Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 217 Chapter 216: Myth and the Mutated Ian

Ian and Merlin stood in front of the mysterious coffin. The lid of the coffin had been slowly pushed open, and an old yet somewhat strange smell wafted in the air.

The two focused their eyes on the coffin, where they saw a raven's body lying quietly. The raven looked extremely strange, as though it was dead, it was still lifelike, with shiny and smooth feathers, as if it was just sleeping and could fly away at any time, no different from when it was alive.

Even the raven's eyelids seemed to be just slightly closed, as if it would open its sharp eyes in the next second. The passage of time and years did not affect its body in the slightest.

“This bird is really beautiful.”

Colorful black really exists.

It was on the black raven in the coffin that Ian saw. The raven's body remained in its last posture before death, with its right claw still tightly holding half of the broken crystal.

There was no trace of magic on the crystal. Of course, what Ian cared about most was not this, but why there was a bird lying in his tomb?

Why a raven?
Moreover, the appearance of this raven made Ian feel strangely familiar. Ian tried hard to search in his memory, trying to find clues related to this raven.

And this time.

Merlin still showed no sign of stopping his cursing.

"This unlucky thing! I actually have to see it again! Damn it!" His face turned red and his eyes were wide open, looking as angry as if he was about to spit fire.

"What is your relationship with this raven?"

Just when Ian was immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't figure it out, Merlin suddenly turned his head. He looked at the little wizard Ian beside him with some anger - if Merlin remembered correctly, this should be the tomb of Medivh, that is, the tomb of the person in front of him.

Facing the aggressive Merlin, Ian shrank his neck. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt weak in his heart, as if he felt guilty for some reason.

"I don't know either. I just think this bird looks familiar." Ian said in a low voice, still thinking hard. He always felt that this raven looked familiar, especially its closed eyes, as if he had seen it somewhere before. But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he could not piece together a complete picture in his mind.

"look familiar?"

Merlin's annoyed expression froze for a moment.

He spoke in astonishment.

"Have you also been tricked by this bird?"

This was almost Merlin's subconscious reaction. The reason for this thought was very simple. After all, according to his understanding, any famous person in history had been deceived by this bird.

It's not just limited to wizards.

And as a great figure hidden in history, it is not impossible that Medivh had some intersection with this bird... Thinking of this, Merlin suddenly became thoughtful.

Ian was also slightly stunned after hearing this.

"Ever been cheated? Not really... I just feel that it is a bit like a phoenix I raise, and it looks similar overall." This was the only reason Ian could think of for the familiarity of it.

The Black Phoenix he owns is about eighty percent similar to this raven.

"Phoenix?" Merlin frowned in confusion.

"Why do I remember that the phoenix didn't look like this? Don't think I haven't seen a phoenix!" As he spoke, Merlin became excited again, and his expression and emotional control were not even as good as when he was afraid of death just now.

"The phoenix is ​​such a sacred being, surrounded by flames and shining brightly. How could it be so evil and despicable?"

It's hard to imagine what Merlin has experienced.

"But I have a black phoenix." Seeing that Merlin was getting more and more excited, Ian finished the killing blow with just one sentence, leaving Merlin's words stuck in his throat.

"Is there a black Phoenix?"

Merlin seemed to have touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge. Because of his special bloodline, he had traveled through many magical spaces, but he had never seen or even heard of the Black Phoenix in his life. Could it be that he was just talking nonsense? Merlin stared at the young wizard for a long time with his white eyes.

His eyes seemed to penetrate Ian's heart, exploring the truth of his words. After a long while, Merlin showed a surprised expression on his face.

"Strange, there really is a Black Phoenix?" He didn't have the ability to enter Ian's mind, but he still had the magic to judge whether Ian was telling the truth. Mei Linlin's tone was full of disbelief, as if in his cognition, the Black Phoenix that Ian mentioned was an extremely incredible thing.

"I love telling the truth the most." Ian blinked his eyes without feeling guilty at all. After all, he was not only telling the truth this time, but he was also telling the whole truth, which was a rare occasion.

"If I have the chance, I would like to meet your phoenix... I remember you told me that you came from a thousand years later?" Merlin seemed to suddenly become curious and interested.

"Yes."

Ian nodded.

“What kind of era was that?”

Merlin continued to question.

"It is the best of times, and the worst of times." Ian borrowed the famous saying without even thinking twice, "At least wizards no longer need to study magic in isolation, nor do they have to follow their teachers around. The survival rate is many times higher, and every wizard child can enter a school taught by several powerful wizards."

He briefly introduced the education system of later generations and talked about some data comparisons he had seen. The survival rate of young wizards in the magic school era was indeed much higher than that of this era.

"interesting."

Merlin rubbed his chin.

"Hogwarts?"

He suddenly spoke out of the blue.

Ian was stunned.

He remembered not mentioning Hogwarts' name.

"How did you know?"

Ian looked at Merlin in surprise.

Merlin just chuckled.

"It's really Hogwarts. It seems that I have a deep connection with this school." He did not directly respond to Ian's doubts, but confirmed his guess through Ian's reaction.

"Have you met the founder of our school?" Ian couldn't help but speculate. If they could find a way to travel through time, there was no reason why the founder of Hogwarts couldn't. And from Dumbledore's memory, Dumbledore only got the broken ancient time converter after he became the headmaster.

It's hard to say that the broken ancient time-turner wasn't something left behind by the founder.

"That's not the information I told you." Merlin still didn't answer directly, but the meaning of his response was obvious. It was possible that he had signed a contract not to disclose this specific matter.

"To be honest, Ms. Ravenclaw also mentioned in her notes that she had seen this kind of bird, but she was not as hostile to this kind of bird as you are."

As Ian spoke, he looked at the raven in the coffin again, and his doubts grew stronger. He was not sure whether this raven was the same one that Ravenclaw had seen.

after all.

It was really too shocking that a raven could live for a thousand years. Thinking of this, Ian unconsciously raised his head again and looked at the line of words that were gradually shining.

Death is a great gift

The words are swaying and shining.

It seemed to be expressing a desire for death. Ian was not sure whether this text was left by himself or was a reference to the magical raven that may have lived in the coffin for many years.

"Oh, am I hostile?"

When Merlin heard Ian's question, anger resurfaced on his face. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he said, "I was cheated by this bird! It was definitely the most horrible and painful experience in my life. It pretended to be harmless on the surface, but in fact, it wanted me..."

Merlin stopped talking halfway through his words.

It's like not wanting to recall old scars.

"What do you want?"

Ian's curiosity was aroused, so he immediately asked, however, Merlin still chose to keep silent, just sighed and showed a relieved expression on his face.

"I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels happy about this. Maybe this bird has done you a disservice, so you killed it and buried it in this empty grave."

"Believe me, if Medivh is really your future, then you must have been targeted by this bird in the past." Merlin had a very reasonable guess in his mind.

He felt that Ian must have done what he could not do - killing the Dark Crow. According to his understanding of Medivh, this little guy in front of him would have a bad temper in the future.

Holds grudges like the Yin Crow.

When two people who hold grudges meet each other, one of them will no longer be able to hold a grudge... Merlin felt that even though he didn't use the prophecy, he still glimpsed the truth.

The young wizard was noncommittal. "Maybe."

He always felt that Merlin's guess might be wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was wrong. At this moment, Merlin's gaze returned to the coffin.

"No matter what, this Yin Raven holds a big secret. Its status is equivalent to that of a god. Even the King of Gods is terrified when he mentions it. Its corpse is an absolutely rare and precious alchemical material in the world." Merlin's tone was filled with amazement, but he did not take action. Instead, he signaled Ian with his eyes to collect the raven's corpse.

"You said it's so precious, don't you want to keep some for yourself? No problem, we can split it in half. I want the crow's body, and you want the crow's neck, crow's butt and other parts."

Ian also looked at the raven's body. As an alchemy enthusiast, how could he not know how precious this body was? The fact that it could not be eroded by time was one of the ultimate pursuits of alchemy.

"Keep it for yourself." Merlin rolled his eyes, seemingly not caring about this rare alchemical material at all. He even felt it was unlucky.

"I said, I'm just here to find the direction of the future. And now, I have found the answer." Although he didn't find the treasure, Merlin was very satisfied with this adventure.

"Answer?"

Ian had just heard Merlin mention this matter and thought it was just a lie made up by Merlin because of his desire to survive. He never thought that Merlin actually found the so-called road ahead that he was looking for?
"What is it?"

The little wizard suddenly became curious.

He is also a legend.

Also eager to continue to improve.

Merlin did not answer directly, but asked back: "Have you ever thought about why you keep going back to the past and intervening in the history related to God?"

He was obviously convinced that Medivh was just Ian's future.

"Uh... because you need to go back? It can't be because of love." Ian could only think and guess, but he couldn't really think of a reason.

And Merlin looked as if he had glimpsed the future.

"That's because you see the road ahead. As a twelve-year-old legend, you certainly have enough time and ability to explore higher levels. To become a legend, you need to leave behind your own story and become a part of history. So, what's above legend?"

He spoke in a calm tone, with a mysterious smile like Detective Conan.

Ian thought thoughtfully.

But Merlin didn't give him too much time to think.

"In my opinion, you have upgraded the way of achieving legend. You choose to intervene in the story of a higher level and make yourself a part of the myth. This may be the path to becoming a god that you have found." Merlin gave a direct answer, at least an answer that he thought was very likely.

"Let yourself become part of the myth?"

Ian raised an eyebrow.

That certainly sounds like it.

"Yes, if you integrate into the myth and become a myth, you may naturally be able to open the way to becoming a god. However, there is one thing that still confuses me. I did not find Medivh collecting faith, and this is obviously inconsistent with what I know about the necessary conditions for becoming a god. Without the support of faith, the divine fire cannot be ignited."

After Merlin finished speaking, he fell into confusion again. He frowned, looking puzzled, and tried his best to recall whether he had missed any key issues.

"Forehead……"

Ian's eyes flickered slightly after hearing this.

"Perhaps, the future of legend... is not becoming a god?"

Ian whispered.

There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"How to say?"

Merlin looked at the little wizard again in surprise.

"I don't know how to describe it, but I feel that the future ahead of me is still wizards... Wizards are the direction that truly has infinite possibilities."

"My teacher once told me that wizards are gods. But now I think that the end of wizards is definitely not limited to gods. Infinite possibilities also mean..."

Ian paused for a moment.

"My will is God's will."

He was still putting it a little more tactfully.

after all.

Wizards believe in making their wishes come true, and this ability throughout the ages, even in countless legends and myths, has only belonged to the one being who stands at the true pinnacle - the Creator.

No one knows whether there is existence or not.

"Sigh~"

When Merlin heard Ian's point of view, he was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he took a breath of cold air. He always felt that he was a very arrogant wizard.

however.

At this moment.

He only felt the kind of astonishment that there is no craziest, only crazier.

"You should be a little more courageous if you want to act on behalf of the gods..." Merlin dared not think of such a thing. He also felt that no wizard should be so arrogant and audacious. If he hadn't known that the little wizard in front of him would eventually become a myth and a legend, he really wanted to criticize the other party's unrealistic views.

It's not that Merlin looks down on Ian.

Instead, the more he learned and understood, the more he came to understand the profound principles of this world. To become a god against the will of heaven is already a human delusion, let alone to be above all gods?

"You are so courageous. Why do you want to be a wizard?" Ian rolled his eyes and reached out to collect the spoils. His hand gently stroked the raven's corpse.

Residual heat.

As if it were still there.

And just when Ian was about to pick up the raven's body.

Changes occur suddenly.

A strange wave of magic surged out from the raven's body and quickly connected with Ian's magic. Ian felt as if his magic was being pulled by some force.

Its magic was flowing uncontrollably toward the raven's body.

"What's going on!?" Ian tried to cut off the connection with the magic, but found that he had no control at all. It seemed that a strange circuit was formed between him and the raven's body.

His magic.

Automatically parsing raven!
"what happened to you?"

Merlin was startled by Ian's reaction, but he seemed to sense nothing. He just looked at Ian with uncertainty and raised his hand, not knowing how to help Ian.

"I……"

Ian felt his whole body was restless.

The cells are abnormally active.

This was an experience he had seen in Professor McGonagall's notes.

"I'm going to transform!"

The little wizard realized something.

I couldn't help but scream out loud.

"??????"

Merlin was confused.

Under his confused gaze.

I saw.

Feathers began to grow on the little wizard's body.

(End of this chapter)