Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 254: 253: The Broken King! The King of the Dead Country!

In a quiet small town.

The soft sunlight shines evenly on every inch of land.

It casts a veil of dreaminess over the town.

However, with Ian's arrival, the usually peaceful town was thrown into chaos, and the peace was broken by a sudden chaos.

As for the cause of the incident.

Of course, it was Pandro's accidental attack that caused Morgan to be attacked without any warning, and the little wizard Ian also suffered an unexpected disaster because of the anger of the annoyed bad woman.

"Hide? Are you hiding from me?"

At first, Ian rushed around the town, running around everywhere, searching fiercely but couldn't find Pandro. However, he was certain that Pandro must be hiding somewhere.

and so.

He chose to use magic.

"All ascend to heaven!"

This is actually a levitation spell, but since this is a relatively basic magic, Ian is no longer limited to spells, so he can recite whatever spell he wants.

From the effect point of view.

In fact, this can be regarded as a super version of the levitation spell. It is not impossible to change the name of the magic. Just like the fire god clearing the way, it is actually an advanced operation of fire magic.

Ian's wand emitted a blinding golden light, and all the buildings in the town - bakeries, blacksmith shops, houses, and even public toilets - trembled and lifted off the ground.

Suspended thirty feet in the air.

They were like building blocks held up by invisible hands, climbing up the clouds crookedly. Several flower pots rolled down from the balcony and shattered into a rain of pottery shards in midair.

A few wisps of magical fluorescence seeped out from the gaps between the bricks and tiles of these buildings, reflecting dreamy colors under the setting sun. People who didn't know might think they were seeing the city in the sky.

Actually.

This was just an obstacle that the angry little wizard moved away to make it easier for him to find the culprit. As soon as the obstacle was removed, Pandro, who had been hiding, was exposed.

He had been hiding in a barn.

As the barn rose into the sky, his conspicuous figure could no longer be hidden. Facing Ian who was rushing towards him with great momentum, Pandro chose the latter between confrontation and escape.

"It's all a misunderstanding! Really! If you don't believe me, ask Ariana!" Pandro's golden hair was covered with straw. He ran away with his head in his hands, looking completely devoid of the dignity that a king should have.

"Don't run! Sun Thief!"

Ian didn't say anything and chased after Pandro.

Ian took out a barbed mace. The spikes on the mace flashed coldly, as if telling of the coming "punishment".

It was dragged along the cobblestone road, leaving a trail of sparks.

"what?"

After looking back, Pandro was so scared that he almost died.

"Really? Come on! Ariana! Come and testify for me! It's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. When we are in the form of guardian spirits, we see other people's appearances in black and white!"

"I can't tell the difference at all! I can't tell the difference! I'm face-blind!" Pandro almost turned into Liu Jingdong. He leaned back swiftly so that the mace brushed past the tip of his nose.

Sweat kept pouring out of my forehead.

Pandro took the opportunity to roll over and over again, and rolled dozens of times at an extremely fast speed, directly putting distance between him and Ian. I don't know if he felt that he was not running fast enough.

I still feel that I have an "invincible frame" when I'm rolling. In short, even though I have my accessories hanging around my waist, Pandro has no intention of pulling it out.

Perhaps this ancient king of Great Britain also knew that he was in the wrong?

"I can't tell you apart, you big-headed ghost!"

Ian threw the mace directly and hit Pandro's butt as he got up. All of a sudden, Pandro screamed and sprinted forward for dozens of meters.

"The Patronus sees people in black and white?"

"Can't tell?"

"Then why don't you cut me?"

Ian raised his hand, and the mace that was nailed to Pandro's butt flew back into his hand. This was an alchemical creation he created based on Thor's axe in the Marvel movie.

Easy to use.

very useful.

Dozens of small holes appeared on Pandro's buttocks. That is, the soul had no blood to flow out, otherwise the body would have turned into a shower if it was hit by the mace.

"hiss!"

Pandro gasped in pain and quickly continued to flee. He was very agile, jumping several meters at a time, and climbed up along the rocks and tree trunks floating in the sky.

It seemed like he wanted to enter the town floating in the sky again to avoid Ian.

Ian was still a little angry, so he immediately stood up, not intending to give Pandro any chance to catch his breath, and maces appeared in both of his hands.

He ran.

he chased.

As King Arthur, Pandro is probably in a difficult situation.

"King Arthur, right? You are King Arthur, right?" Ian shouted as he chased. Perhaps at this moment, he was also very annoyed that Pandro had kept him in the dark.

The little wizard really worked as a mugger for many years.

How can I not feel resentful?
Now the old grievances and new grievances are superimposed, so perhaps Ian no longer cares about right and wrong, and must vent his anger. He swung the mace in the air, making a whirring sound, as if it would hit Pandro who was running in front of him in the next second.

I want to smash it but I don’t.

The most frightening.

Pandro is the best example of this.

“They are having so much fun.”

Below the floating town.

Amid the chaos, Ariana seemed to be standing out from the action. She was wearing a simple dress, her hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

original.

She had already taken out the cleaning tools, ready to clean up the flood garbage brought by Ian, but at this time, because everything was floating in the sky, she had no place to use the cleaning tools. Looking up at the two people chasing after her, Ariana couldn't help but smile.

She didn't feel any sense of danger, but instead felt that Pandro was very funny and was trying to hold back his laughter - as a soul, of course he would not be truly injured by the attack of the mace.

of course.

It will definitely hurt.

However, Ariana, who already knew that it was Pandro who attacked Ms. Morgan and caused Ian to be implicated, felt that Pandro should indeed learn a lesson from his recklessness.

"These are precious memories." Ariana sighed slightly, and then, as if she suddenly became interested, she took out the magic camera given by Ian from her pocket.

Accompanied by a "click" sound.

Freeze the moment when Pandro was hit on the head by the mace.

The floating clock tower in the background is a perfect backdrop, and the composition of this photo is definitely art, at least the kind of art that Ian would like when he sees it.

Pandro would probably grimace when he saw this - thinking of this, Ariana couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. She stood on the ground looking calm and peaceful.

It forms a sharp contrast with the madness of Ian and Pandro who are yelling above, as if they are not on the same layer, but the magical thing is that the overall picture looks very harmonious when it is farther away.

In the town above.

The levitation spell was, after all, the magic that Ian had cast.

Pandro had obviously miscalculated. Even though he was as agile as a genetically modified monkey, he could not escape Ian's sight no matter how he moved and dodged.

Ian's consciousness must be faster than Pandro's body movement, which means that no matter how Pandro runs, Ian can move the "foundation" of the place where he is standing towards himself.

"Damn!" Pandro found that the more he ran, the closer he was to Ian. If he didn't run, Ian would grab him by the collar. He could only speechlessly complain about the nature of human beings.

"Don't run away! I want a reasonable explanation!" Ian grabbed his collar and pressed him hard on a bullock cart without an ox. Pandro was knocked unconscious by this blow, and before he could recover, Ian had already pressed the mace against his vital points.

Pandro was sweating profusely.

His weaknesses may no longer be of any use in this world.

however.

The memory of Ian the Monkey stealing his peaches was extremely clear. He was attacking him fiercely. Looking at the mace that was shining with cold light, he couldn't imagine how painful it would be to be hit by this thing.

"I can explain!"

Pandro's Adam's apple rolled between the shining cold iron spikes.

"I really didn't lie!"

He was so anxious that he started speaking Old English.

"I really couldn't remember anything at first. I only slowly remembered them later. You see, the names I used were all incomplete spellings of my original name. This is the best proof of my amnesia!" A strand of golden hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and Pandro's expression looked quite sincere.

"Huh? You can't remember anything at first?"

There was a deep suspicion in Ian's eyes.

He knew that souls in a hazy fantasy would gradually lose their memories, but he felt that King Arthur, as a legendary hero, should not be the same as ordinary souls.

Faced with Ian's disbelief.

Pandro gave a wry smile.

The muscles on his face twitched slightly due to tension.

"There's a reason for that."

He spoke in a very tired voice.

"What's the reason? Would the soul of a legendary hero lose his memory like a wandering spirit?"

Ian was asking.

Pandro was silent for a moment, then shook his head with some melancholy, "I really don't know what I did, and then I ended up here in a daze. It's because I've been with you for a long time that I slowly remembered some things. Otherwise, I would probably have completely lost all my memories of my life."

His words were sincere.

but.

Ian couldn't help but frown.

"Perhaps you could have said this earlier?"

To be honest, Ian was skeptical, mainly because this guy's acting skills were sometimes good and sometimes bad, and he couldn't tell when he was at the level of an Oscar-winning actor and when he was just a supporting actor.

"You didn't ask." King Arthur blinked his clear eyes, his expression so innocent that people wanted to punch him. As soon as he said this, Ian immediately raised the mace in his hand.

"How dare you quibble!"

Ian felt that the other party was just a nitpicker.

And treat the argumentative ones.

Being soft-hearted is a disrespect for steel. Thinking of this, Ian added a deadly poison to the barbs on the mace, which made Pandro dumbfounded and sweaty.

"Don't! I shouldn't be so naughty!"

King Arthur crossed his hands in front of his face.

His face was pale.

Fortunately, the mace was still hanging in the air in the end.

Ian narrowed his eyes.

"Why can I recover my memory when I am around?" He recalled what Pandro had just said and felt that he had grasped some important information from the other party's words.

This question made King Arthur's expression suddenly become subtle.

He hesitated for a few seconds.

His eyes drifted to the wand at Ian's waist.

But there was no answer yet.

"Because I named you?" Ian suddenly interrupted, frowning. This logical guess made King Arthur's eyes widen and his mouth opened into a perfect circle.

"What? What did you say?" Pandro's shock seemed genuine, he even forgot about the mace against his throat, it seemed like he was hearing this information for the first time.

"What name did you give me?"

The expression on the legendary king's face was so wonderful.

Ian looked at this handsome face with half belief and half doubt. As I said before, this guy's acting skills were inconsistent - just now he looked like a bad drama actor, but now even the slight tremor of his pupils was so real that people couldn't tell when he was telling the truth and when he was acting.

how to say.

In fact, this situation is understandable.

There is no truly naive king in this world. Pandro can be recorded in history as Arthur Pendragon and become the everlasting king of ancient Great Britain.

His acting skills, thoughts, and brains are of course top-notch. You know, whether it is the East or the West, whether it is now or in the past.

It can even be said to include the future.

The opposite is the leader.

There must be an unfathomable heart.

This is the law.

It is the rule of nature.

Ian didn't know whether he should believe Pandro's words.

"Apart from this reason, are there any other reasons?" He did not explain the process of giving the other party a name, but focused on the question that he had vaguely predicted in his mind.

He relaxed the pressure on the mace slightly.

Apandro licked his dry lips and his eyes became a little deep.

"You should have found the truth, right?"

He suddenly lowered his voice, as if afraid someone might hear him. "For the living to enter the world of the dead is inherently disobedient. It's a miracle that even Merlin can't accomplish."

"And you, as a child, before you even came into contact with magic, were able to do this... Of course, it's because you are special enough."

Pandro had indeed known about Ian's peculiarity for a long time.

"Tell me something I don't know?"

Ian raised an eyebrow.

Pandro was silent for a moment.

"it is good."

He opened his mouth to respond.

"One of your three corpses is the king of the dead country. Of course, he has the power to help souls repair themselves... Even your unconscious influence is enough to repair my broken soul."

Pandro's words are full of information.

but.

Ian seemed to be a little confused, and only the previous sentence seemed to echo in his ears.

One of the three corpses?

hiss!
It seems like an old friend!

What a hodgepodge this is!
(End of this chapter)