Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 314: The Raven Almost Got Stewed

The stone house was filled with the strange aroma of roasted phoenix eggs.

There was a strange and warm atmosphere in the air. A white flame was burning in the furnace, and the jumping flames exuded a mysterious energy between magic and technology.

A strangely shaped egg was being slowly roasted over the flames. Flowing runes appeared on the surface of the eggshell, and it would occasionally tremble slightly, as if responding to the temperature of the flames. The whole room was enveloped by this faint aroma, which was neither like the aroma of ordinary food, nor did it feel like hatching.

Anyway, it smells good.

Ian smelled the fragrance that made him want to swallow his saliva.

From time to time he would glance in the direction of the fireplace, where the eggshells were cracking into fine lines, and the flowing egg liquid was gleaming like molten gold.

The atmosphere in the air was a little quiet, and the noise made by the female Titan pressing buttons was very loud. Ian stared at the dancing flames in the fireplace, and the firelight cast a swaying shadow on his face.

"This is... my exclusive recipe, roasted phoenix eggs. Everyone who has eaten it says it's delicious." The female Titan whispered while continuing to operate the game console in her hand.

"It is said that those who eat it will dream about the future."

Ian couldn't help but frown at her words.

"What do you mean by 'allegedly'?"

Ian was very surprised. He thought that if the Phoenix eggs were roasted using the exclusive recipe of the female Titan, then the female Titan must have known the effects long ago. Why would she use such uncertain words?
Just when Ian was confused.

The female Titan modified the terrain of some part of the island again, and a huge rumbling noise was heard outside the house, accompanied by the chaos of some Pokémon and Digimon.

"Because I am a prophet, I can see the future if I want to, so of course I don't need to eat phoenix eggs. I can't tell whether eating phoenix eggs has this effect."

"Anyway, I have set it up. The Shit Mountain Code is also a code." The female Titan explained to Ian. The way she spoke did seem similar to that of a time traveler.

Such a response made Ian think of a boat driving game he had played before traveling through time. In that game, there were two different identities: werewolf and civilian.

Because the werewolves had eaten human flesh before, they could not tell the difference between human flesh and lean meat - this was roughly the case with the female Titan. The prophet did not know whether the prophet's medicinal diet was effective or not.

how to say.

If this female Titan was not a time traveler, she was definitely someone who had a lot of contact with time travelers. Thinking of this, Ian almost believed that the other party really knew him.

of course.

The premise is that he was really a raven.

“I actually really want to know the answer.”

Ian suddenly spoke up.

The sound is particularly clear in a quiet room.

He didn't know what answer he wanted to know, but the female Titan Klare didn't need to ask. She pressed her fingers quickly on the game console and answered without raising her head.

“No, you don’t.”

The female Titan's tone was firm.

The pixel world on the screen constantly changes with her operations.

Ian frowned: "What did you say?"

"I said, you don't want to know." She repeated, her tone calm as if she was stating a fact. This answer for Ian really made people speechless.

"..."

Ian was silent for a few seconds, then emphasized, "No, I want to know. I really do."

"You do not want."

Claire changed her posture, her long silver hair falling from her shoulders, covering half of her face. She still didn't look at Ian, as if this issue was no longer worth discussing.

Ian took a deep breath.

"I wonder if I don't know it myself?"

His tone was somewhat helpless. He felt that the other party was really being unreasonable. The other party was just a prophet, not a mind reader. Moreover, even a mind reader could not read his mind.

"I said this for a reason. I'm not kidding you. I'm too old to fool around." Claire finally raised her head, a sly light flashing in her purple-gold eyes. "As long as you can't remember, it means you don't want to. I think you should understand this."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued playing the game. The pixelated man on the screen was building a strange tower. Hearing this, Ian was speechless for a moment, almost wondering if he had walked into a philosophical trap.

"You are sophistry."

The phoenix egg in the fireplace made a crackling sound, and a cloud of smoke with a caramel aroma slowly rose. Ian rubbed his temples and decided not to dwell on this unsolvable problem.

"Then you can also help me recall." He changed his approach.

Claire paused for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't know. I'm just a student of Raven - like many of Raven's students, I'm just a pawn of yours."

This statement really seems to understand Raven very well.

Ian couldn't help but think of Merlin's encounter with the raven when he was young.

The bird.

It seems like he is planning something.

So the moves are made everywhere.

All kinds of mysterious operations and talent training.

"But aren't you a prophet?"

Ian seemed to be thinking about it, but he still asked further questions.

"The prophet has his limits." Claire sighed, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the game console. "I can only see the possibilities, not everything."

"Human wizards can only glimpse fragments of the future. All I can do is interpret the fragments of fate."

She suddenly stopped talking and turned to look out the window. Ian followed her line of sight and saw several Pikachus chasing a Gabumon, their shadows stretched out long in the moonlight.

This scene.

This once again aroused Ian's curiosity, which he had forgotten to ask about before.

"What are those alchemical creations outside?"

Ian changed the subject.

He really thought that this strange island was a bit absurd. Of course, he thought that the absurd female Titan might find it interesting. When Claire mentioned this, her eyes suddenly lit up. She put down the game console and became much more lively. "Ah! I can tell you this!"

She patted the bed beside her excitedly.

He motioned Ian to sit down. Ian hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat down. The bed was softer than he had imagined, full of down, almost swallowing him up.

"You know what?" she whispered, "When I was little, I was also a little Titan."

This is absolute bullshit.

But Ian nodded and signaled the other party to continue.

“So, that was when I was a kid.”

Claire's voice suddenly became soft and nostalgic, "I was a little Titan back then, about this tall?" She gestured with her hand to a height of about two meters.

I can tell.

She probably hasn't grown much in these years. When she was two meters tall, she was still an outlier among her peers and different from other Titans.

In this regard.

Ian didn't ask.

Because he is also a little wizard with emotional intelligence, he knows that it is not polite to talk about other people's height. He was once considered a short man among his peers.

of course.

There is no female Titan who stands out among the Titans, but there is still a little empathy for this height. Fortunately, the food at Hogwarts allows him to grow quickly.

Now he is of a normal height for people of his age.

"One day I sneaked out to play and found a wounded raven at the edge of the astral plane. It had black feathers and golden eyes. It looked particularly beautiful."

Claire's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was back in that moment.

"I was going to roast it and eat it." She didn't know whether she was reminiscing about the past or regretting that she didn't get to taste the taste of crow. Anyway, the action of licking her lips made Ian feel a little numb.

Ian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Do all you Titans like to grill food so much?"

He felt that the Titans were like wild men.

Claire nodded confidently.

“Of course! Baked food is the best!”

She pointed to the phoenix eggs in the fireplace as evidence. "But that raven is very smart. It can talk. In order to avoid being eaten by me, it started telling me stories."

Her voice gradually became gentle, and her fingers unconsciously drew circles in the air. Stars appeared and formed a vague raven shape.

"At that time, I couldn't control my power or use magic. I was just a little girl who liked to draw." The female Titan's memories seemed a little distant.

"The raven looks like an ordinary bird. It's not a magical raven, or it has lost the ability of a magical raven. The only special thing is that it can speak."

Ian raised an eyebrow at the female Titan's memory.

"Ravens don't have special powers, but they can still talk?"

Ian is gathering as much information as he can.

The female Titan nodded after hearing this.

"I do keep saying every day that I'm about to start a new life." This is quite interesting, and the female Titan couldn't help laughing when she said it.

Hear the words.

Ian was slightly stunned.

The words the female Titan just said.

It kept echoing in his mind.

"Raven wants to start a new life every day."

Ponder this sentence carefully.

Ian thought thoughtfully.

I do understand why the female Titan wasn't surprised at all when she saw me just now, and even said that he finally achieved his goal - could it be that Raven's goal is to start a new life as a human being?

"No, that can't be all."

He sat up slowly.

His eyes turned to the female Titan who was still playing the game after speaking.

"If he just wanted to start a new life, he wouldn't have needed to leave so many backup plans, Merlin, the Titans, and the gods. These were all well-thought-out arrangements."

Ian thought carefully in his mind.

"A being who wants to 'start a new life' would not be so obsessed with making these arrangements."

He thought of the raven who had taught Merlin magic and imparted knowledge. It was not just a bird trying to please Merlin by escaping, but was sowing some far-reaching intentions.

"Perhaps, turning over a new leaf is one of the means for him to achieve his goal."

Ian murmured, "Not the ultimate goal."

This idea was a good one. He looked out the window. The starlight fell on the island. The silhouette of the phoenix was hovering in the distance, silent and solemn like a guardian.

"Then the question comes..."

Ian asked himself quietly.

"What is the real purpose of the raven?"

Even though he really wanted to know the answer.

But it was still not like what the female Titan said, that as long as she wanted to know the answer, she would be able to get the answer - again, how could he not know what he was thinking?
Just at this time.

The female Titan continued to speak.

"The raven did a lot to avoid being caught and stewed by me."

"It told me so many stories about wonderful creatures from different worlds. There are yellow mice that can discharge electricity, digital life that can evolve, talking cars and transforming robots." Claire's eyes sparkled. "It also taught me how to draw, saying that this way I can record my imagination."

As she spoke, she suddenly jumped up, ran to a large box in the corner of the room, and opened the lid with force. Inside were thousands of drawings neatly stacked, each of which was preserved as good as new.

"Look! These are all the drawings I made when I was a kid!" Claire carefully took out a stack of drawing paper and handed it to Ian as if it were a treasure. She didn't expect that this man still kept his childhood things.

Ian can no longer remember where all his childhood things were thrown.

this life.

Last life.

It seemed like he had no intention of keeping any memories.

"It's a good drawing." Ian took the drawing, and a slight magical wave came from his fingertips. The first one was a Pikachu, and although the lines were immature, it was full of charm. The second one was a mechanical Tyrannosaurus, and the third one was Doraemon. In the corner of each painting was marked with a date and a scribbled signature: Claire.

"This is... drawn by you?"

Ian saw a Cthulhu.

"Yes."

She smiled.

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"That was my work before I met Raven."

have to say.

She does have a talent for painting, and she also has a feeling that she is the root of all evil. It is possible that this original work is now wandering around in some corner of the universe.

not sure.

I really can’t tell.

After all, this female Titan even created Pokémon and Digimon. From a psychological point of view, there is a high probability that she created her original work.

If that's the case.

God knows whether someone in the future will really be able to encounter Cthulhu in the starry sky. Those novels that write about Cthulhu mythology may not just be novels, just like The Witcher?

Ian's mind was full of thoughts.

The female Titan was still flipping through her drawings. She continued to turn the pages, and each drawing recorded a story: Bulbasaur rolling in the flowers, Gomamon lying by the stream drinking water, and Flymon hovering in the air... These creatures did not exist in reality, but they were vivid in her writing.

At least it was lifelike a long time ago.

now.

It's true that she has given birth.

"I vowed since I was a kid that I would make these little animals real." Claire's voice was full of pride, "So we have this island and the human community you see."

have to say.

about this point.

Ian had already guessed it.

He just couldn't guess where the other party got the information from. He originally thought it was another time traveler, but now it seems that at least it is confirmed that it is the time traveler's student?

No matter whether that raven is really him or not.

Anyway.

Know these things.

Raven’s judgment that he was a time traveler must be correct.

(End of this chapter)