Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 315 Chapter 314: The Past That Cannot Be Changed
have to say.

Ian's idea was indeed not wrong. Everything in the room was definitely not something that existed in this world. If the female Titan Klyle was not a time traveler, then the time traveler could only be the person who taught the female Titan all this - now it seemed to be Raven, and there must be a close relationship between Raven and the female Titan Klyle.

If not.

The female Titan Klare would definitely not have received such thorough teachings from a "time traveler", and she would not have become the fat otaku she is today - well, not fat, but she does look like a otaku.

He was completely different from the Titans Ian had seen before, not only in body shape but also in thoughts. In this way, it was reasonable for this guy to be driven out of the tribe by the Titans.

after all.

If she had not grown up under the education of the Titans, then naturally she would not be able to integrate into the Titans' thoughts - perhaps, she was the only one who had truly come into contact with the Transition Raven and thus could have predicted the Raven.

How should I put it? This is the world of Harry Potter after all. According to the situation of the prophets in this world, a prophet will only foresee what he wants to see and what is closely related to him. Even if the female Titan Klyre is a life at the level of the creator of the earth, her power must be covered by this rule after all.

The abilities of later human prophets originated from ancient times. Although it is not known whether they were passed down by Claire, even if it is just the power created by their creations, it must follow a reference. The abilities between the Creator and human wizards should not be too different.

When Ian thought of the means the Titans possessed, his previous doubts resurfaced. He flipped through the paintings, shocked, and couldn't help but ask.

"Can you do all this by yourself? Do you have all the abilities of the Titans?" Ian felt that the power and authority wielded by each Titan should be different.

Create life.

At least we should work together, right?

"That's what a prophet is like." Claire said lightheartedly, sitting back on the lazy sofa. "I can learn whatever I want, just peek." She made a peeking gesture, and her eyes suddenly turned completely purple. Countless tiny runes appeared in her pupils, but they disappeared in a flash.

This is obviously just a cover-up for the prophet's "screen-peeking" ability. In this way, it is indeed incredible enough to be able to peek into the past or the future at any time.

of course.

If the ability to give life to things can really be acquired through learning, then the concept of alchemy in later generations is obviously not wrong, and human wizards can also create their own living creatures.

All that's lacking is craftsmanship.

Ian was speechless about the answer from the female Titan Klare. This prophet was indeed much more powerful than any wizard he knew. After all, she was the ancestor of the ancestors.

"This skill should not have much to do with the immortality of the Titans themselves. They are connected to the laws of nature and are obviously superior in terms of the level of life."

Ian thought about this.

He couldn't help but look at the female Titan Klare again.

The starry sky outside the window was deep, but the house was warm and quiet. The aroma of baked eggs wafted from the fireplace, mixed with the smell of burning wood, creating a strange sense of tranquility.

"The Titans' power is rooted in this world. Are you native life?" His question was bold, but Claire didn't feel offended.

But the problem is also like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Claire's fingers paused on the game console for a moment. The firelight from the fireplace cast a swaying shadow on her face, making her supposedly childish face suddenly look ancient and mysterious.

“What a bold question.” She chuckled, but didn’t look offended at all. “But the answer is simple—no, we are not. We come from the stars.”

really.

Just as Ian predicted.

The game console was put aside and the pixel islands on the screen stopped changing.

"According to our own records, we came from between the stars and drifted for seven epochs on the World Ship. Oh, the World Ship is the place under our feet now."

"But after they had their new home, this place was naturally abandoned by the settlers. They got tired of this place, so later on, I, the unlucky guy who was driven away, got the upper hand."

The female Titan, Klare, stretched out her body, her long silver hair pouring down on the lazy sofa like moonlight. She reached out and drew a flame from the fireplace, shaping it into the shape of a miniature galaxy at her fingertips.

"When we arrived, we found that the planet was dying. Your Creator was lying under the Arctic ice cap. He was not dead, but he was no different from being dead."

"I can't wake him up anyway."

Claire spoke as if she had seen it with her own eyes. She was clearly a Titan born on Earth - this was probably due to her prophetic ability, which allowed her to trace back history and peek into the past.

Ian looked at her face, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart. He originally thought that the Titans were the continuation of mythology, but he didn't expect that they were the remnants of science fiction.

I can tell.

This world is far more complicated than he imagined.

"The Creator of the Earth? What does he look like?"

Ian felt curious, so he immediately asked.

The female Titan Klare glanced at him, but continued to respond, "His body is more majestic than the mountains, his blood is liquid magic, and the authority to create all things flows in his bones."

Talking.

The flames in the fireplace suddenly swelled, casting strange shadows on the wall - countless giant figures sitting around an even larger body.

Some kind of sacred and horrible feast was being held.

"The twelve Titans shared the body of the Creator. We certainly cannot kill such a life form. However, we have knowledge, and we know how to let the Creator coexist with us."

"The flesh and blood of the Creator has combined with us and become one with the Titans. Therefore, we have the capital to settle down and gain the highest authority on this planet."

No one else makes the idea of ​​eating the Creator sound so lofty.

"Sounds like sharing," Ian said bluntly.

Claire did not deny it, but smiled: "To some extent, yes. We have absorbed the Creator's legacy and also assumed the Creator's responsibility."

The female Titan's voice was a little deep.

"What do you mean?"

Ian blinked.

"We have gained his power, but we have also inherited his curse." The flames on Claire's fingertips turned into twelve blurry human figures, surrounding a beating heart.

He was eventually given the title of Titan King.

This is also the reason why the Titan King is so powerful.

"curse?"

Ian leaned forward unconsciously. He not only liked telling stories but also liked listening to stories since he was a child, especially these secrets, which would later prove his rich knowledge.

If you want to be a super knowledge expert, you must start collecting knowledge that others don’t know from a young age, no matter if it’s secret or brain teasers. Anyway, if you can tell others things that they don’t know, it will be bullshit.

"Yes, curse."

The female Titan nodded.

The sound of a phoenix chirping outside the house interrupted her narration. Claire tilted her head to listen, and suddenly smiled slyly: "Do you know what the most ironic thing is?"

"What?"

Ian continues to be a curious baby.

The female Titan Tanklare did not beat around the bush either.
"The dead Creator." She leaned closer to Ian.

The breath smells like stardust.

"They look exactly like humans. Yes, the wizards you saw outside look like the beings created by the Titans based on the image of the Creator."

"It is precisely because of this that the Titans did not realize that what they did allowed them to return some of their power, so this is the real reason for the Titans' demise."

I can tell.

Although the female Titan, Klare, lived in this place, she was still very aware of what was happening outside. Her exposure also made Ian realize a problem.

The infinite possibilities of humanity.

Is it precisely because of this?

Because humans are exactly the same as the Creator, they can be considered the continuation of the Creator - in fact, the first humans were the group of gods, but the gods obviously went astray in the end. They did not stick to the path of wizards, so they went against the essence of the Creator, and were eventually overthrown by later human wizards.

This logic may be a bit confusing.

But the general meaning is that the gods are close to the Creator, so the gods defeated the Titans, and later human wizards are closer to the Creator, so later human wizards can defeat the gods.

"If that's the case."

Ian felt that he had discovered a shocking secret.

"The Creator is a wizard? Is this his wizarding kingdom, or maybe his back garden or something?" He felt that this statement was really worth studying.

"I do not know."

Claire shook her head.

"The prophet can't see everything. The only thing I know is that Raven really wants to become a human, a species I didn't understand at all."

"Then this species must have its special features. I have also tried to create some, and you should have seen it." The people that the female Titan Klare was talking about must be the predecessors of the Aesir on the island.

If that's the case.

It seems that the human creations of the Titans cannot escape the fate of eventually becoming gods - this should not be just a coincidence, but a historical inevitability?

Ian couldn't figure it out for the time being.

but.

Since the other party mentioned bioalchemy, he hesitated and said, "Can I ask you for some knowledge about bioalchemy? It may be very useful to me in the future."

In this regard.

The female Titan did not refuse.

"Of course there's no problem, though."

Claire tilted her head to look at him, and suddenly revealed a mysterious smile: "Those things are very complicated. Perhaps... you should go to sleep first? Then talk about it after you wake up?"

"Why should I sleep?" Ian asked confused.

"Because it's almost time for you to go home." Claire pointed out the window, where the sky was undergoing subtle changes and the positions of the stars began to shift.

Ian realized something and stood up suddenly: "Wait, could it be that my daytime in this world is actually nighttime in the normal timeline?"

Claire didn't respond to his words.

Because only he himself understood that it was night when he traveled through time, but it was day when he arrived here, so the daytime here now indeed corresponds to the night he should have welcomed.

Blurred night.

"I dare not sleep in a place like this. Who knows if you will do anything strange to me." Ian said vigilantly. He certainly would not easily trust a stranger.

And this stranger was not of the same race as him.

"You'll sleep."

Claire said firmly.

"Ok?"

Ian was confused and puzzled.

"Because I saw you sleeping." Claire's voice suddenly became ethereal, and her eyes turned completely purple, with countless tiny runes flowing in them.

Almost at the same time she finished this sentence, Ian suddenly felt an unprecedented fatigue. His eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, his body shook uncontrollably, and then he fell to the ground, his consciousness quickly blurred. Ian wanted to say something else, but suddenly he felt an irresistible sleepiness.

"how did you do that?"

His eyelids became extremely heavy and his vision began to blur. The last thing he saw was Claire picking up the game console again and tapping her fingers briskly on the screen.

"I just saw it. Go to sleep, Teacher Raven. It's not a bad thing. At most I will dress you up as a girl." Her voice seemed to come from far away.

"When you wake up, you will understand more"

Ian's body fell forward.

At the moment when he was about to hit the ground, a gentle force supported him and he slowly lay on the ground. His breathing became steady and deep.

Her consciousness sank into the endless darkness. Claire looked at Ian who was sleeping soundly and sighed softly. She put down the game console and walked to the window to look at the changing starry sky.

"Time flies so fast," she whispered to herself, her fingers gently running over a line of small words engraved on the window frame: To my most idiotic student - Raven.

The phoenix egg in the fireplace made its last soft sound and was completely cooked. A little life emerged from it, holding a baked egg, which Claire snatched away and ate.

The little phoenix is ​​expressing its dissatisfaction.

Because those are its growth supplies.

"You need to shrink... A giant phoenix can't be a pet." Golden light filled the room, casting a warm glow over the sleeping Ian.

"Good night, Mr. Raven."

she whispered.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Outside the window, the phoenix cried again, and the starlight sprinkled on the entire floating island, as if it had coated everything with a layer of dreamy glory.

at the same time.

Ian woke up in a void.

He could not feel gravity, nor could he hear any sound, as if the whole world had been stripped of color and texture. His body was floating, surrounded by a blurry gray-white, like an old movie scene covered by thick fog. There was no temperature or smell in the air, and even time seemed to have stopped flowing here.

It is still a blurry fantasy.

only.

This time, Ian found that he had not only come to a new place, but everything around him was in black and white - as if this was the past that could not be changed.

(End of this chapter)