Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 280 279: Don't scream

Yes.

The ancient times when gods danced with dragons.

Although Ian knew that this might just be his bold guess, he still felt that the possibility was very high, because the magic used by the black-robed wizards who had just appeared made him feel the unique breath of magic, and also made him feel like the gods he had encountered before were performing divine arts.

Only someone like Ian who has truly seen the gods can distinguish this. If it were someone else from Hogwarts, even Dumbledore probably wouldn't have the same feeling as him.

"If this is true... the history of wizards and even gods will probably be rewritten." Ian secretly clicked his tongue at his own conjecture. There was more than one reason why he had such a guess.

at this time.

Ian was standing on the devastated land. Except for the place under his feet which was protected by his own magic, the surrounding area was almost entirely charred and cracked earth.

The air was filled with the sweet smell of burning embers and barbecue.

This is the trace left by the black-robed wizards - they have just hunted a giant dragon using magic comparable to a "meteor shower". Since the world has not been reset, there will of course be traces of the hunt left behind.

The sky had cleared up though.

But the natural environment destroyed by the black-robed people still exists. As the rain began to fall again, Ian once again felt the breath of ancient magic.

The raindrops fell slowly, not freezing cold, but with a strange warmth and glow. Every time a drop of rain touched the ground, it seemed to awaken the sleeping seeds. A faint green began to emerge on the dead land, and tender shoots emerged from the ashes, trembling gently in the wind like new hope.

“You actually understand the importance of environmental protection?”

Ian stretched out his hand, and a drop of rain fell on his palm, creating a circle of faint golden light.

"A growth spell?" Ian raised his head and let the rain hit his face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the clear sky, with a complicated feeling in his heart.

Such magic.

It was not that there was no rain in his time, but it was definitely not able to grow so quickly and on such a large scale. This was not ordinary rain, but a kind of existence that combined the power of nature and the origin of magic. It was like the tears of the earth, and also like the healing power of time itself, quietly refilling the vitality of all things when they were about to die.

"Not just a growth spell."

Ian is feeling it.

He discovered a shocking fact. In the distance, branches were growing again on the remains of the giant tree that had been burned to charcoal. The green leaves were piled up layer by layer, and soon they returned to their former lushness. He watched the rain pour into the pit, forming a small puddle. In the puddle, a few translucent fish suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Swinging its tail and swimming happily - even the creation of life is on display! This is something that the magic and even alchemy he is familiar with cannot do!

"This……"

Ian murmured to himself, his voice full of shock. He looked up at the sky, and in the rain, some glowing particles were drifting in the wind, like stars endowed with life.

It is this particle that brings life.

It's still raining.

But all the damaged natural environment has been restored. A crack appeared in the clouds, revealing a faint ray of light. Under this light, all things showed vigorous vitality. Ian stood there, watching all this quietly, and for the first time, he felt an unprecedented shock in his heart.

"Sure enough! Those wizards! They will eventually become gods because of their magic!" Ian now felt that the possibility of his previous guess had increased a lot.

This place does not belong to any known era, nor does it belong to the history that Ian is familiar with. This is the era of gods, but not the glorious era of gods that everyone is familiar with.

But is it their origin, the beginning of chaos? Countless possibilities converge here, everything has not yet evolved, and the gods have not yet decided in which direction the world will go.

"This... is still just my guess. If it is the truth, it will be too shocking." Ian shook his head and put his imagination behind him.

Thinking back to the disappeared dragon and those ultra-ancient wizards, Ian felt that if he wanted to return to the right time, or the right era, he might have to find this group of ultra-ancient wizards.

"It's the way home again... This is almost becoming my main theme." He whispered to himself, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his tone. Of course, this was not the first time he traveled through time and space. But this time was different. He did not take the initiative to enter this unknown land, but was swept into it by a sudden magical storm.

"It's all my fault for wanting to get super potions and alchemical materials." Ian was a little annoyed that he was too greedy and was blinded by the knowledge that the ancient dragon was full of treasures.

If he hadn't gone looking for the dragon, he wouldn't have encountered the dragon that kept respawning. If he hadn't encountered the dragon that kept respawning, he wouldn't have been sucked into this unknown place because of hitting the dragon's head. In the final analysis, it was all caused by greed. If he had followed the new version of the trio back to Hogwarts, he would probably have been sleeping soundly by now, and he would have been as happy as he wanted. Why would he be here in the rain and being watched by mosquitoes bigger than his head?
"I should have known not to touch that bronze door." He muttered, looking around, "But there is actually no point in talking about this now."

"It's already been done."

"Well, this may be a heroic act on my part. If I don't come, someone else will. What if it's some other little wizard? They definitely can't stand the blood-sucking of mosquitoes like this."

Ian burned to death the huge mosquito that tried to attack him with a fierce fire, and then began to pull up his boots that were soaked in humus. The sticky feeling on the soles of his boots was obviously caused by the rain.

He really doesn't like such a humid environment. Even taking a few deep breaths will make him feel dizzy. To be honest, science still exists in this world.

Creatures that are too large, whether they are ancient dragons or ordinary dinosaurs, need oxygen to survive, but the oxygen concentration that can be supplied to them is really not suitable for humans.

Too much oxygen will cause the body to produce more reactive oxygen species, which can damage cells and DNA. Even legendary wizards will feel slightly dizzy if they inhale too much oxygen.

but.

Dinosaur.

Ancient dragon.

And those large magical animals must like this environment.

The larger the organism, the higher the oxygen concentration it needs. A high-oxygen environment can support larger organisms because a more abundant oxygen supply can meet the higher metabolic needs of larger organisms. This is why some giant insects and other large organisms only appear in periods of high oxygen concentration.

Of course, in an environment with high oxygen concentration, substances are more likely to burn, which may lead to fires. At the same time, it can also reduce the difficulty of performing fire magic and increase its power.

About that.

Ian experienced this just now when he set fire to the mosquitoes.

Science and magic coexist in a wonderful way.

"Who says magic is not science? Magic is actually a kind of science." Ian did not dwell on this issue. He knew that the most urgent thing was to figure out where he was and how to leave here.

"I still have to find someone I can communicate with. It doesn't matter if I don't know their language. Spiritual communication can ignore language." After weighing the pros and cons, Ian used the flying cloak again.

His figure quickly rose into the air.

The wind howled.

The figure drew a smooth arc in the sky.

It looks very cool, and it is actually very cool, but the sky of this era is different from the era when Ian lived. There are many flying creatures in the sky here. Suddenly, a pterosaur swooped out from the clouds without warning, and its huge wings blocked out the sky.

It opened its bloody mouth and aimed directly at Ian!

It was obvious that he wanted Ian flying into the sky to be regarded as some kind of gift from nature.

"Tsk, you're such a glutton, didn't your mother teach you not to eat something you haven't seen before?" Ian waved the wand in his hand, and the light symbolizing the spell of fragmentation appeared.

The next moment, cursed light burst out from the tip of the wand and hit the pterosaur's chest. The whole beast exploded instantly, turning into pieces of flesh and bone fragments that scattered all over the sky.

It continued to fall into the rolling clouds below.

"It's just that I'm already very hungry, otherwise I would have eaten some dinosaur meat." Ian did take a lot of pterosaur meat and put it into his "different dimension" wallet. He steadied himself and looked into the distance again. After flying for a while, he slowly lowered his altitude.

after all.

It was always difficult to find any human gathering places above the clouds, and because Ian had descended a lot of altitude, he began to notice that the scene below was gradually becoming clearer.

In the dense primeval jungle, huge ferns stood like giants, with trunks so thick that it took more than a dozen people to hug them. There were roars and growls coming from the ground, the sounds of dinosaurs. Ian recognized several familiar species at a glance: Triceratops, Tyrannosaurus, Brachiosaurus... These were all dinosaurs he had seen on TV.

The appearance is roughly the same, but the color and skin are different from what scientists have restored.

And apart from that.

Many of the creatures were strange and bizarre that he had never seen before.

There are creatures that float like giant dandelions, with countless tiny mouthparts hidden among the fluff; there are also giant beetles with bat wings, and their elytra make a metallic whistling sound when they open and close.

A transparent lizard-like creature was moving through the woods. Its body seemed to be made of crystal, and every step it took refracted colorful light. Another huge creature that looked like a fusion of a whale and a crocodile was swimming slowly in the swamp. There were pores on its back that looked like a volcanic eruption, constantly spewing out hot steam.

They all have a magical aura about them.

Warcraft?

of course not!

But those magical animals that have disappeared in history!
"interesting!"

Ian chose to land temporarily. Newt would be ecstatic to come here, and Ian was also surprised, but he did not choose to hunt or tame.

It's not about respecting nature.

Instead.

"Who knows if I can take the things back." Ian kept the barbecue just to eat it later. He didn't want to do a lot of useless work for no reason.

The ancient dragons that kept appearing at the bronze gate really made him tired.

Ian had no intention of taking action.

only.

Those magical animals sensed his presence and all looked over. Then, they began to flee in fear, as if they were very afraid of a creature that looked like Ian.

"Those black-robed wizards must have hunted magical beasts." Ian believed that it was just like black bears being afraid of spray guns. It must be the fear engraved deep in their genes that affected these magical beasts.

of course.

It's not like he's not stubborn.

Just at this time.

"Swish swish~"

A rustling sound was heard in the newly grown forest. A dark figure jumped out from the tree hole. It was a giant python covered with glowing stripes.

The snake's tongue actually split into three long whips flashing with electric light.

This is clearly a magical animal.

Perhaps the kind that Voldemort or Tom would be ecstatic to see.

"You're also a little greedy."

Ian treats such magical animals no differently than he treats other ordinary animals that attack him. He likes magical animals, but he doesn't like those that are unfriendly to him.

Want to eat people.

Then be prepared to be eaten.

Ian flicked his wand.

immediately.

A sneak attack, perhaps from a large snake with high magic resistance, immediately split it apart on the spot, becoming neatly formed pieces of square snake meat.

As for the snake skin, it is also in very good condition.

Ian thought he could try to see if he could take the snake skin back - he was apparently using the magic that Grindelwald had once taught using a centaur in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Very skilled.

Ian started stewing the snake meat right on the spot and put it in a crucible together with the pterosaur meat. The magic potions thrown in could be regarded as the stew ingredients that Ian used to enhance the flavor.

"By the way, I saw so many magical animals, but I didn't see any materials that can be used to make potions... Is this due to some unknown reason?"

Ian had indeed searched carefully and now groped around, but not only did he not see any familiar herbs, he didn't even find any herbs with a magical aura.

"strangeness."

Ian finished the snake and dragon meat hotpot thoughtfully.

immediately.

Flying into the sky again.

"It's really different from the history I know. Maybe it's not the Cretaceous period or the Jurassic period. God knows what era this is - or maybe countless eras are mixed together?"

He was thinking.

The reason why I have such an idea.

It was all because a city floating in the air in the distance suddenly appeared reflected in his eyes.

It is a city made of steel.

It seems so out of place and very discordant with this ancient world where dinosaurs and dragons coexisted - it floats quietly in the sky, as if it has existed there since time immemorial. Huge metal towers stand in a staggered pattern, the streets are crisscrossed and orderly, and the architectural style is ancient and mysterious.

Although there were no obvious flashing runes and no traces of modern technology, it just hovered in the air defying gravity, exuding an indescribable solemnity.

obviously.

This is where the wizards gather.

Located in the sky.

No flying creatures around dared to approach.

"It's outrageous."

Just as Ian was considering whether to get closer.

"Buzz~"

suddenly
A sharp alarm sounded, breaking the silence. He looked up suddenly, and saw a pale blue curtain rising from the outskirts of the city, spreading out like water waves and covering the entire city.

"It's the raven! Damn it! It's that damn raven!"

There was a sound.

Be the first to be terrified.

But to Ian it just sounded like someone screaming.

(End of this chapter)