Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 872 247: Mysterious Night! Eerie Eyes! (Part 2)

Of course.

There are also drawbacks.

Maintaining such a Transformation Technique will inevitably occupy part of Ian's magic influence. But as the saying goes, everything has two sides, which also means as long as Ian doesn't withdraw his magic, then the things changed by his Transformation Technique will exist forever, the effects of the Magic Potion are the same.

Perhaps Snape's potion formula can only maintain the effect for a limited time, just like the Polyjuice Potion, but as long as Ian doesn't withdraw his magic influence, the potion's effect will last until the end of Ian's life—for Ian now, this portion of magic being occupied isn't much.

"I wonder if Harry would be willing to drink this kind of potion." Ian is not the type to force others, or secretly poison someone. He believes that as long as he puts forth the right stakes about "family," the Mr. Savior who has an unusual craving for family affection should be willing to voluntarily take this bottle of Magic Potion.

Anyway, he wouldn't maintain the potion's effect forever. As long as Lily Evans can be lured out, Ian would certainly retract his magic influence at once.

By then Harry Potter could still return to the ranks of lads.

"Hmm, I can discuss it with Harry." Ian temporarily placed the potion in his Money Bag, after all, he still had more important things to do tonight.

The entry time for the Misty Illusion Realm had already come, and Ian couldn't wait to return to that piece of homeland. He looked at the time; it had been half an hour since he wanted to sleep.

"Nothing else matters more than this." Ian had many things to do in the Misty Illusion Realm, so, he immediately conjured a Simmons bed for himself.

When the Little Wizard lay on it.

The velvet drapes closed automatically, covering the outside black-robed Skeleton and the Dementors, isolating the sound of two figures chasing each other like Tom and Jerry.

This big bed was exceptionally comfortable, given that Ian considered ergonomic design in its creation. But today, lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Occupying his mind at this moment wasn't Snape's greasy face, but all the bizarre events of the past half month. The Little Wizard didn't hold resentment towards the good uncle for long.

All that filled Ian's mind were matters of the past time-space.

Secrets about Dumbledore, the mutation of his magic... these issues, like messy ropes, tangled in his heart, refusing to dissipate.

Of course, he knew that as long as he entered the Misty Illusion Realm, found his teacher, the Bad Woman Morgan, and his personally named friends, some questions might get answers.

However.

The problem was he had insomnia... and couldn't enter. It indeed felt like a strange loop; he needed to enter the Misty Illusion Realm to get answers, but without answers, his brain was too cluttered to sleep.

"Sigh, still have to rely on magic and going all out!"

Ian sprang up with a sudden movement, rummaging through his Money Bag to find a bottle of Life and Death Potion, like drinking a soda, he uncorked it and downed the whole bottle.

Honestly speaking.

Legendary Rank Wizards have quite a strong resistance to these kinds of potions. One bottle of Life and Death Potion could knock out several elephants, yet Ian only felt a slight effect.

"Luckily, I have a big stockpile!"

Ian took out more potions.

One bottle.

Two bottles.

Three, four bottles.

After drinking five bottles of Life and Death Potion, Ian finally felt the familiar sleepiness; he immediately lay down on the bed, and his thoughts started to drift into a mysterious state.

To be honest.

This was the first time he entered the Misty Illusion Realm in a Legendary Rank state. In the past, entering the Misty Illusion Realm always felt like he was falling or passing through some barrier. This time was different—he clearly felt that he had always remained still, but an invisible "door" passed through his body.

As the door passed through.

Ian only felt the scene before his eyes gradually blur.

However.

His Thought Perception remained unprecedentedly clear, letting him perceive a truth he had never imagined, or most Wizards never pondered—his Magic Field unfolded like a golden cobweb, resonating with the silver runes on the "door" passing through him.

"So that's it..."

The Little Wizard was greatly astonished but also suddenly understood.

"The way to reach the Misty Illusion Realm is not through traveling to a place, but by transforming the state of the soul... when the soul presents a specific state, that is when one arrives at the Misty Illusion Realm."

"The Misty Illusion Realm always overlaps with reality... it's very far yet very near, without reaching this state, it's forever inaccessible." Ian didn't know if any Legendary Wizards ever discerned this shocking fact after death. He felt puzzled because many previous events had proven that the concept of "distance" should be real.

Otherwise.

He wouldn't be able to summon Ariana more easily in temporal loops, while it's much harder in the real world—yet such a fact contradicts what he discovered now.

"Perhaps... there's an explanation to dissolve this contradiction, but I still don't know what kind of explanation it is." Ian thought this might be a research direction sufficient to make him go down in history.

However.

Now was clearly not the time to ponder this question.

As his vision cleared.

Ian had fully reached the land of the Misty Illusion Realm—cold mist immediately wrapped around his lashes. The Little Wizard stood by a river that appeared to be very dark, with the water flowing like molten Obsidian, thick and quietly, but quite different from the black of the Black Sea he had seen before.

Reflections of starry glimmers could be seen on the river surface, but when Ian looked up, the gray sky held no stars. The river water was dark as ink, yet it reflected nonexistent starlight.

The starlight flickered and danced, illusory and ephemeral, as if weaving an unknown dream, like imprisoned fireflies flickering in the inky water.

"Another new map, huh."

Ian was already accustomed to such surprises. Compared to the past, he was now completely calm about this kind of situation.

Times have changed.

Ian now could find his way back to familiar grounds on his own, his Legendary Rank power allowed him to Apparate in this world relying on magic.

"Let's first see where this is."

Ian knew that he would never appear in a scene unrelated to himself for no reason, so he didn't hurry to leave but started surveying the surroundings.

On both sides of the river stood bizarre black forests.

The trees twisted like tormented bodies, as if manipulated by an invisible giant hand, their bark covered in eye-like knots, branches intertwining to form thorn arches.

Dark green moss drooped from trunks, resembling long Witch hair. The air was filled with a sweet rot scent, mixed with damp earth and some ancient herbs' aroma. The dense foliage layered thickly, blocking the sun completely from penetrating the forest.

Well.

There wasn't a sun in the sky anyway.

This place was just as eerie and unsettling as the Black Forest where fairytale villains resided. Ian wondered why a pure Little Wizard like himself appeared here.

"Fairy tale..."

In his thoughts.

Ian seemed to grasp a keyword. This forest indeed resembled the dark forests in stories heard as a child, where an evil witch used bones for a fence and Poisoned Apples for doorbells.

"Hmm?"

Just as Ian focused his gaze, wanting to look deeper into the Black Forest, his sight penetrated layers of mist, directly meeting a pair of bright eyes approaching. Those eyes were incredibly deep, an eerie dark green, with strange pentagonal pupils, clearly not friendly.

"What on earth is that."

Ian squinted slightly.

His Magic Wand appeared in his hand.

In the instant their eyes met, the mist seemed to freeze.