Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 243 242: It's incredible
In the principal's office.

Under the dim light.

Fox, a phoenix with gorgeous feathers, was curled up on a perch near the window and taking a nap. Its gorgeous tail feathers occasionally trembled slightly, emitting a warm and mysterious light.

In the air, white steam rose from the fireplace, slowly swirling in a spiral, adding a touch of dreaminess to this ancient and solemn room.

Ian stood in front of the desk, staring down at a book that Dumbledore had handed to him. The gold-embossed letters on the dark brown leather cover of the book shone faintly.

Dark Forces: Spell Transmutation

——Written by Tom Riddle.

This was definitely a development Ian had never expected.

Say something.

The moment Ian took the book, he was filled with curiosity. Many guesses flashed through his mind: who could be the author of this book about dark power and spell transformation?
He guessed that it might be Grindelwald, the powerful and mysterious black wizard, whose research on dark magic was unparalleled. He also wondered if it might be Merlin, an ancient and powerful legendary wizard, who might have left behind such a taboo and alternative magic work. The little wizard even guessed if it might be his teacher Morgan.

after all.

A different kind of fate would always connect his fate with Morgan through various coincidences - these people were likely to study and obtain cutting-edge results in the dark forces.

Of course, the careful Ian did not even ignore the old headmaster in front of him. The great white wizard Dumbledore's attainments in dark forces are also not to be underestimated and are at the forefront of history.

however.

Even if Ian was given a hundred chances, he would never have thought that he would see the name of Voldemort, which should have been considered a taboo, in the book given by Dumbledore.

"This……"

Ian's voice was stuck in his throat. He looked up at Dumbledore in disbelief. "Professor, this is really not a joke? You are not going to use your own work to label Riddle."

This is of course an unreasonable suspicion, but if we put it in the context of the absurd possibility that Dumbledore would collect Voldemort's works, it would instantly become much more reasonable.

"An interesting idea, but April Fool's Day hasn't come yet after all." Dumbledore smiled slightly, and his blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses sparkled with a cunning light.

"..."

Ian's mood was obviously the opposite of Dumbledore's. He was still immersed in such an absurd reality. "So, Riddle lived a good life in the past?"

Ian was not sure whether Dumbledore had found the time to return to the past. He remembered that Dumbledore said that he would deal with Riddle who was stranded in the past.

In the morning and at noon.

Because he took the time to sense the connection between himself and Riddle, he did not find that Riddle was still alive in this world, so he thought that Dumbledore had killed Riddle or imprisoned Riddle in the past and let Riddle slowly die of old age. He was still thinking about going to the misty illusion to sense it again.

Who would have thought.

Riddle could actually write books in the past!

"I think he has finally accepted the name he once despised. Of course, he still hasn't written his middle name. Perhaps his ideas about pure blood and honor have just changed."

Dumbledore did not respond directly, but looked down at the book in the little wizard's hand. His somewhat elusive eyes stared at the name of the author of the book.

"Does Riddle understand that he has to fight for his own honor?" Ian didn't expect that what he said before would actually be heard by the young Dark Lord.

His eyes fell back on the book, carefully examining the texture of the paper and the degree of oxidation of the ink - the book had obviously gone through a very long period of time.

It is by no means an object brought directly from the past.

"maybe."

Dumbledore's tone was noncommittal.

He still spoke in a calm voice.

"I took some time to go back and found that he was hiding very secretly and keeping a low profile... I think he was stimulated by some changes in his personality during his journey with you."

"I observed his situation for a while, and after returning to our time, I found this book that had been gathering dust in the warehouse of Hogwarts."

"I think... every time we travel through time, the influence from the past will accelerate the time it takes to reach us." Dumbledore told what he did this morning and noon.

and the summarized information.

of course.

That wasn't Ian's concern.

"You didn't catch him, or...what about him?" Ian made a slightly exaggerated expression and wiped his neck with his hand.

Seeing the little wizard's attitude.

Dumbledore couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

"Unfortunately, I didn't do that."

His answer was straightforward.

Subsequently.

He looked at the little wizard with a slightly complicated and apologetic look.

"My child, please forgive my selfishness. Riddle's situation is too special... As long as the impact is still within the controllable range, I hope to take the risk and conduct some observations."

Dumbledore did not dare to look the little wizard in the eye.

It is really rare to see an evasive look from this old principal.

And every time this happens.

Ian knew exactly why - for Dumbledore, there was only one situation that would make this great leader make such an unjust choice.

"Well, I guess it won't have any impact on me." As the master of the Paradox Servant, Ian certainly didn't have to worry about Riddle setting up and leaving traps for him in the past.

As a paradox servant.

There was no way Riddle could attempt anything that would harm his master.

He couldn't even think about it.

After all, he is a servant.

Not a complete individual.

"Let Riddle fly over for a while." Ian didn't ask too many questions. He knew very well that Dumbledore's attempt must be for the common intersection of the two people.

Ariana.

One doesn't need to think too much to realize how similar Ariana's situation is to Riddle's. The unexpectedly resurrected Riddle is definitely the best experimental subject for Dumbledore.

The old headmaster never gave up an idea that went against the laws of nature, and Ian had long realized this, but he and the old headmaster had no disagreement in this regard.

if it is possible.

How could Ariana not deserve to live a full life?

The rules of nature are meant to be broken, and human development is a fight against nature, whether it is magic or science, this is what Ian has always believed.

"Thank you, Ian."

Seeing that Ian did not object, Dumbledore visibly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked grateful and turned his attention back to the unexpected situation that had occurred to Ian.

"Now, the most important thing for us is to sort out your magic and determine whether the changes that have occurred are good or bad." Dumbledore's eyes revealed his deep concern for Ian's health and safety.

after all.

Ian is not only a student of Hogwarts, but also the only person who can communicate with Ariana. Both publicly and privately, Ian plays a very important role in Dumbledore's eyes.

If it were a dispute decades ago, Grindelwald would probably hold Ian's neck and ask him hundreds of questions, such as "Will Dumbledore mourn for you?" "I personally feel very good, don't worry, Professor." Ian did not feel any discomfort or hidden dangers. He knew some information about his own situation that was difficult to tell Dumbledore.

"That's all for now. Don't let your guard down. Everything related to those disappeared gods is no small matter." Dumbledore remained cautious enough.

He signaled Ian with his eyes to flip through Riddle's book. Ian nodded and continued to flip through the book. As he turned the pages, his brows gradually relaxed and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes - Ian had to admit that Riddle did make him look at him with a new eye.

"This is incredible." Ian muttered, his finger pausing on a complex diagram of a magic circle, "Riddle could actually write something so profound and abstruse?"

The content of the book far exceeded his expectations. Riddle, or Voldemort, systematically analyzed dozens of magical expressions in this book, from ancient European runes to African bone charms, from the five elements of the East to American totem magic. Each spell structure was thoroughly analyzed.

There were also detailed comments and suggestions for improvement. It was no wonder that Ian was surprised by such erudition and detail, after all, he only had two stereotypes about Voldemort.

One is a strange "ga ga ga" laugh.

The other thing is that all he does is eat big melons.

Only in the transformation of human wizards' magic can we see some of Voldemort's achievements - of course, if we have to say it, the magic cracked in this book is dark, which still seems to be Riddle's preference.

"Research like Riddle's is enough to shake the world and go down in history."

Ian marveled as he read.

Who would have thought that the young version of Voldemort, who was obsessed with pursuing the power of dark magic and attempting to rule the world, could actually write such a valuable work?

"Talent and morality are not always proportional, Ian." Dumbledore said softly after hearing this, "No one can deny his talent. What I have always denied is his evil heart."

That is indeed the case.

In Dumbledore's evaluation of Riddle, we have never heard him criticize Riddle's talent. He just kept mocking Riddle's narrow vision that prevented Riddle from seeing a broader future.

"Riddle's talent is good."

Ian was immersed in the contents of the book, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes nodding slightly. Dumbledore stood aside, looking at Ian quietly, his eyes full of expectation. After a while, Dumbledore said, "Ian, learn about the magic spell system related to the gods directly on the spot."

"I'm sure this won't be difficult for you."

Dumbledore knew that Ian's speed in learning the Dark Arts was astonishing.

And the fact is indeed so. Look, Ian only flipped through it a few times and completely mastered the content. After becoming a legend, his learning speed in this area is even faster.

In fact, he was quite amazing in the past. As long as it involved knowledge about black magic, Ian was like a child prodigy and could quickly understand and master it.

"It's all good knowledge! There's no bad knowledge! There's only bad wizards!"

Ian's crazy study makes things more obvious.

Ian turned to the chapter "Divine Magic" and his eyes lit up immediately. This chapter recorded in detail the rituals of communicating with gods and magic related to mythology.

It even included a section on how to: steal the spell structure of divine power. Of course, there was a reason for such a method, and Riddle marked a line of small words in red ink in the margin.

"The god who controls me didn't respond to me at all. I could only find a way to secretly steal His power to verify these contents." This guy even went so far as to indicate in his own works that he did not steal the power of other gods.

It's true that I'm being too cautious.

After the young wizard saw this line of words, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching a few times - he didn't feel kidney deficiency or anything, but this didn't stop him from making a big note for Riddle in the debt in his little notebook!
Misappropriation?

nonexistent!

Nine out and two hundred and sixty back!
"I learned it." Ian studied while thinking, and he was still able to learn in seconds - he closed the book. It was not difficult for him to learn how to integrate this E-era magic into the system of other spells.

In the final analysis, spells are just frameworks, and magic is the result of filling the framework with magic power. You only need to use other frameworks to lock in the same result, and you can naturally use other spells to create magic with the same effect.

Only the framework changes.

That is, Dumbledore suspected that gods were involved, and Ian would undergo magical changes.

"Very good, then we should move on to the next step." Dumbledore's expression was a little strange, but he still didn't judge anything. He just walked forward and put his hand on Ian's shoulder again.

A familiar feeling of squeezing came over them, and when their vision became clear again, they were standing on the edge of a steep canyon. The sharp mountain wind whistled past and blew up Ian's hair.

"Godric's Hollow."

Ian recognized this very special place that kept reappearing in his life. In the distance, the setting sun dyed the jagged rocks blood red.

Dumbledore was also looking at the scenery in the distance.

"Actually, our family didn't live here at first."

He seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

"At first, our family lived in a small village. I still remember that the flowers there always withered very quickly. Because my father was imprisoned in Azkaban, my mother moved us to Godric's Hollow - this is where our ancestors once lived."

The old headmaster's words reminded the young wizard of the Dumbledore he had met in the past. Just when the young wizard was curious whether Dumbledore had mentioned him in the family tree later.

Dumbledore spoke again slowly.

The tone was somewhat intriguing.

"Everyone in the Dumbledore family will suffer."

"I think my mother brought us here because our ancestors once said that as long as we live here, the curse of the Dumbledore family will be redeemed."

What familiar words.

In the past time and space, Ian had also heard Dumbledore say such words.

however.

Now hearing the old headmaster repeating the story, Ian's mood was completely different. He was a little doubtful and his eyes swept across Dumbledore's calm face.

"professor……"

The young wizard finally understood why Dumbledore was so energetic after his return, and was even willing to use the Oblivion Charm on himself in order to keep Merlin's secret.

perhaps.

In Dumbledore's opinion.

As long as nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely be able to achieve his desired goal. And studying Riddle was the key to completing the process towards his goal.

after all.

These words came from the earliest family tree, and in that family tree there was a name that was as incomprehensible as an Ouroboros, and it was also a name that Albus Dumbledore would never ignore.

"let's start."

Just when the little wizard seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The old principal spoke with a smile.

So, Ian could only put his doubts aside for the time being, and began to use the spell framework of ancient Greek mythology to cast the lighting spell that was very common for wizards.

next moment.

I saw.

The setting sun in the sky suddenly seemed to be filled with energy.

A beam of light fell down like the sky falling.

"Sun God..."

Ian sensed a familiar scent.

(End of this chapter)