Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 275: Infinite Reincarnation

Deep in the forbidden forest.

The moonlight was cut into pieces by the twisted shadows of the trees. The thick, inky night was wrapped in the smell of rotten leaves. Ian didn't have to worry about his bald head's flowing hair standing up in the cold wind. His eyes reflected the chaotic mist surging inside the bronze door. The door was half open, like a greedy giant mouth, ready to devour any living creature that approached.

Suddenly, the mist in the bronze door surged and stirred violently, and accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, the familiar ancient dragon flapped its wings and flew out again!

Its body covered the sky and the sun, making Ian feel strangely familiar. The moment the dragon broke out, the entire sky was covered by its dark wings.

"Roar!!!"

Its amber vertical pupils burned with hatred hotter than magma, and the flames flowing between its scales dyed the night sky scarlet. This might be the reason why the dragon roars heard in other areas of the Forbidden Forest were more terrifying each time - this giant dragon that kept "repeating" appeared more and more angry each time.

"What the hell is this situation!"

Ian was genuinely horrified.

He just felt that things were so weird that he found it hard to understand.

The slain dragon disappeared.

A new dragon came out of the bronze door? And it looked exactly the same. He couldn't help but suspect that the dragon he killed twice in a row and the one that came out again might be the same one?
Just as Ian was thinking.

The dragon didn't waste any words. A blazing white light shone from the depths of its throat, and it immediately blew out a breath of dragon's breath that was strong enough to melt steel! The flames swept in like a torrent, twisting the air and scorching the ground wherever they passed.

"Again?"

Ian sighed helplessly.

Raised the wand in his hand.

"Don't you remember?"

He didn't care how many times the dragon could refresh. The legendary wizard's magic power recovery speed was much faster than that of an ordinary wizard. As long as the high-intensity release of dozens of magic spells per second did not continue for a long time, under normal circumstances, the legendary wizard's magic power would not be really affected and the activity would always be kept in the best condition.

This is the most terrifying thing about legendary wizards. As long as they are not facing high-intensity battles with wizards of the same level, their magic power can be regarded as as powerful as infinite magic power.

A wizard who has reached this level is no longer a mortal. This is not just a casual metaphor, but in the eyes of most wizards, legendary wizards are indeed no longer mortals.

The gap between them and ordinary wizards is like the gap between heaven and earth. In any literary work that mentions legendary wizards, legendary wizards are the most powerful and irresistible force.

of course.

When facing the gods, most legendary wizards are obviously not good enough, but in the era that Ian lives in now, most wizards are no longer aware of the existence of legendary wizards, let alone the Age of Gods. In fact, in this era, many pure-blood families no longer believe that the gods even exist.

"Huhuhu~"

When the flames came like a tsunami, Ian did not dodge or avoid them. He still controlled the opponent's flames, and the violent dragon breath suddenly stopped approaching Ian in mid-air.

The familiar flames rolled back. Seeing this, the dragon swung its tail angrily, and three thousand-year-old oak trees fell to the ground with a bang. The sparks splashed by the tree trunks hitting the ground illuminated the cold light in Ian's eyes.

"Let's die completely."

Ian also added some transformation techniques and - fierce fire to this attack.

It instantly turned into a blue flame and transformed into a roaring fire dragon, which pounced on the dragon with horrified pupils - because he already knew that he could not obtain the dragon's corpse materials, and the dragon would disappear as long as he killed it, so of course Ian no longer had to worry about whether or not to leave the other party with an intact corpse.

In Ian's eyes, there was really no need to hold back.

He couldn't collect even a bit of dragon blood. The dragon blood on the ground just now had now been "refreshed" back to its original state, leaving only the influence of Ian's magic.

"Roar!"

Lihuo transformed into a giant dragon and also made a terrifying roar. Its size was even larger than the ancient dragon's body which was as big as a hill, which made the ancient dragon unable to help but try to retreat.

however.

Its ancient dragon body was so huge that it had no possibility of flapping its wings to fly away or dodge, and its retreating steps could not avoid Li Huo's attack range.

"Roar--!"

The dragon roared in pain, scorching flames burned its scales, and the air was filled with a burning smell - the extremely high magic resistance could not stop the damage of the fierce fire.

It just slowed down the speed at which the fierce fire devoured it.

Actually.

This was actually more of a torture, and it was more painful than those lives that were directly devoured by the fierce fire. The dragon rolled around frantically on the spot but was unable to put out the flames on its body.

"Give you another old experience."

Ian really wanted the other party's dragon skin, but he also knew that he couldn't get such a reward. He sighed, waved his wand, and the fire crystal suddenly exploded, and countless burning fragments swarmed towards the dragon like a swarm of bees.

It is still the integration of the Shadowless Storm.

When the sharp blade cut the dragon's scales, dark golden blood fell like a rainstorm, corroding the ground into deep pits. The dragon, who was experiencing double pain, struggled less and less frequently.

Finally, its huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, shaking the earth. Ian's heart was calm, and he did not take any action this time, but just stared at the dragon's corpse.

as predicted.

The dragon's body gradually became transparent under the moonlight, like sand blown away by the wind, turning into thousands of light points and dissipating in the surrounding air.

"Hey."

Ian looked up at the valley ahead, and the strange bronze door began to shake violently again. He knew that the only way to end this endless battle was to destroy the strange door in front of him.

"Guess I have to destroy this thing? Shadowless Storm, break!" Ian's wand drew a complex trajectory in the air, the air twisted instantly, and countless invisible blades formed a vortex, cutting the bronze door frantically - however, amid the screams of metal and magic colliding, not even a scratch was left on the surface of the door.

The dark brown rust still clung to it.

The bronze gate stood still.

As if silently mocking Ian's futility.

"I don't believe I can't cure you!" Ian's wand burst into a dazzling green light, and the power of the Avada Plague surged out like a tide, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench. The power he called evil energy slammed into the bronze door, but it failed to leave any mark on it.

The bronze door is obviously not a special kind of life.

"What a fucked up place." Ian frowned and released a fierce fire. The flames rushed towards the bronze door like a living thing. Wherever they went, the ground was burned into charred grooves.

Everything is destroyed.

However, the moment the fierce fire touched the bronze door, it seemed to be swallowed up and dissipated on the surface of the door, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke rising. The fierce fire, which was said to be indestructible, not only failed to shake the bronze door, but even the magic power that maintained the magic was directly disintegrated.

Ian could feel this clearly.

"How is this possible?"

Ian's eyes flickered and he stared at the bronze door in amazement.

As a master of alchemy, Ian was familiar with almost all magical materials in the world, but he had never seen anything so hard. He wanted to pack up the bronze door and take it back for research.

This might be better than dragon skin?
only.

How can I stop it? Ian looked at the bronze door that was running without any impact and felt a headache. He rarely felt that his knowledge was not enough.

And at this time.

The bronze door made a low humming sound.

The chaotic airflow began to stir and flow again.

Here it comes.

It's here again.

It’s still the giant dragon that covers the sky and the sun.

only.

This time, the giant dragon no longer breathed fire. Instead, it was surrounded by extremely shining golden lightning. It swooped down with the force of thunder, and the sonic boom it caused hurt Ian's eardrums.

The target was Ian.

obviously.

This time, the dragon seemed to have learned its lesson. Instead of spitting out dragon breath, it launched a brutal charge! Seeing this scene, Ian's eyes couldn't help but flicker violently.

perhaps.

Things were not just as he thought. The dragon would constantly reincarnate and reset. If it was a reset, the memory should also be cleared. But this dragon acted as if it remembered every memory. It was more like it was constantly resurrecting?
The kind that Tom looked at with ecstasy?
Before Ian could figure out what was going on, the ancient dragon's attack had already arrived in front of him - its mountain-like body tore through the air, bringing a violent airflow straight towards Ian!

Ian took his time, spinning his wand in his palm.

"Come and experience the constraints of gravity."

He controls the gravity of the ground.

then.

The dragon's momentum suddenly stagnated, and it was horrified to find that its body suddenly became as light as a feather, floating uncontrollably into the sky, and it could no longer dive towards Ian.

"Roar!"

It seems that all I can do is feel helpless and furious.

"Come down."

Ian tapped his wand.

The gravity exerted on the ancient dragon was terribly increased. The dragon smashed into the ground like a cannonball, and with a loud bang, a huge pit was smashed into the ground.

This certainly wouldn't cause any harm to the dragon, but due to the continued existence of super-strong gravity, it couldn't support its huge body again while lying in the giant pit, let alone fly into the sky.

"Let me give it a try."

Ian walked to the front of the huge pit and pointed his wand at the ancient dragon inside.

"Fel energy explodes!"

Endless green spread, covered, and swallowed up the ancient dragon. This was magic targeting life and soul, and was the strongest advanced power of the Avada Kedavra curse.

"Soul annihilation!"

Even if the ancestor of black magic comes, he will be praised as dark enough.

Under Ian's magic.

The body of the giant dragon, corroded by the green evil energy, collapsed again and again.

"If the soul is gone, can it come out again?" Ian looked at the bronze door with a curious look. After a moment, the fog inside the bronze door continued to surge and swirl violently.

soon.

The dragon flew out of the bronze door again. It was still itself, and its annihilated soul was still intact. The degree of weirdness once again refreshed Ian's cognition, far exceeding the scope of what Ian was familiar with.

"Roar!"

The dragon still roared.

but.

Different from before.

The moment it rushed out of the bronze door, it suddenly stopped.

The vertical pupils were no longer filled with pure anger, but were instead mixed with fear and despair. This time, it did not attack Ian, but instead flew out and flapped its wings desperately in the opposite direction.

Is this an escape?

He must have escaped.

The sound of the ancient dragon's wings flapping the air was noticeably trembling.

It was obvious that he was really scared by Ian's beating.

I can tell.

Even the most arrogant creatures would feel helpless and fearful in front of absolute power. Ian retracted his gaze and looked at the bronze gate in the valley.

at this time.

Because of the dragon flying out.

The bronze door returned to peace again.

"What on earth is this?" Ian frowned and whispered to himself, turning the wand gently between his fingertips. "A rift in time and space? An illusion barrier? Or a resurrection gate?"

This is what knowledge is not enough.

You can only rely on your imagination.

"It can't be Steins; Gate, right?" Ian kept guessing in his mind. He didn't really understand why the dragon had to endure the cycle of death. If it was a rift in time and space, why did it release the same dragon over and over again? If it was an illusion, why did it feel so real?
He hesitated for a moment.

Ian still decided to approach this strange bronze gate.

only.

Before he could fly over.

"Roar!!!!"

This was the noise made by the ancient dragon. Before Ian could start studying the strange bronze door, a heart-wrenching dragon roar suddenly came from the sky in the distance.

"Ok?"

Ian turned around suddenly.

Pupils shrink suddenly.

Of course, he saw a strange scene that made his scalp tingle, unbelievable, and inexplicable. He saw that the fleeing ancient dragon was now hovering in the air and struggling frantically.

It did fly.

but.

at this time.

It was like flying to the edge of a barrier that was impossible to judge or see.

An invisible force bound it. Not only that, its scales were losing their luster at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming gray and cracked, and its plump flesh was peeling off like dried sand.

The white bones are exposed.

next moment.

The jagged skeleton was then covered with spider-web-like cracks, and finally shattered into dust in the night wind. The whole process took only a few breaths, but it seemed like a thrilling acceleration of time.

This creature has a long life.

It was as if an invisible hand had pressed the fast-forward button on my life.

A thousand years of decline passed in an instant.

Nothing fell.

Ian watched the whole scene with his scalp tingling, and then looked at the bronze door again. As expected, the shadow of the unlucky ancient dragon emerged from the chaotic mist.

It's about to fly out again.

But no one knows what the meaning of its flying out is.

How to work hard.

how to choose.

There is no escape from death.

Infinite loop.

Infinite reincarnation.

"It must have something to do with fate..."

Ian flew to the front of the bronze gate, but did not find any familiar elements - on the contrary, he saw the runic symbol representing the god of death on the bronze gate.

(End of this chapter)