Chapter 208 207: The Contract and the Passion of Tom
Riddle is collapsing.
Ian is the same?
He finally had such a slight resonance with the Dark King - what a wizard joke! The era when I fell was actually the era of King Arthur that I just saw in the passage of time! ? Haven’t they all been “crossed”? Shouldn’t it be time to go to a more later era!
How could it fall? This era is still the same!
The most important thing is... Miss Morgan... When will fate be so humorous... Ian clicked on the little girl Morgan's hand on the forehead, and after the light dissipated, he still couldn't stop trembling slightly.
This is the instinct of conditioned reflex.
For the first time he felt what it felt like to have soft fingers. "Your forehead is dirty, I'll wipe it for you." Ian's index finger gently brushed through Miss Morgan's skin. He was really not an expert talent when he was looking for repair in a hurry.
While trying to help others as much as possible, the little wizard is also doing psychological construction in his heart - Morgan is a legend, isn't he a legend?
Do legends need to be afraid of legends?
Uh... Maybe you can still be afraid, but you can't be afraid less. The existence of the same level has the authority of paradoxes, and even the most powerful legend, I will definitely be able to touch it.
Think so.
Ian's heart was shaking again. He tried his best not to let himself think about it. What he had to face was the dead Morgan, the one who was in a confused illusion, but only competed with magic. "Teacher, your heart is very confused now, why?" The little girl Morgan looked up at Ian with her black gem-like eyes, with a hint of tender curiosity in her voice.
"..."
Ian took back his hand and couldn't refute it. "How did you see it?" He pretended to be calm and squeezed out a stiff smile. Now that things have come to this point, what else can he do? He can only bite the bullet and listen to the other party's name that scares him.
"I perceived it."
The little girl Morgan responded honestly.
Okay, okay, okay.
The bad woman also said she doesn't know how to read minds!
What is this horse pedaling!
"Mind reading technique?"
Ian silently took out the recorder.
He pressed the recording button quietly, and wanted to use this as a basis for everyone to "even up" the next time he went to the blurred illusion and faced certain embarrassing situations.
The abacus is good.
However.
The little girl Morgan shook her head.
"I can only feel the emotions of the people around me, it's not mind reading." Not only did she not let Ian get what she wants, she even made Ian feel a familiar sense of déjà.
This horse-trapping is not my line?
Once upon a time.
In front of my good uncle, Ian also said this. Let’s look at the current situation. He can read whoever he wants to read. At the same time, reading the hearts of a group of people will not affect his playing the sixteenth level Rubik’s Cube at all.
Only those who read the mind understand the mind best.
My heart is dirty. "This is an amazing talent." Ian gave both hands a thumbs up, trying to provide emotional value to Miss Morgan in front of him. Perhaps Miss Morgan will forget the unpleasantness that happened today tomorrow.
"I actually couldn't see your emotions at first, which is why I think you are a powerful wizard, but you were obviously out of control just now."
"Just when you heard my self-introduction...and him, I clearly felt his extreme fear... Can you tell me why this is?"
The little girl Morgan turned her head and looked at Riddle lying on the ground.
Her wisdom may be immature in some aspects, but she definitely has a mind far beyond her peers, which made her keenly discover some questions that made her curious.
When seeing the little girl Morgan looking at him, Riddle quickly showed his most sincere and gentle smile, who had been practicing in the academy for 2.5 years. "That's probably because of my heartfelt respect."
He was also trying his best to find a way for himself.
Just.
This statement is obviously more difficult to believe than Ian's search for a supplement, and compared to Ian, the little girl Morgan obviously has no intention of saving face for Riddle.
"I don't believe it."
Her crisp voice was very clean.
The response was also very neat.
Ridel's expression became much stiffer.
"That's because my teacher is also called Morgan." Ian quickly stood up and told the truth, but he was not going to tell the truth here either. "Huh?" Miss Morgan's expression suddenly became surprised. "Is this such a coincidence?"
Her eyes became a little brighter. With a deeper understanding, she chose to seize this opportunity, "So, can this be called a fate between me and you?"
Such a remark.
It is obvious that I want to deepen my bond with Ian.
If you want to talk about the descendants of aristocrats, you must have learned and learned from childhood.
"Of course."
Ian gave an answer without thinking about it. Although he still felt that the current situation made him feel magical, he never dared to leave any handle because of hesitation.
He didn't know the little girl Morgan in front of him, and he didn't know the bad woman Morgan he knew. God knows that this has happened long ago or is happening now.
If it is the former, it's fine.
But if it were the latter... the little wizard could no longer think about what he would face in the next journey of the blurred illusion. It might be the teacher whose fate was changed and he would become a "red name". "So, can I learn your real knowledge?" The little girl Morgan didn't know Ian's psychological activities, because Ian had closed her brain again at this time.
She was just a little lacking in her temper, showing the reason why she spoke closer. The little girl who has never been exposed to magic now may never dream of what the real truth will be. She may still feel novel about herself and the elder of a powerful wizard.
"Of course."
Ian nodded again without hesitation, "I can teach you all my knowledge, after all, my teacher has also taught me what she has learned throughout her life."
The little wizard is from the bottom of his heart.
However.
"What about the price?"
Although the little girl Morgan's eyes were delighted, she still had cautious and traditional thinking. "You want to sign a contract with me."
Ian Tu saw the dagger.
The little girl Morgan suddenly frowned.
"What contract? Is the contract of allegiance?"
She obviously resisted this kind of thing. "No, it is a vow contract that will never hurt each other. This is a necessary measure. I think you should understand it if you are born in a noble family." Ian wanted to provide himself with a real guarantee. He is not a coward, he just doesn't want to fight with his teacher. Yes, that's right, he is just a considerate person. "No problem, but I don't know magic. Although I was secretly exposed to relevant knowledge, I only learned some useless things, which was related to my inability to enter our forbidden bookstore."
The little girl Morgan nodded and agreed with Ian's statement. She turned to look in the direction of the pigpen, with a bit of longing for magic in her voice.
And a little worried that Ian would dislike her nervousness.
"I will guide you."
Ian couldn't wait.
His hand aimed at the ground shining with cold light under the moonlight beside him. There was a knight's sword lying quietly, and the shining sword body reflected the faint moonlight.
"Transformation has been one of the most proud skills of our wizards since ancient times." Ian told the little girl Morgan softly. As he mobilized the magic power in his body, it seemed as if an invisible force was flowing in the air. The sword body he aimed at gradually lost its metallic luster, and its form began to twist and change.
Yes.
Cast spell without a stick.
This is a skill that Ian can use skillfully now. For wizards, the wand is more of an [amplifier and stabilizer]. He is not able to rely on the wand when he is not very strong enough to take action.
See only.
Amid the little girl Morgan's surprise gaze, the part of the hilt slowly contracted, and the blade gradually shortened, eventually turning into a wand that was almost as tall as the little girl Morgan.
Or it should be called a staff.
Ian's history of alchemy is OK, so I know what is popular in this era. Sure enough, the little girl Morgan immediately exclaimed after recognizing the thing. "You used an ordinary long sword to create a priceless staff!?" As for Ian's move, the little girl Morgan's voice and Riddle's breath sounded at the same time. "It's indeed a monster..." He whispered on the ground.
Compared with the legendary witch who had not yet really touched magic, he could feel the magic power of that staff, which violated the law of deformation, no matter how many times he looked at it, it made him feel incredible.
"Just a little trick."
Ian rarely enjoys pretending to be so good.
"Come on."
Ian handed the staff to the little girl Morgan. The little girl Morgan was still observing the staff in her hand curiously. Ian had already raised one palm and handed her a look.
"Ah?"
The little girl Morgan raised her hand a little confusedly and faced Ian's palm.
"This is the magic of vows I have improved. It does not require witnesses, but will only be completed under the witness of fate. It is a truly unbreakable vow."
"For this reason, its effectiveness will last for a long time until the end of eternity." Ian explained his interests clearly and did not choose to fool the contract directly.
He was able to improve such magic thanks to the "Blood Covenant" given by Aurora.
"Yes."
The little girl Morgan's response was very straightforward. So Ian also took out his wand and pointed it at his palm. The little girl Morgan immediately followed suit and raised the heavy wand with her other hand.
"What should I do next?"
She asked nervously.
"Just feel good."
Ian whispered.
The next moment.
He said the content of the oath and asked the little girl Morgan to repeat it. Then, a thin golden stream of light began to entangle and tie between the two people's palms.
"This..."
Morgan's eyes were shocked. Not only did she feel the reason for the magic, but she also felt the magic power in her body, which began to flow under the guidance of Ian.
Such means.
This young girl once again felt how difficult the teacher she picked up was. As the oath was completed, an invisible force seemed to permeate the air.
The fate of the two people has a special connection... It was a magical feeling, and Morgan was still savoring it. Ian had already let go of his hands and refused to give Morgan the chance to continue to take advantage of him. "Very good."
He finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. With this layer of insurance, he was no longer so worried about the next trip to the Dark Illusion.
Looking at the little girl in front of me, Ian was quite moved. Sure enough, it was easier for children to deal with, just like the easiest way to kill Thanos in Marvel movies is to strangle Thanos or a baby.
"You call me teacher, I call you Ms. Morgan, we all talk about our own." With the protection of the contract, Ian was a little tougher, but it could be seen that he was not completely tough. "Why isn't Miss Morgan?"
Little Morgan was not very satisfied with Ian's title. "Okay, then Miss Morgan." Ian was not confused, and changed his words as soon as he said that he would change his words. Morgan's eyes were narrowed into crescent shapes with happy eyes. The bad women of childhood were indeed a bit cute.
"Let's find us a place to settle down first." Ian rubbed his eyebrows, wanting to have some personal time to make up for his thoughts, and he was still a little amazed at what was happening now.
He became his teacher's teacher. so.
The senior sister of the cheap queen is not the senior sister of the cheap queen, but her own disciple? This is too confusing. Even he who holds the paradoxical authority of time travel is difficult to understand. Of course, this is probably because he has not obtained this authority for long enough.
"No problem!"
Little Morgan patted her chest that had not yet been raised, but she still felt unsatisfied. She looked at the staff that gradually disappeared in her hand, and then looked at the wand in Ian's hand. "I actually like such small spell casting props, too."
She seemed to be hinting at Ian's own demands.
Ian rolled his eyes after hearing this.
Asolutely.
A woman's mouth is a lie. The wand that Morgan looks down on the most in the future is the wand. Now Morgan doesn't really like this, but he just simply thinks that this little wand may be more advanced.
He is already reading his mind.
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The courage gradually became bigger. "I will make a suitable wand for you, of course, that's after I've had a rest." Ian's hint was obvious, and of course Morgan understood immediately.
"Here."
She was about to take Ian out of the farm.
However.
When she walked to the door, she still expressed concern for her guards, "My two knights... are they dead? If they die, please allow me to bury them in the pigpen."
"I think I will continue to do my experiments, maybe their heroic energy is reincarnated into my experimental pig's belly." I can only say that such a brain is really not something that anyone can think of.
Morgan little cared about his guards.
But obviously not much.
Bad women have had a heart that is not so true, good and beautiful since childhood. "Do you want the boar to be pregnant?" Ian's expression was a bit weird.
He really couldn't understand what such an experiment was for.
Morgan saw his teacher's confusion. "No, actually my goal is to develop a way to get a man pregnant. If a man can get pregnant, then I will become the largest slave owner in the world." "For us, slaves are equivalent to gold coins." Her answer seems to be a bit reasonable, but the more I think about it, the more I feel the evil smell.
"What a password to get rich... strong!" Ian could only respond with a thumbs up. He really wanted to know if this method was finally studied.
And at this moment.
Ridel's voice suddenly remembered. "I actually know that an island is full of the gold coins you want." He obviously wanted to make up for the bad impression he had just left.
Only the black wizard understands how miserable it would be if he was held in a grudge against a legendary black wizard.
"Shut up, you, the black magic has made your brain bad, right?" Ian didn't want to change such a huge historical process. He glared fiercely at Riddle lying on the ground.
Riddle immediately shrank his neck. "Yes, black magic has indeed made my brain bad. My behavior just now was affected by black magic. Black magic is really terrible!" He was still speaking at the top of his throat.
It is obvious that I want to let Morgan hear it.
"..."
Ian was speechless to Riddle, who was even more cowardly than himself.
"Wake up, you are the Dark Lord."
He reminded Riddle seriously.
I never thought about it.
Ridel heard this.
First, Ian looked at Morgan. "Haha."
He laughed loudly directly.
Abbreviated as bitter smile.
This is an expression that Ian can't practice no matter how hard he practices. Originally, Ian wanted to ask for advice, but when he saw that Morgan had already begun to want to drag the Knight to throw it into the pigpen.
"Your guards are not dead yet."
"They were just imposed on petrification spells. This magic can freeze the actions of creatures, but it will not cause too much damage. You just need to fill a little potion."
said.
Ian took out two bottles of potions, walked up to remove the knight's helmet, and poured the potion into the mouths of the two knights. Soon, the two knights' stiff bodies began to recover.
"I'm really not dead!"
Morgan's voice could not be heard as a surprise or a regret.
It makes people feel complicated inside.
"I can teach you this magic."
Ian had the intention to let Morgan learn magic step by step.
However.
Morgan Little's attitude is very firm. "No, I want to learn that... the green life-seeking curse you just used just now. This world is too dangerous, I need dangerous magic to protect myself."
Her tone revealed maturity and decisiveness that is not consistent with age. "Very good, worthy of being... people from our sect are as good as me." What else can Ian say? He can only praise him. His remarks made Riddle, who was finally able to get up, complain wildly in his heart.
"Start by Avada, and even said I was the Dark King?" He felt very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to speak out, so he could only silently clean up the dirty things on his body.
The two knights gradually recovered.
But they did not continue to be hostile to Ian and Riddle - their ears were quite good under the mild petrification, and they knew who allowed them to avoid the fate of entering the pigpen to feed the pigs.
For your little master.
They dare not resent.
But for Ian who saved their lives.
They did feel a little grateful. "There is another person there. Is he your apprentice?" Little Morgan looked at Malfoy on the ground, a little curious. The man was wearing a robe that Ian was wearing.
It looks like a certain standard robe. "No, that's his servant." Ian pointed to the cleaned Riddle.
"Why don't you resist your servant?"
He spoke dissatisfied with Riddle.
Ridel had no choice but to fight the unconscious Malfoy. "It's really strange that servants have servants," Morgan looked at Riddle and Malfoy in surprise, feeling that he seemed to have gained some unhelpful insights.
"Ah~"
Riddle did not refute when he heard Morgan's name for him, but he was only sad and had a bitter expression. He was a "paradox angel" resurrected by Ian with a paradox.
He and Malfoy can indeed be considered Ian's servants. Of course, it is not wrong that Malfoy is his servant, if he takes out the number of Voldemort.
The night is like thick ink.
In Riddle's self-pity and longing for Hogwarts, Morgan walked out of the dead farm with Ian, the two knights and Riddle carrying Malfoy.
Three horses stood quietly in the moonlight, one of which was particularly eye-catching, with its hair shining with a silver luster in the glimmer of light, as if it was a divine horse walking out of a fairy tale. Little Morgan stood beside the horse, gently stroked the white horse's mane with his little hands, his eyes full of pride, and he introduced Ian.
"This is my horse, called the God of Heaven."
It's hard to evaluate the naming level of Morgan Jr. "Teacher, please ride it." Fortunately, Morgan still knows what respect for his teacher.
"No, no, forget it, you ride, I ride the horse next to me."
Ian also knows respecting teachers and respecting the truth.
At the same time, he does not intend to give any chance to future bad women. After hearing this, Morgan blinked, a little confused, but he still stepped on a knight's back and turned his horse on. Her movements are skillful and smooth, like a long-standing rider. The moonlight shone on her body in harmony.
Riddle originally planned to ride a horse, but when his eyes met with Ian, Ian's seemingly gentle but meaningful look made him shudder involuntarily.
Some things.
Understand in seconds.
No need to say much.
Ridel obediently flipped off the horse and walked to Ian, using it as a foot pad like the knight just now, assisting Ian to climb onto the horse's back.
Ridel straightened up and rubbed his sore wrists, feeling full of reluctance and frustration. However, when Ian's eyes were touched again, he still walked to the front of the horse in seconds.
The sound of hoofs is particularly clear in the quiet night, and the sound of "da da da da" seems to be a unique nocturne. The moonlight shone on them, pulling their shadows long and projecting onto the ground, like a mysterious silhouette. Ian sat on the horse's back, enjoying the night around him comfortably.
The breeze gently brushed across his face, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers and a scent of soil.
"This is really enjoyable."
He doesn't know how to ride a horse, of course he needs someone to lead a horse. "You really enjoy it."
Ridel reluctantly acted as the person who led the horse. He held the reins tightly in his hand, and almost made a golden sentence similar to the ten years of Hedong and ten years of Hexi.
But he did not dare to disobey Ian's orders, and could only endure the humiliation silently. Everything is just for the sake of life. Isn’t living in Ian’s paradox also a kind of eternal life?
The Dark King comforted himself so much.
The next moment.
Ian sat on the horse's back, enjoying the service of being led by the horse, and directly expressed his feelings that Riddle was really hard to hold on, "Look, I have a servant who leads the horse and a noble who leads the way, and I just wear a black robe to be a mysterious wizard. I can feel the romance of the medieval times. This is a story that only exists in the legend of Merlin!"
He said, and turned over his black robe and put it on his body.
"..."
Riddle's mouth was not only twitching, but his heart was also twitching. The sword and magic of the Middle Ages were of course romantic feelings, and he had a yearning for this era.
However.
Who can think of it?
One day he did come to this era.
But, in such a story, he is just a humble groom servant. Well, there is indeed medieval romance, but he is not the one who feels romance.
and.
He will never be able to turn over.
"Fairness, freedom, equality...I miss Hogwarts so much." Or how can suffering change a person the best? Riddle, who is born evil, actually feels like he is enlightened at this moment.
Age in my teens.
It's the time to cry out loud.
If you have any choice.
Riddle really just wants to stay in his diary.
It's so scary outside.
(This chapter ends)