Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 308: 307: The Aesir, Invincible
The morning light penetrates the smoky air.
Giving Ian's figure a gilded edge.

He descended slowly.

The air around me seemed to be burning and distorted.

There was a low rumble of thunder.

It was as if an invisible force was paving the way for him.

"Actually, it was the static electricity caused by the dragon's attack. I didn't expect that this dragon had some lightning magic. I'm afraid it was also affected by the Pokémon elements of this island?"

Ian slowly landed next to the fountain in the town's central square - or rather, where the fountain used to be, now only a melted bronze statue and a boiling pool of water remained.

The whole town fell into an eerie silence.

"Oh! My God! That boy saved us!"

"That boy must be a legendary magical creature. Only legendary magical creatures have such powerful strength. He easily dealt with the evil spirit."

"I want his stick! I mean the one in his hand!"

……

The crowd became agitated, with low-pitched discussions rising and falling.

A powerful silver giant wolf named "Frost Shadow Beast" was quietly crawling on the ground.

There was a gleam of awe in his eyes.

Another fiery red fox-like creature named "Flame-Tailed Fox" also stopped its restlessness, and the flame on its tail shrank slightly, as if it sensed some existence that was far beyond its cognition.

"He he turned the ancient dragon into fireworks?" The blacksmith's beard trembled like a reed in the wind, as if he saw a more artistic use of fire.

This description caused the silent crowd to explode again.

“See? That fire crow!”

“One move! Just one move!”

“Isn’t this what I looked like in my dreams?”

……

Xiaoya and Odin were the first to rush through the crowd. The little boy's eyes were so bright that they seemed to contain the entire starry sky. He looked at Ian who was slowly descending from the sky with excitement.

"I want to be a wizard too! Please, teach me!"

This is what it looks like to truly find your dream.

"You can only become a wizard by yourself."

Ian slowly landed in front of the siblings, the afterglow of magic on his body still lingering. He ruffled Odin's hair, but his eyes looked thoughtfully at the mountains in the distance.

"As long as you have a dream, you can achieve it."

This is obviously the chicken soup that Ian gave to the little boy Odin.

This sentence made the little boy jump on the spot with excitement.

He also really couldn't teach Odin to become a wizard.

Evoking Potion.

It's not perfect.

Moreover, that was a magic potion for people in the future, and God knows whether it would be useful for people in this world. Not to mention a dud, Ian didn't even detect any fluctuations in magic power from Odin. However, if this Odin was the future God King Odin, then he would definitely have the opportunity to gain magic power in the future.

"Uh-huh!"

Odin was greatly encouraged after hearing Ian's words.

"You're right, I want to be a wizard too. I just need to eat more every day. Being a wizard is what I want to achieve! You're so awesome!" He imitated Ian's wand-waving gesture.

His little face turned red.

"Wizards, are wizards a kind of evolution that turn humans into magical animals?" Xiaoya tilted her head in confusion. She stubbornly maintained her own framework for understanding the world.

"Or is it actually the name of a legendary magical animal?"

Xiaoya's acceptance of Ian's identity as a wizard is obviously not as high as her brother's. Her worldview has not been effectively updated, and her way of thinking is also limited to her original worldview.

She began to think again that Ian was a legendary magical creature.

Ian was also helpless about this.

"There is indeed a view that wizards are also a kind of magical creatures. There has always been controversy about whether wizards are magical creatures. Some scholars believe that humans are a kind of animal, so wizards among humans are actually animal individuals with special bloodlines and can be regarded as part of magical creatures?"

He could only use some schools of thought from later generations to force the existence of wizards into Xiaoya's worldview. Now Xiaoya seemed to be thinking deeply and understood a little.

"Can I really be a wizard?"

Odin came closer again.

"That's right." Ian nodded, "And I believe that one day in the future, you will become an extraordinary person. Maybe even more extraordinary than me."

These words seemed to ignite the fire in Odin's heart. He stood up straight, raised his hands and shouted: "I want to be a wizard! A real wizard! Do you hear me?!"

The residents who gathered around him after coming to their senses all laughed. Some patted him on the shoulder, some touched his hair, their eyes full of tenderness and encouragement.

They also don't understand what a wizard is.

but.

It doesn't mean they don't respect the children's dreams. These residents don't seem to be afraid of the strong. After all, they are simple-minded. One by one, they begin to thank Ian and praise his strength.

The old lady selling medicine, with her magical animal, squeezed to the front, holding a cup of colorful liquid with a vine: "Child! Try my special vitality potion!"

“Make way, make way, make way!” A chef squeezed in waving a spatula, holding a plate of freshly roasted dragon meat on his wings, “Eat it while it’s hot! It’s made from a distant relative of the dragon!”

These people are truly grateful to Ian from the bottom of their hearts.

There is no fear or dread that creatures instinctively feel when seeing a powerful being. How should I put it? Living in such a loving environment, I am afraid that Tom Riddle can also become a good person?

A good person like the one in my motherland.

"Thank you, kid, you are our hero." The mayor of this small town, an old man in his sixties but still vigorous, walked slowly towards us, leaning on a wooden staff carved with runes. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with a pendant made of dragon scales hanging on his chest, and his eyes revealed a bit of wisdom and vicissitudes.

"You're welcome."

Ian maintained his manners.

"Young man." The mayor looked up at Ian and said in a steady tone, "We all saw the battle just now. Not only did you defeat the dragon, you also saved our home."

His voice was booming.

The tone was also full of gratitude.

“I just did what was convenient.”

Ian smiled.

After all, no matter what, he has settled down in this small town. Of course he will help when he can. The atmosphere of this small town still makes him very comfortable.

"No." The old mayor shook his head and said in a firm tone, "You are a hero. You helped our entire town and defeated the powerful dragon."

The mayor said this with such passion that cheers broke out in the crowd. Men, women, young and old clapped and shouted to express their gratitude.

"Where are you from?"

the mayor suddenly asked.

He seemed to be very curious about Ian's origins. He did not regard Ian as a legendary magical animal like others did, perhaps because he knew more about this world than others. Otherwise, how could he be the mayor?

"My home?"

Ian was silent for a moment.

"A place far away, I'm trying to find my way home."

There was some sigh in his voice.

The home in question is of course the era in which Hogwarts is located.

however.

The old mayor obviously misunderstood this.

"I know. I guessed it." The old mayor narrowed his eyes. "Your aura is different from that of the people here. Are you from outside the storm?"

He really seemed to know a lot of things that the other townspeople didn't.

In this regard.

Ian was also a little surprised.

"Outside the storm?"

Ian raised his brows slightly.

"You know what's outside?"

It was the first time in this small town that he met someone who knew there was a world beyond the storm.

"of course."

The old mayor smiled and nodded. "Some of our ancestors walked out of the storm and went to the outside world. It is said that the world there is more vast, but also more dangerous than here."

"My ancestors wrote in their notes that there are powerful humans like you out there, magical animals and dinosaurs roaming the world, and even giants that can tear the sky and earth apart."

I can tell.

He wasn’t making this up.

But their ancestors really walked out of the storm - I don’t know if this has anything to do with the Titan who lived in seclusion here. Ian always felt that this group of people were the Taibao people who were protected in the storm.

"Yes, I came from outside the storm."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"The storm is an extremely terrifying barrier that isolates us from the dangers outside." The mayor smiled. "The fact that you can come here is a miracle in itself."

He also obviously knew that the storm might be a kind of protection for them.

Other residents in the town also had no objection to this.

"You're right, I ended up here by accident." Ian sighed. Of course, he was not talking about crossing the storm, but the power of the bronze door which was much more difficult to deal with than the storm.

A mere storm.

It made no sense in his Animagus form. Ian thought about the Titans, and was about to ask something when the mayor suddenly raised his scepter.

"Don't worry, kid, you can find your way home, but now..." The mayor suddenly raised his voice, "We have to celebrate that we have defeated evil again!"

"As a hero, you must be treated with the best hospitality!" The mayor shouted loudly. No one objected. Everyone surrounded Ian and started applauding.

"celebrate?"

Ian, who was the focal point, was a little stunned.

“When are we going to celebrate?”

He really didn't understand why anyone would want to celebrate after a disaster, and it seemed that everyone in the town wanted to celebrate the victory over the dragon instead of mourning the victims.

amount.

Ok.

There seemed to be no victims.

Ian was also a little stunned after looking around.

"Of course the celebration needs to start immediately, otherwise it's not even a celebration." In response to Ian's question, the mayor immediately gave an answer with a laugh.

What he said made so much sense that Ian was speechless.

"But the house over there is still smoking." He raised his hand and pointed to the wreckage of a house that was burned by the evil dragon not far away. The roof beams had collapsed, rubble was everywhere, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

"Ha!" The mayor laughed. "If the house is destroyed, we can rebuild it. We can use these scraps to make a bonfire to celebrate. It saves us the time of collecting wood, right?"

Ian was speechless for a moment, thinking that although this logic was strange, it actually made some sense.

"It's settled!" The mayor clapped his hands. "The whole village will participate in the celebration tonight and give our heroes the most sumptuous food, the most mellow drinks, and the warmest applause!"

In this way, Ian was pulled into this unexpected celebration with the enthusiastic support of the crowd. As night fell, bonfires were lit, the whole town was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue and vanilla. The craftsman commanded a group of steel magical animals to turn the remaining ashes of the dragon into celebration decorations.

The water elves put out the dangerous fire and created a fountain-like water dance performance. People sat around the square, children chased and played in the firelight, and the elderly drank and told the details of the battle just now, describing how Ian single-handedly repelled the dragon, which was like an epic legend.

Xiaoya and Odin sat together, listening to those exaggerated versions, and couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh. The town returned to its long-lost tranquility, with only the bonfire dancing in the center of the square.

Reflecting the tired but relieved faces.

On the other side, several healers were busy taking care of injured residents and magical animals. A flying creature named "Mist Wing Beast" had its wings injured and was receiving dressing treatment; an old man had his arm burned by dragon flames and was also smeared with a light green medicine called "Healing Ointment".

The wound heals quickly.

"This medicine is too powerful." Ian was stunned as he watched from the side. "It's just a potion made of some herbs, but the effect is comparable to that of a high-level magic potion."

He was truly amazed from the bottom of his heart.

"How are the medicines here prepared?"

Ian approached a pharmacist.

"It's the hero boy." The pharmacist raised his head, revealing a wrinkled but kind face: "It's very simple, just crush a few plants and add some spring water to mix well."

"Sure enough, it's just as I observed. Is it that simple?"

The main reason why Ian asked was that he couldn't accept the powerful effect of this medicine.

"Yes." The pharmacist smiled, "But the plants here are different. Every plant grows in a land full of magic. As long as the method is correct, the effect will not be bad."

Ian nodded, but he was even more shocked.

Although these people's medicine-making techniques are not complicated and there is no magic, each potion has amazing effects. The light green "healing ointment" applied to the wound can regenerate flesh and blood in just a few minutes; the purple "morning dew juice" dripped into the wounded's mouth can immediately wake them up from coma.

With the body of ordinary medicine.

Comparable to a magic potion?

"What a waste of resources! With these things, we can make a potion that can bring the dead back to life. I can ask my uncle to try to research it." Ian squatted down and looked at a silver-white wolf-like creature named "Frost Shadow Beast" licking its newly healed claws, as if the battle just now was just an illusion.

however.

What really shocked Ian was another thing - all those people who were recovering from their injuries were swept by the dragon's tail, so why were humans' injuries less severe than those of the magical creatures?
Ian silently observed the residents and magical animals who were receiving treatment. He noticed a detail: wherever the dragon's tail hit directly, whether it was a tree, a house or the ground, deep cracks would be left, but the marks on people were usually not so severe.

biiMagical creatures have bodies that are even stronger than humans.

Is this a bit too faithful to the original game?
Or rather.

Is this really the predecessor of the Aesir?
(End of this chapter)