r18novel Chapter 229, Section 228: Ian is Voldemort!
Chapter 229, Section 228: Ian is Voldemort!
Chapter 229, Section 228: Ian is Voldemort!
The sky was overcast.
The stars are sparse.
The world outside the fortress was swallowed by darkness, with only a few faint lights flickering in the wind. In a world without electricity and science, dim moonlight meant that it was difficult to see one's own hand in front of one's face.
It was an environment that many city dwellers had never experienced. Normal people couldn't see anything in such an environment, but Ian wasn't a normal person, after all.
He clearly saw the shadow blending into the night, and the woman within it. Her appearance, as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale, made the young wizard guess that this was the Soul Palace Master the Big Bad Wolf had mentioned.
Cinderella.
"Are you Cinderella?" Ian asked loudly again, seeing that there was no response when he spoke for the first time. He walked to the window, stared at the other person's location, and asked again.
A strange shadow was hovering, and a woman seemed to be wrapped in it. Her gaze was also on Ian, and her eyes showed a hint of surprise.
but.
After Ian spoke.
The woman's expression then changed.
The woman in the shadows heard the name Ian uttered, and a faint, mocking smile appeared on her face. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
It seemed to be silently mocking something.
"Um?"
Ian hadn't expected this.
Did I mistake someone for someone else?
The other person seemed to look down on Cinderella.
"That shouldn't be the case. If they are from the Soul Palace, according to what this stupid wolf said, they should respect Cinderella a lot. After all, almost everyone in the Soul Palace was recruited by Cinderella." Ian frowned, his gaze shifting back and forth between Morgan and the woman.
For a moment, Ian couldn't guess whether the woman's appearance was because of Morgan or because of him... The woman's surprised expression was obvious, so it probably wasn't because of him. Just as Ian was pondering this, and remaining on guard, his wand already poised to strike,...
"Teacher, what are you looking at?" Little Morgan turned around when Ian didn't respond, only to find nothing behind her. She turned back to Ian with a puzzled look on her face.
"Is there something behind me? Are you trying to scare me? But I'm not afraid of ghosts or anything like that." Little Morgan was indeed brave, and he spoke with great confidence.
She remained outside the window, her small, fair hands gripping the window frame, showing no sign of the eeriness or the fear that would make her want to quickly climb back inside.
"There's a wizard behind you."
Ian didn't try to hide anything; he even pointed out a location to Morgan. However, when Morgan turned his head again and looked in the direction Ian was pointing, he still couldn't see anything.
"I didn't find anything... Where is the wizard?" Little Morgan rubbed his eyes hard, carefully searching for any possible hidden figure in the darkness.
only.
Still nothing.
Her gaze lingered on the shadowy spot more than once, but she seemed not to notice anything amiss. Finally, she looked at the other areas, trying to find the wizard Ian had mentioned.
"Hmm? Take another look?" Ian looked surprised when he heard this. He raised his hand and gently wiped Morgan's eyes, giving Morgan the ability to see in the dark.
"Oh my goodness! This is amazing!" Little Morgan experienced a different perspective and felt the wonder of magic once again. She quickly turned around to look behind her.
"I only saw a nest of owls in that tree over there." Morgan was indeed looking in the direction the woman was hovering, but she didn't see the hovering shadow.
I only saw a bird's nest in the tree behind the shadows.
This is clearly not normal.
"What's going on?"
Ian's pupils contracted slightly as he carefully examined Morgan's expression, trying to find a trace of a joke in her eyes. However, Morgan's expression was unmistakably one of confusion. She had indeed not found any wizard; her eyes and emotions indicated that she truly knew nothing about the mysterious woman.
"This is interesting."
Ian raised an eyebrow.
The woman floating outside made no move during their conversation, remaining silently adrift, her gaze constantly shifting from Ian to Morgan.
"Is there a wizard hiding, which is why I can't see him?" Little Morgan asked her teacher with great curiosity, after confirming that Ian wasn't teasing her.
"Perhaps."
Ian wasn't sure either.
His gaze returned to the window. The woman was still suspended there, her figure appearing and disappearing in the night, giving the young wizard a sudden, inexplicable sense of danger.
A woman who could make a legend feel threatened?
Is he also a legend?
Ian wasn't sure.
However, the young wizard always trusted his sixth sense, so the next moment, the wand in his sleeve had silently slipped into Ian's hand.
The bottle containing the big gray wolf flew directly from the ground where the Mirror of Erised was placed to his other hand with a flick of his wand.
"Stupid wolf."
Ian pointed the bottle outwards so that the Big Bad Wolf could see the direction of the shadow.
"Who is that?"
He questioned the soul that also used shadow as its shell and came from the Soul Palace. However, the Big Bad Wolf's soul jumped and shook inside the bottle a few times.
"Eternal Lord, stupid wolf, I didn't see anything!" It readily accepted Ian's address, but its confused tone made the situation seem even more bizarre.
The guy was trying hard to pinpoint the location Ian was pointing to. After realizing his eyes were useless, he even pricked up his ears, seemingly trying to perceive everything outside.
however.
I still couldn't sense Cinderella or anyone else that Ian had mentioned.
"What did you see?"
The big bad wolf couldn't help but ask.
Ian did not answer.
Even the same shadow spirit, the Big Bad Wolf, couldn't see that woman?
His eyes flickered a few times.
"Are there other souls outside the Soul Palace who possess similar abilities?" Ian's gaze returned to the window. The woman was still standing there, a mocking smile on her lips. Her lips moved again, as if she were saying something, but Ian couldn't hear a sound.
It was as if it were a language from another time and space. Ian tried to decipher her lip movements, but found that the syllables were completely unfamiliar and did not belong to any language he had ever learned.
Just as Ian was filled with doubt, the woman suddenly shook her head, opened and closed her mouth a few times, and then the shadows surrounding her began to surge very actively.
Almost instinctively, Ian raised his wand and pointed it in the direction of the woman. As his magic took effect, the shadow, along with the woman it enveloped, began to fade rapidly.
In the blink of an eye.
The shadows and the woman vanished completely, as if they had never existed. The night sky returned to its previous tranquility, broken only by the sounds of bats or birds.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
Ian did not cancel the magic, but instead used flames to illuminate the night sky, making the surroundings bright. Unfortunately, nothing was illuminated except for a few birds that were startled into flight.
The woman truly vanished. She didn't use any invisibility techniques; instead, she completely left this space. Her disappearance was abrupt, just as her arrival was unexplained.
"Wow, that's a cool firestorm!"
Morgan watched the flames burning and dying in the night sky. She didn't care what kind of wizard Ian had seen in the night sky; she was simply amazed by how beautiful Ian's magic was. Of course, Morgan recognized Fiendfire; she knew the name of this flame because of Ian's battle with Merlin that afternoon.
"That's a bit inexplicable."
Ian's gaze remained fixed on the night sky illuminated by the flames.
My heart was filled with confusion.
He had absolutely no idea why that woman appeared or disappeared, and he couldn't understand why only he could see her. Who exactly was the woman in the shadows? It was one thing that Little Morgan couldn't see her, but it was also unreasonable that even the Big Bad Wolf in the Soul Palace couldn't see or sense her.
To know.
Ian will not admit his mistake.
That woman was also a spirit, and the shadow she used was the same as the shadow of the Big Bad Wolf. It would be too much of a coincidence to say that she didn't come from the Soul Palace, but it would be hard to understand if she did.
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"Eternal Lord, what is there?" the big bad wolf kept asking, especially after seeing Ian cast a spell, he was even more curious about what Ian had seen.
"I'll have to look through your memories later," Ian said, seemingly ignoring the question. But the big bad wolf didn't resist at all, sticking out its tongue and nodding without a second thought.
For a special magical animal soul like itss, being able to get close to a deity is an opportunity that comes only once in a lifetime. It has heard stories since it was a child about some lucky magical animals that were taken in by deities as pets - even the characters in fairy tales have their own well-known legends.
"Teacher, help me." At this moment, little Morgan tried to climb into the house again. She asked Ian for help, and this time Ian reached out and pulled her in.
For Ian, who possesses a legendary physique, Morgan's body was as light as a feather, and he pulled Morgan into the room with almost no effort.
"It's warmer inside." As soon as little Morgan landed, she dusted off her dress and quickly ran towards the Mirror of Erised, which had already caught her attention. She circled the Mirror of Erised in the center of the room, gently stroking the frame with her fingers, her eyes full of curiosity about this alchemical creation.
Ian also looked at the Mirror of Eris.
But his eyes were full of helplessness.
He still couldn't figure out what was hidden in the hidden space in the mirror, and he couldn't even find the hidden space itself. Perhaps Albus Dumbledore had a solution?
after all.
The old headmaster also used this Mirror of Erised to hide the Philosopher's Stone, but it's unknown whether the old headmaster knew what was originally hidden inside the Mirror of Erised.
Just as the young wizard was thinking about returning to Hogwarts to ask the headmaster for advice.
"What is its purpose?"
Morgan asked again.
However, although she was verbally asking Ian for advice, she had already walked around to the mirror and, upon stopping, immediately discovered the special magic contained within it.
Morgan froze, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Seeing this, Ian had a sudden thought and temporarily put the matter of the mysterious woman out of his mind.
"What do you see in the mirror?"
Ian asked in a low voice.
The young wizard had been curious about the legendary dark witch's desires for some time now. However, in the dreamlike illusion, his future teacher, Morgan, never told him the truth.
This is an absolutely perfect opportunity to find out what the legendary dark witch truly seeks and desires. I doubt young Morgan would hide anything from her.
Ian wasn't too sure either. After all, beautiful women are often bad from a young age and don't like to tell the truth. Zhang Wuji's mother mentioned this in Jin Yong's books.
Little Morgan felt Ian's gaze and stared intently at the Mirror of Erised. After a moment, she spoke, "I saw that I used magic to transform this world!"
This is indeed an ideal that sounds rather wicked.
It has the style of a dark witch.
"What kind of world?" Ian raised an eyebrow and continued to coax, wondering if Morgan, like Grindelwald, wanted to create a world with only wizards.
In response to Ian's question.
Morgan didn't take any precautions.
"It's a world where...men and women can have children on their own, and have as many litters as they want." Little Morgan's childish voice sounded very innocent.
just.
Upon hearing this answer...
Ian was even less certain whether Morgan Jr. was talking nonsense. He sensed that Morgan Jr.'s emotions seemed normal, but he still suspected that the other man might not be telling the whole truth, just like himself.
Otherwise, such a fantastical desire and dream... no matter how you look at it, seems even more absurdly evil than "making the world suffer"!
"How many nests is a good adjective...?"
Ian is speechless and difficult to comment on.
Morgan seemed still lost in the image of gazing into the Mirror of Erised.
"I saw myself standing in a radiant place, surrounded by cheering people, and then men and women were kneeling before me, thanking me for changing the world."
She continued to describe what she had seen.
nothing left.
These remarks left Ian speechless. The Mirror of Erised reveals what people desire deep in their hearts. Could it be that Morgan longs for such an absurd world?
This is absolutely ridiculous!
"What you see in the mirror is all illusion. Don't get too caught up in these false illusions, or you'll easily lose yourself," Ian reminded Morgan, echoing Dumbledore's words.
"Yes, I understand, teacher."
Morgan nodded, but his eyes did not look away.
"I just want to see the whole story."
She explained to Ian why she couldn't move her feet.
"Those people were praising me, and now someone else is coming up." Little Morgan clearly hadn't experienced watching television like this before, and she was still recounting the scene she had witnessed with a surprised tone.
"That man knelt down in front of me and handed me his gift... Huh?" Morgan's description suddenly stopped, and the next moment she reached out her hand as if possessed.
then.
Under Ian's astonished gaze.
A heavy box appeared out of thin air and landed in Morgan's hands—a scene that left Ian completely bewildered, and he even felt a sense of déjà vu.
Similar plot.
It was shown in the story of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
Those who want to obtain the treasure will find it impossible to get what is hidden in the mirror no matter how hard they try, but those who are unintentionally fortunate can obtain the mirror's gift without lifting a finger.
Isn't that exactly what Ian and Morgan are going through right now?
"We're doomed!"
Ian slapped his forehead.
"I've become Voldemort!"
His tone was quite frustrated.
(End of this chapter)