Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 252 Chapter 251: Accident! Ian is in big trouble!
Say something.

The idea that knowledge is toxic.

Obviously, it is not something that originally existed in this world. After all, anyone with a discerning eye would know that such a concept is obviously inconsistent with the main theme and tone of the existence of the entire world.

Knowledge has weight.

It is understandable that a certain level cannot carry certain knowledge, and it can be regarded as a characteristic of the extraordinary world. However, this is completely different from the poisonousness of knowledge.

Simultaneously.

This is also completely different from the situation where black magic can affect the soul. After all, the first one will affect the soul only after it is used, while just analyzing and studying black magic at an academic level will not have any effect on a person's soul.

This is completely different from simply "knowing" something, which itself has a negative impact. Therefore, when Ian heard this, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

There does seem to be an aura of "old friend" here.

To know.

If the concept of "knowledge is poisonous" already exists in this world, then there must be many stories in history today about wizards who attempted to touch "toxic" knowledge and were "poisoned".

In that case.

The impact of black magic on the soul would not be the most terrible taboo among wizards. There should be many wizards in the world who are polluted by knowledge, and there are also crazy wizards who try to use such knowledge to pollute others. Taking all factors into consideration, what Mr. Morgan said about poisonous knowledge must be a special case.

In other words.

Certain beings, certain lives, have placed a curse-like power on certain knowledge, which has led to the so-called "toxic knowledge" concept that exists in this world.

And who exactly has placed a curse on certain aspects of knowledge?
Ok.

It’s so hard to guess.

Ian chose not to guess out of guilt.

of course.

It is also possible that the underlying logic of the world has been changed, but Ian feels that this possibility is obviously not very high. After all, that has already touched the authority of a true creator.

"That. Teacher." Ian could realize that this was poisonous knowledge and must have caused trouble for Morgan in the past, so he tactically coughed and chose to change the subject immediately.

how to say.

Anyway, this part of knowledge has been given to him by Morgan. After he goes back, he can gain insight into many things by conducting careful research. Naturally, there is no need to continue asking Morgan to increase the possible "retaliatory consequences".

"Do you know why I went to the territory of the witch goddess Circe? Is it because I once dealt with the ancient Greek gods in the past time and space?"

This is also the confusion that Ian has been holding in his heart since just now.

but.

In response to Ian's question, Morgan did not answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hand, elegantly picked up the teacup that appeared out of thin air, and made the silver spoon in the teacup turn by itself.

When the porcelain and the silver spoon collided, a crisp sound was made, which was quite rhythmic, as if some kind of music was being played, but it was a strange tone that normal people could not appreciate.

"How interesting! It seems that time can indeed change a person." Morgan stared at Ian with his silver eyes without blinking, scanning every inch of his expression as if his gaze was real.

Ian was confused.

a long time.

Morgan chuckled at the young wizard's confused expression.

"Actually, shouldn't you ask yourself this question?" Morgan's voice was as ethereal as the steam rising from her cup. She took a sip of hot tea and spoke again in a teasing tone.

"The Lord of the Dead, Raven the God of the Underworld, and Medivh the God Eater." Morgan put down the teacup, and the porcelain made a slight sound when it touched the wooden table.

She spoke each word softly and with a smile on her face. It was obvious that she knew more about Ian's messy identities than most wizards.

Perhaps this legendary black witch knows Ian better than Merlin?
just.

No one knows how much she has hidden in her heart.

Unlike before, Morgan no longer deliberately concealed what she knew, and no one knew how she clearly grasped what Ian already knew.

"Forehead……"

Ian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"To be honest, I don't understand the detailed relationship between these names and me. It feels more confusing than a tangled mess. I only know that my wand seems to be related to the gods."

Ian raised his wand.

He guessed that some of his situations were related to the gods, or perhaps to the gods' disappearance. After all, the matter of the raven already explained a lot of things.

"You are quite honest."

Morgan put down the teacup, and the porcelain made a soft sound when it touched the wooden table. She stared at Ian in silence until he felt the tips of his ears begin to burn before she spoke again.

"Some secrets are only for you to explore. The mysteries of the gods and most of the information about ravens are secrets that I have not understood until now."

"I'm not qualified."

The legendary black witch shrugged, her tone rarely filled with helplessness. Morgan's eyes fell on the wand on Ian's waist, her eyes were complicated and difficult to interpret, "The only things I can tell you are some puzzles about Medivh. Perhaps your future will be a completely different path from that of the gods."

Ian nodded thoughtfully. He thought of his recent research, his thoughts on the nature of wizards, and his conclusion that wizards represent infinite possibilities.

It seems that this special teacher of ours did not make a wrong judgment.

After all, he had not yet had the chance to share his legendary experience with Morgan, and Morgan was able to draw such a conclusion, which must have been because he had searched for Medivh's traces a lot when he was alive.

"Wizards are gods... they can overcome all impossibilities. This is indeed what I believe in." Ian touched his chin, wondering if Morgan knew whether he had succeeded or not.

He hesitated again, thinking that maybe he shouldn't ask such a thing.

Just when the little wizard was struggling.

"Wizards can overcome all impossible things? Perhaps you are the only one who thinks so." Morgan interrupted him, and his voice was suddenly mixed with a hint of fatigue that Ian had never heard before.

She looked towards the flame-filled stove.

"Where's the thing in the Mirror of Erised?" Morgan suddenly asked Ian without warning. The thoughts of this old woman who has lived for many years are so unpredictable.

They were talking about something else one second ago, but the next second they immediately switched to something completely unrelated.

"what?"

Ian was stunned for a moment and didn't react until he realized that Morgan was talking about the mysterious alchemical creation that he and little Morgan had obtained from the Mirror of Erised in the past.

"That thing?"

Ian then pulled out the quaint metal box from his inner pocket.

“The stuff is here, though.”

Ian looked at the black witch nervously, scratched his head carefully while choosing his words, and said, "I'm sorry, teacher. I accidentally left your Mirror of Erised in the past."

indeed.

Because he returned too suddenly, he didn't even bring Riddle and Malfoy with him, and of course he was unable to bring back the Mirror of Erised.

I just don't know whether Dumbledore actually brought Malfoy back.

Facing the little wizard's cautious apology, Morgan supported his fair cheek with one hand and chuckled: "In fact, you have already returned it to me."

She didn't look angry.

Ian blinked, and then suddenly realized - Morgan's words "return it at the right time" meant that she in the past would get the magic mirror? This closed time loop made Ian gasp. It seemed that the black witch was really thoughtful, and it was hard for anyone to guess what she was planning until the time came.

“By the way, I remember the teacher said that there is a secret in the Mirror of Erised that has troubled you for half your life.” Ian held the box with some confusion on his face.

He didn't think the secret was this thing.

Faced with the little wizard's confusion.

Morgan lowered his eyelids and looked at Ian dimly. He did not answer. As if changing the subject, he suddenly said, "The origin of the Mirror of Erised is also related to Medivh."

"You'll find out the sixth time you see...my past self." Morgan took the box from Ian's hand, as if he had no intention of telling Ian the answer directly.

Ian swallowed.

He watched as Morgan opened the box.

The metal heart lying on the flannel was still beating regularly.

Those seemingly decorative patterns were actually extremely sophisticated magic circuits, which gradually lit up with a strange luster as Morgan's slender fingers slowly approached. The beating of the metal heart also suddenly accelerated, making a ticking sound similar to a clock, and the sound of the internal mechanical structure running was clearly audible.

It looks like something is about to be activated.

only.

Morgan did not touch it and took her hand back, as if she just wanted to verify something. After successfully verifying it, she closed the box again with boredom.

"Teacher, have you found the secret of this heart?" Ian couldn't help but ask. However, facing his expectations, Morgan nodded and shook his head.

"The authority of the gods will eventually be carried by you. Try your best to collect all the parts." When Morgan stuffed the box back into Ian's hands, his fingers were so cold that they didn't look like those of a living person.

Ok.

She was not alive.

"Forehead……"

Ian held the box with a helpless expression.

"But how many parts does this thing have? Where are they?" He tried to seek help. "You can't ask me to search through all the relics related to the mystery, right?"

This is indeed a difficult thing to do.

It's not just a question of whether he has the energy or not. Ian feels that he doesn't even have that long of a lifespan to visit every corner of the planet that might contain ancient relics.

"hehe."

Morgan chuckled and looked meaningfully at the little wizard in front of her. There was an elusive depth in her eyes, as if hinting at something.

“You don’t have to look for them.”

Morgan's voice was full of confidence.

"How to say?"

Ian raised an eyebrow and asked.

"They may exist in any possible place, but they will eventually gather towards you. Among these creations, there is a setting called the [Law of Supernatural Matter Aggregation]."

Morgan said cheerfully.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a mysterious arc.

Hearing her say that.

Ian's expression was simply wonderful. He looked down at the box, hesitant to speak, wanting to complain but not knowing what to say. It was obvious that there was an "old friend" here!
Ian has sorted out some information to a relatively clear level. He knows his three identities, one is Raven and the other is Medivh.

Another one is the real creator of alchemy - of course, judging from the diary of the previous Hogwarts transfer student, this identity is still established in the image of a raven.

This way.

He also had an idea of ​​what the [Law of Extraordinary Matter Aggregation] mentioned by Teacher Morgan was. It was obviously a trick of the real Creator when he was creating the so-called artificial god and striving for the greatest vision of alchemy. It was even more poisonous than the so-called knowledge, and it made him feel like a grass mud horse was galloping through his heart.

"But, I do like mysterious things..." Ian was helpless about this. He didn't want to scold himself, but he always felt ridiculous and speechless.

"All right."

Morgan rubbed his brow.

"tired."

She seemed to be trying to get rid of him, and no one knew why she was so tired. Just as the little wizard was about to say goodbye and go to the town where Ariana and King Arthur, who was named Pandro, were.

His wand at his waist suddenly trembled, and a strange light flashed at the tip of the wand. The light gradually became stronger, as if a mysterious power was stirring inside the wand.

"Ok?"

Morgan also looked over in surprise.

Followed by.

I saw that fine strands of silver light burst out from the tip of Ian's wand, and they moved in the air like a living thing, as if they were trying to weave something in the air.

Ian felt that his magic power was under great pressure.

"not good!"

At this moment, he had immediately realized something and his face changed suddenly. Unfortunately, he only had time to scream, and the sound echoed in the silent space.

The formation of magic did not give him more time to react.

I saw.

Strands of silver light surged out from the magic wand. The silver light was agile and elegant, quickly gathering and transforming in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, it pieced together the image of a young man holding a sword.

The young man was heroic, dressed in silver armor, exuding a cold aura. He held a long sword in his hand, and he looked very sharp.

"No!"

Ian's horrified attempts to stop him had no effect.

because.

The moment the young man formed, he raised his sword in great excitement and rushed forward with an unstoppable momentum. He swung the sword dozens of times in the blink of an eye.

"Ian! I'm here to help you kill monsters!"

The best martial arts in the world.

Only fast will not break.

The soul of young King Arthur demonstrated this with practical actions. If it were any other time, Ian might have praised him, but the person sitting in the direction he rushed towards was Morgan.

Dozens of dollars per second?

Morgan looked unhurt and blocked in time.

and so.

"!!!"

The knife hit Ian's numbing scalp and his heart that was about to jump out of his throat. The little wizard also demonstrated what it meant to sweat profusely in a second.

(End of this chapter)