Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 324, Section 323: Bird Lord Reincarnates, Ian Gains Power.

The world has regained its color.

However, they did not take Ian away from the scene.

The raven has indeed completed the forging!
Or rather, it's a rather unique form of bioalchemy! Unlike traditional bioalchemy, which creates life, raven only creates a shell!
Yes! The shell!
The body, forged in the illusionary realm, did not contain a soul, nor was it a product of the illusionary realm. Its body radiated a vibrant life force that did not belong to the illusionary realm.

It's clearly just an infant's shell!
"This……"

Ian stood at a distance, watching this scene, a feeling he couldn't quite describe rising within him.

He didn't know who the baby was.

But he knew.

It is an alchemical creation forged through forging.

A unique being born from the heart of the creator, the body of a Titan, the furnace of fate, and many other things that Ian could not recognize.

A completely new life that belongs neither to the past nor the present, perhaps it cannot even be called human, but rather a completely new species that is exactly the same as a human infant.

When the raven pulls the baby out of the fire.

The feathers trembled slightly.

It seemed to bear some indescribable weight.

It looked down at the child it was holding on its wings, a complex emotion flashing in its eyes—not joy, nor pity, but an almost devout expectation.

That's anticipation.

It gently spread its wings, enveloping the baby within, and then slowly flew into the sky. The volcano still boiled, the world remained black and white, but something deeper had quietly changed.

The raven's excited words were clearly packed with information.

"Good, good, good! I've succeeded! I'm going to be human again!" The raven's voice boomed in the air, carrying a hint of pride, a hint of ecstasy, and even a hint of... long-lost humanity.

A myriad of thoughts flashed through Ian's mind: Was it tired of being a raven? Did it want to break free from the clutches of death? Or had it foreseen a greater future?

Do we need a container that can truly operate in the real world?

Maybe not.

Is it simply a desire to be a brother?

"So, this is a human body that the raven created for itself?" Ian stood frozen in place, his pupils trembling, watching as the jet-black raven took flight.

On the back of this bird is a crystal-clear baby.

His brain went blank for a moment, and his face was filled with disbelief and utter bewilderment.

Raven went to great lengths, forging magma, incorporating the heart of the creator, the organs of the Titans, and even risking his own life to create a baby body for himself?!

This bird wants to be human again?! He thought the raven was forging some kind of divine artifact, or something deeper, but it turns out it's creating a new body for itself?
Ravens were originally high-ranking beings living in a dreamlike, illusory realm.

It is the master of destiny, an existence beyond the comprehension of mortals. But now, it seems to want to return to the human world, to become "human" again with a completely new identity.

how to think.

Everyone felt that this obsession was a bit much for the aunt.

"That's absolutely ridiculous." Ian's lips twitched. He was unsure whether to criticize Raven's outrageous plan or be shocked that it had actually succeeded.

His mind was filled with many thoughts.

If he was the reincarnation of Raven, did that mean the baby Raven had just created was himself? This thought made Ian's lips twitch even more.

to be frank.

It's unlikely that any normal person would accept such a situation. No one wants to be a creature forged in a volcano, not a human being born of parents.

The thought of witnessing one's own birth is unsettling.

"It's an illusion, it must be a hallucination. I am clearly a descendant of the Prince family, and my bloodline has been verified." Ian couldn't help but analyze in his mind.

indeed.

No one has ever doubted that he is a descendant of the Prince family, and Professor Snape, his good uncle, has even conducted bloodline tests on him more than once.

If there really is a problem.

Snape must have discovered it long ago.

At the very least, he would tell Professor Albus Dumbledore. This is a perfectly reasonable speculation; surely the raven couldn't have added Prince family bones or something similar when it forged the baby, could it?

It doesn't make sense.

and.

Even so.

The child never had a real birth process and was unlikely to be considered a descendant of the Prince family, unless the raven altered the memories of all the wizards.
"hiss."

Ian realized that this was not impossible. Based on what he had heard from Merlin and others about the Raven, the Raven's actions were not something that could be predicted in a conventional way.

Just like him.

Just as Ian was feeling a strange mix of emotions.

"boom--!"

A scythe as black as night shot out from the sky.

Slicing through the black and white world, it headed straight for the raven! Wherever the scythe passed, the air shattered, space distorted, and a terrifying aura of death swept in like a tsunami!

It was as if the whole world was making way for this attack.

It's Death!
He has finally returned.

This slash was aimed directly at the baby on the raven's back!

Death doesn't want the raven to succeed!
"Caw?!" The raven turned its head sharply, its red pupils narrowed, its wings folded instantly, and its body flashed to the side like lightning.

"Shh-!"

The sharp edge of the sickle grazed the baby's nose, and the resulting gale tore a hideous gap in the surrounding black and white world.

"Damn it! You attacked me from behind, didn't you?!"

The raven launched into a tirade of curses, its beak spitting out a string of offensive and offensive bird-language swear words.

Death did not respond, but slowly stepped out of the crack. His figure appeared on the horizon, his outline blurred yet full of oppressive power, his massive body shrouded in a tattered cloak.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on the infant. He didn't speak, nor did he make any unnecessary movements; he simply swung his scythe—that was his will, his judgment.

"Click——"

The moment the scythe cleaved down again, a piercing tearing sound filled the air. The rules of death coalesced on the blade; this strike would surely sever all life!

however.

The raven was faster than death itself. It flapped its wings sharply, dodging at the last second, the scythe grazing its wing and sending a black feather fluttering down.

It was so close, just a tiny bit off.

But it managed to evade it.

"Ha!" Raven laughed, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Old man, are you scared? Are you scared that I'll really come back to life? Old Deng is just that afraid of being replaced."

Death did not respond, but simply raised its scythe again, its eyes as cold as an abyss.

"Hiss-!"

Countless Dementors surged in from all directions, their rotting cloaks crashing down on Death like a tidal wave. They had no reason, no fear, only absolute obedience to the raven.

But who is Death?
He is the embodiment of the end of all things, the master of the final destination of all souls.

Though powerful, Dementors are merely shadows of a hazy illusion, His stolen servant race. With a sweep of Death's scythe, hundreds of Dementors vanished in the flash.

Death continued to sweep his scythe outwards, a wave of death spreading outwards. The dozen or so Dementors in the front row instantly shattered, turning into specks of black mist that dissipated into the air.

The Dementors, which wizards feared so much, seemed utterly helpless here.

Even if there are many more.

They are nothing but ants.

But more Dementors followed one after another, like a black torrent, enveloping Death layer upon layer, attacking in droves, like a net that was constantly tightening.

Death is trapped within it.

Their figures transformed into black whirlwinds, spinning wildly around Death, their bone claws tearing at Death's cloak, their empty bellies swallowing the breath of death.

Some even self-destruct.

Use your decaying body to stop the march of death.

obviously.

The Dementors are fearless and ruthless.

They attempted to overwhelm this supreme being with sheer numbers.

"You...get out of the way." Death was completely engulfed, its massive body struggling to move under the onslaught of Dementors. Although these creatures of the dead couldn't inflict any real harm on Him, their sheer number and dense swarming made it virtually impossible for Him to escape. They couldn't truly hurt Death, but they could delay His movements. Every second of hesitation bought Raven precious time.

"Hahaha! That's it? That's it?!"

The raven flapped its wings triumphantly, carrying the baby on its back as it continued flying into the distance, not forgetting to taunt, "Brother Death, your job skills are lacking!"

"I'll teach you a couple of tricks sometime!"

talking.

Raven looked at Ian again.

"See? I control my destiny, I control everything, everything is in my plan. It's like I have the script written by the screenwriter. That's the ruthlessness of fate."

It was speaking. It wasn't asking Ian for help; it seemed to be simply showing off. Ian, standing at a distance, was speechless as he witnessed it all.

He watched this scene numbly.

I suddenly feel that my worldview has been repeatedly crushed and rebuilt today.

Raven... really used the heart of the Creator and the organs of the Titan to create an infant body for himself, and then arrogantly ran away in front of Death?

what is this?
The most powerful reincarnation technique in the magical world?!
Just as he was in a daze, the raven's figure had already turned into a black dot on the horizon, only its arrogant caw still echoing—

"I'm leaving, Bird Lord! Death, you can keep playing!"

Death's furious roar echoed from the horde of Dementors, but was quickly drowned out by even more Dementors. Ian stood there, silent for a long time, before finally uttering a single sentence.

"This bird is a fucking genius."

He finally understood something.

Death doesn't just want to destroy the volcano, nor does it just want to stop the forging of the raven.

What He fears is that the raven will truly be reborn as a human.

Because once the raven has a new body, it will become a true "variable." And for Death, this means loss of control, and also... the collapse of some kind of order.

The authority of Death is about to collapse.

He certainly wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. Of course, it might not be just that, but that's all Ian could see.

"Could it be that after being reincarnated as a raven, it will possess unlimited potential? A higher future?" Ian could only speculate as he watched the raven soar higher and higher.

The raven's wings sliced ​​through the sky and disappeared into the leaden clouds.

Death stands atop the ruins.

The black robes billowed.

A ghostly green flame burned within the hollow eye sockets.

His roar transformed into a tangible sonic wave, and black ripples spread like a tide, causing Dementors to explode and turn into black ashes scattered across the sky.

only.

The ashes have not yet fallen.

A new form then condensed from nothingness.

Those Dementors that were shattered.

It's no wonder that the raven isn't worried at all about the deaths of its minions, since it can "return from the dead" from some place. The Dementors' empty hoods emitted even more piercing screams.

"This right is rightfully mine."

The voice of Death was like the scraping of a rusty blade.

"How blasphemous!"

He suddenly opened his bony hands and spat out countless rusty chains from his mouth. The chains seemed to have a life of their own, swarming out of his mouth like snakes.

They intertwine in the air to form a vast net.

Entangling thousands upon thousands of Dementors.

The chains were engraved with ancient death runes, and each tightening produced a sickening metallic creak. In moments, the countless Dementors were bound together like a densely packed "zongzi" (rice dumpling).

Neither dead nor alive.

Hanging helplessly in mid-air.

Death retracted its chains, its black robes billowing, about to fly to Earth and crash.

"Wait a minute."

The sound of ravens came from the clouds.

He reappeared, his jet-black wings obscuring half the sky. However, the baby he had been carrying was gone.

Death slowly turned around, facing off against the raven across the distance.

“For the sake of my plan,” the raven’s eyes gleamed with a starlike light, “you must fall into a deep sleep.”

The air froze for a moment.

next moment--

"boom!!!"

Two divine powers collided violently! Death swung his scythe, unleashing a black arc of light that traversed the heavens and earth, shattering space wherever it passed and revealing the void of chaos behind it.

"You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?" The raven let out a long howl, its wings stirring up a silver-gray storm, each feather turning into a sharp blade, colliding fiercely with the arc of death.

Sparks rained down.

The earth is wailing.

The sky was torn apart.

The battle between the two has transcended magic.

Every clash rewrites the rules of reality.

Faced with the Grim Reaper's torrent of death, the Raven immediately spread its wings and summoned countless spacetime rifts, diverting the torrent of death to different timelines.

Then throw it away.

They were destined to be discarded.

That's a really shameless way to play.

They are confident of their inevitable victory in the future.

This is perhaps the main reason why Death repeatedly suffers setbacks and is simply no match for the Raven. After all, the battle between two ancient deities is all about whose rules are more defiant and who is more powerful.

"You have tampered with life and death; you will surely suffer the consequences! Outsider!"

Death's roar shattered the clouds.

The raven remained silent, a resolute glint in its eyes. Suddenly, it folded its wings, transforming into a streak of black light that hurtled straight at Death's chest! Death swung its scythe to block, but at the moment of impact, it discovered that the raven's form had become ethereal.

The raven pierced Death's chest, as if it had plundered something Ian couldn't understand from Death's body, and then Death's entire body stiffened.

Death's movements suddenly slowed, and the green flames in his eyes flickered uncertainly.

"Sleep now."

Ravens whisper.

"You think... this will do..." Death's scythe fell to the ground, creating a deep crater.

“That’s enough.” The raven’s wings completely enveloped Death. “It will all be over before you awaken.”

Death's body began to crystallize, gradually being sealed within a massive dark purple crystal. His final voice echoed through the crystal, carrying a chilling prophecy:

"You will regret it... Raven... Death... never... truly sleeps..." The crystal solidified completely, hovering in mid-air, and Death was trapped in some kind of sealed state.

"Time is running out."

Raven turned and glanced at Ian.

"Hmm, very handsome, Bird Lord is going to be reincarnated."

It flapped its wings and flew away.

There was no lingering feeling of being in a dreamlike, illusory world.

The clock is ticking.

An empty crater.

Ian was about to go check the crystal where Death was located.

suddenly.

He felt Death's gaze turn to him.

(End of this chapter)