Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 335, Section 334: Long Time No See, Zeus
Stepping out of the alley and seeing the outside world, Ian realized where he was, because the city's logo and name were written on the port of this place.

Ancient Greece.

The region was not the capital of ancient Greece.

Instead—Rhodes Island.

Yes, there is a port. Of course, it is either by the sea or located on an island. Ian also knows the name of this place. It is an ancient place that was destroyed like Pompeii.

Yes, in the ancient history not mentioned in the Harry Potter series, there was an island that was one of the earliest birthplaces of European magical civilization—Rhodes Island.

This mysterious place located in the Aegean Sea became a core area for the exchange of magic and the study of magic among wizards several centuries BC. It is said that it was not only a gathering place for Greek wizards.

It was also an important place for the exchange of knowledge between magicians from Northern Europe, Egypt, and even the Middle East. At that time, Rhodes was known as the "beacon of magic," and a magnificent magic academy was built on the island.

This place once gave birth to the earliest alchemical theories, divination systems, and complex ancient magical incantations. Wizards here studied forbidden magic, created powerful runes, and even attempted to communicate with the gods in hopes of gaining superhuman power. However, this magnificent magical sanctuary vanished from history overnight.

There are many different opinions about its destruction.

Some ancient parchment scrolls record that when wizards attempted to cast a forbidden spell, they accidentally triggered a magical storm, causing the island's energy core to explode out of control. This disaster not only destroyed Rhodes Island itself but also caused brief magical disturbances in the surrounding seas, even impacting the later development of Muggle civilization.

There are also rumors that...

All of this was actually the work of the Olympian gods. They could not tolerate mortal wizards challenging divine authority, so they unleashed divine punishment, sinking the entire island into the sea.

And it erased all traces of itself from the Muggle world. Today, only a very few ancient family scrolls and fragments of pages in the Hogwarts Forbidden Library vaguely mention this "Lost Rhodes Island." To most modern wizards, it has become a legend—a cautionary tale about ambition, power, and the price.

of course.

Perhaps the facts that Ian is about to witness are different from any version of events told in later generations.

The sun slowly sank into the Aegean Sea, casting its golden rays upon the ancient and solemn city of Rhodes. This island, renowned for its colossi, was now bathed in a warm yet slightly suffocating atmosphere. The air was thick with the mingled scents of salty sea breeze and the metallic stench of blood—the war had only just begun.

Several warships were moored in the harbor, their sails fluttering in the wind.

The cobblestone streets are flanked by towering marble columns, carved with the faces of gods and the legends of heroes, which are being destroyed by a group of Spartan soldiers.

It was as if they were trying to destroy everything else in the city. Civilians screamed and fled, some clutching pottery jars, some dragging children, and others kneeling on the temple steps to pray to the gods.

In the distance, the temple's white stone pillars were blackened by smoke, and flames were engulfing the surrounding olive groves. Ian could even see several Spartan soldiers throwing torches into houses.

Flames instantly shot up onto the roof.

The Greek soldiers were fighting these Spartan warriors, and their actions could hardly be described as righteous, as they were constantly using civilians to shield themselves from the Spartan arrows.

Just when Ian couldn't tell who the villain was.

"Athena!!! You betrayed me!!!"

The shout was like a thunderclap.

Even the distant waves seemed to pause for a moment, causing pottery jars near the harbor to shatter. It came from the heart of the city, carrying anger, pain, and an indescribable power, as if the entire city was responding to the roar. Ian looked up sharply and saw the colossal statue of Zeus in the city center trembling slightly in the roar.

Gravel rubble tumbled down.

"Damn it...who's yelling like that!"

Ian instinctively reached for his wand. His eardrums were ringing, and it felt as if an invisible hand had struck his chest. The roar truly shocked him.

at the same time.

The Spartan soldiers, who were already quite frantic, suddenly became even more agitated.

Their eyes turned fanatical, their expressions shifting from wariness to anger, then to madness. Some drew their swords, others raised their shields.

They all charged directly at the Greek soldiers around them.

"Our master is in danger! Slaughter all these evil people!"

A centurion with a face full of scars roared.

A massacre broke out in an instant.

Spartan soldiers pounced on their enemies like wild beasts, swords flashing and blood splattering. Civilians screamed in terror as they fled in all directions, some falling to the ground, trampled and barely able to get up. Torches fell, igniting the now-empty stalls, billowing smoke and turning the area into a chaotic inferno.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Spartan warriors, like monstrous creatures infused with a berserk spell, swung their muscular arms at the nearest Athenian soldier. Blood splattered on the white stone walls, and screams echoed throughout. An old woman clutching a clay pot was knocked to the ground, and just as her head was about to be crushed by an iron boot,…

"Armor for protection!"

Ian's wand arced through the air, and an invisible barrier instantly repelled the Spartan soldier. The old woman scrambled to a corner in terror, while the soldier who had been thrown back glared fiercely at Ian.

"wizard?"

He wiped the blood from his face, his eyes narrowing beneath his bronze helmet.

"Mind your own business, you foreign bastard!"

It was obvious to them, through Ian's completely different appearance, that Ian was neither Greek nor any other race from the area.

Spartan warriors exhibited extremely severe racial discrimination.

In this regard.

Ian didn't mind.

"If it's war, then it's war. At least the civilians are innocent." Ian didn't show much emotion, simply flicking his wrist. A string of golden sparks burst from the tip of his wand.

He came to this era in search of a special rose. However, now is clearly an inopportune time, and it's unclear whether this was intentional on the part of the female Tytank Lyle.

Ian wants to cast spell 2.
Just then, a stray arrow whistled past his ear and embedded itself in the wall, its fletching trembling violently. Ian ducked down abruptly and saw a Spartan warrior not far away, bow raised and aimed at him.

"Outlander!"

The other party roared in Ancient Greek.
"Kneel down!"

The incredibly condescending tone was infuriating.

A burning arrow flew right over his head.

It almost damaged his most precious hair.

"Stop!" Ian shouted. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange power and clearly reached everyone's ears amidst the chaos.

This was clearly Ian casting some kind of magical effect on himself—like the magic the headmaster at Hogwarts uses to amplify the sound of his voice every time school starts.

This magic allows Ian to transmit his voice to everyone's ears.

Several Spartan soldiers who were hacking and slashing at the enemy paused for a moment, their movements slowing. But they quickly recovered, and one of them glared at Ian and roared.

"A wizard? We've killed them before. It seems our warnings haven't made you feel our mercy. If you dare to stop us, you'll die too!"

This guy is the one who shot the arrow earlier.

“I am not your enemy,” Ian said calmly, his tone unwavering. “But this massacre is pointless; both sides are slaughtering civilians.”

As soon as these words came out.

The Spartans had not yet spoken.

"What did you say?"

The Greek soldiers were furious. They roared and charged forward, swinging their swords straight at Ian's head—this was the truth, after all, their duty as local soldiers was to protect the civilians.

"Just kidding." Ian simply raised his right hand slightly.

A faint blue light appeared in his palm, then spread out, sweeping across the entire area like ripples. Everyone's weapons instantly emitted a sharp, piercing "crunch."

Then—and there it was.

"Grrrrrr!"

The next moment, all the weapons of the Spartan soldiers in the port began to twist and deform. The bronze swords softened, stretched, and eventually turned into brightly colored—screaming chickens. Yes, all the soldiers' swords, spears, and axes turned into little red chick toys that would make comical squawking sounds when squeezed.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The Spartan soldiers stared at the screaming chicken toys in their hands, their faces filled with astonishment and disbelief. Some tried to draw their weapons again, only to find that they had all turned into these ridiculous things.

"..."

An eerie silence fell over the entire port.

Both sides stared at each other in disbelief. Some stubbornly gripped their "weapons," only to be met with a series of squeaking noises. A centurion with a fierce face angrily threw the screaming chicken to the ground, only to have the toy bounce twice and emit an even more cheerful squeal.

"puff."

A Greek child hiding behind a cargo container couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The soft laugh ignited a powder keg. The Spartan warriors' faces flushed red, veins bulging on their foreheads. They abandoned the screaming chickens and charged at Ian, who was not far away, with their bare hands.

“You…you wizard!” A soldier who recognized Ian pointed at him through gritted teeth and said, “You’re not a local wizard! You shouldn’t be meddling in things here!”

"This is a war of gods!"

The soldiers hadn't finished speaking.

Their movements instantly came to a standstill.

Whether they were Spartans or ancient Greeks, they were all petrified and frozen in place.

"If you won't listen to my reasoning, then I do know a little bit of the truth."

Ian flicked his wand, looking at the "Spartan statues" posing in various charging stances on the harbor, and nodded in satisfaction. But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The twilight in Rhodes was tinged with blood. The setting sun, like molten gold, poured over the harbor torn apart by war, casting a false brilliance upon the shattered shipwrecks, collapsed city walls, and corpses scattered everywhere.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and churning clouds appeared, as if foreshadowing an impending storm of destiny. Suddenly, a dark shadow streaked across the sky—a colossal eagle, its wingspan blotting out the sun, its eyes flashing with golden light like thunder. It was the embodiment of Zeus, the king of the Olympian gods.

At this moment, he was surveying the world under his rule in a silent yet majestic manner.

The majestic bird soared over the city, looking down at the busy yet ignorant crowds below. Finally, it landed on the enormous statue of the sun god in the city center.

The instant its claws touched the statue, a mysterious and ancient power was suddenly bestowed upon the inanimate object. A faint golden glow began to emanate from the surface of the statue, like the first rays of dawn illuminating the entire city. Immediately afterward, a deep rumble came from underground, as if the entire island was trembling.

As the sound reverberated, two intense golden beams of light shone from the statue's eye sockets, like the first rays of sunlight at sunrise. Then, the statue's skin began to peel away.
Beneath it lay golden flesh and blood, flowing with divine power. The limbs, which had been motionless, slowly began to move, the joints emitting heavy grinding sounds, as if a body that had not moved for millennia was finally awakening.

The statue of the sun god came to life.

At that moment, on the distant city walls, countless soldiers and civilians looked up in terror at this scene. Some knelt down to pray, some screamed and fled, and many more simply stood there, witnessing the divine miracle. Zeus, transformed into an eagle, remained quietly atop the statue's shoulder, coldly observing everything that was happening.

It was as if he had everything under his control all along.

Ian stood at the edge of the square.

His gaze was fixed on the newly resurrected statue of the sun god. Before his heart could calm down, he suddenly noticed that the giant eagle that had previously perched on the statue's shoulder had once again spread its wings and taken flight.

Its wings sliced ​​through the oppressive air, its silhouette becoming a black shadow in the twilight as it swiftly flew towards a hidden corner deep within the city. There lay the ruins of the old town.

It was a place that nobody paid any attention to.

And here, the giant eagle peers at the living statue as it heads toward somewhere.

As its colossal foot rose, it unleashed a howling wind, casting a shadow like a deathly curtain over the harbor. The next second, it slammed down—the temple's pillars snapped like withered branches, the dome collapsed under its weight, and rubble and dust flew everywhere. The colossus's steps were merciless, as if it were crushing nothing more than the nest of ants.

Its paws crushed the marketplace, turning stalls, pottery jars, and terrified civilians into bloody pulp under the pressure of metal and stone. It continued forward, its knees bending with a piercing metallic scraping sound, like the low growl of an ancient beast. Its second paw struck the lighthouse, instantly shattering its base, causing the tower to tilt and break.

A cloud of dust rose up.

With each step the colossus took, the buildings groaned in agony. Walls crumbled, houses were crushed to dust, and even the ground cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

It was as if the entire city was groaning in pain beneath its feet.

And it was still moving forward—towards a tower.

"No, what's going on? I just came looking for romantic roses. Roses in a place like this?" Ian hadn't reacted yet.

A roar tore through the night sky.

"Gods! You cannot stop me!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, filled with boundless anger and determination, shaking every brick in the city. Ian looked up sharply, following the sound—and saw a bald figure climbing up a collapsed temple platform, clad in tattered armor, covered in wounds, but with eyes as fiery as flames.

"??????"

Ian finally realized what was going on.

He was stunned.

What kind of influence did the female Tyrande Lyle have on later generations that allowed him to witness a scene resembling the myth of Pinduoduo in this history involving mythology?
Yes.

Ian recognized the bald man.

That's Kratos.

Kratos, the God of War.

He held the Blade of Chaos, his eyes burning with the flames of vengeance, facing the towering statue of the sun god not far away. The statue had not yet fully regained its mobility.

But it already exudes a suffocating pressure.

however.

Kratos, who had lost his divine powers, showed no fear. At that moment, the sky above Rhodes Island seemed to be ablaze with war, with dark clouds rolling and lightning flashing.

"You can't stop me! You're just a dead thing!" Kratos stood atop a dilapidated tower, the wind tearing at his cloak, his bare upper body covered in wounds and blood, but it couldn't hide the burning rage in his eyes.

The sun god slowly raised his torch, its golden light illuminating the night sky. The next second, he swung it down, and flames poured out like a torrent, engulfing the entire battlefield.

Kratos roared as he charged into the flames.

fighting.

It was very intense.

Boulders shattered, flames surged, and roars and thunder intertwined to create a symphony of destruction.

All of this was coldly observed by a giant eagle circling high in the sky—Zeus, the King of Olympus, an unseen observer. He watched Kratos fight like a madman, his lips not moving, but a mocking smile appeared in his eyes: "In the end, you still can't escape my game."

However, his smugness didn't last long. Suddenly, the surrounding air distorted, and a figure appeared silently beside him, touching his body with a small hand.

"Long time no see, Zeus. It seems you also enjoy transforming into a bird. Is it because you're influenced by my Animagus form?" Ian's voice boomed in Zeus's ears.

The King of Gods saw the figure he least wanted to see.

(End of this chapter)