Chapter 82 81: Raven, and his Voldemort toys
The indifferent sun hangs in the sky.
Desolation and silence.
It’s like life has become extinct.
“Shashasha~Shashasha~”
Black waves hit the empty beach again and again, and the gray sand alternated between light and dark in the tide. Ian opened his eyes on the isolated island where everything seemed to have sunk in the years.
“Holy shit! New map!”
As far as the eye can see, there is an endless expanse of black sea water, glowing with a dark and deep luster in the morning light, like the portal of an abyss. The waves appear and disappear.
The waves crashed against the shore with an almost audible roar, each impact stirring up layers of black foam, which were quickly swallowed up by the rising waters from deeper depths.
This is an isolated island where you can't even hear the chirping of birds. The ocean is as sticky as ink. There is no familiar blue or green, only the bottomless black.
Obviously.
This is not Ariana’s peaceful town, nor is it Teacher Mara’s gloomy old castle, but a brand new area in a tangled fantasy world that Ian has never set foot on.
Mysterious.
Weird.
I don’t know whose stop it is, but it shows a palpitating color.
"According to what Teacher Mara said, the trance will respond to my inner desire, but today I don't long for new things. I just long to bring the noseless Riddle home."
Ian's armpit Holding a small box between his legs, he held two boxes of chocolate frogs in his hand. He looked around at the indescribable lonely desert island, only to see a lonely cabin not far away.
"Could it be because I was carrying Riddle's Horcrux, and the trance brought me to Riddle's promised land?" Ian approached the cabin curiously.
The cabin is made of rough logs, and time has left mottled traces on its surface. On the small windows, dry vines are half-covered, blocking the things inside.
A lifeless island, or Riddle's cage?
"It makes sense. No one can make him pretend. He can't even find an ant. Riddle will go crazy. His favorite Avada can only gnaw on his own head."
Ian wanted to enter the wooden house to take a look, and he stretched his hand towards the door of the mottled wooden house. However, something strange happened without warning at this moment.
“Huh?”
The moment Ian raised his hand.
The line of sight and space seem to be distorted.
He found that the door of the wooden house was pushed away by some force. Even though he was clearly standing in front of the wooden house, the distance between the door and his palm seemed to be infinitely widened.
It’s like being in a kaleidoscope of the world.
Ian even felt a little dizzy.
When he put down his hand, all the abnormalities disappeared again, as if they had never appeared. The wooden house was still in front of him, and the surrounding environment was still as quiet as death.
"What the hell, I didn't even blink. Why is it like the frame is skipping?" Ian muttered in a low voice. He repeated the experiment several times but still got the same result.
He stood at the gate unwilling to give up, and his whole body suddenly jumped forward, and the next moment, he fell onto the grey-brown salty and wet soil that had a somewhat stale smell.
“Bah, bah, bah!”
Ian raised his head while spitting sand.
The cabin is still there, but it seems as if the cabin suddenly took a step back in an instant, avoiding his "forced" contact that may have some unethical character.
"Is it because I'm not Tom Riddle, so I can't enter this special cage?" Ian sat on the ground speechlessly and sighed depressedly.
On this trip to a trance-like fantasyland, am I afraid I can only wait here silently to leave? The color of the sea water is so weird, otherwise you might be able to jump in and have a swim.
“I regret not bringing a fishing rod in.” Ian had no hope of whether there would be any fish in the black water, but being an Air Force guy was obviously more interesting than playing in the sand.
"Little guy, how impolite you are to call my home a cage."
Suddenly.
The door of the wooden house opened slightly, and a woman with long hair 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 like silver, like the brightest star in the night sky. Even if she is dressed plainly, she still has an indescribable aura. The otherworldliness of neglect.
Outstanding appearance.
But it can't suppress the more prosperous temperament.
It is like a shining star that is left alone in the world.
"Madam, have you had breakfast? I brought you a gift." Ian sat on the ground and looked up at the woman, stunned for a moment, and then quickly raised the two boxes of chocolate frogs.
This is a gift for Ariana and Pandro, but before the gift is given out, is it a kind of wisdom to change the recipient of the gift according to local conditions?
After all, you are trespassing on someone else's territory.
“Is it for me?” The woman smiled.
“Yes now.”
Ian's little head nodded.
"Reckless, cunning...interesting qualities." The woman chuckled lightly, took the chocolate frog from Ian's hand, and made a comment that did not surprise Ian.
“The Sorting Hat said that I have the qualities of the four houses and am the natural heir to the title of Hogwarts Castle. Therefore, I may be a little bit easy for others to misunderstand.” Ian Maliao He got up from the ground, raised his hand and patted the dirt on his robe, smiling sheepishly.
Just now, when he saw the face of the woman in front of him, Ian already knew whose territory he had entered.
Rowner Ravenclaw.
One of the four giants of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the founder of Ravenclaw House, she lived in the early Middle Ages. Her wisdom and creativity made her one of the greatest wizards of the time. Ian had passed back and forth in the Ravenclaw lounge more than once, and the appearance and posture of the founder of the college had naturally been ingrained in his mind.
If Ian still can't recognize him like this, maybe he should wonder if some of the people in charge of the college took kickbacks from the masons when they carved stone statues for the Big Four.
"If you need a land deed, you should go to Salazar." As if curious about future generations of snacks, Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw opened a box of chocolate frogs. Before the chocolate frog that had a one-time magic cast inside jumped out, she pinched its thick neck directly as if she had expected it.
The card in the packaging box fell to the ground.
It seems like a coincidence of fate.
It is a card about Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw herself, but the artist's level may not be too high, and the portrait on it is much inferior to her.
"The land deed is not important, but my uncle is the Dean of Slytherin. Maybe I should also visit my ancestors. Didn't Professor Slytherin choose to live near you?" On the other hand, Ian has always been hard-pressed to find an opponent. He is a little curious about the current situation of the four giants in the illusion.
“You are my third visitor. Godric and Helga have gone further, and I am still waiting... I have a late apology that has not yet been delivered. "
Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw did not respond directly. She gently stroked the chocolate frog, and the chocolate frog that had stopped moving began to kick up its legs again.
"Perhaps I can help you?" Ian came up curiously, and he saw Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw placing the chocolate frog in her hand on the gray-brown soil.
It is no longer just the jump when opening the box, but the frog made of chocolate, as if it has been given life, bringing a vitality to this empty island.
“Quick quack quack~”
The chocolate frog even made a sound.
"Any request has a price, so what is the price for the help you want to provide, little one." Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw squatted on the ground.
She turned back and looked at Ian who was amazed by the little frog with a smile.
"Of course there is no cost. It is my honor to help you. You may not know that the Sorting Hat almost sent me to another house, but in the end it still felt that I wanted to be a little more like you." As Ian approached, he patted the back of his robe and turned around to reveal the Yingyuan logo.
"I am not as shameless as you." Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's smiling expression did not change. She had obviously already figured out which college Ian attended.
Thousands of years.
Some inheritances never change.
"Are you waiting for Ms. Grey? Ms. Gray is a kind-hearted girl, but she is a little timid." Ian praised Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's child.
He had realized who the founder was waiting for.
Helena Ravenclaw.
The little wizards at Hogwarts will call her Lady Grey.
She is a proud, a little timid, face-conscious, but kind-hearted and well-educated lady. Back then, he stole Ravenclaw's diadem because he wanted to be smarter than his mother.
The seriously ill Rowena Ravenclaw wanted to see her for the last time, but in the end she was unable to do so because of her pride and timidity. This was a regret that had existed in the hearts of the two mothers and daughters for many years.
"I knew she would choose to become a ghost, but I didn't expect that she would still want to avoid me until now." There was a hint of helplessness in Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's voice.
Rebellious girls are always more likely to make their parents sad and uneasy.
In recent years, Helena was tricked into stealing the crown by the scumbag Voldemort, which actually proves how reasonable Rowena Ravenclaw's concerns about her are.
"Maybe it's because she doesn't dare to face you. After all, in her heart, you have always been that majestic mother. This image will only deepen with the passage of time." Ian said softly. , he didn't understand how boring a thousand years of waiting was, but he also knew what kind of bloody entanglement between the two mother and daughter was.
"Are you familiar with my child?" Rowena Ravenclaw was noncommittal to Ian's relief. She looked up at the sky, "If the operation of Hogwarts has not changed. , and my observation is not wrong, you should be a young wizard who has just started school and entered Hogwarts?”
I don’t know what kind of method he used to actually observe the time in the real world in the trance. Ian looked up for a long time and didn’t find anything special in the sky.
It’s just a sun.
"To tell you the truth, I love to communicate with others. Ms. Gray promised to help me monitor Peeves' movements yesterday afternoon. I planned to show her to her after I repaired your crown. ." Ian told the truth.
"Is the diadem broken? After you repaired it, didn't you want to return it to her?" Rowena Ravenclaw looked at the box left by Ian on the ground—— — When Ian fell to the ground earlier, both the chocolate frog and the box containing the crown fell to the ground.
Today.
The box was not opened though.
But Rowena Ravenclaw could still know that what was placed there was her own.
"Isn't it enough to look at it? She has... passed away." Ian blinked, and his answer made Rowena Ravenclaw laugh.
"Do you wish to use it to gain wisdom?"
Rowner Ravenclaw walked towards the place where the box had fallen.
"Acquiring wisdom is not important to me. What I value is its symbolic meaning. It needs to be returned to Ravenclaw House. It is the treasure you left to us."
Ian shook his head A righteous answer.
However.
After picking up the box, Rowena Ravenclaw looked at Ian with her eyes that seemed to see through everything, with an unbelieving smile on her face. .
“I want to hear the truth.” She said.
Ian chose to avoid Rowena Ravenclaw's gaze.
"Then...just think that I want to gain wisdom." Ian's voice became smaller, as if he had no confidence. In front of the once wise founder of Hogwarts, he felt that he Somewhat overwhelming.
No way.
This is the founder of Ravenclaw.
A 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 comments about Rowena Ravenclaw are.
“You still haven’t told the truth. There are many people who want to pursue this crown and obtain the wisdom and blessing it can bring, but you will probably not be one of them.”
"The crown will only bring two kinds of people to me, one is my blood relatives, and the other is...the truth I long to know." Rowena Ravenclaw opened the box.
She grabbed the worn-out crown with her hands.
"It contains the spirit of an evil wizard..."
Ian was just about to give a warning, but then he saw Rowena Ravenclaw stretch out his other hand and pull out a dark twisted thing directly from it.
It twisted and rolled, but was still held by Rowena Ravenclaw with one hand. It was like a ball of mud, and the faces that kept appearing in the black mist were full of anger and resentment.
"Let me go! Despicable bug! You dare to steal my Horcrux! I am the great Dark Lord! I will kill you all! No one can stop my return!"
Voldemort's remnant soul was roaring and roaring, sharp and harsh, like sharp claws tearing at the air, which made Ian couldn't help but cover his ears.
"Anyone who calls himself the Dark Lord is an idiot. Who is a serious entrepreneur who would call himself the Dark Lord?" Ian couldn't help but comment on the remnant soul of Voldemort who might have a brain disorder.
He brought this Horcrux into a trance dreamland, originally hoping to use Teacher Mara's hands to deal with the remnant soul of Voldemort, but he did not expect that the crown would be returned to Rowena Ravenclaw's hands.
“Tsk tsk, Herbo is really harmful.” 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 held the remnant soul of Voldemort with one hand and looked at Ian. No matter how the terrifying black mist surged, it could not escape her palm. .
"Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord who is currently harming the entire wizarding world in this world? He has already introduced himself, but you didn't hear clearly." Ian looked at Voldemort calmly. The creator of the residual soul.
He had some whims, and he didn’t know who was the more powerful ancient witch, the autistic witch Teacher Mara, or the ascetic Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw?
Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw should be more powerful.
After all, the Big Four.
"Can this be called the Dark Lord? I thought he was trying to deceive and scare me... In our time, no devil would believe the lies about Horcruxes." Rowena Ravenclaw looked at the black mist in her hand in shock, and threw Voldemort's remnant soul to the ground with some disgust. His expression was full of disgust.
It’s still a little... complicated.
"Times are going backwards. It's normal. It's normal." Ian stared at Voldemort's remnant soul and marveled. After arriving in the trance, Voldemort was only left with a ball of mist and his head.
The head with its mouth sewn shut cannot make any sound.
His eyes were filled with the resentment of being bullied. The wisps of black mist behind it could not turn into entities, so that he could only roll like a ball.
"He's staring at me! He's probably still scolding you!" Ian looked at Voldemort's remnant soul staring at him resentfully, stepped forward and stepped on the face of Voldemort's remnant soul.
Originally it was the shape of a nose.
In an instant, Ian trampled him into a "limited style" noseless face.
"Tom, you are indeed a born bad guy! I kindly took you on a voyage, but you didn't appreciate it. I didn't even ask you for the voyage fee. Your other souls are definitely not willing to help you pay. Money."
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 diadem. She didn't seem to feel any distress.
Just a little regretful.
"Where will you take him?" Ian kicked Voldemort for a while, then stepped on Voldemort's head, and looked curiously at the endless black sea outside the island.
"Wherever Herbo is, he will go. There will be no daylight and no future. This is the price of Horcruxes." Rowena Ravenclaw seems to know Horcruxes very well. .
"It sounds miserable, but... I don't think it's miserable enough?" Ian looked down at the head at his feet. Voldemort's angry eyes seemed to want to eat him alive.
If you still have hands.
He must be eager to release it to Ian ten times, no, twenty times. As for why other magic is not used, it is naturally because of Voldemort's deep love for chewing giant melons.
"Not enough?" Rowena Ravenclaw looked Ian up and down.
Ian nodded.
"I've been playing with him for so long, and he still glares at me..."
His voice was a bit unhappy.
Rowena Ravenclaw was stunned for a long time.
"Are you sure you're not lying to me? Is he really the Dark Lord who brought harm to the world?" Rowena Ravenclaw's voice had a strange flavor.
"Your wisdom is unparalleled in the world, can't you see how evil he is like this?" Ianti picked up Voldemort's head and pulled at the dark mist under the head.
Somewhat sticky.
But it can also touch the essence.
Rowner Ravenclaw looked at his behavior and was silent for a long time.
"By the way, there is something I almost forgot to tell you. In fact, he deceived your daughter's feelings and took away your crown to make it into a Horcrux."
"Crowns are trivial matters. I can bear it, but what I can't stand is his behavior. Because of his deception, poor Ms. Gray has been crying in Hogwarts for decades."
Ian explained indignantly. Voldemort's guilt.
Finally.
He also added, "I think Ms. Gray's delay in entering the trance is also related to his deception. The guilty Ms. Gray will definitely feel that she has no face to see you."
What evil intentions could the little wizard have?
He just likes to complain.
Rowner Ravenclaw's expression did not change.
She raised her hand gently.
Countless gravels formed pictures in mid-air, like three-dimensional images. In Ian's eyes, it seemed that some kind of truth was displayed repeatedly in an unobstructed view.
"If you read the textbook before the start of school, 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 level of the soul."
Rowena Ra Winclaw holds the crown and is about to enter the house.
"You still have some time, learn it, little raven." The voice of the founding giant was full of meaning, but the reason was elusive.
“Are you going to keep the crown?”
Although Ian felt a little regretful, it was returned to its original owner after all.
"Yes, that's it. Without this special door key, the next time you want to find me, you have to travel through your country and fly over the black sea that isolates everything."
Rowner ·Ravenclaw's words are a bit incomprehensible.
My country?
Ian frowned slightly.
“Fly?”
He was also very puzzled by this.
“Become a raven... Of course you can do it. If you can still fly to me, I will repair and transform this crown, and then let it have the true meaning of a crown. ”
The words fell.
The door of the cabin was closed.
An empty island.
Ian was left standing in the wind with his feet on Voldemort's head.
His head was full of confusion, and the remnant soul of Voldemort was full of filth and mud——In mid-air, the scroll formed by gravel was still silently explaining the story from Rowena Ravenclaw knowledge.
[You have observed the evolution of the origin of transformation, and your proficiency in transformation +16]
[You have observed the evolution of the origin of transformation, and your proficiency in transformation +32]
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...
An unprecedented enlightenment!
When Ian's eyes reflected the gritty paintings, he seemed to be following the ancestors at the birth of magic, from the very first "flame" to the prairie fire. The majesty.
Knowledge.
It is being understood and digested by Ian in a way that he has never imagined.
"You are not allowed to look, this is for me." In the process of continuous enlightenment, Ian did not forget to completely step on the face-down head of Voldemort's remnant soul into the soil.
Time is passing.
Little by little.
Fast or slow.
It does not have any specific measurable standard, it is just a feeling. Ian was immersed in the joy of constant harvest, and half a day passed by him in a hurry.
[Transfiguration (Level 5) 32/1600]
When extraordinary skills are improved in this inheritance that spans thousands of years and transcends life and death, the special gift that Ian cherishes so much is also conceived. out.
【Congratulations, your skill has exceeded level 5 and you have gained extraordinary characteristics. 】
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The extraordinary characteristic called [All Things Shape] appears on it.
As the name suggests.
It allows Ian to apply transfiguration to anything, including souls, including life. The most important thing is that it will give Ian... contempt for Gamp's basic transformation laws!
"Except for the rule of making something out of nothing that remains unshakable, the other four rules are nothing in my eyes." Ian failed to bring the wand into this world.
He didn't know the reason.
But for the transformation of the soul, he can't use a magic wand.
"My own special characteristics allow me to rub my soul with my hands..." Ian grabbed the remnant soul of Voldemort on the ground and began his experiment after his rapid advancement.
"This is Ms. Ravenclaw's order. If you are to blame, I only blame you for being a scumbag." Ian bullied Voldemort's remnant soul because he couldn't speak. He kept rubbing Voldemort's remnant soul.
Conceptual power is at work.
The remnant soul of Voldemort 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 removed by Ian. After a while, a slug with the face of a noseless Riddle was placed on the ground by Ian.
It squirmed and tried to get away from Ian.
“Quick quack~”
The chocolate frog that was given “life” by Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw was immediately attracted and began to follow Voldemort’s slug relentlessly. A fierce pursuit began.
It has no tongue.
There is no way to swallow a slug.
But this does not affect the frog's instinct, making it constantly want to chase Voldemort. In order not to be stepped on by a chocolate frog, Voldemort could only squirm like crazy and run away like crazy.
"From now on you will be called Spike."
Ian gave the chocolate frog a name.
He turned and looked at the cabin.
The door has been closed.
The position of the window also makes it difficult to see the scene inside.
“Thank you for your teaching.”
Ian bowed slightly.
The figure began to fade into the blurry illusion.
He didn't know.
On the other side of the window of the cabin, Rowena Ravenclaw had been standing there, watching him quietly, until he disappeared into this house that had not been visited by anyone for who knows how many years. Island.
"An unexpected surprise. The little raven did not expect to fly a miracle back then. Now, fate has actually made him fly in front of me again."
Luo Ina Ravenclaw murmured softly, her thoughts seemed to go back many, many years ago.
The end of all life in this world is death, but before death comes, wizards have more choices to prolong or escape death.
However.
Only the wise can decipher it.
All means are just futile delays.
Death may be postponed, but it will always arrive in front of you, and when the moment of death truly arrives, it is the last choice that wizards need to face in this world.
Rowena Ravenclaw chose to take a step forward, so the raven who signed a contract with the family arrived as promised and took her across the mountains and the kingdom of death to the Black Sea.
This is a reunion after many years.
Resolved some doubts.
It brought new doubts.
"A contract that spans dozens of centuries, is it for the present or... the future?" Rowena Ravenclaw turned his head and looked at the ruined crown he placed next to him.
"I understand a lot, but I can't fully understand fate..." She gently opened another pack of chocolate frogs and took out the card contained in it with a complicated expression.
The vivid characters move lifelike on it.
"A thousand years in this world, tell me, where has fate taken you?" Rowena Ravenclaw didn't seem surprised that he drew a character from a chocolate frog.
On the card.
A man in black robe crossed his hands, looked arrogant, and smiled wantonly.
"I would rather you don't care about us, and I hope you don't be stupid...my friend, Salazar."
Big, big
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