Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 82:81: Raven and his Voldemort toy
There was a cold sun hanging in the sky.

Desolation and silence.

It's like life has disappeared.

"Shashasha~shashasha~"

The black waves beat against the empty beach again and again, the grey sand alternated between light and dark in the tides, and Ian opened his eyes to an island where everything seemed to have long since sunk into the years.

"Holy crap! New map!"

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless expanse of black sea, which glows darkly and deeply in the morning light, like the portal to the abyss appearing and disappearing among the waves.

The waves beat against the shore with an almost audible hum, and each impact stirred up layers of black foam, which were then quickly swallowed up by the sea rising from deeper depths.

This is an isolated island where not even the sound of birds can be heard, and an ocean as thick as ink. There is no familiar blue or green, only bottomless black.

obviously.

This is not the peaceful town of Ariana, nor the gloomy and dark castle of Teacher Mara, but a brand new area in the hazy fantasy that Ian has never set foot in.

mystery.

Surprising.

I don't know who is trapped here, but the tone is frightening.

"According to what Teacher Mara said, the Twilight Zone will respond to my inner desires, but today I don't desire anything new. I just want to take Riddle home with a noseless body."

Ian held a small box under his arm and two boxes of chocolate frogs in his hands. He looked around at the indescribably lonely island and saw only a lonely cabin not far away.

"Could it be that because I'm carrying Riddle's Horcrux, the Twilight Zone has brought me to Riddle's promised land?" Ian approached the cabin curiously.

The cabin was built of rough logs, and time had left mottled marks on its surface. On the small windows, dry vines half-covered them, obscuring what was inside.

A lifeless island, or Riddle's cage?

"That makes sense. No one can stop him from pretending to be so arrogant. He can't even find an ant. Riddle must be going crazy. The melon that he loves the most, Avatar, can only be chewed on his own head."

Ian wanted to go into the cabin and take a look. He reached out for the dilapidated door of the cabin. However, something strange happened without warning at this moment.

"Ok?"

The moment Ian raised his hand.

Both vision and space seemed to be distorted.

He found that the door of the wooden house was pushed far away by some force. Even though he was standing in front of the wooden house, the distance between the door and his palm seemed to be infinitely far away.

It's like being in a world inside a kaleidoscope.

Ian even felt a little dizzy.

But when he put down his hands, all the abnormalities disappeared again, as if they had never appeared. The wooden house was still in front of his eyes, and the surrounding environment was still as quiet as death.

"What the hell, I didn't even blink, why is it like frames are skipped?" Ian muttered to himself. He repeated the experiment several times but got the same result every time.

He stood at the gate without giving up, and suddenly threw his whole body forward. With a thud, he fell onto the gray-brown, salty and wet soil with a stale smell.

"Bah bah bah!"

Ian looked up as he spat out sand.

The cabin was still there, but it seemed as if it had suddenly taken a step back in an instant, avoiding his "forced" contact which was perhaps a bit unethical.

"Is it because I'm not Tom Riddle that I can't enter this special cage?" Ian sat on the ground speechlessly and sighed a little depressed.

I'm afraid that I can only wait here silently to leave this trip to the mysterious fantasy world? The color of the sea water is too weird, otherwise I might be able to jump in and swim.

"I regret not bringing a fishing rod with me." Ian had no hope that there would be any fish in the black sea water, but being an airman was obviously more fun than playing with sand.

"Little guy, it's so rude of you to call my home a cage."

suddenly.

The door of the wooden house opened gently, and a woman with long hair and wearing a plain robe stood inside the wooden house, looking at Ian with an expression full of helplessness.

"It's not you I'm waiting for...that's all."

The woman has long hair that shines with silver light, like the brightest star in the night sky. Even if she is dressed simply, she still has a kind of otherworldly aura that cannot be ignored.

Outstanding appearance.

But it couldn't suppress the more powerful temperament.

It's like a bright star isolated from the world.

"Ma'am, have you had breakfast? I brought you a gift." Ian sat on the ground and looked up at the woman. He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted quickly and raised two boxes of chocolate frogs.

This was originally a gift for Ariana and Pandro, but before the gift was given out, it would be wise to change the recipient of the gift according to local conditions, right?
After all, you are trespassing into someone else's territory without permission.

"Is it for me?" the woman smiled.

"Yes, for now."

Ian's little head nodded.

"Reckless, cunning...interesting qualities." The woman chuckled, took the chocolate frog from Ian's hand, and gave an evaluation that did not surprise Ian.

"The Sorting Hat said that I have the qualities of four colleges and am the natural heir to the title deed to Hogwarts Castle. So, I might be a little bit easy to be misunderstood." Ian quickly got up from the ground, raised his hand to pat the dirt off his robe, and smiled as if he was a little embarrassed.

Just now, when Ian saw the face of the woman in front of him, he already knew whose territory he had come to.

Rowena Ravenclaw.

One of the four great wizards of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the founder of Ravenclaw College, she lived in the early Middle Ages. Her wisdom and creativity made her one of the greatest wizards of the time. Ian had walked back and forth in the Ravenclaw common room more than once, and the appearance and posture of the founder of the college had naturally been deeply engraved in his mind.

If Ian still couldn't recognize them, perhaps he should suspect that some of the leaders of the academy took kickbacks from the stonemasons when they were carving the stone statues for the four giants.

"If you need a deed, you should go to Salazar." As if she was curious about snacks from the future, Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw opened a box of chocolate frogs. Before the chocolate frog, which was enchanted once, could jump out, she grabbed its thick neck as if she had expected it.

The cards in the box fell to the ground.

It seemed like a coincidence of fate.

It was a card about Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw herself, but the artist's skills might not be very high, and the portrait on it was much inferior to her real self.

"The title deed and the like are not important, but my uncle is the head of Slytherin. Perhaps I should go and pay a visit to my ancestor. Didn't the Slytherin professor choose to live near you?" When it comes to getting close to people, Ian has always been hard to find an opponent. He was a little curious about the current situation of the Big Four in the misty dreamland.

"You are my third visitor. Godric and Helga have both gone further, but I am still waiting... I have a belated apology that has not yet been delivered."

Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw did not respond directly. She stroked the chocolate frog gently, and the chocolate frog, which had stopped moving, began to kick its legs again.

"Maybe I can help you?" Ian came closer curiously and saw Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw put the chocolate frog in her hand on the gray-brown soil.

It is no longer just the one jump when opening the box, but the frog made of chocolate seems to be given life, bringing vitality to this empty island.

"Guaguagua~"

The Chocolate Frog even made a sound.

"Everything you ask for has a price. So, what is the price for the help you are going to provide, little one?" Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw half-knelt on the ground.

She turned around and looked at Ian with a smile, who was amazed by the little frog.

"Of course there's no price to pay. It's my honor to be able to help you. You may not know that the Sorting Hat almost assigned me to another house, but in the end it felt that I needed you a little more." While trying to get closer to him, Ian patted the back of his robe and turned around to reveal the emblem of the Eagle House.

"I'm not as shameless as you." Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's smiling expression did not change. She had obviously already figured out which college Ian was attending.

Thousands of years.

Some traditions have never changed.

"Are you waiting for Ms. Grey? Ms. Grey is a kind girl, but a little timid." Ian praised Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's children highly.

He had realized who the founder was waiting for.

Helena Ravenclaw.

The young wizards at Hogwarts would more often call her Ms. Grey.

She is a proud, slightly timid, and face-conscious lady, but kind-hearted and well-educated. She stole the Ravenclaw diadem because she wanted to be smarter than her mother.

The seriously ill Rowena Ravenclaw wanted to see her for the last time, but was ultimately unable to do so because of her pride and timidity. This was a regret that had existed in the hearts of both mother and daughter for many years.

"I knew she would choose to become a ghost, but I didn't expect that she would still want to hide from me until now." There was some helplessness in Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's voice.

Girls in their rebellious period are always more likely to make their parents sad and worried.

In recent years, the fact that Helena was deceived by the scumbag Voldemort and had her tiara stolen actually proves how reasonable Rowena Ravenclaw's concerns about her were.

"Maybe it's because she doesn't dare to face you. After all, in her heart, you have always been the majestic mother, and this image will only deepen with the passage of time." Ian said softly. He didn't understand how boring it was to wait for a thousand years, but he also knew how bloody the entanglement between the mother and daughter was.

"Are you familiar with my child?" Rowena Ravenclaw did not comment on Ian's relief. She looked up at the sky and said, "If the operation of Hogwarts has not changed, and my observation is not wrong, you should be the little wizard who just entered Hogwarts at the beginning of the school year?"

I don’t know what kind of means were used to observe the time in the real world from the hazy illusion. Ian looked up for a long time but didn’t find anything special in the sky.

Just a sun.

"To be honest, I love communicating with people. Yesterday afternoon, Ms. Grey promised to help me monitor Peeves' movements. I was planning to show your crown to her after I repaired it." Ian was telling the truth.

"Is the crown broken? After you repair it, don't you want to return it to her?" Rowena Ravenclaw looked at the box left on the ground by Ian. When Ian fell to the ground, the chocolate frog and the box containing the crown fell to the ground.

now.

The box wasn't opened though.

But Rowena Ravenclaw still knew that her things were placed inside.

"Isn't it enough to just take a look? She's... dead." Ian blinked, and his answer made Rowena Ravenclaw couldn't help laughing.

"Do you hope to gain wisdom with it?"

Rowena Ravenclaw walked over to where the box had fallen.

"Gaining wisdom is not important to me. What matters to me is its symbolic meaning. It needs to return to Ravenclaw House. It is the treasure you left to us."

Ian shook his head and answered righteously.

however.

However, after picking up the box, Rowena Ravenclaw looked at Ian with eyes that seemed to see through everything, with a half-smile of disbelief on her face.

"I want to hear the truth," she said.

Ian chose to avoid Rowena Ravenclaw's gaze.

"Well... just think of it as my desire to gain wisdom." Ian's voice became softer, as if he was a little unsure. In front of the former wise founder of Hogwarts, he felt a little overwhelmed.

no way.

This is the founder of Ravenclaw.

Symbol of wisdom.

No one has ever doubted whether the crown of Ravenclaw can bring wisdom to people, which is enough to show how convincing the evaluations about Rowena Ravenclaw are.

"You are still not telling the truth. There are many people who want to pursue this crown and gain the wisdom it can bring, but you are probably not one of them."

"The crown will only bring two kinds of people to me, one is my blood relative, and the other is... the truth that I long to know." Rowena Ravenclaw opened the box.

She grabbed the tattered crown with her hands.

"There is a spirit of an evil wizard hidden inside..."

Ian was about to give a reminder when he saw Rowena Ravenclaw stretch out her other hand and pull out a twisted black object directly from it.

It twisted and tumbled, but was still held in one hand by Rowena Ravenclaw, like a ball of mud. The faces that kept appearing in the black fog were full of anger and resentment.

"Let me go! You despicable bug! How dare you steal my Horcrux! I am the great Dark Lord! I will kill you all! No one can stop my return!"

Voldemort's residual soul was screaming and roaring, sharp and piercing, like claws tearing the air, making Ian unable to help but cover his ears.

"Anyone who calls himself the Dark Lord is an idiot. What serious entrepreneur would call himself the Dark Lord?" Ian couldn't help but comment on the remnant soul of Voldemort, whose brain might really be abnormal.

He brought this Horcrux into the hazy fantasy world, intending to use Teacher Mara's hand to get rid of Voldemort's remaining soul, but he didn't expect that the crown would now return to Rowena Ravenclaw's hands.

"Tsk tsk, Herpo is really harmful to people." Rowena Ravenclaw just pinched the mouth of Voldemort's remnant soul, and then the mouth of Voldemort's remnant soul seemed to be sewn shut. It struggled but could no longer make any sound, and the surrounding environment became quiet and peaceful again.

"Who is this guy?" Rowena Ravenclaw looked at Ian while holding Voldemort's remaining soul in one hand. No matter how the horrifying black mist rolled, it could not escape from her palm.

"Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord who is now scourgeing the entire wizarding world? He even introduced himself, but you didn't hear it clearly?" Ian looked at the creator who was calmly controlling the remaining soul of Voldemort.

He had some sudden thoughts and wondered who was the more powerful ancient witch, the autistic witch Ms. Mara or the ascetic Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw?
Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw should be even more powerful.

The Big Four after all.

"Can this be called a Dark Lord? I thought he was trying to deceive and scare me... In our era, no Dark Lord would believe the lies of Horcruxes." Rowena Ravenclaw looked at the black mist in her hand in astonishment, and she threw Voldemort's residual soul to the ground with some disgust. Her expression was full of disgust.

And a little... complicated.

"Times are regressing. That's normal, normal." Ian stared at Voldemort's residual soul in amazement. After arriving in the hazy illusion, all that was left of Voldemort was a ball of mist and his head.

The head with its mouth sewn shut couldn't make any sound.

His eyes were filled with resentment of being humiliated, and the wisps of black mist behind him could not turn into a solid entity, so he could only roll like a ball.

"He's glaring at me! He's probably still scolding you!" Ian looked at the remnant soul of Voldemort staring at him with resentment, walked forward and stepped on the face of the remnant soul of Voldemort.

It was originally in the shape of a nose.

In an instant, Ian stepped on it and turned it into a noseless face of the "limited style".

"Tom, you are born a bad guy! I took you on a voyage out of kindness, but you didn't even appreciate it. I didn't even ask you for the voyage fee. Your other souls are definitely not willing to help you pay for it."

Ian kicked Voldemort's head several times as if it were a football.

"Kick him into the Black Sea, and the water of the Black Sea will take him away." Rowena Ravenclaw was stroking her damaged crown, and she didn't seem to feel any pain.

It's just a bit regretful.

“Where will you take him?” Ian kicked Voldemort for a while, then stepped on Voldemort’s head, and looked at the endless black sea outside the island with some curiosity.

"Wherever Hercule goes, he will go there, forever without sunlight and a future. This is the price of a Horcrux." Rowena Ravenclaw seemed to know a lot about Horcruxes.

“It sounds tragic, but... I don’t think it’s tragic enough?” Ian looked down at the head at his feet. Voldemort’s resentful eyes seemed to want to eat him alive.

If you still have hands.

He must have wanted to use the melon-eating spell on Ian ten times, no, twenty times. As for why he didn't use other magic, it was naturally because Voldemort loved the melon-eating spell so much.

"Not enough?" Rowena Ravenclaw looked Ian up and down.

Ian nodded.

"I played with him for so long, and he still glared at me..."

There was some resentment in his voice.

Rowena Ravenclaw was stunned for a long time.

"Are you sure you are not lying to me? Is he really the Dark Lord who is harming the world?" Rowena Ravenclaw's voice had a strange tone.

"Your wisdom is unparalleled in the world. Can't you see how evil he is?" Ian lifted Voldemort's head and pulled the dark mist under the head.

Somewhat sticky.

But you can also touch upon the essence.

Rowena Ravenclaw was silent for a long time as she watched him act.

"Oh, there is something I almost forgot to report to you. He actually deceived your daughter's feelings and stole your crown to make a Horcrux."

"The tiara is a small matter, and I tolerate it, but what I cannot tolerate is his behavior. It is because of his deception that poor Ms. Grey cried for decades in Hogwarts."

Ian indignantly expounded on Voldemort's crimes.

At last.

He also added, "I think Ms. Grey's reluctance to enter the misty fantasy world is also related to his deception. The guilty Ms. Grey must feel ashamed to see you."

What bad intentions could the little wizard have?
He just likes to complain.

Rowena Ravenclaw's expression did not change.

She raised her hand slightly.

Countless grains of sand formed a series of paintings in the air, like three-dimensional images. In Ian's eyes, it seemed like some truth was being displayed over and over again in full view.

"If you flipped through your textbooks before school started, you should know the story of the five-legged monster. This means that Transfiguration can actually have a very good space for exploration at the soul level."

Rowena Ravenclaw was about to enter the room with the diadem in hand.

"You still have some time to learn it, little raven." The founding giant's voice was somewhat meaningful, but it was hard to figure out why.

"Crown, are you planning to stay?"

Although Ian felt a little regretful, the item was returned to its original owner after all.

"Yes, that's right. Without this special portkey, the next time you want to find me, you will have to cross your country and fly across the black sea that isolates everything."

Rowena Ravenclaw's words were somewhat incomprehensible.

My country?

Ian frowned slightly.

"fly?"

He was also very puzzled by this.

"Turning into a raven... Of course you can do it. If you can still fly to me, I will repair and transform this crown, and then make it have the true meaning of a crown."

The words fell.

The door of the cabin was closed.

On a deserted island.

Only Ian was left standing in the wind with his foot on Voldemort's head.

He was completely confused, and the remaining soul of Voldemort was covered in filth and mud. In the air, a scroll formed by sand and gravel was still silently explaining the knowledge from Rowena Ravenclaw.

[You have observed the evolution of the origin of transformation, your proficiency in transformation increased by +16]

[You have observed the evolution of the origin of transformation, your proficiency in transformation increased by +32]

[You have observed the evolution of the origin of transformation, your proficiency in transformation increased by +11]

……

An unprecedented enlightenment!
When Ian's eyes reflected those gritty paintings, he seemed to be following the ancestors at the beginning of the birth of magic, from the very beginning of the "spark" to the magnificent fire that ignited the prairie.

Know how.

It was being understood and digested by Ian in a way he had never imagined.

"You are not allowed to look at it. This is for me." While Ian was constantly realizing the truth, he did not forget to stomp the face-down head of Voldemort's residual soul into the mud.

The clock is ticking.

Bit by bit.

Either fast or slow.

There is no specific measurable standard for it, it is just a feeling. Ian was immersed in the joy of continuous harvest, and half a day passed quickly in his life.

[Transfiguration (Level 5) 32/1600]

When extraordinary skills were enhanced in this inheritance that spanned thousands of years and transcended life and death, the special gift that Ian had been longing for was also born.

[Congratulations, your skill has reached level 5 and you have gained extraordinary characteristics. ]

The information on the panel is updating.

The extraordinary characteristic called [Shape of All Things] is clearly visible on it.

As the name suggests.

It allows Ian to apply Transfiguration to anything, including souls and life. Most importantly, it gives Ian the power to... despise Gamp's basic laws of Transfiguration!
"Except for the rule of creating something out of nothing, which remains unshakable, the other four rules are as good as nothingness in my eyes." Ian was unable to bring the magic wand into this world.

He didn't know the reason.

But he couldn't use a wand to transform souls.

"My own special nature allows me to rub souls with my hands..." Ian grabbed Voldemort's remaining soul on the ground and began his experiment after his rapid progress.

"This is the order of Ms. Ravenclaw. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being a scumbag." Ian bullied Voldemort's remnant soul because it couldn't speak, and he kept rubbing Voldemort's remnant soul.

Conceptual forces are at work.

Voldemort's remaining soul felt that his essence was being distorted.

however.

There was nothing he could do about it.

Even the eyes that could show resentment were quickly snapped off by Ian. A moment later, a slug with a noseless Riddle face was placed on the ground by Ian.

It squirmed, trying to get away from Ian.

"Guaguagua~"

The Chocolate Frog, which was given "life" by Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, was immediately attracted and began to chase Voldemort's slug relentlessly.

It has no tongue.

There is no way to swallow the slug.

But this did not affect the frog's instinct to keep chasing Voldemort. In order to avoid being stepped on by a chocolate frog, Voldemort could only squirm like crazy and flee frantically.

"From now on you'll be called Spike."

Ian gave the Chocolate Frog a name.

He turned and looked toward the cabin.

The door is closed.

The position of the windows also made it difficult to see what was inside.

“Thank you for your teaching.”

Ian bowed slightly.

The figure began to fade away in the hazy illusion.

He didn't know.

On the other side of the cabin window, Rowena Ravenclaw had been standing there, watching him quietly until he disappeared on this isolated island that had not been visited by anyone for who knows how many years.

"What an unexpected surprise. I didn't expect that the little raven back then would really fly a miracle. Now, fate has made it fly in front of me again."

Rowena Ravenclaw murmured softly, her thoughts seeming to go back many, many years.

The end of all life in this world is death, but before death comes, wizards have more choices to prolong or avoid death.

however.

Only a wise man can see through it.

All means are just futile delay.

Death may be postponed, but it will always arrive before you, and when the moment of death actually comes, it is the last choice that wizards need to face in this world.

Rowena Ravenclaw chose to take a step forward, and the raven that had signed a contract with the family arrived as promised, taking her across the mountains and the kingdom of the dead to the Black Sea.

This is a reunion after many years.

Cleared up some doubts.

This brought up new doubts.

"A contract spanning dozens of centuries. Is it for the present, or... the future?" Rowena Ravenclaw turned her head and looked at the tattered crown he had placed next to her.

"I understand a lot of things, but I just can't fully understand fate..." She gently opened another pack of chocolate frogs and took out the card from the collection with a complicated expression.

The vivid characters move vividly on it.

"A thousand years in the mortal world. Tell me, where will fate take you?" Rowena Ravenclaw didn't seem surprised by the character she opened from the chocolate frog.

On the card.

A man in a black robe folded his arms, looked arrogant and laughed wantonly.

"I would rather you didn't care about us, and I hope you wouldn't be stupid...my friend, Salazar."

　Greatly

　　
　
(End of this chapter)