Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 283: Ancient Magic and Giants
The smell of dirt mixed with the smell of burning metal hit Ian in the face. He stood on a city street suspended in the sky, surrounded by collapsed stone pillars and buildings that he had crashed into.

Say something.

Although this city is not friendly to Ian, he will not deny that this city looks really magical, and many plants and fruit trees are growing luxuriantly in this city.

The greening level far exceeded that of most cities Ian knew. In particular, the layout style was very artistic, and it really had the beauty of the residence of the gods in mythology.

of course.

Now, since many places have been destroyed by Ian, it looks like it has a bit of incomplete beauty. However, since everyone has left, the city looks a bit depressed.

Especially because of the vision caused by Ian's transformation into a raven just now.

It makes the atmosphere even more depressing.

The sky was still filled with a strange black fog, as if it was tainted by some ancient power. In the distance, the screams of wizards and the howling of the wind could be vaguely heard.

"Hehehe~"

The baby smiled in the trembling woman's arms, as if he did not feel the fear his mother felt. There were bits of sunlight gathering on the hand she stretched out to Ian.

No matter the breath.

It’s still a form of energy.

They all felt so familiar to the little wizard.

That's why Ian was stunned, because he recognized the baby.

"She is the daughter of the sun god?" Ian's Adam's apple rolled, and he felt the invisible hand of fate, as if guiding him to meet the person he had to meet.

"The reckless goddess...when she was little?"

Ian looked at the child carefully with doubt. The faint crescent-shaped mark of power on the child's forehead made Ian certain that it was the mark symbolized by the Goddess of the Reckless Man.

He had seen this mark on the body of a priest of the Goddess of Recklessness not long ago. Obviously, for the gods, the innate mark of power is likely to be their unique symbol.

"So, what kind of arrangement is this?"

Ian muttered.

The baby's tender face was reflected in his pupils.

The baby girl's eyes revealed a familiar look, as if one day in the future, she would grow up to be that god who was suspected to have no brains and only knew how to fight against heaven and earth.

to be frank.

This feeling of not being able to tell the situation apart was probably a "defect" she had since childhood. Although her mother was terrified, the young goddess of recklessness still kept smiling at Ian.

"When you become a skeleton, you won't be able to laugh anymore... Love can breed flesh and blood. Should I take her mother back? Then she can receive full maternal love?"

Of course, this was just Ian's whim.

I don’t think it’s really possible to do this.

He approached slowly.

The woman immediately stepped back.

A low whimper came from her throat, like some kind of warning, and her fingers clasped the baby tightly, as if she would fight to the death if Ian came any closer.

"I won't hurt you." Ian said, trying to comfort her. However, the woman obviously didn't understand his language. Her eyes became more terrified, her lips trembled, and she uttered a few obscure syllables. She hugged the baby tighter, and her withered fingers sank deeply into the child's tender swaddling clothes.

obviously.

The difference in language.

This made it impossible for Ian to communicate with the woman, and the woman thought that Ian was going to take her child away, so no matter how scared she was, she still gritted her teeth and confronted Ian.

Putting aside some species without maternal love and humanity, let's just talk about men and women with love. Father's love is great, and mother's love is the most selfless and bravest power in the world. Countless true stories prove that when mothers face danger, even if they are full of fear, they will burst out with amazing courage to protect their children.

Life is like this most of the time.

The same is true for animals. Mothers are not born brave. They are also afraid of the dark, pain, and unknown dangers. But when a mother sees her child facing a threat, fear is no longer an obstacle, but another form of alertness. Her heartbeat speeds up, not retreating, but preparing to fight.

Her hands were shaking, not because of weakness, but because she was gathering strength.

At this moment.

This was the case with the woman in black robe. A pattern symbolizing power lit up on her forehead, as if she was ready to fight Ian to the death at any time and anywhere, even if it was futile.

"Forehead……"

to be frank.

See this scene.

Ian was also a little scared.

of course.

This was not because the other party possessed the same magical power as him, but even though he could indeed transform into a raven and become immune to magic, he was still somewhat in awe of the main theme of this world.

The story of Harry Potter is the story of maternal love. The mother interprets with her actions that love is not only gentle care, but also the courage to stand up when danger comes. No power can compare with maternal love. Once it breaks out, it will produce the miracle of love. This is the most magical power in the world of Harry Potter.

Voldemort fell under such power.

And at this moment.

How could it not be a "misunderstanding" re-enactment of that scene? Although Ian knew that he was not an evil person, he did not want to be subjected to the "curse of love" because of this.

Tom is gone.

Do you want me to become Voldemort?

Do not make jokes!
Ian sighed with sympathy, "She and I are friends - that will be in the future." His voice was extremely slow, with unprecedented tenderness and caution.

Maybe still a little bit nervous?

Anyway, Ian felt that he was friendly enough and tried his best to make the other party feel his kindness, but the only response he got was the chattering sound of the woman's teeth.

"Crack~"

This made Ian couldn't help but slap his forehead. He didn't know who said that even if they didn't speak the same language, the tone alone could convey emotions. Does it look like the emotions were being conveyed now?

"I'm really not a monster. I'm the victim, the one being attacked by you guys." To be honest, Ian felt a little aggrieved from the bottom of his heart.

It's very unfair.

But this sentence is still meaningless. Ian tried to connect with the spirit, but found that his spirit could not connect successfully because he didn't know whether it was because his spirit was out of sync with the ancient wizards of this era.

"Blah blah, blah blah."

The woman looked up at Ian and protected her child even more vigorously, as if using her body as a shield. The figure of the strange intruder was reflected in her cloudy eyes.

A series of rapid syllables came out of his mouth, with the ending syllables trembling with tears.

"I don't understand! Can you let me cast some magic on you so we can exchange languages? Or can I establish a spiritual connection with you so we can truly communicate."

Ian raised his wand, but because of this action, the witch's eyes were filled with fear and vigilance. She protected her children even more vigorously, as if she wanted to use her body as a shield to block any possible threats. Her lips trembled slightly, and she made a series of rapid and unclear sounds, obviously begging Ian to let them go.

"Language! I just want language!"

Ian touched his mouth and gestured, but unfortunately, he didn't know whether his expression was too abstract or the woman in front of him had limited understanding. The woman stared at him, and suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she slowly lowered her head, holding the baby against her chest, and then raised her face to reveal her neck.

"You mean... you want to exchange your life for your daughter's?"

Ian's heart was shocked.

"I'm really not a monster or a murderer. You have to go to Dumbledore. He looked like an ogre when he was young..." He shook his head helplessly and sighed as if he was regulating his emotions.

Ian knew he had to clear up the misunderstanding as soon as possible. He slowly extended his wand.

The witch obviously didn't understand Ian's previous complaints. Her eyes were still full of determination, as if she had made up her mind to use her own life in exchange for her daughter's safety.

and so.

He also knelt directly in front of Ian.

"..."

Ian was speechless. He was moved by the power of maternal love, and realized that gestures and tone of voice alone could not resolve the misunderstanding.

He could only act decisively.

"Legilimency!"

The tip of Ian's wand glowed with a silver-white halo. To cast spells on wizards of the same level, he still needed the assistance of the wand. The magic power seeped into the woman's temple like a trickle.

however.

When his magic touched the woman's brain, a strong sense of rejection came. At this moment, Ian fully realized the reason why the mental connection failed before. Ian frowned - the brain structure of these ancient humans is completely different from that of modern humans, and there is even some kind of innate mental barrier.

Can't be easily spied on.

Even though the magic of Legilimency was working, it encountered an invisible barrier when it touched the surface of consciousness. The brains of these ancient wizards seemed to be protected by some force.

Magic law?
Ian could only feel some indecipherable runes. Those mental barriers flashing with rune light were like a steel cage, tightly sealing the woman's memory.

"Sure enough, to become a wizard of the gods, one has to be different from us." Ian discovered that these ancient humans, that is, the people who have been confirmed to be the future gods, are indeed different from others.

Even their internal body structure, the operation of magic and the way they exist are different from what Ian knows. Even their brains have innate barriers.

Cannot be subjected to Legilimency.

"Fortunately, I have more than one method." Ian took a deep breath, and the magic power flowed. The light at the tip of the wand turned from blue to black, turning into a deep shadow.

"Soul-stealing!"

This time.

His magic worked directly on the soul. The woman's pupils suddenly contracted and her body trembled violently, but she did not resist. Ian's consciousness sank into the depths of her memory.

Countless images came flooding in. The witch's memories began to flash before Ian's eyes - in an ancient forest, a group of wizards sat around a campfire, sharing their hunting experiences.

On the vast grassland, they fought with wild beasts and felt the pulse of the earth. There were also those scenes that resonated with nature, as if the whole world was under their control.

It seems.

This ethnic group.

Everyone is a wizard.

There were no duds.

There are no mortals either.

Although these scenes were shocking, Ian did not linger on them for too long. He simply extracted the part he needed most - the language of these ancient wizards.

As for their magic, Ian did not pry into it, because he knew very well that everyone had their own secrets, and he was not someone who liked to offend other people's secrets casually.

"I'm really not the new Dark Lord." Ian was too afraid that he would be chosen by the will of the universe to become Voldemort's substitute, so that Voldemort's fate would be determined by him.

therefore.

It was very necessary to withdraw in time. However, in the process, he also discovered the secret of the magic of these wizards. The magic of these people was not acquired through learning.

Ancient wizards hunted in the wilderness.

Some people have fire in their palms, some people have wind under their feet, and some people can talk to wild beasts. Wizards stand naked in thunderstorms and resonate with the world. Children are born with magic marks, as if these wizards are born with their own magic and can only use the magic that belongs to them.

"Innate magical power?"

Ian searched for the right adjective.

how to say.

This kind of magic has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that everyone can use magic. The disadvantage is that because of this reason, their magic will have different limitations.

There are no more infinite possibilities.

It is this innate ability that gave these ancient humans their unique power, but also limited their further development. They could not break through their own limits through continuous learning and exploration like later humans, and could only rely on the limited possibilities brought by their talents to develop.

And once this aspect develops to the extreme - that is the birth of gods.

"So, this is why they opened up the path to the gods, and why their path has an end?" Ian seemed to understand why this group of wizards finally walked on the path to the gods. While Ian was thinking, he quickly exited the woman's memory and did not pry into her privacy too much.

to be frank.

Apart from this bit of information about magic, Ian only extracted language information. When he opened his eyes again, the woman's face was pale but the fear in her eyes had slightly subsided.

Seemed to realize that Ian meant no harm.

Ian tried to speak in the ancient language he had just learned.

But that's it.

boom! ! !
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently. The entire city in the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and the buildings shook and dust flew.

Ian looked up and saw several huge figures appearing in the center of the city in the distance. One flesh and blood giant after another crawled out from the ground!

Their bodies were as huge as mountains, their skin was a sickly grayish-white, their muscles were knotty but covered with cracks, and every inch of their skin was engraved with ancient runes.

These runes flashed with strong light, as if foreshadowing the great power contained within them.

"Ding ding ding~ Ding ding ding~"

The giants slowly crawled out from deep underground, and each step was accompanied by heavy footsteps and deafening roars, as well as the unique sound of metal colliding.

He was not wearing armor.

Instead, the giants were still wrapped in broken black chains, and now they looked like they had just been untied.

The giant roared to the sky, and the sound waves caused the surrounding buildings to collapse. The woman hugged the baby tightly in fear and collapsed on the ground, her eyes full of despair.

"How could they release the Titans?!"

at this time.

Women's words.

Ian could already understand.

(End of this chapter)