The cold sun hangs in the sky.
Desolation and silence.
It's like life has become extinct.
"Shashasha~shashasha~"
Black waves hit the empty beach again and again, and the gray sand alternated between light and dark in the tide. Ian opened his eyes on the isolated island where everything seemed to have sunk in the years.
"Holy shit! New map!"
As far as the eye can see, there is an endless expanse of black water, glowing with a dark and deep luster in the morning light, like the portal of the abyss appearing and disappearing among the waves.
The waves crashed against the shore with an almost audible roar, each impact stirring up layers of black foam, which were quickly swallowed up by the rising waters from deeper depths.
This is an isolated island where you can't even hear the chirping of birds. The ocean is as sticky as ink. There is no familiar blue or green, only the bottomless black.
Obviously.
This is not Ariana's peaceful town, nor is it Mara's gloomy old castle, but a brand new area among Limbo that Ian has never set foot on.
Mysterious.
Weird.
I don't know who is trapped in the stop, showing a heart-stopping color.
"According to what Teacher Mara said, Limbo will respond to my inner desire, but today I don't long for new things. I only long to bring No-Nose's Riddle home."
Ian held a small box under his arm and two boxes of Chocolate Frog in his hand. He looked around at the indescribable lonely desert island and only saw a lonely cabin not far away.
"Could it be because I brought Horcrux and Limbo of Riddle to Promised Land of Riddle?" Ian approached the cabin curiously.
The cabin is made of rough logs, and time has left mottled traces on its surface. On the small windows, dry vines are half-covered, blocking the things inside.
A lifeless island, or a cage of Riddle?
"It makes sense. No one can make him pretend. He can't even find an ant. Riddle is going crazy. His favorite Avada Kedavra can only chew on his own head."
Ian wanted to enter the wooden house and take a look. He stretched out his hand towards the mottled wooden house door. However, something strange happened without warning at this moment.
"Huh?"
The moment Ian raised his hand.
Both the line of sight and space seemed to be distorted.
He found that the door of the wooden house was pushed into the distance by some force. Even though he was standing in front of the wooden house, the distance between the door and his palm seemed to be infinitely widened.
It's like being in a kaleidoscope of the world.
Ian even felt a little dizzy.
And when he put down his hand, all the abnormalities disappeared again, as if they had never appeared. The wooden house was still in front of him, and the surrounding environment was still deathly quiet.
"What the hell, I didn't even blink, why is it like the frame is skipping?" Ian muttered in a low voice. He repeated the experiment several times but still got the same result.
He stood at the gate unwilling to give up, and his whole body suddenly jumped forward, and the next moment, he fell onto the grey-brown salty and wet soil that had a somewhat stale smell.
"Bah, bah, bah!"
Ian raised his head while spitting out sand.
The cabin was still there, but it was as if the cabin suddenly took a step back in an instant, avoiding his "forced" contact that might have been unethical.
"Is it because I'm not Tom. Riddle, so I can't enter this special cage?" Ian sat on the ground speechlessly and sighed depressedly.
On this Limbo trip, I'm afraid I can only wait here silently to leave? The color of the sea water is so weird, otherwise I might be able to jump in and have a swim.
"I regret not bringing a fishing rod in." Ian had no hope of whether there would be any fish in the black water, but being an air force guy was obviously more interesting than playing in the sand.
"Little guy, how rude of you to call my home a cage."
suddenly.
The door of the wooden house opened slightly, and a long-haired woman wearing a plain robe stood inside the wooden house, looking at Ian with an expression full of helplessness.
"It's not you I'm waiting for... that's all."
The woman has long hair that shines like silver, like the brightest star in the night sky. Even though she is plainly dressed, she still has an otherworldliness that cannot be ignored.
Outstanding appearance.
But it can't overpower the more prosperous temperament.
It's like a shining star left alone in the world.
"Madam, have you had breakfast? I brought you a gift." Ian sat on the ground and looked up at the woman, stunned for a moment, and then quickly raised the two boxes of Chocolate Frog.
This is a gift for Ariana and Pandero, but before the gift is given out, is it a kind of wisdom to change the recipient of the gift according to local conditions?
After all, you are trespassing on someone else's territory.
"Is it for me?" The woman smiled.
"Yes now."
Ian's little head nodded.
"Reckless, cunning... interesting qualities." The woman chuckled, took the Chocolate Frog from Ian's hand, and gave a comment that did not surprise Ian.
"Sorting Hat said that I have the qualities of the four academies and am the natural heir to the Hogwarts Castle land title. Therefore, I may be a little bit easy for others to misunderstand." Ian climbed up from the ground in a hurry, raised his hand and patted the dirt on his robe, and smiled as if he was a little embarrassed.
Just now, when he saw the face of the woman in front of him, Ian already knew whose territory he had entered.
Rowena·Ravenclaw.
One of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Four Founders, the founder of Ravenclaw House, lived in the early Middle Ages. Her wisdom and creativity made her one of the greatest wizards at that time. Ian had passed by Ravenclaw's lounge more than once, and the appearance and posture of Founders in the college had naturally been deeply ingrained in her mind.
If Ian still can't recognize it like this, perhaps we should wonder if some of the people in charge of the college took kickbacks from the masons when they carved the stone statue for Four Founders.
"If you need a land deed, you should go find Salazar." As if curious about the snacks of later generations, Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw opened the package of a box of Chocolate Frog. Before Chocolate Frog, which had been given a one-time magic inside, could jump out, she pinched her thick neck as if she had expected it.
The cards in the packaging box fell to the ground.
It seems like a coincidence of fate.
It's the card about Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw himself, but the artist's level may not be too high, and the portrait on it is much inferior to the person himself.
"The land deed is not important, but my uncle is the dean of Slytherin. Maybe I should also visit my ancestors. Didn't Professor Slytherin choose to live near you?" In terms of getting close, Ian has always been difficult to find opponents. He was a little curious about the current situation of Four Founders in Limbo.
"You are my third visitor. Godric and Helga have both gone further, but I am still waiting... I have a late apology that has not yet been delivered."
Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw did not respond directly. She gently stroked Chocolate Frog, and Chocolate Frog, which had stopped moving, began to kick up its legs again.
"Perhaps I can help you?" Ian came up curiously. He saw Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw placing Chocolate Frog in his hand on the gray-brown soil.
It is no longer just the jump when opening the box, it is just a frog made of chocolate, as if it has been given life, bringing a vitality to this empty island.
"Guaguagua~"
Chocolate Frog even made a cry.
"Any request has a price, so what is the price of the help you want to provide, little guy." Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw squatted on the ground.
She turned around and looked at Ian who was amazed by the little frog with a smile.
"Of course there is no cost. It is my honor to help you. You may not know that Sorting Hat almost sent me to another college, but in the end it still felt that I was a little more like you." Ian approached the suit, patted the back of the robe, and turned around to reveal the Ravenclaw House logo.
"I'm not as shameless as you." Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw's smiling expression did not change. She had obviously already figured out which college Ian attended.
Thousands of years.
Some traditions never change.
"Are you waiting for the Grey Lady? The Grey Lady is a kind-hearted girl, but she is a little timid." Ian praised Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw's child.
He has realized who this Founders is waiting for.
Helena·Ravenclaw.
Little wizards like Hogwarts will call it the Grey Lady.
She is a proud, timid, face-conscious, but kind-hearted and cultured lady. Back then, she stole Diadem of Ravenclaw because she wanted to become smarter than her mother.
Rowena·Ravenclaw, who was seriously ill, wanted to see her for the last time, but in the end he was unable to do so because of her pride and timidity. This is a regret that has existed in the hearts of the two mothers and daughters for many years.
"I knew she would choose to become a ghost, but I didn't expect that she would still want to avoid me until now." Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw's voice was filled with helplessness.
Girls in the rebellious stage are always more likely to make their parents sad and uneasy.
In recent years, Helena was deceived by the scumbag Voldemort into stealing Diadem's feelings, which actually proves how reasonable Rowena·Ravenclaw's concerns about her are.
"Maybe it's because she doesn't dare to face you. After all, in her heart, you have always been that majestic mother. This image will only deepen with the passage of time." Ian said softly. He didn't understand how boring waiting for thousands of years was, but he also knew how bloody the entanglement between these two mothers and daughters was.
"Are you familiar with my child?" Rowena·Ravenclaw was noncommittal about Ian's relief. She raised her head and looked at the sky, "If the operation of Hogwarts has not changed, and there are no errors in my observations, you should be the little wizard who has just started school and entered Hogwarts?"
I don't know what kind of method, but I was able to observe the real time in Limbo. Ian looked up for a long time but didn't find anything special in the sky.
It's just a sun.
"To tell you the truth, I love communicating with people. The Grey Lady agreed to help me monitor Peeves's movements yesterday afternoon. I planned to show her Diadem after I repaired it." Ian told the truth.
"Is Diadem broken? After you repaired it, didn't you want to return it to her?" Rowena·Ravenclaw looked at The box Ian left on the ground - when Ian fell to the ground, both Chocolate Frog and the box containing Diadem fell to the ground.
Today.
Although the box has not been opened.
But Rowena·Ravenclaw can still know that the things placed inside are their own.
"Isn't it enough to look at it? She has... passed away." Ian blinked, and his answer made Rowena·Ravenclaw feel like he couldn't help laughing.
"Do you hope to gain wisdom with it?"
Rowena·Ravenclaw walked towards the place where the box fell.
"Acquiring wisdom is not important to me. What I value is its symbolic meaning. It needs to return to Ravenclaw House. It is the treasure you left to us."
Ian shook his head and answered righteously.
However.
But after Rowena·Ravenclaw picked up the box, he looked at Ian with his eyes that seemed to see through everything, with a half-smile of disbelief on his face.
"I want to hear the truth." She said.
Ian chose to avoid the gaze of Rowena·Ravenclaw.
"Then... just think that I want to gain wisdom." Ian's voice became softer, as if he was a little unsure. In front of Hogwarts, the former wise man Founders, he felt a little overwhelmed.
No way.
This is Founders from Ravenclaw.
A symbol of wisdom.
No one has ever doubted whether Diadem of Ravenclaw can bring wisdom to people, which is enough to show how convincing the comments about Rowena·Ravenclaw are.
"You still haven't told the truth. There are many people who want to pursue this Diadem and obtain the wisdom and blessing it can bring, but you probably won't be one of them."
"Diadem will only bring two kinds of people to me, one is my blood relative, and the other is... the truth I long to know." Rowena·Ravenclaw opened the box.
She grabbed the worn-out Diadem with her hands.
"It contains the spirit of an evil wizard..."
Ian was about to give a reminder, but then he saw Rowena·Ravenclaw stretching out his other hand and pulling out a dark twisted thing.
It twisted and rolled, but was still held by Rowena·Ravenclaw with one hand, like a ball of mud. The faces that kept emerging in the black mist were full of anger and resentment.
"Let me go! Despicable bug! You dare to steal my Horcrux! I am the great Dark Lord! I will kill you all! No one can stop my return!"
The remnant soul of Voldemort was roaring and roaring, sharp and harsh, like sharp claws tearing at the air, which made Ian unable to help but cover his ears.
"Anyone who calls himself Dark Lord is an idiot. Who is a serious entrepreneur who would call himself Dark Lord?" Ian couldn't help but comment on Voldemort's Soul Fragment, who may have a really abnormal mind.
He brought this Horcrux into Limbo, originally intending to get rid of Voldemort's Soul Fragment with the help of teacher Mara. Unexpectedly, Diadem was now returned to Rowena·Ravenclaw.
"Tsk tsk, Herpo is really harmful." Rowena·Ravenclaw just pinched Voldemort's Soul Fragment's mouth, and then Voldemort's Soul Fragment's mouth seemed to be sewn shut. It struggled but could no longer make any sound, and the surrounding environment became quiet and peaceful again.
"Who is this guy?" Rowena·Ravenclaw held Voldemort's Soul Fragment with one hand and looked at Ian. No matter how the terrifying black mist surged, it could not escape her palm.
"Tom. Riddle, the one who is causing harm to the entire wizarding world in this world... Dark Lord? He introduced himself, but you didn't hear clearly." Ian looked at the creator who was calmly handling Voldemort's Soul Fragment.
He had some whims, and he didn't know who was the more powerful ancient witch, the autistic witch Mara, or the ascetic Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw?
Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw should be more powerful.
After all Four Founders.
"Can this also be called Dark Lord? I thought he was trying to deceive and scare me... In our era, no demon king would believe Horcrux's lies." Rowena·Ravenclaw looked at the black mist in her hand in shock. She threw the remaining soul of Voldemort to the ground in disgust.
His expression was full of disgust.
Still a little... complicated.
"Times are going backwards, it's normal, it's normal." Ian stared at the remnant soul of Voldemort in amazement. After arriving at Limbo, Voldemort only had a ball of mist and his head left.
The head with its mouth sewn shut was unable to make a sound.
His eyes were filled with the resentment of being insulted, and the wisps of black mist behind it could not turn into entities, so that he could only roll like a ball.
"He's staring at me! He's probably still scolding you!" Ian looked at Voldemort's Soul Fragment staring at him viciously, stepped forward and stepped on Voldemort's Soul Fragment's face.
It was originally the shape of a nose.
The face of No-Nose was instantly trampled by Ian into the "limited style".
"Tom, you are indeed a born bad guy! I kindly took you on a voyage, but you didn't appreciate it. I didn't even ask you for the voyage fee. Your other souls are definitely not willing to help you pay."
Ian kicked Voldemort's head several times as if it were a football.
"Kick him into the Black Sea, and the Black Sea water will take him away." Rowena·Ravenclaw was stroking her damaged Diadem. She didn't seem to feel any distress.
Just a little regretful.
"Where will you take him?" Ian kicked Voldemort for a while, then stepped on Voldemort's head, and looked curiously at the endless Black Sea outside the island.
"Wherever Herpo is, he will go there. He will never see the light of day and have no future. This is the price of Horcrux." Rowena·Ravenclaw seems to know Horcrux very well.
"It sounds miserable, but... I don't think it's miserable enough?" Ian lowered his head and looked at the head at his feet. Voldemort's resentful eyes seemed to want to eat him alive.
If you still have hands.
He must have wanted to immediately release Avada Kedavra to Ian ten times, no, twenty times. As for why other magic was not used, it was naturally because Voldemort loved Avada Kedavra deeply.
"Not enough?" Rowena·Ravenclaw looked Ian up and down.
Ian nodded.
"I've been playing with him for so long, and he still stares at me..."
There was a hint of anger in his voice.
Rowena·Ravenclaw was stunned for a long time.
"Are you sure you're not lying to me? Is he really the Dark Lord who brought harm to the world?" Rowena·Ravenclaw's voice had a somewhat strange flavor.
"Your wisdom is unparalleled in the world, can't you see how evil he is like this?" Ian picked up Voldemort's head and pulled away the dark mist under it.
Somewhat sticky.
But it can also touch the essence.
Rowena·Ravenclaw looked at his behavior and fell silent for a long time.
"By the way, there is something I almost forgot to tell you. In fact, he deceived your daughter's feelings and deceived your Diadem into Horcrux."
"Diadem is all trivial, and I can tolerate it, but what I can't tolerate is his behavior. It's because of his deception that poor the Grey Lady has cried for decades at Hogwarts."
Ian expounded the charges of Voldemort with righteous indignation.
Finally.
He also added, "I think the Grey Lady's delay in stepping into Limbo is also related to his deception. The guilty the Grey Lady will definitely feel that he has no face to see you."
What evil intentions could the little wizard have?
He just likes to complain.
Rowena·Ravenclaw's expression did not change.
She gently raised her hand.
Countless gravels formed pictures in mid-air, like three-dimensional images. In Ian's eyes, it seemed like some kind of truth was shown over and over again in an unobstructed view.
"If you read the textbook before school starts, you should know the story of Quintaped. This means that Transfiguration can actually have a very good space for exploration at the soul level."
Rowena·Ravenclaw is about to enter the house with Diadem.
"You still have some time, learn it, little Raven." The voice of the founding giant was full of meaning, but the reason was unpredictable.
"Diadem Are you going to stay?"
Ian Although I feel a little regretful, after all, the property is returned to its original owner.
"Yes, that's it. Without this special Portkey, the next time you want to find me, you have to travel through your country and fly over the Black Sea that isolates everything."
Rowena·Ravenclaw's words are a bit confusing.
My country?
Ian frowned slightly.
"Fly?"
He was also very puzzled by this.
"Become Raven... Of course you can do it. If you can still fly to me, I will repair and transform this Diadem, and then let it have the true meaning of a crown."
The voice fell.
The door to the cabin was closed.
On an empty island.
Only Ian, with his feet on Voldemort's head, was left standing in the wind.
His head was full of confusion, while Voldemort's Soul Fragment's head was full of filth and mud. In mid-air, the picture scroll formed by gravel was still silently explaining the knowledge from Rowena·Ravenclaw.
[You have observed the evolution of Transfiguration's origin, Transfiguration's proficiency +16]
[You have observed the evolution of Transfiguration's origin, Transfiguration's proficiency +32]
[You have observed the evolution of Transfiguration's origin, Transfiguration's proficiency +11]
An unprecedented enlightenment!
When Ian's eyes reflected the gritty paintings, he seemed to be following the ancestors at the birth of magic, from the very first "flame" to the majesty of the prairie fire.
knowledge.
It is being understood and digested by him in a way that Ian has never imagined.
"You are not allowed to look, this is for me." In the process of continuous enlightenment, Ian did not forget to stamp Voldemort's Soul Fragment's face-down head into the dirt.
Time is passing.
Bit by bit.
Either fast or slow.
It does not have any specific measurable standard, it is just a feeling. Ian was immersed in the joy of constantly gaining, and half a day passed by him in a hurry.
[Transfiguration(Level 5)32/1600]
When extraordinary skills are improved in this inheritance that spans thousands of years and transcends life and death, the special gift that Ian cherishes is also conceived.
[Congratulations, your skill has exceeded level 5 and you have obtained extraordinary characteristics.]
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An extraordinary characteristic named [Shape of All Things] appears on it.
As the name suggests.
It allows Ian to apply Transfiguration to anything, including souls, including life. The most important thing is that it will give Ian... contempt for Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration!
"Except for the rule of making something out of nothing that still remains unshakable, the other four rules are nothing in my eyes." Ian failed to bring the magic wand into this world.
He didn't know the reason.
But he can't use a magic wand for the soul Transfiguration.
"My own uniqueness allows me to rub my soul with my hands..." Ian grabbed Voldemort's Soul Fragment on the ground and began his experiment after making rapid progress.
"This is Lady Ravenclaw's order. If I'm to blame, I only blame you for being a scumbag." Ian bullied Voldemort's Soul Fragment who couldn't speak, and he kept rubbing Voldemort's remaining soul.
Conceptual power is at work.
Voldemort's remnant soul feels that its essence is being distorted.
However.
There was nothing he could do about it.
Even the eyes that could show resentment were quickly pulled down by Ian. After a moment, a slug with the face of No-Nose Riddle was put on the ground by Ian.
It squirms and wants to stay away from Ian.
"Guaguagua~"
Chocolate Frog, who was given "life" by Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw, was immediately attracted and began to chase Voldemort slug relentlessly.
It has no tongue.
There is no way to swallow a slug.
But this does not affect the frog's instinct, making it constantly want to chase Voldemort. In order not to be stepped on by a Chocolate Frog, Voldemort can only crawl away like crazy and squirm.
"From now on, your name will be Spike."
Ian gave Chocolate Frog a name.
He turned and looked at the cabin.
The door has been closed.
The position of the window also makes it difficult to see clearly what is happening inside.
"Thank you for your teaching."
Ian bowed slightly.
The figure began to fade away among Limbo.
He didn't know.
On the other side of the window of the cabin, Rowena·Ravenclaw had been standing there, watching him quietly, until he disappeared into this isolated island that had not been visited by anyone for who knows how many years.
"An unexpected surprise. Little Raven did not expect to fly a miracle back then. Now, fate has actually made him fly in front of me again."
Rowena·Ravenclaw whispered in a low voice, her thoughts seemed to go back many, many years ago.
The end of all life in this world is death, but before death comes, wizards can have more choices to prolong or escape death.
However.
Only the wise can decipher it.
All means are just futile delays.
Death may be postponed, but it will always arrive in front of you, and when the moment of death truly arrives, it is the last choice that wizards need to face in this world.
Rowena·Ravenclaw chose to take a step forward, so Raven, who had signed a contract with the family, arrived as promised and took her across the mountains to fly with Land of the Dead to the Black Sea.
This is a reunion after many years.
Cleared up some doubts.
It brought new doubts.
"A contract that spans dozens of centuries, is it for the present or... the future?" Rowena·Ravenclaw turned his head and looked at Ruined Crown that he placed next to him.
"I understand a lot, but I can't fully understand fate..." She gently opened another pack of Chocolate Frog, and took out the card in it with a complex expression.
The vivid characters move lifelike on it.
"A thousand years in this world, tell me, where has fate taken you?" Rowena·Ravenclaw seemed not surprised by the character he drew from Chocolate Frog.
on the card.
A man in black robe crossed his arms, looked arrogant, and smiled wantonly.
"I would rather you don't care about us, and I hope you don't be stupid... my friend, Salazar."
Big, big, big
(End of chapter)