Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 443, Section 442: Even Genes Have Limits!
Faced with this all-encompassing, all-encompassing attack.

Ian remained calm and unhurried.

"Everything is renewed!"

This is still self-created magic, of course. Wizards in the new era would never use the stereotypical magic in the Hogwarts textbooks, and it's not like they don't have the conditions to create their own magic.

He lightly tapped the air with his wand.

Then an eye of a storm, radiating an aura of absolute control, formed in front of him.

The eye of the storm slowly rotated, generating an irresistible suction force. It did not absorb energy, but rather acted like the most efficient air purifier, drawing in and engulfing the deadly toxic fog that was spreading in.

This is wind-attribute magic, and because it can also be considered purification magic, it is named "Renewal of All Things." Inside the eye of the storm, pure wind elements intertwine with complex purification runes, forcibly separating and disintegrating the filth and toxins, ultimately turning them into wisps of harmless gray smoke that dissipate into nothingness.

Seeing that the poison mist was ineffective, the monster's lower body, which had been sealed by the rock coffin, suddenly burst out with even greater power, shattering the rock coffin with a "boom"! But its first reaction after breaking free was not to continue attacking Ian, but for dozens of its thickest tentacles to coil together like giant pythons, condensing into a dark giant hand made of flesh and energy that blotted out the sky.

In the palm of his hand was an extremely complex rune, one that Ian had never encountered before, touching a blind spot in his knowledge. Suddenly, the constantly rotating, filthy rune lit up!

of course.

Although Ian appears illiterate in this place, it doesn't mean he's a complete idiot; he can still discern the meaning of runes from the power they emit.

It was an aura that could corrupt the laws and power of others.

It was as if it wanted to assimilate Ian. Perhaps the fallen god of the past was reduced to that inhuman, ghostly form because of the power represented by this rune.

In this regard.

Ian was also quite wary. The giant hand, carrying an aura of annihilation, slowly pressed down on Ian. The speed wasn't fast, but it carried a sense of "locking in" and "destiny," as if Ian's very existence had been marked, and no matter where he fled, this hand would fall, completely corrupting him conceptually!

"Does the African Ministry of Magic really have a way to use this power for some purpose?"

It wasn't that Ian looked down on the African Ministry of Magic; it was mainly that he didn't believe there were wizards in Africa powerful enough to imprison and utilize the source of such power. If even a legendary wizard like himself was struggling so much, why were there so few legendary wizards in Africa, given their complete silence on the international stage?

Ian was increasingly confused about the situation at the African Ministry of Magic, but he also knew that his priority was to get out of this hellhole before he could study the African Ministry of Magic.

“Who knows that I came here in the first place just to find my Professor Newt… sigh.” Talking to himself had actually been a habit of Ian's for a long time.

Of course, despite the unexpected turn of events, Ian did not regret coming to the Ministry of Magic. He knew he had stumbled upon another earth-shattering secret.

Faced with this terrifying attack that involved the rules, Ian's lips curled into a smile of interest.

"That's interesting... but that's all."

He did not choose to confront the law of "contamination" head-on, but instead held his wand upright in front of his chest, closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them, as if countless stars were being born and dying in his eyes.

The universe operates according to its own laws.

"The Mirror of Paradox: A Reflection of Cause and Effect!"

The opponent is still easier to deal with than when he possessed divine power, at least for Ian who possesses paradoxical divine authority. There is a reason why so many ancient wizards chose divine authority.

Perhaps to other wizards, the monsters now are more powerful than the fallen gods of the past, but as a wizard with divine authority, Ian is actually under less pressure than before.

The burden on his divine authority was much lighter when he exercised it.

so. .

Its power has also increased.

A seemingly ordinary yet illusory mirror, woven from countless contradictory concepts, appeared before Ian. The moment the giant dark hand, imbued with the law of "existential contamination," touched the mirror, something strange happened—the hand neither penetrated nor was reflected.

Instead, it was as if it had sunk into a quagmire, and the power of the "pollution" law contained within it was forcibly captured, analyzed, and then... returned to its original state by the mirror!
A corrupting force, identical in nature to the dark giant hand but targeting the caster himself, instantly acted upon the monster's body along some mysterious causal link!

"Woo——!!!"

The monster let out its most shrill and terrifying scream since the start of the war! Its massive body twisted and flickered violently, like a poorly signaled image, and parts of its body even showed more unbearable distortions, clearly indicating that it was not completely immune to this attack that targeted the very essence of existence.

It frantically mobilized the surrounding energy and the corrupt rules of space to barely stabilize its own existence and avoid distortion into an unbearable state.

After this attack, the monster's gaze towards Ian held not only frenzied greed but also a deep sense of apprehension. It realized that this wizard was far more troublesome than it had imagined. Not only did the opponent possess a multitude of methods, but he could also use the opponent's own methods against them, even skillfully twisting and reflecting attacks at the level of rules!
"Oh, it seems I'm starting to make progress." Ian remained suspended in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the energy storm, but his expression remained calm, as if the perilous confrontation with the laws just now was nothing more than a routine magical exercise. He even leisurely straightened his cuffs, which had become slightly disheveled from the high-speed movement.

The strange behavior of the monster earlier also gave Ian pause for thought. Of course, before that, he needed to try other methods to see if there were any more effective attacks.

"Come on, next round."

Ian made a provocative gesture.

This composed demeanor further provoked the monster, primarily driven by madness. It ceased its destructive attack and began circling Ian, countless eyes fixed on him, searching for even the slightest opening. Its low, seductive roar of "Join us!" echoed once more.

An attempt to cause psychological interference.

Ian, taking advantage of this brief respite, casually glanced once again at the absolutely dark area and the subtle distance the monster maintained between it and the area.

Another guess in my mind also began to take shape.

"Join us!!! Join us!!!"

The monster was still emitting that meaningless roar. Of course, when it roared that sentence, each syllable might actually be trying to express a different emotion and meaning.

Just like how cats only meow, but each meow actually means something different—this analogy might be too wonderful or even a little eerie.

However, most things in the world do share commonalities. After all, this monster is also a living being, so it's reasonable for it to possess characteristics that some other creatures should have.

"Shut up!"

This sound is really annoying.

Ian's head was buzzing.

but.

Ian's reprimand had no effect whatsoever.

The monster was still howling.

It clearly can no longer understand human speech—which is actually normal, since if the area of ​​the brain responsible for language is completely distorted, then it will be unable to speak and understand speech as well.

This may not be magic.

But it's very scientific.

Magic and science actually share many commonalities.

"Thunderous Judgment!" Ian was not discouraged. He pointed his wand into the void, and a huge spear of light composed purely of destructive lightning materialized out of thin air. With the majestic power to purify evil spirits, it slammed into the core of the monster that had just broken out of the ice!

"Boom!!!"

Lightning exploded, blinding white light engulfing everything. The monster's massive body was torn apart and mostly vaporized in the lightning, letting out an extremely shrill roar. But as the lightning dissipated, the annihilated parts, as if time had reversed, frantically regenerated and reformed from the remaining chunks of flesh and the pervasive foul energy, their forms becoming even more indescribable.

It looked like a pulsating, fleshy mass covered in eyes and a mouth. It was drawing energy from its surroundings, and its regenerated tissue made it even more bloated and terrifying.

"Shadow Removal!"

Ian changed tactics, unleashing special magic targeting negative energy and shadow creatures, attempting to strip away the "dark" essence that constituted the monster's existence. The invisible force acted on the monster, indeed tearing off large swaths of shadowy, dark matter, but a flash of dark purple light appeared at the monster's core.

More shadows were drawn from the void, filling the gaps once more.

The negative energy that Ian had stripped away could not be transformed into his own power; it escaped as if it had a higher master.

Ian was powerless to stop the escape.

"Is it the mysterious being that just took away that fallen god?"

Ian was making guesses in his mind.

He was still gathering information even during the battle.

"Life Drain!!"

Ian even risked trying dark magic, attempting to drain the monster's life force in reverse. Thanks to his mentor Grindelwald and senior Voldemort, who was also quite skilled in dark magic.

The title of the third Dark Lord is well-deserved. In fact, he may not be the most learned of the Dark Lords, but he is certainly the most powerful of all the Dark Lords.

I saw.

A massive, surging, and chaotic life energy, filled with madness and pollution, surged into his body, instantly making him feel dizzy.

His soul seemed to have been stained with color, which frightened him so much that he immediately severed the connection, almost being contaminated in the opposite direction.

"Damn it! This life force is poisonous! Even Voldemort would vomit after eating it!" Ian gagged several times, truly disgusted by the other party's life force.

To be honest, he had never seen such disgusting life energy before. It was as if even the purest essence had been polluted, which really made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Ian vomited in time, and he felt that he had not undergone any mutation. After such a twist of fate, to be honest, Ian became even more curious about what could corrupt even gods.

They are most likely aliens like the Titans.

Ok.

That fallen ancient god itself looks like an alien, so something that even aliens can't defeat or withstand must be an even stronger alien.

Although this statement may sound like nonsense, it is not entirely nonsense, since there are also differences in strength among aliens.

In the world of Harry Potter, there are indeed many alien civilizations, which is the information hidden in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Now Ian has also come into deep contact with this.

Also normal.

In a magical world, the existence of aliens isn't hard to understand. After all, if such a world doesn't have a dimensional system, the only way to achieve diversity is to have more aliens.

Just as Ian's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.

"Join...us...to share...eternity..." The monster's whispers were like background noise, pervasive and even somewhat polluting.

It's just that Ian blocked it.

of course.

This might be considered easy for Ian, but dealing with the pollution while fighting, and fighting at such a high intensity for so long, still puts some pressure on him.

"Well, I'm just too young and lack the stamina."

Ian's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his breathing became heavy. He had already tried the ultimate elemental magic, the erasure and negation of rules, the impact and protection on the mental level, and even forbidden dark magic... encompassing the thousand-year heritage of Hogwarts, as well as the knowledge he had gained from his travels around the world.

Then there are many other methods that we developed ourselves.

It can be said that he displayed the magical skills of a legendary wizard to the fullest extent. Any contemporary master who witnessed this battle would probably be shocked and amazed.

However, all of this seemed futile in the face of this monster that coexisted with the entire bizarre space and possessed near-infinite regeneration and adaptability. It was like an ever-evolving nightmare, each "death" a prelude to an even more twisted "rebirth," making it impossible to kill, seal, or banish.

The battle devolved into a desperate war of attrition.

"Sigh, I really don't want to fight like this for months on end." Ian's magical reserves were deep, but not inexhaustible; and although his spirit was strong, it couldn't withstand the erosion of the mad whispers for a long time.

Yes, fighting wasn't the difficult part; resisting the contamination was the real challenge. And the monsters seemed tireless, their attacks growing ever more ferocious.

The regeneration speed is also getting faster and faster.

It is stronger than when Ian was in control before.

but.

In this regard.

Ian didn't seem to care much.

If one of his previous guesses was correct, this kind of strengthening might not be a good thing. By dragging things out like this, he might not necessarily be the one to lose in the end.

"It's not that I can't fight a protracted war."

After a thrilling dodge.

Ian was forced to put some distance between himself and the monster. He took the opportunity to swallow a bottle of potion he had concocted himself—a golden potion that could quickly restore his magical sparks.

The magic began to become active again, and Ian's eyes were sharp as a hawk's as he stared intently at the writhing mountain of flesh that emitted a nauseating stench.

"Fortunately, this guy's attack frequency is not high, so I don't need to use Paradoxical Authority constantly. The cost of the Magic Awakening Potion is much less than that of Paradoxical Authority."

"By dragging this out, I can actually verify my earlier guess. Of course, my body is depleted, so I'll have to eat more nourishing foods when I get back."

He was in no hurry.

If Ian's guess is correct.

The opponent's mutations also have limits. If those limits are exceeded, a collapse at the genetic level will occur, which is the direction in which Ian is most likely to win.

(End of this chapter)