Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 302 Chapter 301: Journey, Titan's Homeland
The sun is deep.

The wind howled.

On top of the ruins.

Ian stood in front of the stone steps wearing his flying cloak. He looked back at the group of black-robed wizards. Everyone shrank back, except Zeus, who stood in the front with a stern expression and did not retreat.

He was hard.

His body was clearly behaving subconsciously, but he suppressed his conditioned reflex. His authority as a leader forced him to force himself to be fearless in front of his tribe members.

"I have to go now."

Ian said calmly.

"The journey ahead is not suitable for you."

He sounded emotional.

"We didn't say we would go with you. We hope you would never come back after you leave." Zeus spoke honestly, tapping the crystal ball on top of the scepter with his fingers.

Perhaps this was Zeus's way of easing his inner emotions.

"..."

Ian didn't like such honest people. He preferred the treatment he would receive in Hogwarts, and would pretend to be reluctant to see those students who didn't like him.

Slytherin students may be bad, but they also know how to please Ian.

"For you, you still have a long way to go in the future. The first thing you should learn is the ways of the world." Ian gave earnest advice to this group of ancient humans who had not yet become gods.

"After you leave, we will hide. We hope you won't come back to find us. Even if you are completely corrupted by the raven, we hope you will remember our help."

Zeus was as honest as ever, speaking out the common aspirations of the entire tribe. He once again successfully silenced Ian with one sentence.

"Instead of saying nice things to me, you still want to PUA me?"

Ian was speechless.

After a moment's silence, he finally lost his temper.

"We really hope you never come back." Zeus continued, his voice low and with a hint of prayer: "It would be great if you really are from the future."

He finished saying this.

next to.

A beautiful woman also interrupted.

"Yes, then you will bring the raven back to your own era and harm the creatures of your time... This is definitely a good thing for us."

She is the future queen of gods.

Now also as honest as her husband.

"Have you ever thought that even if I leave, this era will still have its own ravens?" Ian didn't know much about time.

However, he has watched quite a few related movies.

"The raven is a being that transcends time. It will only exist in one time and space. If it dies in your era, then it will just stay there forever."

It seemed that Zeus had not yet revealed all the information. His words made Ian frown slightly and was a little surprised in his heart, but he still pretended to be worried on the surface.

"If I find a solution to the raven crisis when I go there, that would be a good thing for you, wouldn't it?" Ian wanted Zeus to reveal more information.

however.

"maybe."

Zeus didn't think Ian could solve the raven problem.

He was a bit perfunctory.

"Good luck."

Zeus whispered.

The tone was like sending away a bomb that could explode at any time. It was obvious that he wanted Ian, the plague god, to leave quickly so that he could rebuild his home with his people.

"Hey~"

Ian could only turn around and leave using his flying cloak. He took one last look at the infant goddess, and then he disappeared into the sky.

The air returned to silence.

The wind blows through the stone pillars.

As if whispering something.

"Do you think he'll succeed?"

The future queen of gods asked her husband.

Zeus slowly put away his scepter.

"That has nothing to do with us."

His response was very nonchalant. Even now, he has shown the short-sightedness he inherited from the Titans. Perhaps this has also laid the groundwork for the future Ragnarok.

of course.

Today's group of people still have a long way to go before that era. They have witnessed Ian's use of the divine power before, and now they have only found the direction to move forward.

It was extremely brilliant.

But it was destined to go in the wrong direction.

……

Ian flew for a long time using his flying cloak.

The shell from Zeus in his hand always guides him.

“Does not show the remaining distance, bad review.”

Ian was not used to this ancient navigation method. He didn't know how long he would need to fly, and the flying cloak with slightly backward manufacturing technology was not very fast - if the navigation was to lead to the other side of the earth, then God knew how long he would need to fly.

"I still have to rely on my Animagus form."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, there is a bottomless abyss under your feet and an endless primeval forest in the distance.

Since he couldn't even imagine what the destination looked like, he couldn't use Apparition or Raven's teleportation ability to directly reach Titan's hometown.

“It seems like we can only fly over.”

He closed his eyes.

Feel the power of raven in the body.

Black feathers emerged from under his skin, and his arms stretched out, turning into wide wings. His bones made a slight crackling sound, and his body twisted and shrank, and finally, a pitch-black raven flapped its wings and took off.

Rush to the sky.

It was already nightfall.

In the sky, the stars are dotted, and the Milky Way is tilted, like a flowing river of light across the sky. Ian turned into a raven, gliding in the sky, his wings fluttering, breaking the silence.

He flew over the rolling mountains, the moonlight sprinkled on the snow-white peaks, reflecting a cold and sacred brilliance. Between the mountains and rivers, ancient rivers meandered through, like the beating blood of the earth, reflecting the twinkling stars. The forest was as dark as ink, vast and boundless, and the wind blew through the treetops, raising a deep green wave.

Because a raven's night vision is no different than its day vision.

View from above.

This untouched world is breathtakingly magnificent. Dense fern forests are like green oceans, surging in the wind. Towering ginkgo trees and giant redwoods rise from the ground, and among the treetops fly ancient pterosaurs with wingspans of more than ten meters, their membrane wings glowing bronze in the sun.

In the distance, a group of Triceratops were migrating. Their heavy footsteps made the earth tremble slightly. The cubs followed closely behind their mother, making childish cries.

In the era when dinosaurs still ruled the earth, the ancient forest stretched to the horizon like a green ocean. He saw a group of brachiosaurs looking up to gnaw on the towering ferns, the trunks of which were thick enough for ten people to hug; in the swamp in the distance, several southern giant dragons were fighting over the body of a recently dead sauropod dinosaur, and blood and flesh were splattered.

The thunderous roar shook the leaves. "Even among dinosaurs there are magical dinosaurs?" Ian also discovered something more amazing. He flew across an open plain and saw several brontosaurs stretching their necks and gnawing on the leaves on high ground. Their skin was covered with strange magical patterns, like some kind of ancient protective spell.

Not far from them, a huge Tyrannosaurus was lurking in the shadows, its golden vertical pupils staring at its prey, and a low gurgling sound came from its throat. Suddenly, a hot column of fire gushed out from the ground. This Tyrannosaurus also had blood in its body, which was probably from those ancient dragons who liked to hybridize.

"Tsk, tsk."

Ian continued to fly.

Saw more amazing animals along the way.

Several griffin-like creatures built nests on the cliffs. A group of silver-maned unicorns drank water by the lake. Their horns were longer than those of later unicorns, and the tips shone with star-like light. In the swamp, a huge three-headed lizard swam slowly, and each head could spit out different elements - fire, ice, and poisonous mist.

It's not just animals that evolve and change.

The development of magical animals will also adjust themselves according to the environment.

Living things have never been able to defeat nature.

Just adapt.

Ian even saw a group of small creatures similar to bowtruckles, but they had transparent butterfly-like wings on their backs. They were flying among the flowers and scattering fluorescent scales.

"An elf?"

Ian moved closer.

The timid creatures immediately fled in all directions.

"Boring."

Ian continued to fly without stopping. His speed far exceeded any airplane in later generations. After a few hours, the land disappeared and only the endless blue remained before his eyes.

The sea breeze mixed with the smell of salt and fish blew in his face, and the waves beat against the rocks, splashing white foam. This ocean was so vast that it was suffocating, with rolling waves and waves as white as snow. While gliding, Ian used magic to sense the movements below - he knew this was not an ordinary sea area.

after all.

It was ancient times.

Sure enough, not long after, as Ian lowered his altitude and flew close to the sea surface, he soon saw the overlords of the ocean. Ian's shadow seemed to attract something, and a shadow rose from the deep sea. A huge 30-meter-long Liopleurodon slowly emerged from the water, holding half of the remains of a plesiosaur in its mouth.

Its eyes were bloodshot and full of murderous intent. Then, the sea surface exploded, and a Leviathan-class saber-toothed shark jumped out of the water, with some kind of glowing vine-like tentacles wrapped around its back.

The scene of a mantis preying on an oriole behind it is played out in the sea.

There was also a deep-sea Hydra with dark red magic wrapped around its teeth. Its bite force was enough to tear steel apart. It could even briefly jump out of the sea and devour low-flying pterosaurs. It appeared in Ian's eyes.

"If Newt saw this, he would probably faint with excitement." Ian was deeply impressed by the biodiversity of ancient times. He flew over the sea for more than an hour.

“Is the Earth now bigger than the Earth in the future?”

This was the doubt that Ian could not recognize during the flight. His speed was comparable to those of the fastest intercontinental missiles, but an hour had passed and he still hadn't seen the "other side of the ocean".

Is this scientific?

Not scientific at all.

But it might be magic.

after all.

No one has ever stipulated that in a world with magic, the ancient Earth would be no different from later generations.

"La la la la~"

At this moment, a strange singing voice came from the bottom of the sea again - it was a voice similar to chanting, but he knew that it did not come from human beings.

It was the call of some deep-sea race.

"The Water Fairy Singer..." he whispered, "It's an existence mentioned in the original Harry Potter novel, but it seems to be even older here and closer to its original form."

Just as Ian was about to speed up and leave, a tiny bubble of air rose from the sea, followed by a half-fish, half-human figure wearing scale armor and holding a bone fork.

Ancient sea people?

"Traveler, you don't belong here."

The siren spoke in ancient syllables.

Ian simply stole the language.

Then I realized what the other person was talking about.

"I was just passing through."

Ian spoke back in the same syllables.

His tone was calm.

"I'm looking for the Titans' homeland."

His Legilimency was not noticed by the other party. After all, the magic of this era was still very primitive, and most races were not even very clear about the magic of other races.

"The Titans' homeland?" The Siren was silent for a moment, and finally pointed in a direction: "To the direction of Storm Island. Go ahead. But be careful of those things lurking in the storm."

“They come out of nowhere and are very powerful.”

It was like an NPC was guiding Ian.

Ian nodded his thanks and flew away. It was another hour of flight. Ian was sure that this earth was much bigger and the long flight made him tired.

"Let me rest for a while."

Ian found a small island and landed on a flat reef. He regained his human form, waved his wand, and a silver light shot into the sea. A few seconds later, a giant fish over five meters long was pulled out of the water by a magic chain - it looked like a swordfish, but its head was covered with hard bone armor and the edges of its fins were as sharp as knives.

"It's comparable to the sea kings mentioned in the anime I watched before. It's nutritious and healthy, high in protein, and awesome." Ian used magic to raise a ball of orange-red flame. The flame was extremely hot, but it wouldn't burn the fish. He skewered the fish on a metal rack that appeared out of thin air and grilled it over the fire.

The fish meat soon sizzled with oil and the aroma filled the air.

“Magic is such a convenient thing.”

Ian ate the fish with relish. The fish was tender and juicy, with the unique salty taste of the ocean. After eating, he leaned on the reef to take a nap, and suddenly noticed a sight.

Turning around, I saw a creature resembling a Qilin standing on the beach not far away - but it was completely white, with lightning wrapped around its antlers, its four hooves stepping on fire, and its eyes as green as emerald.

"Qilin? No, it's more like the 'Bai Ze' in the Classic of Mountains and Seas." Ian was very surprised, but he didn't think it was outrageous. After all, Newt had also raised magical animals from Eastern legends.

This is the world as it is.

"Hooho~"

The beast stared at him warily, letting out a low roar from its throat. Ian stood up, spinning his wand at his fingertips: "Don't be nervous, I'm just passing by."

The divine beast obviously didn't believe it, and took a sudden step forward, with lightning gathering at its horns.

"Tsk, you have quite a bad temper."

Ian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and with a wave of his wand, invisible magic chains instantly bound the beast's limbs. It screamed angrily, but could not move.

"Borrow some blood." Ian took out a crystal bottle, tapped his wand lightly, and a few drops of crystal blood oozed out of the beast's front hooves and automatically flew into the bottle.

"If you can't take it back, use it to make mao xue wang." Ian shook the bottle and said to the stingy ghost beast, "It's just a few buckets, you shouldn't mind, right?"

Faced with such nonsense, the divine beast, which could not understand, still glared at him, but Ian had already loosened his restraints, turned into a raven, flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

"Thanks!"

Ian set off again, flying over the endless sea. In the distance, the sky gradually darkened, dark clouds rolled, and thunder shuttled between the clouds. The temperature of the shell pendant was getting higher and higher.

Ian's little black feet felt it all clearly.

“That’s it…”

In the center of the storm, an isolated island was vaguely visible, surrounded by raging thunder and lightning and hurricanes. Ian took a deep breath, accelerated suddenly, and plunged into the storm.

(End of this chapter)