nownovels Chapter 178, Section 177: The Collapsed Past, Bloodline Revenge
Chapter 178, Section 177: The Collapsed Past, Bloodline Revenge
Chapter 178, Section 177: The Collapsed Past, Bloodline Revenge
Faced with the witch Morgan's outrageous and unforgettable words.
The little wizard's expression gradually changed.
His throat was clearly moving as he swallowed – a spell capable of killing a legend should pique curiosity, especially since it was so similar to the Avada Kedavra Plague. Ian should have inquired about it, but upon hearing a familiar name, he dared not utter a single question.
Did Medivh kill Morgan?
You've wandered onto the wrong set!
This isn't the traditional master-disciple relationship in the Naruto world!
What the hell is going on?! To be honest, Ian had never regretted showing off so much. He even wished he had just suffered from "sudden deafness".
"Oh...this...this is terrifying." Ian stammered, trying to calm himself down, his voice filled with genuine horror.
"You seem very nervous?"
The witch Morgan's eyes narrowed into slits, appearing like crescent moons with a smile. She waved her hand, dispelling the magic that had become somewhat out of control due to Ian's emotional turmoil, and landed back in front of Ian. The ancient dragon flew above the castle, coiling its entire body and lying down atop it.
It stared at Ian on the ground below, muttering curses under its breath.
"Mainly...mainly, I was just too shocked. I thought you had passed away peacefully, teacher." Ian quickly found a reasonable excuse for his slightly overreaction. His acting skills should have been much better than they were now, but the incident happened so suddenly that he was filled with confusion and disbelief.
Perhaps Medivh isn't his future alter ego?
otherwise.
He couldn't understand why he had killed his teacher. Just as the young wizard was filled with unease, Morgan suddenly spoke up, coincidentally answering his inner question.
"There's nothing wrong with your perspective," Morgan said, arms crossed, pursing her lips. "It's like I'm asking for trouble and choosing to die."
"You know, when someone lives for too long, they always want to find some excitement. Although I don't have Merlin's ambition, I still want to see the path ahead of the legend."
"At that time, I heard some things, well, things related to the gods. A rumor was spreading among the wizards that the secret of the gods' disappearance was hidden in a large canyon."
She seemed to be reminiscing about the past.
Perhaps this is a kind of "privilege" for legends after death. After spending so many years in the dreamlike realm, Morgan's memory seems to be as clear as if nothing has become blurred.
I forgot what I said before, I forgot. I'm afraid it was all because they were bullying the innocent little wizard!
Check it out!
Even with a wave of her hand, this legendary black witch conjured up memories from the distant past, pulling Ian directly into one of her memories.
Every detail is displayed with extreme clarity.
This is similar to the memory magic Ian learned from Dumbledore—a natural landscape unfolds, surrounded by mountains, layer upon layer, resembling exquisite ink paintings. Clouds and mist swirl among the mountains, sometimes light and ethereal, sometimes thick and heavy, adding a touch of dreamlike mystery to this land.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a golden glow on the mountains, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
A crystal-clear stream flows gently by, its water leaping and splashing among the rocks, making a melodious tinkling sound. The banks are covered with all sorts of exotic flowers and herbs, vibrant in color and fragrant with aroma. Following the stream upstream, one can see dense forests. The trees tower into the clouds, their branches and leaves abundant, providing the valley with ample oxygen and a cool, shady environment.
The forest is filled with birdsong, and small animals dart about, creating a vibrant ecosystem.
While the mountains and terrain might be somewhat unfamiliar to Ian, this forest and its inhabitants were very familiar to him; he had talked with Ariana in such an environment more than once.
"Godric Valley!"
Ian uttered the name of this illusion with some surprise, as if he had vaguely realized why Morgan lived in the area next to Ariana's after his death.
"Back then, it was still a Grand Canyon, and it didn't have this name." Morgan took a step forward, and Ian immediately followed behind, eager to know the specific cause of Morgan's death.
The two walked one after the other through the winding paths in the canyon, spending most of the day and bypassing lush forests, before finally arriving at a secluded and quiet place.
Here, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, only the sounds of nature gently echo in your ears.
"Why do we have to walk so far?"
Ian was puzzled as to why Professor Morgan didn't just set the memory node at the destination, but instead led him through what felt like a vigorous workout in the entire canyon.
"Perhaps it's because you need to remember the way."
Morgan Witch's response was somewhat baffling.
She finally stopped in front of a cliff face. The cliff face, covered with lush vegetation, was nothing special, but she directly spoke a secret incantation to the cliff.
"Ask me a question, Lord of Bronze and Fire." She spoke in Old English, not Spellbook. Ian only then realized that Morgan's memory magic and Dumbledore's memory magic were presented in slightly different ways.
Dumbledore's memory magic is presented in a way that puts the person recalling the past into the perspective of an observer, while Morgan is clearly taking Ian to relive events that happened many years ago.
All I saw was...
As Morgan finished speaking.
Countless lines began to emerge on the rock face between the cliffs, intertwining to form complex and mysterious patterns, which eventually transformed into a pair of sharp eyes.
Ian is still studying the structure of these runes.
next moment.
His expression froze again.
"In quantum mechanics, the wave function describes the state of a particle, and when the particle is observed, the wave function instantly 'collapses' to a definite state."
"Please answer me, how and why this process happened." A voice came from the stone wall, and the tone of the voice was very gentle.
It's kind of like Nana Mizuki. Yes, the familiar Nana Mizuki, asking a question in Old English that doesn't belong to ancient times, making Ian instinctively want to cover his face.
"I must not be fully awake yet."
His heart was trembling.
The last vestige of hope vanished completely at that moment. How familiar the stone wall's eyes were, like those of an eagle, or rather, those were the eyes of an eagle.
"The door knocker of Ravenclaw House..."
Ian had realized that he probably couldn't wash away the stigma of betraying his master and ancestors, and now he was curious how Morgan would answer this question that no one could answer at the moment.
"I have no idea."
Morgan's answer was unexpected.
Her subsequent response made the young wizard's lips twitch.
"But I know that the Sorcerer Supreme Medivh's favorite thing in this world is you," Morgan said calmly, seemingly having found this information from who-knows-where.
In short.
After hearing her answer.
The soft sound came again from the constantly flashing cliff walls.
"Even though you misunderstood my question, you gave a truthful answer, so how can that not be considered correct?" The entire cliff shook, revealing a dark cave.
"..."
It felt as if a million alpacas were stampeding through Ian's mind.
These are the access control gates.
Could things get any more hasty?
"Is he out of his mind?!" This thought almost instinctively popped into Ian's head. But then he thought about it again and realized that the damn door knocker was indeed a bit off.
"Look how interesting this is."
Morgan turned to look at Ian beside him with a slightly teasing expression.
"Um... I don't quite understand."
Already feeling guilty, Ian chose to play dumb.
Fortunately, Morgan didn't say anything more, just smiled slightly with a hint of pleasure, and then took the lead into the cave. The little wizard, of course, immediately followed him eagerly.
The cave was pitch black.
Morgan raised his hand and waved it lightly again.
Then a soft beam of light illuminated the path ahead.
They wound their way down the rugged stone steps, the ancient runes carved on the stone walls on either side of the steps shimmering with a faint light as if telling ancient stories.
"Um?"
Ian found himself unable to identify what the murals depicted.
"I can't remember."
Morgan's reasoning for using a universal remedy carried a hint of nonchalance.
No one can say for sure whether she genuinely can't remember or is deliberately hiding something. The more familiar you become with this legendary witch, the harder it is to discern which parts of her words are credible.
We continued walking forward.
A massive bronze gate appeared before them.
The stone gate is carved with intricate patterns.
The same ambiguity.
Only the eight gleaming characters, each positioned on either side of the bronze gate, once again stirred the young wizard's senses.
[Saving the world and eliminating disasters]
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
[Unparalleled throughout the ages]
If it were written in Old English or another language, Ian could convince himself that it was someone else's work, but the problem is that it happens to be written in bright Chinese.
The simplified version.
"..."
Ian felt his face burning. The good news was that he had met a shameless person who left even him speechless; the bad news was that this shameless person seemed to be himself, whose skin had become quite thicker.
Are you nervous again?
Morgan did not turn back.
But she seemed to know everything about the little wizard's current state.
"No! How could I be nervous! I don't even know what's going on here!" The little wizard immediately answered instinctively, but his slightly loud reply seemed a little like an attempt to cover something up.
"Oh?"
Morgan teased, drawing out the syllables as she stood before the massive bronze gate, continuously drawing out letter after letter from the countless intricate patterns on its surface.
Medivh.
She pieced the letters together to form a name that seemed to answer the eight-character description on the bronze gate, and then a tremendous, earth-shaking sound echoed through the underground cave.
"Boom!"
The bronze gate is opening.
Ian stared intently, trying to look inside.
however.
The overwhelming green light filled his vision and enveloped him and Morgan—Morgan didn't react much, letting the green light engulf her and Ian.
After the green light engulfed everything, the surrounding environment began to change.
"Phew~"
A loud snoring sound came into their ears—it was the snoring of the dragon coiled above the castle—Ian and Morgan returned to the open space in front of the castle.
"And so, I arrived here."
Morgan spread his hands and spoke lightly of his death.
"You are truly calm in the face of death."
Ian patted his chest; he had indeed been quite frightened. He was all too familiar with the light of the Killing Curse; the light emanating from the bronze gate was unmistakably that of the Killing Curse.
It does indeed have a very similar feel to his "Avada Plague".
but.
There was also a power hidden within that Ian couldn't figure out—Morgan's memories were so vivid that Ian felt as if he were truly there.
"I have no offspring or bloodline to carry on, so why should I panic? The ones who should panic are the people who find that place later." Morgan shrugged and smiled.
His increasingly cheerful words caused the young wizard's pupils to shrink slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Ian blinked incredulously.
"That's exactly what you mean."
Morgan blinked her big, bright eyes.
"Bloodline hunting...that's too ruthless." Ian forced a stiff smile, thinking that there might be a reason why some people thought he was a dark wizard.
"That was clearly a trap, and the target they wanted to hunt would definitely not be a legend like me." Morgan's words made sense; even a top-tier legend could be killed in an instant.
visible.
The magic within the bronze gate.
It's unlikely to be a design targeting Morgan. The only thing that puzzles Ian is why, now that he knows about this, his future self would still set up such a trap.
Could it be that I really have a rebellious streak?
Does he truly harbor a desire to betray his master and ancestors?
"So, the reason the gods disappeared isn't inside that gate?" Ian tried his best to calm himself down, forcing himself not to let his mind wander so as not to reveal his true thoughts.
He was genuinely uneasy. He even completely abandoned the idea of taking out the damaged weapons and equipment in the dreamlike realm, which he had planned to have Morgan examine.
"As you saw, I died quickly, so how could I possibly know any secrets?" Morgan smiled brightly again, his nonchalant attitude quite evident.
"Um, aren't you even a little bit resentful?"
The young wizard was clearly testing the limits of his teacher's resentment. Seeing this, Morgan's smile deepened, and his eyes narrowed into crescent shapes once more.
"Although I did not find the answer I was looking for... at the moment of death, I did solve another question that had puzzled me for almost my entire life."
Morgan's voice carried a hint of emotion.
She looked at the bewildered Ian again.
It was as if the conversation had suddenly changed, and they had brought up something unrelated.
"Little one, do you know that even the same kind of magic, when cast by different wizards, will have different effects not only in terms of power, but also in terms of the imprint it bears?"
"Or you could call it personal style. A skilled wizard can not only identify a user through magic, but also determine where the user learned magic by looking at the traces within the spell."
"This is the essence of lineage and heritage, and why it can still be understood after thousands of years or even longer," Morgan explained to Ian with a profound tone.
immediately.
As the little wizard's expression froze once again.
"Alright, enough of the nonsense. Let me see the mirror you found." She suddenly clapped her hands nonchalantly and changed the subject.
"Gurgle~"
Ian swallowed hard.
His gaze toward Morgan was complex—the young wizard once again felt the wicked humor of his teacher, and that chilling, unsettling thought.
At first.
The first spell Morgan taught him was the Killing Curse.
Looking back now.
Was it really just because ancient wizards always carried the Unforgivable Curse when they went out?
(End of this chapter)