Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 320, page 319: Dumbledore's Ancestor! The Battle of the Ravens!

Dumbledore stood on the reef.

The sea breeze ruffled his silver-white robes, and Fox perched quietly on his shoulder. In the crater before them, the three-meter-tall giant first called out his name accurately.

Albus Dumbledore.

immediately.

And then, upon his inquiry...

He said a name that Albus Dumbledore would never have expected to hear.

“Ariana”.

The female Titan's name is pronounced in a future English language, not the current one. She remained lying at the bottom of the pit, her face buried in the sand, looking as if she didn't want to face reality.

These words were like a pebble thrown into the center of a lake, creating ripples in Dumbledore's heart.

Ariana

The name struck him like a bolt of lightning, instantly awakening memories he had sealed away for many years.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to stay calm.

“Ariana…” he repeated softly, his eyes growing increasingly complex. His thoughts churned like a storm, countless fragments of memories flashing through his mind.

That little girl.

Her laughter, her fear, and… the tragedy of that summer. Dumbledore knew very well what that name meant; it was his sister, a presence that had never truly left his life. But more importantly, that name should never have existed in this era, nor should it have been known to the Titans before him.

He didn't think Ian was a gossipy person who would discuss these things with the female Titan.

perhaps.

Was it this female Titan who had spied on his or Ian's memories? Albus Dumbledore's mind was far from calm at this moment, filled with numerous guesses and judgments.

however.

His chaotic mind made it impossible for him to concentrate on guessing, judging, and sorting out the information.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Dumbledore's breath hitched for a moment, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"How...how do you know this name?" Dumbledore carefully examined his memories, but he found no signs that his memories had been invaded by anything.

In this regard.

Claire did not answer immediately.

Instead, she felt she had created enough suspense and prestige to make people forget her embarrassing moment of falling from the sky, so she simply climbed out of the pit.

And she reached out and stroked the enormous phoenix that had landed beside her.

Her silver hair was framed by golden-red feathers, making her look like a goddess from mythology. She looked at Dumbledore with a deep and distant gaze, as if she could see through time itself.

"Keep calm, Professor."

She spoke softly, her tone unusually gentle.

“I know what this name means to you.” Claire looked up, her face still covered in dirt, but her eyes held an unprecedented depth of understanding.

She's very good at pretending.

"That's really surprising."

Dumbledore's chest heaved violently, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. Years of experience allowed him to adjust his breathing and regain control of his emotions.

He spoke slowly, his voice regaining its usual calmness.

"Are you a prophet?"

Claire nodded.

"A prophet even before the wizard?"

She nodded again.

"A prophet among the gods?"

This time.

Lyle's lips curled up slightly.

He flashed the same pretentious, profound smile.

“That’s right.” Her voice carried a certain ancient authority. “I am the first prophet in the world, and I have obtained the Creator’s authority over the future.”

Things about the Creator.

She only told Ian about it.

but.

Even though he was unaware of that little-known Titan epic, Dumbledore showed no curiosity about it at this moment; his mind was preoccupied with questions about the Titan prophets.

at the same time.

Two children.

Little Sprout and Odin looked at each other, clearly not understanding the meaning of these words.

"What is the Creator?" Little Sprout couldn't help but ask.

Claire looked at them, a smug smile playing on her lips:

“The Creator is the being that created everything.” Claire looked down at them, her expression suddenly becoming lively, like a stern teacher who suddenly decided to tell her students an interesting story.

She crouched down, and although she was still a head taller than Dumbledore even after crouching, she tried her best to lower her height and gently touched the tip of Sprout's nose.

Just as I created your world, I am your creator. But above me, there is a higher creator, the true source of this world.

The female Titan didn't hide anything either.

The two children were confused, but they saw the enormous phoenix—the Phoenix God—slowly approaching Claire and affectionately touching her shoulder with its wings.

Dumbledore stood there, silent for a long time. His gaze shifted between Claire and the two children, but his thoughts had already transcended the scene before him.

Flying towards the more distant past and future.

The old headmaster didn't seem interested in the topic of creators—which is understandable, given that later wizards' research in many areas has shown that there were many creators in ancient times.

It's simply that these creators are experts in bio-alchemy.

There's nothing to be surprised about.

of course.

This was true only for Albus Dumbledore; for the ancient, prehistoric children, they couldn't even comprehend the meaning of the Creator.

They only see the aspect that they can understand.

"You're actually a friend of Phoenix God! My God! You're a legendary trainer!" Odin exclaimed, revealing his understanding of Tantalus's identity.

"Oh, so this tall lady is also our guardian angel, right?"

Xiaoya quickly pulled her younger brother down to kneel, their foreheads touching the ground, just as respectfully as when they worshipped the phoenix before—after all, in their inherent understanding, trainers and trainers' partners are of equal status.

now.

Seeing the relationship between Ho-God and Female Titan Lyle, even though the two children didn't know what gods or creators were, it didn't stop them from placing Female Titan Lyle on the same level as Ho-God—clearly, both children thought Female Titan Lyle was Ho-God's trainer partner.

This is the way of thinking that people on islands are accustomed to.

Perhaps other adults would also be drawn to this. Claire was amused by their reaction and reached out to ruffle their hair.

"good."

The female Titan Lyle naturally adored the humans she had created.

The initial awkwardness vanished completely at that moment. She straightened her back, a satisfied expression on her face, as if she had finally found her own glory.

Dumbledore, however, remained silent throughout. After a long while, he spoke again, revealing his conjecture in a low and cautious tone.

Can you travel through time and speak with people from the future?

Dumbledore's speculation is quite reasonable. After all, the Titans are an ancient race of gods in the eyes of wizards, and the prophets of this race may indeed have abilities that human prophets do not possess.

In this regard.

Albus Dumbledore thought it was the most likely guess.

However, Claire stared at him.

A faint, eerie light flashed in his eyes.

“At least in my knowledge, no one can travel through time and talk to people in the future.” She refuted Dumbledore’s statement and then gave Dumbledore a brief explanation.

"Time is not a straight line, but an ocean. The past, present, and future all flow within it. I can see where they meet, and I can hear their whispers."

"But most prophets cannot reach the area that is not near them. Of course, I am not the majority; I am the progenitor of prophets and the first holder of this power."

"I can dive to any depth and area."

"However, not all waves are willing to respond to my call, and I cannot see all the scenery of this ocean, let alone pinpoint the area where I am."

The female Titan Lyle became increasingly adept at feigning profundity.

but.

What she said was all highly valuable knowledge.

Dumbledore's gaze grew increasingly profound.

He finally understood that the female Titan before him was far more than just a powerful ancient god. She was the source of some much older, more mysterious power.

Could it even be a crucial node connecting the fate of the universe? As night deepened and the sea breeze gently blew, the Phoenix God began to circle in the air, its golden tail feathers shimmering softly in the moonlight.

Dumbledore glanced at his companion Fawkes, who was chasing the ancient phoenix.

"So, how do you know this name?"

He still hadn't gotten the answer he wanted, the answer that mattered so deeply to him. The female Titan Lyle sensed this, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

"Because of the phoenix, I glimpsed the birth of the Dumbledore family, and therefore, I certainly saw Ariana, who will be the last member of the Dumbledore family."

"at the same time."

After a brief pause.

"She will also be an ancestor, the origin, of the Dumbledore family." Claire's gaze turned strange, even carrying a hint of a smile, as she made a startling statement.

"Albus Dumbledore, she is not just your sister."

Claire spoke softly.

"She is your ancestor."

Shocking.

Dumbledore's breath hitched.

……

In a world of black and white.

It was as quiet as death.

There was no color, only a gray and white expanse, as if the entire space had been frozen in time, making even breathing seem superfluous. An atmosphere that did not belong to reality permeated the air.

It was like some ancient will whispering.

"grim Reaper."

Ian stood on the ash-covered earth, gazing at the black volcano before him. Death was hammering and pounding beside the lava, plunging his hammer into the pale flames.

Yes.

Death was forging something with his head down, holding a hammer made of bone and fire in his hand. Each strike was accompanied by a crisp metallic clang.

Each swing sent up a spray of solidified, dark red chains. Those chains twisted and tangled in mid-air, eventually transforming into some kind of ancient rune and sinking into the depths of the volcano.

"Ding--"

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Just as Ian tried to get closer, Death suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through space and time, and stared straight at him.

“Raven.” Death spoke, his voice cold and hollow, as if coming from the abyss. The icy voice was extremely chilling, like a cold wind seeping from a crack in the world. Ian froze, his heart almost stopping—Death's gaze pierced through the gray air, straight at him.

The young wizard almost instinctively took a step back.

but.

The young wizard quickly realized the problem—no, it wasn't looking at him, nor was it calling him. Ian's senses were sharp enough to analyze that Death's scarlet eyes weren't fixed on him.

Instead... it was behind him.

“Raven…” Death repeated the name in a low voice, his tone revealing a complex emotion, like anger, or perhaps some kind of hidden expectation.

Ian quickly turned his head.

In the stark black and white sky, a jet-black raven is taking flight. Its feathers are as dark as night, its eyes as red as blood, and its wings ripple through the silence, creating an invisible ripple.

Raven.

A real raven.

Ian's breath hitched. Of course he had seen this bird before; he could even transform into it. Now, seeing the raven in action, the young wizard felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It was as if it had appeared in his dreams countless times.

"You should not exist in this world. You are not a life in this world." Death's voice rang out again, low and hoarse, like the wails of millions of dead souls mixed together.

"Don't bother me."

Death is driving them away.

However, the raven did not respond, but merely circled above the volcano, its red eyes gazing down at the chains in Death's hand. Its posture was proud and indifferent, like that of a judge.

Ian stared blankly at this.

A kind of indescribable resonance resonated deep within his soul.

He involuntarily took a step forward, the ashes beneath his feet making a soft cracking sound.

Death's gaze still did not see him, as if the two existed in different timelines that did not intersect—the black and white tones seemed to emphasize once again that Ian was in the past.

Ravens fly extremely fast.

Before he could sort out his thoughts...

The raven suddenly let out a piercing screech.

With a sudden flap of its wings, it swooped down!

Its target is not Ian, but Death!

Ian stood there, watching this scene, a strong sense of unease rising within him.

Is this a long-awaited reunion, or... a fateful showdown? The raven flew closer and closer, its wings whipping up a gust of wind. Its eyes were as deep as an abyss, gleaming with a wisdom that belonged to no ordinary bird.

Death slowly stood up, gently raising the bone hammer in his hand, as if he had long anticipated this moment.

"So it's finally here..." he murmured, his tone no longer cold, but instead carrying a hint of barely perceptible cunning.

The next second, the battle broke out.

The raven swooped down like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for death!

Death did not dodge, but charged forward, the newly forged scythe in his hand slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The two forces collided in mid-air, unleashing a silent shockwave. Death sneered, his newly crafted scythe sweeping across, chains coiling like venomous snakes towards the raven. The instant they collided, the black and white space violently trembled, countless tiny cracks appearing in the ashes, revealing the void of darkness behind them.

Ian lost his footing and fell to his knees. His vision blurred for a moment, and when he looked up again, the raven had already broken free of the chains, its sharp beak aimed straight for Death's throat!
"You think you can win?"

Death's voice was laced with sarcasm.

The raven did not answer.

Only at the last minute.

He suddenly turned and lunged at Ian!

Ian didn't have time to react.

The raven's red eyes were already within reach.

"wake up."

Its sound.

It was exactly the same as Ian's own voice.

(End of this chapter)