abnabooks Chapter 207, Section 206: Return? The Unpredictable Fate!
Chapter 207, Section 206: Return? The Unpredictable Fate!
Chapter 207, Section 206: Return? The Unpredictable Fate!
Perhaps the story has come to an end.
But its popularity has only just begun.
Most people in the city don't remember what happened or what they experienced, but there will always be people who remember, record, and sing the praises of the city and its stories.
When gloom blankets every corner of the city, whispers of despair crisscross the streets. The threads of fate twist into a knot, and fear makes souls tremble and cower.
You spread your wings from the abyss, bringing with you supreme will; you brought the light of dawn, dispelling the shadows of eternal night; in the tapestry of destiny, you gracefully arrive.
You waved your invisible hand, unlocking the shackles of fate, allowing the light of hope to shine once more in the city. You guided the lost out of their predicament, your power of redemption resonating in every heart.
You took away the darkness and left behind the light; you took away despair and left behind hope. From the ruins, the city rises again, and your deeds will be etched in the annals of time.
We look up, we murmur, we sing this heartfelt hymn, wishing you soaring through the starry sky.
Grace never fades; may your journey be filled with peace. Cassandra sings a farewell song for her Lord.
The sun god and his daughter waited quietly for this ancient god's chosen one.
"If I remember correctly, it was you who allowed that temple to stand in this city." As a goddess, the brute goddess wasn't actually bad-witted, she just didn't like to use her brain.
She looked toward the temple where Cassandra lived in the distance. The forbidden temple was somewhat out of place in this city, but it had existed for many years because the true god had allowed it.
"I'm glad you've finally started thinking."
The sun god's response can be considered a tacit agreement.
This made the brute goddess curious, "Did you already know that this day would come? Or did you already know that the temple would be dedicated to an ancient god who was born in a later era but attained enlightenment in the past?"
She did have some information, but it wasn't enough for her to see the truth hidden in the fog. The goddess knew very well that her father definitely knew more than she did.
"No god can see destiny itself. I think you already understood when you met him that when destiny is revealed, all possibilities that others can see are just illusions."
The Sun God responded softly. He had actually said the same thing to Ian not long ago, but he used the more easily understood term "priority." "So, since you and the other gods haven't glimpsed fate, why do you allow such temples to exist?" The Goddess of the Rampage was still confused. She knew very well that the gods of every region were "petty" beings.
It was almost impossible for heretical proselytizing to be permitted—the goddess had used such plain language because she herself was not a qualified riddle teller.
This definitely makes one's bloodline impure in this world of magic and miracles.
"Oh."
Faced with his foolish daughter's question, the sun god smiled helplessly and looked at the little girl who was still prostrate on the ground, devoutly chanting in the direction Ian had left.
"The reason I was able to respond to you immediately while you were embarking on your absurd adventure was simply because I had been watching this city from the clouds."
He seemed to be talking about something completely unrelated.
"Did you, Father, discover my arrival?"
The brute goddess felt a little guilty.
but.
She was clearly overthinking things. The Sun God shook his head and spoke in a steady voice, "Of course not. I'm not just observing your movements for no reason."
"You've caused trouble, and I know exactly how to punish you."
The response from this glorious and infinitely powerful god should have made the rough-and-tumble goddess happy, but such words lacking in paternal love made the expression on the rough-and-tumble goddess's face quite awkward.
"This time I didn't cause any trouble, did I? I did help save a lot of people." Her expression clearly showed a hint of guilt, but the Sun God didn't seem to care much.
He continued to gaze at the little girl in front of him. "I was observing her from the sky. She was supposed to bear my curse, but that curse was broken silently."
These remarks truly surprised the "reckless goddess".
"What do you mean?"
Her tone was one of surprise.
I sensed something amiss.
"She was once my priestess, the woman who promised to serve me, but she was swayed by a bird's rhetoric about 'freedom, female power, and awakening' and began to pursue the meaning of love and life."
"This certainly infuriates me. I can't catch that bird, but I can punish mortals who break their oaths—it may be a bit domineering, but it's ultimately to uphold our dignity."
"So I placed a curse on her, a curse that would extend to her descendants. However, just yesterday, the curse was lifted, and even your brother's priest began to believe that she truly possessed a third eye."
"This is what alarmed me. Of course, it's not that I'm petty, but I'm simply curious about who removed my curse, which led me to witness his arrival."
"The moment he believed this little girl was a prophet, my curse was lifted, which makes me very curious about his origins," the sun god said slowly.
The brute goddess seemed to have figured something out as well.
"So you also do pedophilia!"
Her strangely surprised exclamation made the sun god's expression freeze.
"This is not funny."
The sun god put on a stern face.
It's not like it's that so-and-so.
"Just kidding, just kidding, don't be angry." The burly goddess sensed the gleam in her father's eyes.
It seemed as if he was about to grab her hand and unleash his true fatherly love. She quickly took a few steps back, smiling and saying kind words.
As a goddess, she certainly couldn't possibly be unaware of matters of life and death, and reincarnation.
"So, when you attacked him, intending to read his soul, it wasn't just because he had a pact with me, but also because he broke your curse?"
She spoke with a hint of surprise.
The sun god nodded.
The brute goddess thoughtfully connected the clues.
"I thought he was just a chosen one of fate—" The voice of the Sun God carried a hint of lingering fear as he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his now-healed eyes.
"I should have expected this, but arrogance blinded me. This may be the beginning of twilight."
Just as he was muttering to himself.
The brute goddess frowned and continued asking questions.
"After all you've said, I still don't understand why you and the other gods would allow the Temple of Destiny to exist." She found it hard to believe that such permission was simply because the temple was related to destiny. After all, the existence of a temple involves faith, just as money is involved for humans; gods rarely allow others to share their faith.
The sun god was truly powerless when it came to his daughter's lack of understanding.
"Of course, it's because a consensus has been reached."
He sighed, no longer trying to enlighten his daughter, and gave a straightforward answer: "So that in the final chapter of twilight, fate can weave a glimmer of hope for us in time."
"This is a deal, child," the sun god revealed the secret of the gods and the ancient gods. However, he did not tell them what else they would have to give up in this deal.
but.
The brute goddess has her own ideas.
"Is this the price to pay?"
She raised her hand, where the eternal contract, which had not disappeared even after Ian left, was displayed, as if this place had become some kind of "future" after Ian came.
"No, it's a harvest."
The sun god, however, gave a completely opposite response in a calm tone.
This left the brute goddess completely bewildered.
She suspected that her father had not only burned out his eyes yesterday, but also his brain.
Is a 10,000-year employment contract not a price but a reward?
Even slave owners wouldn't say such a thing!
"I didn't even ask what the name of the person I was to serve was. Oh, right, he didn't ask my name either."
"The goddess of brute force's tone had a hint of sourness."
And at that very moment.
"Madvin, Your Highness, my god told me his name, and I think we should remember it." The little girl Cassandra suddenly stood up after finishing her chant.
Turning back, he spoke earnestly: "Sometimes the beginning of a story is just such a coincidence. Ian himself probably didn't realize that the legend of the Sorcerer Supreme had already begun."
Pompeii remains as prosperous as ever.
among them.
A small number of people will surely remember his story.
In the passage of time.
The immense power of time seemed to transform into a train.
It carried Ian, Malfoy, and Riddle towards the afterlife. Ian and Riddle felt a warm and irresistible force enveloping them.
It felt as if I were in the palm of an invisible behemoth.
In this regard.
Dejected and taciturn, Riddle only sighed softly. The young wizard, on the other hand, curiously observed his surroundings, experiencing a different feeling this time as he traversed through time.
During his last time travel, Ian felt surrounded by endless, intertwined vortexes, his body seemingly being pulled by countless hands. Dizziness and confusion filled his senses, as if he were in a nightmare from which he could never wake up. But this time, as soon as he stepped into the time tunnel, a strange tranquility washed over him.
Perhaps this is the treatment reserved for legends.
He finally experienced the true joy of traveling through time. Malfoy's pale face pressed against his shoulder, and Riddle, bound like a cocoon, exuded a decaying wood-like aura beneath the magical chains.
Countless spots of light lit up in the void, and the torrent of time flowed past him, carrying an ancient and mysterious whisper, yet as gentle as the wind blowing through the wheat ears.
"That's really amazing."
Ian looked around.
As far as the eye can see.
Those spots of light from time will coalesce into a definite picture.
That's not just a series of possibilities.
Rather, it is history that swept past them.
This time, Ian not only felt the chaos of interwoven time and space, but also seemed to be given a pair of eyes to peer into history, witnessing scene after scene as clear as a painting.
"This is the best way to learn history!"
Ian was amazed. In his field of vision, it was as if there were countless giant television screens floating in the air, and the images would quickly become clear as soon as his eyes touched them.
On the battlefield, smoke billowed and the sun blazed high. Roman legionaries, clad in heavy armor, wielding spears and shields, their synchronized marching steps shaking the earth with each shout. Julius Caesar stood in the center of the Senate, scepter in hand, his gaze piercing. The senators whispered amongst themselves, intrigue and loyalty swirling in the air.
Even if betrayal is ever-present, the glory of Rome will endure forever.
Even Julius Caesar's whispers.
Ian could hear it clearly even within this time tunnel. He witnessed firsthand the magnificent scene of the Roman legions, led by Julius Caesar, crossing the Alps. The silver eagle emblem gleamed in the sunlight, and the war drums thundered deafeningly.
The soldiers' armor gleamed brightly in the sunlight.
This is a glorious history.
However, the scene shifts, and Caesar falls to Brutus's dagger, his blood staining the Senate floor, rewriting the fate of the empire in that instant.
The scene is changing.
Just like traveling by carriage, the traveler will always see different scenery—in the dimly lit catacombs, candlelight flickers. A group of Christians are kneeling on the ground in devout prayer, their faces filled with unwavering faith.
Despite the oppressive environment, their eyes were firm and full of hope.
"What period of history is this?" Ian looked at the scene, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him, including admiration for their faith and curiosity about the religious atmosphere of that era.
The screen continued to scroll.
Constantine the Great stood in the square of Milan, holding the Edict of Milan aloft. Sunlight shone on his armor, reflecting a dazzling light.
His voice resounded through the sky.
"From this day forward, the people of Christ will no longer be persecuted!" The crowd in the square erupted in cheers, and the flags with crosses fluttered in the wind, seemingly symbolizing the rise of Christianity.
As the scene shifts, the flames of war blaze on the city walls, and the soldiers' heroic lament intertwines with the weeping of the people.
The sunrise on the day barbarians breached the walls of Rome was the color of blood.
These are all major events in history.
Besides.
Ian also saw stories belonging to the wizards.
The Virgin Mary holds a newborn baby in her arms, surrounded by shepherds and the Three Wise Men in adoration. She can hear the baby's breathing and feel the baby's gaze upon her, transcending reality and illusion.
"Holy crap!"
Feeling a chill run down his spine, the newly crowned legend quickly and timidly looked away. Deep in a dark forest, Ian spotted a group of wizards dressed in robes.
They sat around the campfire, performing an ancient ritual: twelve wizards hunted a white dragon on the night of a lunar eclipse, only to perish, forever halted at the threshold of legend.
A gigantic dragon ravaged the city-state.
Ian saw it; he saw the flames spewing from its mouth illuminating the surrounding night sky; he also saw the star fragments embedded in the hilt of the sword, stained with dragon blood, cut the boy's palm when it was pulled from the dragon's body.
"Very well! The irrefutable evidence is right before my eyes!" Ian's pupils reflected the passage of time.
He suddenly pulled out his camera to take a picture of that face that he was quite familiar with.
however.
Inside the time tunnel.
No matter how many times he pressed the shutter button on the magic camera, he couldn't capture the scene before him. Undeterred, the little wizard Wen tried a Muggle camera, but it didn't work either.
Magic, technology.
It seems to have lost its function in this passage.
"My memory is irrefutable proof!"
Ian had no choice but to rely on his brain to remember what he saw. Although he had guessed it before, there was always a difference between having actual evidence and just realizing it through Sherlock Holmes-like insight.
Just as Ian mentally signaled to himself that his memories needed "super high definition," the power of time surrounding him, Riddle, and Malfoy began to wane.
"We've arrived? So fast? I haven't even seen the Four Giants yet." Ian felt the spacetime tunnel suddenly shake violently, and he was somewhat disappointed that he had arrived at his destination too quickly.
As the illusory light and shadow begin to solidify.
Ian took a deep breath.
He began mentally preparing his words upon returning to Hogwarts. Riddle seemed to sense the time tunnel receding as well, finally raising his head with a slightly tense expression.
As for Mr. Malfoy, he was unconscious as a corpse. Due to the lingering effects of some of the modifications Helbo had made on him, Ian was unable to find a way to wake the unfortunate classmate.
"Let's leave it to Dumbledore. He always knows how to handle these problems. If Dumbledore suffers, Malfoy will survive." Ian was ready to return to his student identity.
This definitely requires some mental adjustment. After all, the things he was involved in not long ago were practically divine.
Legends, Herbo, saving the world—these are all things that happened before. Now he's about to become a student again, worrying about classes and exams. Such a change in identity is nothing short of magical for anyone.
Just as the little wizard was adjusting his mindset.
The illusory scene gradually faded away.
however.
As the illusory, overlapping scenes around him slowly settled into clear reality, the cozy office he had envisioned did not appear, and Ian's smile gradually froze on his face.
"What's going on?"
Ian hated it.
He didn't see any familiar people or familiar scenes. All he could hear was his second senior brother's groaning and the smell of rotting hay and pig manure wafting towards him.
Yes.
They were actually in a stinking pigsty!
Pink piglets were nudging Malfoy's blond hair with their wet noses, while Riddle was wrapped up in magical chains and rolling around in a mud puddle—and a boar was excitedly rubbing against his pale face.
"Damn it! Get it away from me! Get it away from me!" Riddle let out a sharp, explosive cry. Perhaps even when facing Helbo directly, this young Dark Lord had never been so terrified.
There is no other reason.
Because he saw the boar's fangs gleaming coldly in the dim light, and not only that, the boar had already used its snout to push aside Riddle's robe and erect something that shouldn't have been erected.
This pig.
It seems they've developed some strange interest in the great Dark Lord!
"No!!! Kill it right now!"
Seeing that the boar was about to launch an attack, Riddle quickly began rolling on the ground in a manner that resembled that of a wolf and a fox.
He first asked Ian for help, but seeing that Ian was still unable to accept his surroundings, he had no choice but to crawl frantically on the ground to save himself.
no way.
Since Riddle was completely bound like a dumpling, he had no chance to stand up, escape, or resist.
The ropes binding him were tools used by temple priests to imprison wizards.
"Help me!"
Riddle crawls just like a slug.
This scene looks very familiar.
As in some scenarios.
Ultimately, it all happened on different remnants of Voldemort's soul.
Perhaps this is fate.
"Get away from me! You filthy beast!" Seeing that Ian hadn't responded, Riddle hurriedly went to Malfoy's side.
Dark Lord employed his traditional skill, attempting to use Malfoy to divert the boar's attention. However, the young Malfoy was unaware that the principles applicable to some people also apply to boars.
The two are genetically quite similar.
The more the boar resisted, the more it aroused the boar's interest. The boar ignored the lying Malfoy and focused on Riddle, pinning the weak Riddle down with all four hooves.
A one-on-one battle against the Dark Lord.
It might also be a pig that goes down in history.
"Damn it!! Get off! Get off!!" Riddle tried to roll away from the boar, but the boar, which had grown fangs, was far stronger than him.
Pigs are ferocious beasts.
Seeing the boar with its vast capital about to show Riddle its wealth, Riddle couldn't hold back any longer. He roared in terror and despair.
"You beast! How dare you!!!"
perhaps.
It's not just the power of love that can work miracles; the will to survive can too. At this moment, Riddle unleashed a survival instinct even stronger than when facing death, causing the magical ropes binding him to loosen slightly.
The runes above are shattering.
An invisible force erupted.
It was like a second magical rampage.
The boar was flipped to the ground, letting out a bloodcurdling scream—its belly was ripped open, and blood and entrails splattered all over the ground.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The crisis was finally over.
Riddle, covered in sweat, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He lay prone in the mud.
He was panting heavily.
The broken ropes binding him slowly fell to the ground. However, even though he had regained his spellcasting ability, he didn't even think about running away. Instead, after regaining his senses, he pulled down Malfoy's pants.
He threw away his torn trousers, put on the trousers that didn't belong to him, and then angrily charged at the other pigs, venting all his anger and rage.
of course.
It is done through the method of killing with magic.
A green light suddenly appeared.
Wherever he went, pigs died suddenly. He was able to cast spells without a staff, which was truly amazing. However, the targets he used to deal with were obviously not very presentable.
The ground was littered with dead pigs.
Even the pink and tender piglets were not spared by this dark devil.
It was incredibly cruel.
That's enough.
Ian finally couldn't hold back any longer and looked at Riddle, who was still trying to leave. He wasn't just realizing what was happening now;
Instead, he was just using his mental powers to explore his surroundings.
"It seems the quality of ancient artifacts isn't very good either." Ian glanced at the broken magic rope, then looked back at Riddle, who was still furious.
"I have never suffered such humiliation!"
Riddle's face was still contorted, but he stopped after Ian spoke. Now that his magical powers had returned, he didn't even dare to look Ian in the eye.
Only through experience can one truly understand.
Only then can one truly understand how terrifying the little wizard before them really is.
Let alone the courage to raise one's hand.
Riddle didn't even dare to think about plotting against Ian anymore.
After being brought back to life.
He had completely lost his courage.
"Don't panic, stay calm." Ian wanted to project the composure of a legend, but after realizing this wasn't the Hogwarts era, he found it hard to stay composed.
This may seem like he's talking to Riddle, but he's actually just comforting himself.
Riddle was stunned by Ian's words. He wanted to say that anyone could remain calm when faced with such a situation where they were almost forced, but he didn't dare to speak up for the little monster in front of him.
This made the young Dark Lord's face turn bright red.
"The good news is we've left Pompeii, the bad news is we crashed along the way." Ian didn't know if he would ever encounter a second Hogwarts-style guidance.
That's why he was a little flustered.
"Let me guess—are we in the sixth or seventh century? Maybe even earlier?" Riddle looked outside, where he could only make out some blurry buildings in the night.
However, he did not use this to determine the year.
"I have no idea."
Ian had sensed his surroundings, but he knew he was still trapped in ancient times. As for the specific year, he hadn't been able to glean much useful information from his environment.
This is a secluded pig farm with dozens of pig pens, located in the middle of nowhere.
"Not too different—"
Riddle sighed sadly.
"How so?"
The young wizard displayed his thirst for knowledge. Although he was much stronger than Riddle, he had only attended school for a little over a year and hadn't even mastered some basic knowledge before he entered the legendary realm.
This is not Versailles.
That's just how it is.
The foundation is not solid.
In a fantasy world, this would likely be the description. Of course, wizards don't have any fundamental issues; it's just that insufficient basic knowledge is a problem that can only be solved with time and experience.
"In time travel, life has weight. Dumbledore and that alchemist would at most think, 'You may have followed me to the past.'"
"At most, they can only pre-set the energy to bring two people back, but we have three people now," Riddle said weakly, expressing his assessment.
"This isn't a 1+1 problem, so in the span of 2000 years, we may have only covered a third, or even less." He certainly seemed to have done ample research on time travel. It was unclear whether he already knew these things or had specifically done research while possessing Malfoy's body to facilitate his escape.
"It can't be that ridiculous, can it?" Ian said, sounding somewhat upset. He looked at Riddle in front of him with a regretful tone.
"I should have killed you back then."
"Indeed, people shouldn't have morals." His words sent a chill down Riddle's spine. The young Dark Lord looked terrified and quickly spoke up, then continued.
"Even if you kill me, you might not be able to get back safely. You're no longer an ordinary wizard; you're a legendary creature." It's hard to tell how much of that statement is true and how much is false.
Riddle was terrified that Ian would kill him on the spot.
"A legendary creature? Hiding your own business? Secretly insulting me?" Ian immediately pulled out a broken wand.
He raised his wand and shoved it up Riddle's nostril.
This is Malfoy's wand.
He could fix it, but there was absolutely no need. After all, it wasn't his stuff. The fact that he could wrap Malfoy up with tape already showed how deep their friendship was.
"No—I'm just stating the facts."
Riddle felt extremely wronged.
He genuinely believed that Ian was not a wizard at all.
"Why didn't you warn me in the first place?" Ian ignored Riddle's emotions and poked Riddle's nose with his Malfoy wand, making it bleed.
"I didn't realize that at the time."
Riddle is telling the truth.
Since his resurrection, he has been immersed in a decadent mood of self-examination.
The little wizard's eyes still held a dangerous glint.
"Don't worry! An ancient time converter! You can definitely find one in this era! It can definitely take us back to the right time!" Riddle quickly offered a solution.
"That's true."
The young wizard seemed to be deep in thought.
He thought the Dark Lord's words made sense.
In the realm of alchemy.
He is far more powerful than the young Dark Lord. If he could obtain an ancient time converter, he might even be able to communicate with Professor Nicolas Flamel from who knows how many years into the future.
"This place isn't that dangerous. You can even take some antiques back with you. I can help you identify valuable antiques," Riddle quickly demonstrated his value.
He knew the little wizard was a money-loving person.
This is not.
The little wizard's eyes lit up immediately.
"You make a good point."
Ian had no doubt about Riddle's professionalism; after all, this guy had worked in Knockturn Alley, so he was probably more than capable of identifying valuable items, and even counterfeiting was a piece of cake for him.
"That's right, that's exactly it, I'm very useful." Riddle emphasized several times, but inwardly he was also thinking, how could a legend still have such a greedy habit.
Except for dragons.
All he knew was that crows liked shiny things.
Therefore, this guy's future Animagus form will definitely be a bird.
"Find a dark wizard with a time-shifting device, and then you take action." Ian was a minor wizard with a moral compass, and he firmly believed that dark wizards in this era would be easy to find.
You might bump into a few when you go out.
"Of course."
Riddle was utterly speechless.
I felt like I had become some kind of dirty glove.
He strongly suspected that the guy in front of him would label any wizard with a time-converting device as a dark wizard. To be honest, it wasn't until his recent experience that he realized he wasn't actually that dark.
"That's settled then. We need to get back quickly, who knows if this is the era of the Black Death." Ian first dug out of the pigsty and used magic to clean himself up.
Seeing Riddle carrying Malfoy out, he quickly cast a cleansing spell on Riddle and Malfoy. To be on the safe side, he also took out alcohol for physical disinfection.
"What are you eating?"
Riddle saw Ian stuffing something into his mouth.
"antibiotic."
Ian excels in both magic and science.
However, he was clearly not very knowledgeable about modern medicine.
Fortunately, Riddle didn't understand much either.
"You're too cautious." Riddle sighed, unsure how to comment on Ian's actions. He found it hard to reconcile the overly cautious young wizard before him with the godlike and demonic figure he once knew.
It is said that people have many facets.
But the difference is too big.
"Better safe than sorry. You might not know, but one of my teachers was tricked to death," Ian said matter-of-factly, just as he was about to tell Riddle a story.
"Did it actually work?"
suddenly.
A slightly cheerful, childlike voice came to my ear.
The voice carried a sense of surprise.
Ian jerked his head around, his gaze following the source of the sound. Riddle also quickly adjusted his posture, painfully pulling his wand from his nostril, and warily surveyed his surroundings.
He's now like a frightened bird, and the green melon-eating monster is practically about to burst forth.
"Who's there?"
Since he hadn't undergone any magical modifications, Riddle didn't have night vision. Fortunately, Ian was now indistinguishable from daytime at night, and the young wizard quickly pinpointed the source of the sound.
There stood a little girl who looked even younger than Cassandra, with two knights in magnificent armor following closely behind.
The knights, clad in gleaming armor emblazoned with intricate family crests, gripped longswords and their eyes were wary, as if they were loyal guardians protecting the little girl.
The little girl, on the other hand, seemed to be of quite extraordinary status.
She wore a magnificent white dress with layers upon layers of skirt embroidered with exquisite gold patterns. The patterns, winding and turning, seemed like ancient, mysterious symbols, telling of her family's glory. A dazzling ruby brooch adorned her neckline, its brilliance reflecting the gold threads of her dress.
This only accentuated her noble and aristocratic air.
Because of the little girl's gesture.
The two knights did not make a move immediately.
"Be careful, Your Highness."
One of the knights reminded the little girl, his eyes fixed on Riddle's glowing wand.
"I think my experiment was a success?" The little girl ignored the knight's warning and stepped forward, brushing aside Riddle's wand that was pointing at her, and looked towards the pigpen.
Her self-illumination was directed at the boar that had been gutted.
"Are you all piglets born from it?" The little girl turned to look at Ian, Riddle, and Malfoy, who had been thrown to the ground, her gaze finally settling on Ian.
Her face was round and lovely, her skin was as white as snow with a faint pink tint, as if it were carved from the finest porcelain, and her curly hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.
The moonlight was dim.
However, its captivating color is hard to conceal.
"Do you think pigs can give birth to humans?" Ian rolled his eyes. He wasn't the kind of little wizard who would be captivated by little girls; he was only interested in older women.
The little girl tilted her head, seemingly dissatisfied with his answer.
but.
She returned the smile.
"Isn't that what I'm doing in my experiments?" The little girl's eyes were like emeralds, clear and bright, and when she smiled, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.
However, her lovely appearance and calm tone seemed slightly out of place.
"That's a boar!"
Riddle couldn't help but complain and offer a reminder.
"I know."
The little girl glanced at Riddle again.
"So, isn't that what makes this an interesting experiment?" Her face was exquisitely beautiful, with a faint smile on her lips, revealing an innate elegance and confidence.
Riddle was momentarily at a loss for words to refute.
He realized once again that Hogwarts was true paradise, and compared to the ancients, he was far too innocent. The Dark Lord was already at a huge disadvantage from the start in his descent into darkness.
"This person is sick."
Riddle turned to Ian and spoke.
I think so too.
Ian nodded in deep agreement.
The little girl, however, was not annoyed by their opinions.
"It seems you are not the piglets I wanted to see." Her tone was tinged with regret and disappointment as she looked at the pigpen, where no pigs had survived.
"Then you have to compensate me for my losses and for the time I wasted." She raised her hand and gently pointed to the dead pig on the ground, her voice still childish.
Yet it still carried a condescending tone.
"Oh."
Before Ian could answer.
Riddle burst out laughing.
His voice was deep and cold, carrying a chilling authority: "Little girl, you've got some nerve. You'd better get out of the way, or else—"
The threatening smile was self-evident.
"Otherwise what?"
The little girl tilted her head, displaying a curious and charming tilt.
Her behavior directly angered the Dark Lord.
"Kill them."
Riddle made a suggestion to Ian.
"She'll definitely grow up to be a bad seed!"
He even came up with an excuse for Ian.
"You idiot, didn't you see those two over there—"
Ian had just opened his mouth to criticize Riddle.
He hadn't finished speaking.
Riddle let out a scream.
The next moment, Riddle found two knights appearing in front of him, pressing him heavily to the ground as if to bury him in the earth.
At this time.
Riddle then realized what kind of magical artifacts the two knights were wearing. He didn't yet have a very high level of understanding of ancient runes.
"Let me go!"
He started roaring again.
His head sank deeper and deeper into the ground.
Two knights had already raised their longswords, the blades pointed directly at Riddle's neck. Ian watched this scene with great interest, analyzing the armor on the knights' bodies.
What?
Save Tom?
Does he seem to have a good relationship with Tom?
"Are you wizards?" The little girl raised her hand, signaling the knight to stop. She walked up to Riddle, picked up the wand, and began to play with it curiously in her hand while speaking to Ian.
"Yes."
Ian chuckled as he sized up the little girl in front of him. The two riders posed no threat to him, but the little girl clearly didn't know that she thought she had the situation under control.
"As you can see, I am a nobleman, and my family has a powerful wizard at our home. However, I have not been granted permission to learn from him." The little girl seemed very interested in the magic wand.
"so what?"
Ian continued to smile and raise an eyebrow.
He could completely see into the little girl's heart.
at this point.
The little girl probably doesn't know either.
"You showed up in my pigsty and killed my pigs. This is no small matter."
The little girl continued to act like an adult.
"but."
She looked up, her eyes brightening slightly.
"If you are willing to become my teacher and teach me that magic spell, I think I can not only forgive your behavior, but also give you a very generous reward."
The little girl's cheerful voice carried a hint of barely perceptible nervousness. Her expectant eyes were deep and dazzling like black gemstones, which made Ian feel a surge of goodwill towards her.
"He's the one who cast the spell; you should be looking for him." Ian pointed to Riddle, who was struggling on the ground.
The pressure from the two riders made him feel heavier than a boar.
"Let me go!"
"You're dead!"
"Your whole family is dead!"
His true nature remains the same.
It was screaming loudly.
The knight kept hitting him on the head, but couldn't stop him from cursing. It was only in response to his verbal attacks...
The little girl didn't seem to care much.
She was still looking up at Ian in front of her.
"I can always find the most formidable person in the crowd, and you're not afraid of my guards. I don't sense any fear from you." The little girl's gaze met Ian's.
The two were very close.
Ian could see the blush on the little girl's cheeks.
In fact, Ian did sense the fluctuations of magic emanating from this pretty young girl; she possessed remarkable talent, but he had not yet explored it further.
"Since you've realized this, it's not very smart of you to still stand in front of me." Ian didn't take out his wand, but simply raised a finger and pressed it against the little girl's forehead.
The green light is shining.
The threat of death instantly enveloped the little girl, causing her ever-smiling face to freeze, and her trembling eyes visibly filled with panic.
Not only because of Ian's fingers, but also because his two knights had silently frozen in place, maintaining their overwhelming posture as if they had turned into stone statues.
She didn't even see the wizard, who was several years older than her, casting a spell.
"How did you do that? Don't wizards have to chant spells?" The little girl tried to appear calm, but she was genuinely curious. After all, she had never seen or heard of a wizard who could cast spells without chanting spells.
"He's a legendary wizard! You compare him to your family's worthless wizard? Fool!" Riddle still couldn't get up from the ground, and he kept spitting muddy saliva onto the ground.
"Let me kill her!"
Riddle tilted his head to the side.
It could only see to the side with one eye, but it still looked at the little girl with malice.
The little girl swallowed hard.
Fortunately, Ian's answer brought a glimmer of hope back to her eyes.
"You're the idiot! Didn't you hear her say she wanted to hire me to learn magic? How dare you talk to my good apprentice like that! My time converter depends entirely on my good apprentice!"
Ian's rebuke was clearly an unexpected development for Riddle.
but.
Once he realized that this was a noble family that worshipped wizards, Riddle quickly understood Ian's thoughts.
He could only glance at the little girl with resentment and bitterness.
"You can teach me magic?"
The little girl was both surprised and delighted, her eyes seemingly shining.
"Of course, I've always believed that where there's money, there's fate. If the gold coins are right, I can even teach you how to cripple Merlin." Ian really didn't think before he started bragging.
He was twelve years old.
Legendary rank.
If he doesn't get arrogant, who will?
"This is the magic! I want to learn this magic first!" The little girl took out her purse and stuffed it directly into Ian's hand. The heavy weight of the purse did indeed make one feel a sense of destiny.
but.
Ian's current enthusiasm for gold coins is not as great as his enthusiasm for the ancient time converter.
"That's called the Killing Curse. You have a good eye. My teacher once said that if you're going out into the world, you have to learn the Killing Curse first." Ian, of course, still took the little girl's purse.
Why not take advantage of a free lunch?
of course.
He still remembers his self-proclaimed title.
"Of course, before that, I need a place to settle down and to learn about the wizards here. My servant and I have just had a disastrous trip."
Ian believed that as a descendant of nobility, the little girl could certainly provide him with considerable help, and he felt that guiding a talented little witch would be a convenient thing to do.
"Okay, no problem, teacher."
The little girl changed her tune very quickly, which can be considered a kind of cleverness.
"How should I address you?"
She had abandoned her stubbornness and arrogance, displaying a respectful attitude. Ian's ability to cast spells without incantation had already impressed this minor noblewoman; she didn't understand the significance of legends, but she trusted her judgment.
Call me Mentor Medivh.
Ian put on a disguise.
And then he began to ponder.
Perhaps this is where the story of this vest begins. If so, then his first apprentice must also have some stories to tell.
Thinking of this.
"Your name?"
He looked at the delicate little girl in front of him.
"I am the daughter of the Duke of Tintagil, a princess of Cornwall. You are my teacher, so I am entitled to a privilege." The little girl bowed to Ian.
"You may call me Miss Morgan."
The girl spoke with delight.
Because they maintained a bowing posture.
She didn't see the little wizard's terrified eyes and his increasingly out-of-control facial expressions.
The atmosphere was somewhat quiet.
The little girl Morgan looked up at the stiff little wizard, puzzled.
"No! Impossible!"
at this time.
Riddle's horrified cry suddenly rang out.
"I don't want to stay here! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!!" His explosive screams were still so piercing and filled with longing for home.