile on his face.

"Excellent...excellent magic, Ian." His voice was trembling, but his tone was full of praise. "Twenty points for Ravenclaw!"

Professor Flitwick was very decisive in giving extra points, and any smart person could see that the reason he loved to question Ian was because Ian always showed extraordinary magical abilities during the teaching session.

There are such students.

No dean would miss the opportunity to add extra points to the house. Although Professor Flitwick suffered this time, since he had already been infected, he would of course endure the nausea reaction and add the points.

This is what adults should do to stop losses in time! The little wizards couldn't quite understand it yet, so there was a whisper in the classroom, and the little wizards showed surprised expressions. They didn't expect that Professor Flitwick would be so generous to give Ian extra points after suffering such an "attack".

"Thank you, Professor."

Ian smiled and bowed slightly again.

Professor Flitwick waved his hand, motioning Ian to sit down. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then turned to the students in the classroom.

"Students, Ian's demonstration was perfect. His magic was quick and effective, which is exactly the skill we need to master in a duel."

The professor's tone was full of emotion. He looked at Ian who sat back in his seat again, "I think, Ian, you will definitely become an excellent duel master!"

What a wonderful wish.

This is the value of the dean’s favorite child.

Even though the dean was still feeling nauseous, his love for Ian had not diminished.

At this time, there was a round of applause in the classroom. Although some young wizards were still frightened by the giant slug, they had to admit that Professor Ian's magic was indeed amazing. It was really worthwhile to spend money to take the class of this young professor! Invisibly, Ian won a few more potential customers for his small class.

soon.

It's time to end the get out of class.

Ian did not go to the auditorium with other students, but came to the Room of Requirement alone. He opened the door and a cold atmosphere filled the room.

I saw a black-robed skeleton sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, holding the poor Dementor in his hands like a cat. The Dementor was trembling but didn't dare to think of escaping.

Ian's eyes fell on the black-robed skeleton. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling something. Who would have thought that the goddess who was once lively and full of vitality would now become like this - a cold skeleton that could not even fully understand many words?

"Hi, comrade, long time no see."

Ian said softly.

The black-robed skeleton slowly raised its head, with confusion in its empty eye sockets. It tilted its head as if trying to understand Ian's words, but in the end it just lowered its head in silence.

Continuing to caress the Dementor beside her - this goddess, she might not be truly dead... but, she is definitely not truly alive either.

(End of this chapter)

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