Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 873 248: God of Witchcraft

A thick, ink-like fog permeated all around.

It wove languidly between the stout and uncanny trunks, moving as if alive, emanating a damp and decayed aura. In the depths of the fog-filled forest, a pair of eyes emitted a ghostly green glow, like two clusters of ghostly fires flickering ominously in the darkness.

"Who goes there?"

The gaze within the Black Forest did not seem friendly, so the Little Wizard immediately drew his Magic Wand. The moment their eyes met, it was as if the air froze.

Ian could clearly sense the confusion in the other's gaze.

"Who are you?"

He asked in a deep voice, his words echoing in the silent forest. However, the other did not respond. The eyes merely continued to fixate on Ian as if keen to perceive something.

"A wizard from afar..." a hoarse voice began from where the eyes gleamed, yet it sounded as though it echoed from all directions, as if even the surrounding rivers were repeating the phrase.

The owner of the pentagonal, peculiar eyes moved forward slowly, the mist forming a vortex around her, wrapping her entirely. Ian, however, could sense that this was an elderly woman.

"You do not belong to the Realm of the Dead."

She gazed at Ian, puzzled, her eyes full of contemplation.

"I'm just passing through."

Ian kept his Magic Wand steady, while covertly drawing a hidden Protective Rune on the ground with his toe. "If this forest is your domain, then I shall..."

He did not even finish his sentence.

The Old Witch seemed to have weighed something out.

"Passing through?"

The Old Witch suddenly burst into a sinister cackle, animating the entire Black Forest. Twisted trees opened the eyes hidden within their bark wounds.

Draped mosses turned into countless emerald green serpents.

They all turned uniformly towards Ian.

"If you're passing through, you'll have to pay the toll, my dear... Little Legendary Sir." In this instant, the Witch's voice seemed to have suddenly grown fifty years younger.

It sounded sweet as honey, enchanting and alluring.

She had already recognized Ian as a legend, yet still, she showed no intent to avoid him. Instead, she seemed eager to extract something from Ian.

It was at this moment Ian noticed changes in the surrounding environment.

The spell of Apparition seemed unusable.

This was evidently the handiwork of the Old Witch.

"Here I come~"

The Old Witch was ready to move.

Ian's Protective Rune shone brilliantly in the final moment, blocking a sudden burst of bone spikes stabbing up from the ground. He quickly leapt back, his Magic Wand drawing a graceful arc in the air.

"Flame Conquest!"

The tip of Ian's Magic Wand suddenly erupted with dazzling light.

The light was as searing as the sun, illuminating the entire Black Forest in an instant. Then, countless flames burst forth from the Magic Staff, roaring like a raging tsunami.

They surged forward, rushing towards the Witch hidden within the dense fog.

Flames rolled and twisted in the air, forming into a massive Fire Dragon. The Fire Dragon roared, its blue-tinted fury carrying destructive power as it charged at the Old Witch.

"Oh, such delightful magic."

The Old Witch seemed like an ant before the fiery dragon, yet she did not display any panic, instead giggling as she raised her hands.

Her fingers moved like a puppeteer's, and amidst the strange rhythm, Ian's magic was being distorted and transformed, the overwhelming Fire Dragon twisted into thousands of black butterflies on the spot.

Under the Old Witch's manipulation.

The butterflies abruptly reversed direction, swarming towards Ian. Their wings looked nimble, yet they shimmered with a blade-like sheen.

"Twisting reality with perception?"

Ian's pupils contracted; such a technique, he was already familiar with under the Bad Woman Teacher Morgan, but having just ascended to legendary, he had not delved significantly into this area.

Who would've thought.

To encounter similar tactics from the Black Witch in this new map. Indeed, daring to attack a legend, she undoubtedly had some skill.

It was unclear what figure this Old Witch was in history.

"Forbidden Curse's End!"

Ian swung his Magic Wand, unleashing his self-created magic, evolved from [All Curses End], instantly reducing the countless butterflies to smoke.

"Oh?"

The Old Witch showed surprise for the first time.

"Impressive."

The mist around her dissipated under Ian's magic, revealing her decayed face.

Sure enough, she was an evil villain-like Old Witch, her skin wrinkled like a dried riverbed, yet this seemingly frail elder possessed immense power.

Her deeply sunken eyes bore a pair of ghostly green eyes, gleaming with madness and peculiarity.

"I didn't mean to intrude on your domain." Ian pondered why the Misty Illusion Realm led him here, what this Old Witch's story was before him.

His attempt at showing weakness gained no goodwill from the Old Witch.

"Dear, you still don't understand, whether you intrude here is not important to me." The Old Witch raised her hand, touching her cheek exposed under scrutiny.

She seemed to be acclimating to the momentous process.