Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 397, Section 396: The Demise of the Wrong Wizard!

In the distance, the roar of engines grew louder as they approached.

“It’s coming pretty fast!”

Ian squinted.

He looked toward the end of the forest path.

The piercing sound of sirens shattered the tranquility of the village. Two dark gray, ruggedly designed armored vehicles drove onto the dirt road, their tires kicking up a cloud of dust. The dust raised by the vehicles seemed like an ominous sign—the dark gray armored vehicles sped through the morning mist.

These armored vehicles are painted with a striking black eagle emblem, have machine guns mounted on their roofs, and have tires as thick as those of a tank, making them look like real armored vehicles that would actually be used on the battlefield.

It drove into the village, the door opened, and a team of fully armed "security guards" jumped out of the car. Ian was somewhat surprised by the guards' attire.

He calmly observed these uninvited guests. These so-called "police officers" looked more like elite soldiers—they wore uniform dark gray combat uniforms, with peculiar triangular badges on their jackets, helmet visors covering most of their faces, and the weapons they carried were clearly military-grade.

Ian's pupils contracted sharply.

"This is impossible……"

He muttered to himself.

He had learned about this in history class.

Knowing that these people came from a terrifying, dark dynasty, the military-style security force before them—their synchronized movements, cold, ruthless eyes, and symbolic insignia—all proclaimed that the information they had gathered from the villagers was correct.

This is a wrong timeline; history has gone in the wrong direction. Terrified by Ian's magic, the villagers rushed towards the police car as if they had seen a savior.

"Who called the police?"

This is standard German.

The leader was tall with a hooked nose and sharp, piercing eyes. He glanced around, and the villagers immediately began to report to him in their guttural, guttural language.

Ian couldn't understand the dialect of German, but he could tell from the group's gestures and pointing that they were reporting him, especially for "speaking English."

The security guards immediately became alert. The middle-aged police officer leading the team, judging from his epaulets, was a captain, and his face instantly darkened.

"Achtung! (Alert!)"

He quickly issued the orders. The guards dispersed and began to search the village methodically, with two-person teams providing cover for each other, their movements as professional as those of special forces.

The dark muzzle of the gun, like the eyes of death, locked onto Ian with a dense array of marks.

Ian sighed.

He hadn't wanted to attract too much attention, but now it seemed impossible to avoid conflict. As a legendary mage, he certainly wasn't afraid of these ordinary soldiers.

In this unfamiliar time and space, it seems that there is no need to care about changing history?

Ian had encountered similar situations before; the history of this erroneous timeline was like a part of the past that had been abandoned by fate, long since unrecognizable.

"No, this is not just a wrong history abandoned by fate. Although it is a wrong direction of development, it is indeed a real parallel universe."

Ian didn't know if this was related to the force that destroyed his time machine; he was simply a wizard who had become a legendary sorcerer, possessing a far clearer understanding of the universe than he had before. Ian sighed. He had intended to keep a low profile, but now it seemed conflict was inevitable.

as predicted.

"Hnde hoch! (Hands up!)" the captain commanded in broken English, his eyes filled with vigilance. "You, a remnant of the old era, surrender immediately! Otherwise, we will take necessary measures!"

The guards' dark gun barrels were all pointed at Ian, ready to act at any moment. Ian, however, stood still, his white robe fluttering gently in the wind.

He didn't raise his hand; instead, he slowly closed his eyes.

Ian had long surpassed the mortal fear of force. These soldiers, no matter how well-equipped, were nothing more than paper guards in the face of true magic.

Kneel down! Put your hands on your head!

The captain shouted sternly, his weapon pointing steadily at Ian's chest.

Ian opened his eyes again and looked around. All the gun barrels were immediately pointed at him, and red laser sights flickered on his chest.

"Do as we say!"

He was surrounded by about ten guards and more than twenty villagers, each with eyes full of vigilance and hostility. In this world ruled by a dark dynasty that did not exist in history, an English-speaking outsider was undoubtedly regarded as an extremely dangerous element.

“I’m sorry for the trouble,” Ian said calmly in standard German. “I just got lost.”

His words did not put people at ease; on the contrary, the fact that he could speak German only increased suspicion. Why would someone whose native language is English speak German? Given Ian's current situation, the same thought arose in the minds of the others.

The captain gave a cold laugh.

"Lost? In this remote area? You think I'd believe such a flimsy excuse?" He took a step forward. "You're one of those remnants of the old era!"

Ian did not answer.

His gaze swept over everyone present, calculating the best course of action. Wandless magic requires extremely high concentration, but dealing with so many people at the same time is still quite challenging.

"Final warning, kneel down!" The captain's finger was on the trigger.

Ian sighed softly, "I don't think we can resolve this in a civilized way."

Before anyone could react, Ian had already completed the staffless spell. There were no incantations, no gestures, only an invisible wave of magic emanating from him.

"He collapsed unconscious," he whispered.

Invisible ripples spread out from him.

As if influenced by an unseen force, one by one, the guards and villagers collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep sleep. In an instant, all the guards—along with the villagers who had gathered to watch—relaxed, slowly fell asleep.

The entire forest fell silent instantly, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

In less than three seconds, only the captain of the guard team remained standing on the field. It wasn't because he had magic immunity, but because Ian had deliberately left someone who could still speak to question him. He stared dumbfounded at his subordinates and villagers lying haphazardly around him, his face filled with disbelief.

His men and villagers were all lying on the ground, as if affected by an invisible force? The captain seemed to realize something, and he looked up at Ian with trembling hands.

"What...what did you do?" The captain's voice trembled, and the weapon in his hand began to wobble.

Ian looked at him calmly: "I just let them sleep for a while. Now, we can have a proper talk."

The captain suddenly seemed to realize something; his eyes widened, and his face turned pale: "Impossible...you are..."

"What am I?" Ian asked curiously.

"A wizard!" the captain practically cried out, his weapon clattering to the ground. "But that's impossible! The wizard should have vanished by now!"

Now it was Ian's turn to be surprised. In this world that seemed to be entirely ruled by ordinary people, there was actually someone who could recognize magic and even seemed to know something about wizards?

"You actually know about wizards?" Ian took a step forward, his golden pupils gleaming with extraordinary light in the dim forest, and the captain retreated in horror.

The captain didn't answer, only shook his head repeatedly, his lips trembling as he whispered, "Impossible. The wizards should have disappeared. All the wizards..."

“How…how can there still be wizards?” He murmured, repeating the same sentence as if questioning fate. “Wizards…should have disappeared long ago…” The captain trembled all over, his teeth chattering.

His worldview was completely shaken at that moment.

"Ok?"

Ian frowned. He wanted to press for more information, but seeing that the other man was on the verge of mental breakdown, he remained silent.

I saw.

Ian raised his hand and glanced at it lightly.

"Qiang!"

The captain's weapon seemed to be pulled by a tremendous force, instantly slipping from his grasp and transforming into a black shadow as it flew towards a distant rock, landing gently without causing any damage.

Ian slowly walked forward.

"Now."

Ian's voice calmed down, "Your memories will tell me the answer."

He stared into the captain's eyes, and Legilimency was activated silently. The captain's resistance was pitifully weak; his consciousness almost immediately opened up to Ian.

The silver light, like a gentle stream, seeped into the depths of the other's consciousness. Ian's consciousness, like a diver plunging into the deep sea, delved into the captain's memories. Images flashed before his eyes—he didn't use violent mental attacks, but rather, like an archaeologist, carefully brushed aside layers of dust to peer into this altered history.

Memories came flooding back.

The scene begins in a cold delivery room. Amidst the baby's cries, a nurse hands the swaddled infant to a man in military uniform—his father.

A baby was born in a military hospital, the parents dressed in standardized gray uniforms. This police captain had received early training in the National Juvenile Corps, learning discipline and obedience. At the age of ten, he took a social stratification test, the results of which determined his destiny as a law enforcement officer.

They undergo rigorous training at the law enforcement academy, learning how to identify and deal with their enemies—most of whom may have wizarding ancestry.

The structure of this society reminded Ian of a science fiction movie he had once seen—The Rise of Superman. On Krypton in the Marvel Universe, everyone's fate is predetermined from birth; a warrior's child will always be a warrior, and a scholar's offspring can only be scholars.

Those who follow the bloodline of law enforcers will only become law enforcers. Personal talent and will are irrelevant; everything is predetermined by genes at birth.

Of course, what Ian was most concerned about was information about wizards.

During Captain America's childhood history class, Ian finally found a clue—a huge world map hanging in the classroom, showing the empire's territory covering almost the entire continent.

"The most crucial turning point in our rise," the teacher said, pointing to several points on the map with his pointer, "was when our great leader received the help of 'special advisors.' These individuals with extraordinary abilities helped us uncover the Freedom Alliance's conspiracy and foresee their actions."

The scene in his memory shifted, and Ian saw an illustration in his textbook: a blond man in an elegant robe standing next to the emperor.

His eyes were sharp and captivating. Although the portrait was stylized, Ian recognized him at a glance—Gellert Grindelwald.

That face was exactly like Ian's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Of course, this was definitely not the Grindelwald that Ian and most people knew.

It is another Grindelwald isomorph in a parallel universe.

“But this is still quite unbelievable.” Ian felt a wave of dizziness, almost pulling himself out of Legilimency. He forced himself to calm down and continued to dig deeper into his memories.

What about Dumbledore?

Where is Dumbledore?
If Dumbledore were alive, how could he have allowed Grindelwald to participate in the Muggle wars, and even become the dominant force in them at one point?

This isn't magical at all! It's not Harry Potter!
The memory continues to deepen.

Ian was filled with confusion.

More fragments emerge—how Grindelwald and his followers openly sided with the Empire, how they used magic to help the Imperial army break through defenses, how they provided early warnings of enemy movements, and how they used magic to fight the enemy on the battlefield.

The battle, which belonged to the Muggles, naturally took an unpredictable turn with the intervention of wizards, and an unprecedented empire rose to power.

This is the owner of the land where Ian now resides. What shocked Ian the most was that Grindelwald had actually broken international secrecy laws and revealed the existence of wizards to the world. He portrayed wizards as "vanguards of evolution" and "forerunners of a new kind of humanity."

Everything seemed to be progressing in the direction that the Dark Lord Grindelwald had envisioned: wizards becoming the highest order in the world, a position Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, felt he could achieve when he looked in the mirror. Therefore, barring unforeseen circumstances, an unexpected event was about to occur.

The wizard's power is too terrifying.

No Muggle nation could rest easy. After the war, the victorious Muggles were naturally uneasy, so they began a systematic hunt for and extermination of wizards.

The wizards' value has been used up; it's time to discard them like dogs. This was also mentioned in history class, and the teacher's voice became low and solemn.

Of course, history books are bound to contain revisions.

"While the wizarding race is powerful, it is inherently arrogant and attempts to rise above the human order. In 1952, Grindelwald launched the 'Wizard Rebellion' in an attempt to overthrow our king and establish a 'Magical Empire'. But the valiant king had already seen through its plot and launched the 'Iron Curtain' project, using technology and anti-magic weapons."

"Our leader also joined forces with wizards loyal to the empire to completely suppress the rebellion!"

Screen switching.

A colossal magic tower was blasted down by a missile, and countless wizards were captured by electric nets in the sky, falling with agonizing cries. Newspaper headlines proclaimed the end of the wizarding era!

Textbooks refer to this purge of wizards as a witch hunt, portraying them as alien-modified spies and traitors to Earth. This may seem naive to children, but it perfectly satisfies adults' alien conspiracy theories.

Actually.

Even those wizards who turned against the righteous were not able to truly escape the Great Purge.

Wizards have a terrible sense of politics.

With the external factors eliminated, the empire turned its attention to purging those once-meritorious wizards. There was no other way; the power wielded by wizards could instill fear in too many people.

The Wizarding Secrets Act may not have been established to protect Muggles.

It was to protect the wizards.

As a result, those wizards who had betrayed their fellow wizards suffered terrible misfortune.

One by one, they were systematically eliminated.

"From then on, all wizarding records were destroyed, and magical bloodlines were hunted down and purified. By 1970, the last known wizarding family had been wiped out."

"The evil wizards and their alien magic are now dust in the past."

My memory ends here.

Ian abruptly withdrew his hand, staggered back a step, and turned ashen-faced.

He stood between the fallen guards and villagers, surrounded by deathly silence, broken only by the howling wind. His mind raced, trying to process this disruptive information.

In this parallel universe's spacetime.

History was completely rewritten by Grindelwald's recklessness!

(End of this chapter)