Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 286: History and the Forbidden Forest
The blazing flames were like a sea, engulfing the entire sky. The sky was broken, and thunder and fire intertwined into a symphony of destruction. The ancient Titan and the surrounding buildings turned into ashes under the high temperature.

Perhaps, the black-robed wizards only imprisoned the Titans and did not really affect their future. As they said, they are the eternal life in this world.

All civilizations will disappear and new ones will emerge, but in the previous situation, the Titans will not. The immortality they stole can ensure that they will survive and perish with this world.

however.

Ian brought a power that did not belong to this world or this era, the power of the paradoxical theocracy, even if it only briefly cut off their eternal connection with this world. But in this short period of time, they not only suffered the backlash of the world, but also found it difficult to resist Ian's burning fire.

The black-robed wizards were able to defeat the Titans by relying on magic, and when they lost their immortal bodies, the special attack effect of magic on these Titans was naturally raised to the maximum.

The Titan King might have been invincible once, and even in the face of imprisonment he had the heart of a king who would make a comeback, but facing the "punishment" imposed by Ian, he could only roar in unwillingness before his death.

What else can be done?

No matter how huge and tall the Titan's body was, it still couldn't reach Ian standing in the sky. Ian, who turned into a raven, watched the God King roaring and turning into ashes. He was already unable to take care of himself, so how could he save other people? Before he died, all he saw in his eyes was the blood and fire of his brothers and sisters.

The once glorious Titan dynasty came to an end in this apocalyptic scene.

all.

All need to die in the end.

The Fiery Fire still rages.

The last traces of the Titans were completely wiped out from this world. The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sun pierced through the clouds like a sharp sword, but it could no longer gild this sky city with a sacred glow.

Ian looked up.

The sun shone through the cracked clouds, as if it was a little comfort from the heavens after the war. The air was filled with the smell of burning, and the metal wreckage made a harsh whine in the wind.

"This dark cloud has come at a very good time."

Ian felt that there must be something fishy going on, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. A few rays of pale sunlight leaked through the broken clouds, but they couldn't illuminate the shattered wreckage of the sky city. A deafening cracking sound came from the center of the city, and a towering white tower slowly tilted and then collapsed with a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting.

This is the disappearance of an ancient miracle. On the distant horizon, the first rays of morning light penetrated the clouds. But in this city, there will never be another dawn. The brilliant crystal palace in the steel city that once floated in the clouds is now like glass crushed by a giant hand, with tens of thousands of fragments wrapped in burning ashes.

It drew a dark red track in the void.

“It’s such a sad ending.”

The black robe in the form of a raven turned into flowing light and recondensed into a human body. Ian was still suspended in the sky, watching this ancient miracle that was collapsing - huge floating metal kept peeling off from the bottom of the city, falling to the distant ground under the pull of gravity, dragging out a long smoke tail.

It is not truly absolute magic immunity.

The previous magic immunity.

All of this came from drawing eternal power from the Titans. Now that the Titans were gone, the energy source was gone, and the metal that made up the city in the sky collapsed like dominoes under the damage.

"I didn't expect that I would be the terminator of the Titans." Ian whispered to himself, his voice dissipated in the whistling wind. He recalled the ending of the Titans being imprisoned in Tartarus by Zeus in Greek mythology - how the gods betrayed the Titans, how the Titans were sealed by Zeus, and how they finally fell.

This is the myth of the gods that most people know, but the ending of the Titans in the myth memory surges in the mind, and now it seems to have a sense of absurdity beyond the myth.

after all.

Now, these legends are no longer distant stories, but real experiences that happened to him. However, they are different from myths. The roars of those giants who were stripped of their immortality by the power of paradox before their death seem to still linger in his ears, making Ian, who feels a mixture of emotions, feel a hint of helplessness.

"So this is the real history? Or is it something else?" In the mythology, the Titans' ending shouldn't be like this. So Ian didn't know whether this was the real history, whether he had completed the history, or whether he had just entered a special world that would not affect the normal course of history.

to be frank.

Ian's knowledge of magic is not small either.

But what happened today was definitely beyond the scope of what could be explained by the magical knowledge he was familiar with.

"What a pity for such a city." Ian had already put away his magic, and the dark blue flames receded like a tide, revealing the ruins of the city after the fierce fire. However, the city that lost the Titan, the power source, was like a giant that had been drained of blood, and could no longer maintain the miracle of suspension.

The sky city, which had lost the power of the Titans, was already on the verge of collapse.

Even if Ian cancels the Fiendfyre, he can't save it.

The entire island was tilting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the buildings on the edge fell into the sea of ​​clouds one after another. No matter how magnificent a creation is, it is nothing more than a castle in the air without its foundation.

The foundation of this city is actually a group of ancient Titans.

"Don't blame me, they were the first to start." Ian shrugged, his eyes following the disintegrating city. The collapse of the Sky City did not stop with the end of the battle.

On the contrary, there is a feeling of acceleration.

Without the Titan as the core power source, the ancient forces that kept the city aloft began to fail, and the entire city slowly fell under the action of gravity like a giant ship without a mast. The buildings that survived the fierce fire collapsed one by one like toppled building blocks.

At first, only the various building components in the outer ring were detached first, spinning and falling under the sea of ​​clouds, accompanied by an earth-shaking roar.

The main structure of the city finally gave out. The huge floating metal foundation was split in half, slowly separating as if in slow motion. Ian could see that the magic patterns built into the fractured surface were also extinguishing one by one. The entire city began to fall faster and faster, and the strong winds it brought tore the clouds into pieces.

"Don't hit me."

Ian flew higher.

He watched as the shattered buildings disappeared from view and fell into the dense forest below.

There was a deafening crash from the ground, dust flying, and the sound of trees being crushed. The huge dust cloud may have caused many creatures to suffer in this catastrophe.

"Damn it, could this be the so-called meteorite hitting the earth?"

Ian swallowed.

He was no longer willing to believe in the accuracy of history and scientific speculation.

"Good news. There's no one left in the Sky City. I don't have to bear the consequences." Ian brushed off the ashes on his shoulders and watched the last area of ​​the city fall to the ground.

"Bad news. I have to dig deep to find them." He closed his eyes, and his magic power turned into an invisible thread. Following the contract between himself and the Goddess of Recklessness, he locked the location of the young body of the Goddess of Recklessness - that familiar yet unfamiliar fluctuation was the best guide for Ian to find a way home.

Can't hide.

The Goddess of the Reckless Man was like those traitors who flew out and were marked by the Bee Hunters. Wherever she was, she could guide Ian to find her people.

It's not that Ian is mean.

There was nothing he could do.

"Contract Appears!" Ian's wand tip glowed silver, forming a thread in the air that only he could see. He needed to find the baby with the pocket watch - not only to find out the truth, but also to find a way home. The silver thread danced in the wind, and suddenly all pointed to the southeast.

Ian swooped down at high speed.

Although there was nothing ahead, Ian knew that the familiar yet unfamiliar fluctuations of the reckless goddess were hidden in some distorted gap in time and space.

"The ravens are coming towards us!"

"Damn it! How did this guy know we were hiding!"

"The bird's nose is the spirit!"

"How to do how to do!"

Those ancient wizards who had been hiding suddenly became confused.

…Ian is looking for his way home.

And the other side.

Meanwhile, deep in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, damp mist entangled the ancient trees, and a gloomy silence enveloped the open space outside the bronze door.

Dumbledore was standing in front of the bronze door, his blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses flashing with thought. Originally, he wanted to risk his life to enter the bronze door to find Ian.

After all, Ian's position in his heart is extremely important.

Far higher than your own life.

only.

Even with the idea of ​​sacrificing his life, Dumbledore still encountered a problem - this place used to be a passage connecting to another world, but now it was blocked by an invisible force.

It was as if there was something hidden behind the door that shouldn't be disturbed.

It can't be turned on at all.

Also unable to enter.

Dumbledore didn't know whether this was due to the bronze door or a joke left by another mistake he made before. In order to find out the situation, the old headmaster also started to study on the spot.

“This is not a normal problem.”

Dumbledore was piled with heavy ancient books in front of him, and the pages gave off an old smell when he turned them. Dozens of ancient books were spread around him, some of which had turned yellow and cracked, and some of which gave off an ominous black aura. His long silver beard fluttered gently in the wind, and his eyes scanned the parchment scroll in his hand intently.

His brows were furrowed.

He has been studying the situation in this place for some time.

But still couldn't find any clues.

in a dim environment.

Only the light from the lamp illuminated the surroundings.

"What is that?" Hermione squatted not far away, staring at an open ancient book. The black flame-like words jumping between the pages made her breathe rapidly.

The girl, who was eager to learn, stood up and began to tiptoe, trying to read the contents of the book. However, she could only see some fragmentary information.

"What are you doing?"

Severus Snape's deep voice came from the shadows, and he appeared behind Hermione Granger as silently as a giant bat.

She was so scared that she almost jumped up.

"The principal didn't move at all."

Hermione swallowed and quickly changed the subject, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her robes.

Her eyes kept moving between Dumbledore and the ancient books scattered on the floor. The heavy books were spread out on the purple velvet folding table. Some of them looked older than her grandfather, with yellowed and curled edges of parchment, and densely written with words she had never seen before.

"Professor," Hermione couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What is Professor Dumbledore studying? Those books -" She pointed to one of the tomes whose cover had a strange green glow.

“I seem to have seen something of the dark arts.”

The little witch's voice was cautious.

Snape's eyes immediately became sharp, and his black pupils shrank to the size of a needle in the dim light. "You are mistaken, Miss Granger."

"Don't be too curious." His voice was very cold, with unquestionable majesty, "This knowledge is not within the reach of a little wizard like you."

Hear the words.

Hermione felt a wave of dissatisfaction rising in her heart, and she straightened her back: "But professor, knowledge itself is neither good nor evil, the key is how to use it.

"Didn't you always emphasize this in Potions class?"

She tried to shut Snape up with these words.

Snape's mouth twisted into an expression close to a sneer: "It's surprising, Miss Granger, that you actually remember what I said in class. But please allow me to correct you-"

He suddenly leaned forward, his sallow face looking particularly sinister under the illumination of the magic ball. "Some knowledge is like poison. Just knowing it is enough to corrode a wizard's soul."

Hermione involuntarily took a half step back, but her curiosity soon overcame her fear. Her eyes drifted to the ancient books again, especially the thick book with a green cover. On the opened page, she vaguely saw a familiar symbol - very similar to the running symbol on the bronze door that was changing.

"That door." She blurted out, "Is it related to the dark magic? Ian has been in there for a long time. Shouldn't we find a way to remind him quickly-"

The little witch was only halfway through her words.

"Quiet!" Snape suddenly interrupted her, and quickly glanced at Dumbledore, who was still immersed in his own world. "What do you think the headmaster is doing here? Killing time?"

This sentence left Hermione speechless.

She still had respect for Dumbledore.

"I can actually help with the screening. Even though I can't understand this knowledge, I'm still pretty good at finding words by looking at pictures." Hermione felt that she should do something, too.

Members of a trio always have this eagerness to try.

only.

Snape sneered again.

"Do you think all dangers are cloaked in black for you to identify?" Snape said coldly, "Some are just, in fact, more terrible than the dark magic."

"Because they don't even follow the rules, one look at them will imprint on your mind and become a erosion of your soul." Snape was not exaggerating.

But there really is such knowledge.

There must be quite a few in Dumbledore's private collection.

"Forehead……"

Hermione opened her mouth, but no words came out to refute.

She felt that Snape was trying to scare her.

And at this time.

"Hermione."

Dumbledore finally spoke. He raised his head and said in a gentle voice with unquestionable power, "Your professor is right. Some doors can never be closed once they are opened."

"You come to Hogwarts to study so that you can learn how to judge when to push it away." I have to say, the old headmaster's words are still so philosophical.

"Ok."

Hermione lowered her head and responded softly, without making any brave suggestions - after all, it was not Ron. If it were Ron, he would definitely be very unwilling at this time.

Then lead others to be unwilling.

(End of this chapter)