Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 256 Chapter 255: Everyone's Role

The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the grass, and the new sword in Ariana's hand reflected an orange-red light, which was the reflection of the fire summoned by Ian for forging.

There are automatically working bellows at work.

It seemed to be pulled rhythmically by an invisible magical hand, making a dull and powerful "whoosh" sound, and every beat made the flames in the air more vigorous.

Although there is no real stove.

but.

The sword was finally produced.

The raging fire was still burning wildly in the air, and the orange-red flames illuminated the surrounding grass red, but it did not let everyone around feel how hot it was.

This was Ian's terrifying control over magic. He was already an old alchemist, able to skillfully control magic power, shaping and polishing the sword out of thin air.

The sharp sword blade gradually appeared, emitting a cold light.

Looks really handsome.

Ian looked at the masterpiece in his hand with a satisfied smile on his face, and Pandro wanted to come up and criticize him, but Ian grabbed him and prepared to refine him in an instant.

Ok.

In fact, it does not take an instant to refine.

This sword can be seen as a special "mecha" that needs a qualified "driver" to move on its own. And what "driver" is more qualified than King Arthur?
Pandro has been bragging about how great his swordsmanship is. Now Ian wants Pandro to show him what he can do. He doesn't need to learn swordsmanship, he just needs to catch someone who knows how to use a sword!

"What are you doing!"

Pandro was truly horrified.

His eyes were wide open, like two glass balls about to pop out of their sockets. Ian had already grabbed his collar, and with his other hand, he was holding the newly forged longsword and pushing him towards it. His hands and feet were dancing in the air in panic, as helpless as a poor little bird that was suddenly caught.

"Wait! Let's talk it over! Let's talk it over!"

Pandro struggled and shouted in fear, his voice echoing in the open space. In response, Ian said nothing, but just kept stuffing Pandro into the long sword.

"What are you going to do?" Pandro was terrified and pulled Ian madly. In mid-air, without his feet on the ground, he was able to rush out continuously.

It's a miracle of physics...well, physics doesn't really exist here easily.

"Don't move."

Ian discovered that Pandro was struggling with great strength.

"I want to move! I want to move like crazy! I understand your expression! Every time you show this expression, nothing good happens!" Dro struggled even harder.

The silver armor on his body made a jingling sound.

just.

Ian had great brute force, and he secretly cast a spell on himself, so under the powerful force of the little wizard, Pandro's body was gradually submerged in the sword.

After all, he was a soul without a physical body, so he could indeed be stuffed in by Ian. After proving this, Ian immediately tried more vigorously to press Pandro's entire soul in.

"It won't hurt! Give it a try! Give it a try!" Ian's original intention was just to persuade Pandro to cooperate with his experiment, but he felt a little bit strange when he said this.

A bit like the weird uncle who coaxed little girls into doing illegal things - well, Ian felt that his thoughts were too impure, but he still chose not to let Pandro go.

"Save me! Save me! Ariana!" Pandro was stuffed with the sword little by little, but he was not willing to be imprisoned like this. Half of his body was exposed outside and he kept grabbing the ground and crawling out violently.

Ian and Pandro were pulling each other back and forth like this. Every time Pandro tried to crawl out, Ian would increase his strength and push him back into the sword.

Because Ian is so strong.

He could only ask for help from his "apprentice" who was practicing swordplay not far away. However, their movements were very funny, as if they were playing a strange tug-of-war game. Ariana, who was practicing swordplay nearby, saw this scene and couldn't help laughing, but she had no intention of coming forward to save Pandro.

"Ian. Hahaha. What are you doing?" She asked intermittently, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't lift the sword in her hand because she laughed too hard.

The whole person laughed so hard that he fell backwards and his body trembled slightly. Ariana knew Ian quite well and knew that no matter how much Ian went too far, he would never really hurt a friend like Pandro.

and so.

She just stood there and admired this funny scene heartlessly. However, Pandro didn't think much of it. He always felt that Ian was taking revenge on him again.

There must be a hundred and eight levels of hell waiting for him in the sword.

The more you think.

The more Pandro trembled.

"Stop! Stop! Don't you just want to master the exquisite swordsmanship without practicing hard? I have a way, I have a way, don't mess with me first!"

Pandro's words are also quite ambiguous.

but.

After hearing this, Ian paused for a moment, which made the king of ancient Great Britain breathe a sigh of relief. He took this opportunity to climb a long way outside.

Ian, who reacted quickly, grabbed the guy's ankle after he was completely free from the sword and said, "Can you have any smarter ideas and creativity than mine?"

The young wizard looked at Pandro in front of him with suspicion. He felt that Pandro must be deceiving him in order to escape the fate of being an experimental subject.

Think of this.

Ian began to stuff Pandro into the sword again.

"Stop for a moment!"

Pandro was almost crying.

"Save me, Ariana, he wants to use my blood to sacrifice his sword." I don't know what Pandro was thinking, but his voice was indeed tearful when he asked for help.

"It's the sword spirit." Ian corrected seriously, and pressed the knight a few inches deeper into the sword. "How cool is a sword that can fight on its own? Don't you want to have such a long sword?"

The little wizard's inquiry was like that of a demon.

Pandro really wanted to say that it was cool to have such a sword, but he didn't want to become such a cool sword. However, he also knew that he couldn't refute the other party.

otherwise.

Maybe Ian just stuffed him in. Pandro actually didn't quite understand the concept of "sword spirit", but he knew clearly that he didn't want to become a sword spirit.

"I'll give you my swordsmanship memories, I'll give you my swordsmanship memories!" Pandro's voice changed. He felt that this should be in line with Ian's thoughts on not wanting to train hard.

however.

It turned out that he still didn't understand Ian's thoughts.

"I want a sword that can move on its own. Do you understand the sword cultivation of the new era? We need to develop and innovate. The sword of the sword cultivation of the new era can defend itself against enemies, help me to search corpses for treasures, and then sell the treasures I have taken for gold galleons and give them to me... Can your memory do these things?"

The little wizard's eyes were full of suspicion.

In this regard.

He held onto disbelief.

Facts have also proved that Pandro's memory cannot be independently personalized.

but.

After his expression froze for a moment, Pandro quickly came up with a solution, "Although my memory won't move on its own, it doesn't mean you can't make it move on its own!"

"You are so amazing, you can do it! An alchemist like you will surely be able to create a great sword that can move on its own without the need for a sword spirit. You must believe in your own alchemy."

"You are the greatest alchemist! The omnipotent master of alchemy! You are the king of the alchemy world!" Pandro praised loudly and took the opportunity to pull out one of his legs.

This was probably why Ian let go. After all, he listened to Pandro's words and felt that they made some sense. Obviously, Pandro's flattery hit the mark.

The locations of the shots are very accurate.

If he wasn't a king, he could have been a good eunuch - haha, just kidding, how should I put it, as a monarch, of course he knows how to flatter to make the other person happy. After all.

There were many similar people around Pandro in the past. As the saying goes, one can draw inferences from one instance by analogy. Even if one has never eaten pork, one has seen pigs run. The king of ancient Britain just didn't expect that one day he would fall into such a situation.

He used to look down on people like this the most.

who ever thought.

Hey.

Pandro was very ashamed when he found that Ian had let him go, but he couldn't control his lust for sex, and he quickly ran to a place far away from Ian.

That's rolling and crawling.

Use hands and feet together.

There are signs of atavism.

How should I put it? It was indeed a bit of an unnecessary and radical performance. Since Ian had already let go of his hand, it certainly meant that he no longer insisted on his idea. Yes, Ian felt that what Pandro said made sense, and Pandro really couldn't be trapped, so he could only turn to start a new thinking.

Make memories move?

It’s not like it can’t be done.

However, this requires a carrier.

It is too evil to plunder and cleanse other souls, so Ian can only rely on his own creation. After all, it is not impossible to create a carrier of memory.

It doesn't need to be complete.

There is no need to replicate the soul.

All that is needed is for the creature to have a simple thinking framework that can carry and use memory.

"That would require at least an artificial intelligence of artificial retardation level." Ian said to himself. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Ravenclaw door knocker.

The door knocker always asked all kinds of strange questions, as if it had its own thoughts. Ian was thoughtful, and a look of understanding and sudden enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

perhaps.

Would I take the door knocker back to the past just to study its peculiarities? However, if that was true, why did I put it in the past when I already knew about it?
Ian felt that he would never do anything that would make Ravenclaw House lose its distinctiveness.

“It’s a real mess.”

Ian sighed, stood up, rescinded his magic flame, put away his new work, then he looked at the sky and walked towards Pandro again.

"Huff, huff, huff~" Pandro collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, his armor covered with grass debris. Just as he showed a smile of surviving a disaster, he saw Ian coming over and suddenly stretched out his hand.

"what happened?"

Pandro subconsciously wanted to escape.

Stress is a condition.

However, Ian did not make trouble, but looked at Pandro and spoke with confidence.

"Where are your sword skills memories?"

After all, this is what Pandro promised.

"oh oh!"

Pandro was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand, and under Ian's confused gaze, he made a surprising move.

I saw.

This guy inserted his hand directly into his temple and actually dug his fingers into his brain. Then he pulled hard and pulled out a silver memory.

There is no blood, only flowing silver light.

The memory was like a flowing ribbon, flickering in his hand. Ian was stunned, he didn't expect Pandro to be so fierce.

really.

The lack of magic doesn't mean that some things cannot be done, but this is a particularly brutal way of extracting memories. I don't know whether Pandro learned it when he was alive or after his death.

Thinking hard.

"You are this!"

Ian gave Pandro a thumbs up.

As Pandro raised his eyebrows and looked at him in confusion, he took out a memory box and stored Pandro's memory of swordsmanship in it.

The young wizard calculated the time very accurately, and the next moment after he finished this thing, his figure began to gradually disappear - the time for the hazy illusion had come.

Although there were still some puzzles that Ian hadn't solved, at least he had sorted out many things in this illusion. The figure of the little wizard disappeared in the rising evening breeze like a sand painting blown away by the wind.

And looking at Ian who disappeared.

Pandro really relaxed.

That was a bit of a scary feeling.

It was as if I had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

"Finally I got rid of this guy!" Pandro's face showed a tired and relieved expression. The grass fell into a brief silence. Pandro let out a long sigh and immediately lay down on his back. At this time, a pair of small leather boots appeared in his sight. When he opened his eyes, Pandro saw Ariana with a curious look on her face.

"what happened?"

Pandro's tone returned to gentleness.

Ariana blinked and asked curiously, "Why can't I just merge your memories? Then I won't have to practice swordplay so hard?"

There was a hint of innocence in her tone.

"You must have been contaminated by that lazy guy!" Pandro began to slander Ian with certainty, "Yes! That guy's lazy genes are spreading here!"

“I am also influenced by him now!”

Pandro lay there as comfortably as an octopus. The night breeze blew across the grass, bringing the scent of flowers from afar. Ariana giggled and stood up without asking any more questions.

She started practicing sword again.

The moonlight gave her a silver edge.

Pandro looked at the starry sky that was gradually emerging.

"Ordering others to do things and wanting to gain something for nothing is the thinking of a monarch... and something that only a monarch can do." Suddenly, Pandro spoke out of the blue.

It seemed like a response to Ariana's previous question.

His tone was somewhat melancholy.

With a bit of complexity.

"what?"

Ariana didn't hear it.

"nothing."

Pandro smiled back.

"We all have to play our roles well!"

His words made the girl a little confused, but she nodded and started practicing sword again. Under the empty night sky, the atmosphere of the town seemed particularly quiet.

(End of this chapter)