Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 206 Chapter 205: Promotion! Power! Paradox!
The disaster caused by Helbo has subsided, but the volcanic eruption is still continuing. The surging magma is like a surging wave, sweeping and swallowing everything on the earth near the volcano.

There was no wailing or wailing, only the roar of the volcano echoing between heaven and earth. If it were not for the protection of the sun god, perhaps no one in this vanished civilization would have survived to witness it.

The singing of songs for the salvation of the dead souls gradually subsided.

All the priests were also confused.

"What should the rest of us do?"

A priest looked sad and spoke in a sorrowful tone. He asked for help from the infinitely glorious sun god, but the sun god could only comfort him with a sigh.

"Live with the regret of the deceased." The power of the gods may be able to do many things, but they are powerless against the inevitable points in history.

Just as they could not prevent the coming of Ragnarok.

sometimes.

Knowing is more tormenting than not knowing.

"Father, why hasn't this little guy woken up yet?" The goddess of recklessness had been checking on Ian's condition. She circled around the sparkling Ian for almost ten circles.

The little wizard kept her eyes closed, and the aura emanating from her body made her feel more and more nervous - just like a rabbit facing its natural enemy, there was an irresistible urge driving her to escape.

"He will wake up naturally when it's time to wake up." The Sun God said nonsense. Perhaps even he couldn't judge when Ian would wake up, but he still had to pretend to maintain his dignity as a father.

The goddess of reckless man had no doubts.

She just raised her hand and opened Ian's eyelids. There was a shadow flashing in Ian's shining eyes, full of oppression, and the goddess of recklessness quickly withdrew her hand and stepped back a few steps.

“It’s really weird.”

She couldn't help muttering.

As for what was happening in the outside world, Ian had no perception at the moment. His soul was undergoing a qualitative change, and the patterns in his mind were becoming clearer and clearer.

In the world of consciousness.

The image that had been blurry before gradually became clear, as if a thick layer of fog was slowly pushed away, revealing the essence hidden in it. It was a deep and mysterious picture - two scarlet spots suddenly lit up in the darkness like the fire of hell, the light was not dazzling, but it carried a breathtaking power.

"This is?"

Ian stared at the changing and clear image, and he saw the scarlet gradually becoming solid as it twisted. It was two eyes, cold and deep, full of ancient and unknown charm. They were eyes, and as time went by, the outline of the image became clearer, and a cold raven gradually appeared.

Its feathers were as black as ink, and each one seemed to contain endless mysterious power, flickering in the darkness. Ian's breathing became rapid. He could feel a mysterious charm flowing over the pattern, like an ancient authority, or a whisper from the birth of the universe.

"Is this my legendary authority?" Ian could sense that the paradoxical authority that had flowed to him before came from his own legendary essence that had become clear to him.

It was a power beyond common sense, a tyranny that represented "plunder" and "occupation". It was now flowing through Ian's thoughts and merging into his soul.

This is why Ian can feel the power of paradox.

The power that should have belonged to Hailpo flowed out from the raven pattern like an invisible river, flowing through every inch of his flesh and blood, and finally gathered in his soul and became a part of him.

This feeling of predatory power is both strange and familiar, as if one has been chosen by some ancient law of the universe and given the supreme privilege to explore taboos and rewrite the rules.

"This is too incredible. Am I too supermodel or is the status of legend inherently supermodel?" Ian was shocked by his own situation, his mood fluctuating like the waves.

of course.

Now is not the time to ponder how powerful this authority is. Ian can feel that his body, soul and even consciousness are undergoing subtle changes.

This is undoubtedly a transformation.

Transformation from the mundane to a higher level. During this transformation, Ian felt an unprecedented wonderful feeling of pain and pleasure. His body seemed to be pierced by countless tiny needles at the same time, and every cell was cheering and seemed to be under tremendous pressure.

perhaps.

The normal lifespan of a legend will not reach a thousand years. However, a legend will have a lifespan and physique far exceeding that of an ordinary wizard. The arrival of this moment will make the legend's body no longer a shortcoming.

"No wonder many legendary wizards practice both physical and magical powers!" Ian couldn't help but sigh. He could sense that his body and magic power were leaping during the promotion process.

The mind becomes more acute, able to easily capture the slightest changes in the surrounding environment, and even the dust flowing in the air can be perceived without the need for eyes.

The surge of magic power in his body was no longer in the same state as before, but began to flow in an orderly way that he had never experienced before, as if every bit of magic power was given life.

They danced to a mysterious rhythm, as if they were performing a special ritual all the time, which caused a change similar to "willpower" to begin to grow in the magic power. This would increase the effect of the magic power to an unprecedented level, enough to allow more magic to produce effects beyond imagination.

"The difference between a legendary wizard and an ordinary wizard is indeed as great as the difference between heaven and earth."

Only at this moment did Ian truly understand the importance of a legendary wizard. The reason why legends are extraordinary is that they are no longer ordinary mortals.

The same magic, in the hands of a legend and in the hands of an ordinary person, makes a huge difference.

The existence of legends has surpassed the limitations of common sense. Their power is no longer subject to ordinary rules, but is approaching those gods who are high above in the clouds.

Although they did not possess divinity, their magic power was beginning to approach divine power. This made the legendary wizards not only enhance their power, but their magic was also an understanding and control of the rules.

"I see."

Ian finally understood why simply increasing his magic power would not allow him to become a legend.

The road to legend is not only the accumulation of magic power, but also the continuous exploration and understanding of the essence of the world. This requires integrating oneself into this world and leaving an indelible mark.

That's what we call a "story".

this stage.

One step further.

This is the long stairway to godhood that legendary wizards like Herbo dream of - of course, there may be more than one choice.

real world.

Ian slowly opened his eyes. The light on him was gradually fading, and his mood was calm at this moment. He knew that he had completed the transformation from ordinary to legendary.

starting today.

He has left his mark in history.

"Hey! Wake up!"

The reckless goddess rushed to Ian's side immediately, raised her hand and pinched Ian's face without any sense of boundaries, "The feeling has not changed, are you really a legendary wizard now?"

"This is the first time I've witnessed the birth of a legendary wizard." There was some emotion in her tone. As a young god, she still had the opportunity to enjoy many firsts.

"Then you are blessed. I will be the most incredible legend you have ever seen." Ian saw the Sun God not far away, who was looking at him with a complicated look.

"What do you mean?"

The goddess of recklessness was a little surprised.

"Mutation, I mutated." Ian did not tell the truth, but he could not be considered a lie. He walked to the only cliff with green vegetation near the volcano.

The power of the Sun God protected this place very well, and did not even let people feel the horrible high temperature. Otherwise, everyone would probably be turned into cooked jerky just by enduring the high temperature of the volcanic eruption.

"To be honest, I don't really understand this situation."

Ian stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind blew from all directions, bringing with it a pungent smell of sulfur and burning ashes, blowing on his face. His wizard robe fluttered in the wind.

The city at the foot of the mountain no longer exists. The once bustling streets and towering buildings are now all swallowed up by the hot magma. The flaming red river meanders and everything turns to ashes wherever it passes. Thick smoke billows up, covering half of the sky, and occasionally there are flames flickering in the smoke, like the eyes of hell peeking at the world.

"Do you need me to share the throne with you and take a step further?" The Goddess of Recklessness is also a warm-hearted person. This is of course related to her contractual relationship with Ian of sharing the same fate.

"I don't think so."

Ian decisively chose to refuse.

His response shocked the goddess.

I'm afraid any wizard facing this kind of opportunity would find it difficult to understand his decision. However, Ian made this choice, and there must be a reason for him to do so.

Facing the gaze of the reckless goddess who looked at him with suspicion that Ian had a "high fever" and had lost his mind, Ian smiled lightly and said, "Becoming a legend has suddenly given me a new perspective on the future."

"I think that thousands of years ago, no, thousands of years later, Merlin also had the same ambition as Hercule. Who doesn't want to become a god? The most brilliant wizard among all wizards is probably the same."

"But...is this really correct?" Ian's tone was a little doubtful, as if he was asking the goddess beside him for advice, but more like he was thinking to himself.

"Why not? It must be like this. As for Merlin, I know him. He wants to become a god so badly, but he is not as lucky as you. He can't meet a generous god like me who likes to share."

The Goddess of Recklessness looked down upon Ian with some disdain. In fact, what she feared most was that the little wizard would die of old age, and she would inevitably become a short-lived god along with the little wizard.

This is the main reason why she is willing to share her position as a god.

"In my time, Merlin was an unreachable mountain, an existence that all wizards could only look up to. But now, I am standing in the same position as him."

"If he really desires to become a god as you said, then I may have seen possibilities that he has not seen." Ian stared at the scene of destruction.

The raging fire was reflected in his pupils.

"Speak something that humans, no, speak something that God can understand."

The reckless goddess rolled her eyes.

"What I mean is that I will continue on the path of a wizard. I firmly believe that..." Ian slowly raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and faced his palm towards the burning ruins.

His movements seemed to be understated, but they carried a mysterious aura and pressure. "The scenery that no one has ever seen is right in front of me." Ian's tone and movements were neither hurried nor slow, and his shining wand seemed to contain the power to change the world.

I saw.

As the young wizard waved his finger gently, an invisible but powerful wave rippled out from his body. The wind suddenly stopped at this moment, and the ashes in the air seemed to be solidified by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air. An invisible force began to spread between heaven and earth.

That was the power of paradox, a mysterious force that transcended time and space and challenged the laws of nature. In the right hands, it began to exert a power that Helbo could never have imagined.

next moment.

The strong wind suddenly became stronger and stronger, making a shrill whistle.

"Boom!"

The huge noise resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the crimson volcanic ash above was torn apart, as if the universe was issuing its final warning, roaring and trying to interfere with Ian's arrogant act of defying nature.

"What are you doing."

The Goddess of Recklessness swallowed her saliva, her golden robe fluttering in the wind, her eyes were full of confusion. On the other side, the Sun God, who saw this, trembled slightly and looked shocked.

"you……"

He wanted to raise his hand to stop it.

But it was not in time.

"I am proving that wizards are capable of all possibilities."

Ian ignored the warnings from heaven and earth.

The power of paradox is completely released at this moment.

"Since it's my story, I like real fairy tales."

Ian whispered softly.

His eyes remained calm.

The catastrophic process of doomsday is still going on, but he has preset an outcome.

then.

Everything that happened in the process began to lose its meaning.

……

The bright sunshine shines on the wide streets, and the marble pavement reflects the dazzling light. On both sides of the street, there are shops and vendors shouting loudly.

The air is filled with the aroma of fresh bread, spices and wine. The residents of the ancient city wear colorful robes and go about their busy lives in the bazaar.

Laughter and conversation intertwined into a lively movement - this once glorious city was now full of vitality, as if time had gone back to that prosperous era. In the square where the crime happened yesterday, fountains splashed, children chased and played, and artists played harps.

The singing is melodious.

Amidst this thriving scene, Ian stood in the shadow of an alley, carrying the unconscious Malfoy on his shoulders and holding Riddle, who was tied tightly with magic ropes.

Since regaining consciousness, Riddle has been as obedient as Neville. Even when Ian tied himself up like a sausage, he chose to use his mouth to help Ian tie the knot.

Who could have imagined that this was the unruly Tom?
"You are a real lunatic."

An emotional voice came from behind. Ian turned around and saw the goddess of recklessness leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest, with a hint of fear and admiration in her eyes.

"This is not just a transgression, it's also a desecration of nature." She still remembered Ian's behavior yesterday very clearly. It was an attempt that no one dared to think about.

No one can afford the cost of failure.

Such behavior is almost doomed to failure.

But... a miracle happened again, a miracle greater than miracle.

"Maybe. At least this city is still alive. Of course, the ending of my story has to satisfy me." Ian was panting while speaking. This was certainly not the physical fitness that a legend should have, but it was the weakness that a wizard who was overdrawn should have. Even so, Riddle did not dare to move his eyes.

"Let's go back, let's go back quickly." He missed Hogwarts so much and longed to go to Azkaban, his home. He felt that only there could he get the peace he wanted.

"Don't worry, it's almost time. I can already feel the call of time." Ian looked behind the reckless goddess. Cassandra, who was wearing a simple white dress, was looking at him with fanatical admiration.

"My Lord, are you leaving?" The little girl looked up at Ian with reluctance. Her eyes were like clear lake water and her delicate face showed a faith more faithful than that of any fanatic.

"Of course, I don't belong here." Ian chuckled and gently ruffled Cassandra's hair. He still had some feelings for the first person he met in this era.

after all.

Who wouldn't like a child who treats him like a god?

"Will we meet again?"

Cassandra mustered up the courage to ask.

His eyes were full of reluctance.

"We will meet again, for sure." Ian's hand gently stroked Cassandra's brow, where the originally dull raven's paw print was rendered into a brilliant gold by his hand.

Every story has an ending.

The guidance from the future began to appear. Unlike the first time he felt this power, Ian could now clearly feel the power of time enveloping him.

The torrent of time was rushing towards him, a force that could neither be resisted nor escaped.

"See you in two thousand years." The goddess of recklessness has now regained the feeling of a queen. She can obviously feel this power. She leaned against the wall, smiled and waved to Ian.

"See you in two thousand years."

Ian's expression was a little complicated, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak. In the end, he chose not to tell the Goddess of Recklessness about her situation two thousand years later. She had turned into a skeleton who had lost her memory.

A bright light came on.

As the light faded, Ian disappeared from the spot carrying Malfoy and dragging Riddle. Cassandra looked melancholy as she stared blankly at the place where Ian disappeared.

The same goes for the Goddess of the Rough Man.

But the two people are definitely thinking different things.

"It's time to go back."

The sun god appeared again silently.

He gave His daughter a commanding command.

"Okay, Father."

The reckless goddess slowly withdrew her gaze.

"I haven't had the chance to ask him what kind of scenery he saw on his way forward after he became a legend." The Goddess of Reckless Husband sighed with some regret.

She still couldn't believe that history had actually been rewritten.

"Didn't he say that he is a wizard?" The Sun God did not seem to be confused about this. Instead, his eyes flickered, his expression was serious, and there was a complicated feeling in his voice.

"A wizard can't do all this, and neither can you or other gods." The Goddess of Recklessness always felt that Ian was not telling the truth. There was no way, her cognition made it difficult for her to accept such an answer.

"But he did it, didn't he?"

The sun god looked around and showed rare patience.

"Yes, so this is what I can't understand." The Goddess of Recklessness wanted to ask her father, the great Sun God, for advice. She felt that she would never forget yesterday in her life.

"You only see the appearance, not the essence. Of course it's hard to understand. Child, you need to learn to use your brain. Your brain shouldn't just be a decoration."

The sun god apparently also has a sharp tongue.

I quite hate that iron cannot become steel.

"What essence?"

The goddess of recklessness still looked confused. Perhaps her god-level super brain was telling her after calculation that the fastest way to get the answer was to ask her father.

"This is the essence of what he said." The entire prosperous city was reflected in the eyes of the Sun God, and He also passed this vision to his daughter.

"Child, the ancient god has awakened."

"He is practicing his own path with his actions, and using facts to prove the truth he firmly believes in - wizards are gods, and you, me, and all the gods in the sky are just... false gods."

The sun god sighed softly.

"In his eyes, this is what he sees as scenery."

He spoke in whispers.

It revealed the contempt that He had observed in the little wizard.

(End of this chapter)