Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 253 252: Unexpected disaster! Furious Ian!
A dazzling silver-white beam of light burst out from the tip of the staff. Morgan, who had been lazily leaning on the armchair, suddenly tensed up, her fingertips slightly raised, and a rare trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"This is."

Morgan's voice now sounded alert.

And the next moment.

The silver light gushing out of Ian's wand quickly intertwined and then condensed into a human figure. The young man with outstanding appearance raised a long sword and killed the owner of this place.

The eyes seem to be absent.

He only wanted to defeat the enemies that stood in his way. He was wearing armor that shone with silver light, his golden hair was flying freely in the light, and he held a sharp sword that exuded a biting coldness in his hand.

Looks very handsome.

But the one who was frightened was Ian, the "releaser" of the patronus who was sweating profusely. No, he didn't release any magic at all, it was Pandro who emerged from his wand himself!

These mysterious ancient characters always have some equally mysterious methods that can violate the rules that should exist, just like this one that emerged from Ian’s magic wand!
Ian's mind buzzed, and he realized what had happened - the distress signal he sent out when he was in distress in the Black Forest had only just been responded to!
However, the timing of this response was so inappropriate!
"do not!"

Ian wanted to stop him, but Pandro was too fast. His eyes showed an indomitable fighting spirit, and every sword he swung was carried with overwhelming momentum.

Dozens of swords per second.

We must crush all enemies that stand in our way.

"Boom! Boom!" Morgan's reaction speed was also very fast. In an instant, in front of her, thick floor tiles sprang up from the ground like bamboo shoots after spring rain.

However, these obstacles could not stop Pandro's progress. The bricks and tiles were shattered like fragile eggshells the moment he swung his sword.

It couldn't even slow down his charge.

All these obstacles were like an ant trying to shake a tree. Pandro's belief in victory was truly a misunderstanding. He was like a mad beast, with bricks and tiles flying everywhere and raising clouds of dust wherever he passed.

"Ian! Look how cool I am in saving you!" Pandro might not have realized where he was, or perhaps his soul in the form of a guardian angel had a special vision.

He had not yet fully adapted to this kind of vision. Pandro did not even know who he was rushing towards, he only knew that Ariana nervously asked him to become a patron saint to save Ian.

And now.

He made a dashing entrance.

Of course, you have to show your most handsome posture.

"There is no big boss in this misty fantasy that I can't kill!"

Everything happened too fast. King Arthur's figure turned into a silver lightning, and his sword drew a perfect arc in the air, breaking through all obstacles and going straight for Morgan's throat.

“Damn you, executioner!”

Morgan had an ugly look on her face and cursed loudly. Facing King Arthur's attack, she disappeared from the spot. When she appeared again, she was more than 20 meters away from her original position.

but.

This did not mean that Pandro's attack was in vain.

because.

From Ian's perspective, Pandro was like opening a lock. The moment Morgan disappeared, the young man who was supposed to bear the name of King Arthur had already begun to turn.

Morgan hasn't shown up yet.

He had already turned towards the direction where Morgan was about to appear. No one knew why he, with such keen perception, had not yet realized that the current situation was not the enemy situation he had imagined.

"Are you pretending to be stupid?" Ian once again judged others by his own experience. However, he did not give him much time to think. Seeing Morgan raising his hands with a gloomy face as if he was going to release some powerful move, he shuddered all over and quickly raised his wand, forcibly controlling Pandro in the form of a patron saint.

That is Arthur Pendragon - no one knows when he changed his surname later, but his name Arthur was indeed given by Ian.

Perhaps this is the beginning of karma.

"what?"

Pandro was directly pulled by Ian's magic wand and smashed into the collapsed brick and stone debris next to him. He turned into smoke and came out, but was confused by this sudden action.

"what are you doing?!"

Pandro stared at Ian in confusion.

"Is this the behavior of a bad teammate that you mentioned before?"

He was obviously a little resentful, thinking that Ian was holding him back. His tone was so resentful that people who didn't know would think that Ian had let him down.

"..."

Ian was speechless.

"Would you like to open your eyes and see where this is?"

he reminded loudly.

"Didn't you ask me to save you?" Pandro scratched his head in confusion, but his eyes were still fixed on Ian without looking at the surrounding environment.

"You did it on purpose! You must have done it on purpose!"

Ian was so angry that he jumped up and down.

"I don't need to wait for your help a long time ago! If I had waited for you, the flowers would have gotten cold - no, my body would have gotten cold! Now that I'm back, this is Mr. Morgan's territory!"

He thought Pandro might be taking the opportunity to "retaliate". From history, it can be seen that this guy and Morgan don't get along. Although they are siblings, they have fought for half of their lives. This guy also took the opportunity to cut Morgan's guards before, but in the end, it was those alchemical creations that Ian had worked hard to learn and repair.

"what?"

Pandro was stunned for a moment, then he widened his eyes and finally looked around, acting like a blind man with intermittent blindness. It was only at this moment that he seemed to suddenly realize something.

"Oh...I see."

Pandro smiled awkwardly and continued scratching his head.

"Apologize! Apologize immediately!" Ian noticed that Morgan was extremely angry. Her body was shaking slightly and her eyes were burning with anger. Ian knew that if he didn't calm Morgan's anger in time, the consequences would be disastrous. He turned around and shouted at King Arthur.

What he wanted was for Morgan to hear his attitude.

"Oh, you should have said it earlier."

Pandro also put away his sword at this time and patted the non-existent dust on his silver armor. However, when Ian asked him to apologize, he showed a bright smile.

"Well, hehe."

Pandro's smile seemed very innocent, but it gave Ian a bad feeling.

Sure enough, with this heartless chuckle, Pandro's body suddenly decomposed into countless points of light and retracted into Ian's wand like the receding tide.

The fluctuations of magic power on the staff also subsided.

The light disappeared.

The wand finally "clicked" and returned to its normal state, as if nothing had happened, and Ian no longer felt the burden and pressure from the magic power.

only.

He did not feel relieved at all. The heart in his throat was about to burst out - he did not even dare to turn around to look at Morgan who was in a somewhat embarrassed state not far away.

because.

The expression on Morgan's face could no longer be described as "angry", but a kind of suppressed silence before a volcanic eruption. Her fingertips still lingered with undispersed power.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air.

silence.

There was an eerie silence. Ian felt as if he were in an ice cellar.

The atmosphere in the castle is very sticky.

Heavy as a boulder.

"Uh..." Ian felt a little suffocated, as if all the oxygen was sucked away by some force. Unable to bear this atmosphere any longer, he could only slowly turn to Morgan.

but.

The little wizard still felt his cervical vertebrae groaning under the heavy burden.

good news.

Morgan's expression had returned to calm.

bad news.

Morgan was too calm.

She gently smoothed the sleeve of her dress that was torn by the sword energy, and remained silent.

"teacher"

Ian's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. He laughed dryly twice, trying to ease the somewhat stiff atmosphere. "I think this is a very coincidental misunderstanding..."

Facing the little wizard's explanation.

Morgan didn't say anything, but slowly raised her hand, with purple energy surging on her fingers. Ian swallowed and felt his heart beating as fast as a drum.

My spine felt cold, all the way to my head! The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my spine felt like it was filled with liquid nitrogen. This was definitely the body's response to an unprecedented crisis.

Believe in your legendary body!
Ian thought so.

His body made the decision before his brain.

"boom!"

Ian knocked the door open.

He chose to turn around and run. The little wizard believed in his intuition. The giant dragon that was dozing outside was awakened, raised its huge head, and blinked its amber vertical pupils in confusion.

"what happened to you?"

Two clouds of doubt with a sulfur smell spewed out of the dragon's nostrils.

But its inquiry received no response.

Ian didn't have time to explain. He leaped over the dragon's tail and put on a flying cloak behind himself. Then, he took off on the platform outside the castle.

Facts have proved that Ian's decisiveness was not wrong.

The moment Ian kicked off the ground and flew into the air, he heard the crisp sound of glass shattering behind him - it was not the sound of a window being broken, but the sound of the space itself collapsing due to the pressure.

A terrifying torrent of energy burst out from the castle, and the dragon was thrown to the ground before it could even utter a wail. Its huge body rolled over and knocked down half of the mountain wall next to it.

Ian looked back.

His complexion changed drastically.

I saw that the torrent of energy swept out like a natural disaster. Wherever it passed, mountains collapsed, boulders were crushed, and trees were uprooted, all of them were swept into the invisible storm.

Who knows if this is the power of cognition for Morgan!

"It's not my fault!"

Ian shouted while flying wildly, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the roar behind him. Perhaps his voice could not be transmitted to Morgan at all, or perhaps the furious Morgan was too indecisive to ask any more questions.

He just wanted to punish his apprentice...and former teacher.

"It's all Pandro! No! It's Arthur! Damn King Arthur!" Ian tried his best to speed up, but the energy torrent was even faster and approached him in the blink of an eye.

no way.

The flying cloak is an old product, a previous creation that has not been updated recently. Its flying speed is really limited and it is no match for the torrent behind it.

Ian wants to be a raven.

but.

In the end, he held back. He knew in his heart that if he turned into a raven and flew away now, with Morgan's current anger, it would only add fuel to the fire. God knows how long Morgan will remain angry.

of course.

This kind of direct outburst of anger was still acceptable. If Morgan secretly kept thinking about it, the cheap senior sister had already used her life to illustrate the consequences of being remembered by Morgan.

Terror is much more terrible than facing anger directly. Thinking in this way, Morgan's outburst of anger is not such an unwarranted disaster that is difficult to accept.

At least he did it openly instead of secretly thinking about it - thinking of this, Ian felt that maybe he should cooperate. After Morgan vented his emotions, maybe everything would be fine?
"Oh, what's going on?" Ian hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and decided to stop flying.

Let the torrent swallow you up in an instant.

In the torrent, Ian felt like a fallen leaf being tossed about by an endless force. He was spinning around, thrown high into the air, and then slammed heavily to the ground, his body colliding with rocks and trees, but fortunately he didn't feel any severe pain.

Perhaps Morgan also has his own way of doing things?
Ian felt like he was thrown into a huge blender. Dizziness and nausea were the biggest discomforts. After an unknown amount of time, the impact of the torrent finally slowly subsided.

"Ahem..."

Ian climbed out of the rubble with difficulty, with a few dead leaves and wood chips on his head. He was covered in dust and dirt, as if he had just rolled in a garbage dump.

He shook his head to shake off the dust on his hair, and just as he was about to take a breath, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. It turned out that Ian was brought to a familiar place by that breath.

"Ian? What's wrong with you? Is the crisis resolved?"

Yes, in the midst of a dizzying moment, they were actually swept to the nearby town by the huge torrent. Ariana was standing not far away, avoiding the rubble and rotten trees.

Well, even though the torrent rushed towards the town, it didn't destroy anything. It was just a small amount of mountain and rock fragments that threw Ian here.

The ground was a bit of a mess.

Fortunately, the black witch seems to be particularly gentle towards Ariana's "world".

"I remember you seemed to be in a dark forest before?" Ariana asked curiously, looking around the ground, but did not find any vegetation in the dark forest.

"How is this going?"

She looked at Ian with some confusion and bewilderment.

It seemed as if he didn't understand how Ian appeared.

"Wait, Ariana, wait for me." Ian did not respond to Ariana immediately. Instead, he patted the messy things on his body and began to look around.

"Where's Pandro? Where's Arthur?"

Ian asked.

Without waiting for Ariana to answer, he began to run frantically in the town searching, as if he wanted to turn the entire town upside down to find his target.

aggressive.

"Arthur! Arthur Pendragon! Get out here! Look at me!" Ian even drew out his magic wand and disassembled all the houses into pieces of puzzles and moved them into the sky.

Pandro, King Arthur, who was hiding in the grain pile, suddenly had nowhere to hide. He looked at Bubu approaching, and the little wizard with a livid face quickly raised his hands to surrender.

"Listen to me! I didn't mean it!" He also wanted to run away, but the little wizard had already pounced on him, with his teeth and claws bared, as if he was determined to tear to pieces the culprit who had caused him such misfortune.

(End of this chapter)