Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 249: God of Witchcraft

The surrounding area was filled with thick, inky fog.

The mist was entwined between the thick and strange tree trunks, and it seemed to have life, gently wriggling and emitting a damp and decayed smell. Deep in the foggy forest, there was a pair of eyes emitting a faint green light, like two will-o'-the-wisp fires, flashing a chilling chill in the darkness.

"who?"

The gazes in the Dark Forest did not seem to be kind, so the little wizard took out his wand immediately. When their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ian could clearly sense the confusion in the other person's eyes.

"who are you?"

He asked in a deep voice, his voice echoing in the silent forest. However, the other party did not answer. The pair of eyes just continued to stare at Ian quietly, as if seeing through something.

"Foreign wizard," a hoarse voice sounded from where the eyes were shining, but it seemed to sound from all directions at the same time, and even the surrounding river seemed to be repeating this sentence.

The owner of the strange pentagonal eyes slowly moved forward, and the mist formed a vortex around her that enveloped her entire body, but Ian could sense that the other person was an old woman.

“You do not belong in the kingdom of the dead.”

She stared at Ian, very confused, her eyes full of thought.

"I'm just passing by."

Ian kept his wand steady while quietly drawing a hidden protective rune on the ground with his toes. "If this forest is your territory, I will..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The old witch seemed to have figured something out.

“Passing by?”

The old witch suddenly let out a terrifying shrill laugh, and the entire dark forest came alive with her laughter. The twisted trees opened the scars on their bark to reveal the eyeballs wrapped inside.

The hanging mosses turned into thousands of little green snakes.

They all turned in Ian's direction.

"If you are passing by, you have to pay a toll, my dear... Mr. Little Legend." At this moment, the witch's voice seemed to have suddenly become fifty years younger.

It sounds sweet as honey and charming.

She had actually recognized Ian as a legend, but even so, she didn't seem to have the intention of avoiding him. Instead, she felt like she wanted to plunder something from Ian.

Ian also felt some changes in the surrounding environment at this moment.

It seems that the magic of Apparition cannot be used.

This was obviously the work of the old witch.

"Come here~"

The old witch is ready to make a move.

Ian's protective rune lit up with golden light at the last moment, blocking a series of bone spurs that suddenly pierced out from the ground. He quickly jumped back and his wand drew a graceful arc in the air.

"The Journey of Flame!"

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the tip of Ian's wand.

The light was as hot as the scorching sun, instantly illuminating the entire Black Forest. Then, countless flames burst out from the staff, roaring past like a raging tsunami.

It swept towards the witch hidden in the thick fog.

The flames rolled and twisted in the air, forming a huge fire dragon. The dragon roared, and the moment it whistled past was dyed blue, rushing towards the old witch with destructive force.

"Oh, what a joyful magic."

The old witch was like an ant in front of the fire dragon, but she did not panic at all. Instead, she giggled and raised her hands.

Her fingers danced like she was manipulating a puppet. In the strange rhythm, Ian's magic was twisted and deformed. The fire dragon that covered the sky was instantly twisted into thousands of black butterflies.

Under the control of the old witch.

The butterflies suddenly turned around and flew towards Ian in an overwhelming manner. Their wings looked very agile, yet they shone with a luster like a blade.

"Using cognition to distort reality?"

Ian's pupils contracted. He was already familiar with this method from the bad woman teacher Morgan, but he had just been promoted to a legend and had not yet done too much research in this area.

did not expect.

Now we can see similar operations again on the Black Witch in this new map. Sure enough, the opponent who dares to attack a legend must be a character with some skills.

I just don't know who this old witch was in history.

"The forbidden spell ends!"

Ian waved his wand, and the magic that he created himself but was derived from [All Curses Are Ended] was instantly released, and countless butterflies completely turned into smoke in an instant.

"what?"

For the first time, the old witch showed a surprised expression.

"It's awesome."

The mist surrounding her also dissipated under Ian's magic, revealing her decayed face.

As expected, she was an evil villain-like old witch, with wrinkled skin like a dry riverbed, but this seemingly weak old man possessed extremely powerful strength.

The pair of dark green eyes in her deep eye sockets flashed with madness and weirdness.

"I didn't mean to intrude into your territory." Ian kept wondering in his heart why the hazy illusion brought him here and what the old witch in front of him was like.

His repeated show of weakness did not win the old witch's favor.

"My dear, you don't understand yet. It doesn't matter to me whether you break in here or not." The old witch raised her hand and touched her cheek which was exposed to the gaze of others.

She seemed to be adapting to the process.

"So what's important?"

Ian secretly mobilized his magic power and spoke with pretended curiosity.

"Of course, I can use your body to return to the human world again... this is the most important thing!" The old witch was fully confident and did not hide her purpose.

"I see. Then this is a deadly feud."

Ian suddenly realized.

"Yes, that's right, child. I will make good use of your body, and you stay here in my place." The old witch's skinny fingers trembled a few times in the air.

immediately.

The ground of the entire forest suddenly began to wriggle - the black soil bulged and formed dozens of human-shaped clay dolls that looked exactly like Ian, each of which perfectly copied his staff-holding posture.

"interesting."

Ian licked his suddenly cracked lips and felt the magic rushing excitedly in his veins. Except when facing Merlin, he had never felt such pressure from other wizards.

Ok.

Helbo doesn't count.

At that time, Helbo was no longer a wizard.

"Can you replicate my magic?"

Ian looked at the clay-like dolls.

next moment.

The old witch gave the answer with her actions. She tapped her fingers as if playing the piano, and the clay dolls raised their wands at the same time and cast spells in unison.

Dozens of beams of different colors intertwined into a web, blocking all of Ian's escape routes. These spells were real - the witch could actually distort her cognition and make the clay replica perform real magic.

"It's really interesting."

There was a hint of surprise in Ian's eyes.

but.

That's all.

"Unfortunately, they don't have the magic power like me, nor do they have the magic that I possess!" Magic power surged through Ian's body, and pressure like the sky falling suddenly appeared.

All the magic directed at him stopped in mid-air almost at the same time.

as if.

Encountered a freeze.

"What kind of magic is this?"

The old witch's wrinkled face showed a bit of astonishment, and at the same time, a bit of confusion. Logically, the puppet she summoned should be able to release all the magic that Ian possessed.

However, things turned out differently from what she expected.

"Time magic?"

The old witch guessed in doubt that this kind of magic was beyond her understanding.

"It's fate, ma'am."

Ian tried his best to maintain the politeness taught by Dumbledore.

"Not everyone is as perceptive as I am. This may be my unique magic. Unfortunately, your dolls cannot replicate it."

Ian gently waved his wand, as if plucking the strings of fate, and all the magic that was originally pointed at him turned around and hit the old witch.

only.

The old witch did not move.

All the magic turned into black butterflies when it approached her.

"Since we are mortal enemies, don't blame me." Ian was not surprised. Instead, he quickly raised his wand, mobilized his magic power, and used forbidden magic in this land of the dead.

"Fel energy explodes!"

A dark green beam of light shot up into the sky.

It's like the mushroom cloud after a nuclear explosion.

It continued to expand in all directions, and wherever it passed, even space and time withered. After all, this was the terrible magic that could kill the witch Morgan.

Wherever it goes.

Dead things also have to come to an end. It is not just a death curse, but also an anchor of fate, an inevitable end that will come to anything.

Everything around was dyed green, a symbol of death. Countless twisted trees that seemed to come alive wailed and died, without even a trace of remnant left.

soul.

I can die again.

And that.

It will be nothingness.

"Hiss, what a terrible magic."

The old witch sensed the power contained in this magic, and she was obviously shocked. However, she only sighed in amazement.

"If I were still alive, such magic would be enough to kill me a thousand times, ten thousand times. However... this is a hazy fantasy world." The old witch smiled very happily.

"In this land, cognition trumps magic."

Some familiar theories coming out of the mouth of this old and ugly witch made Ian stunned. At this moment, the old witch unexpectedly walked towards the howling green.

Green waves like a tsunami surged in, but the old witch just closed her eyes confidently and calmly. She chose to believe in the truth she firmly believed in and began to distort reality.

then.

next moment.

As she stepped down, all the power that once represented death and despair flowed to her feet at this moment, as if being pulled by an invisible force and gathered into an irresistible torrent. However, this power did not bring death, but instead miraculously turned into a colorful meadow under her feet.

The flowers on the grass were blooming in a riot of colour and fragrance, in stark contrast to the once lifeless surroundings.

"Look, your struggle is in vain, new legend." The old witch's voice was clear and pleasant, and no one knew when she turned into a gorgeous beauty.

Luxurious and graceful, with extraordinary temperament.

“Why not obey me?”

The witch squatted down, gently picked a blooming flower, put it to her nose and sniffed it. The fragrance seemed to penetrate her soul and evoked countless beautiful memories.

"I haven't seen such vitality in many years." The old witch, who had transformed into a royal sister, spoke in a soft and emotional voice, her strange eyes filled with slow remembrance.

"Okay, you're pretty good."

Ian sighed.

"So, you won't resist?"

The charming old witch smiled.

"Do not."

Ian shook his head.

Under the astonished gaze of the old witch.

"Indeed, cognition overwhelms magic. I don't refute this, but... I have seen a power that overwhelms cognition." The little wizard said softly.

"Oh?"

The old witch's curiosity was immediately aroused.

"what is that?"

She was not in a hurry, but asked as if she was chatting.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Ian cast a spell directly, and countless silver threads appeared and began to outline the girl's figure.

"Oh, what did I think it was? Do you want to say it's the power of hope?" The old witch shook her head in disappointment, as if she was disdainful of Ian's response using magic.

"No no no."

Before Ariana could even take shape, Ian immediately stuffed a ring into Ariana's hand, "Quick! Call Pandro to fight the monster!"

Done.

Without waiting for the confused Ariana to react.

The little wizard canceled the magic.

Ariana returned to the original town with the patronus ring he gave her.

"You'll know in a moment." Ian calmed his mind, thinking that he couldn't bear the weight of King Arthur in this world, but it should be no problem in this hazy fantasy world.

It really doesn't work.

Just shake Mr. Morgan.

Teacher Morgan will definitely be able to get it, as she loves him the most as a student - thinking of this, Ian was not panicked, as he actually had some other cards up his sleeve.

such as.

Animagus form.

"Procrastination is not a good habit."

The old witch sneered, and a hint of impatience flashed across her queenly face. She raised her hand, as if she was about to attack.

however.

Just when the little wizard was alert.

"No!"

The witch's expression suddenly froze.

A hint of fear suddenly flashed in her eyes with pentagonal patterns.

immediately.

And was filled with full of fear.

It was like seeing something more terrifying than death.

"I didn't walk out of the Black Forest! I didn't violate any rules!" the witch screamed, and then, before Ian could react, she turned around abruptly, and her vine cloak spread out like bat-like wings with a "rustle".

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The witch rushed into the depths of the forest at incredible speed.

"What the hell?"

Ian didn't know what the other party saw. He turned his head in great confusion, only to see that the black forest he had destroyed was growing back again madly.

And in this scene where "everything grows".

A woman wearing a crown is walking towards us.

Elegant and divine.

(End of this chapter)