Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 815 - 228: Ian Is Actually Voldemort! (2)

"Eternal Lord, stupid wolf, I didn’t see anything!" It smoothly adopted Ian’s nickname for it, though the confused tone made the situation seem even more bizarre.

The creature struggled to identify the position Ian referred to, and when its eyes proved useless, it perked its ears, seemingly trying to sense everything outside.

However.

It still couldn’t sense Cinderella or anyone else Ian mentioned.

"What did you see?"

The Big Gray Wolf couldn’t help but ask.

Ian didn’t give an answer.

Could it be that even the shadowy soul body like the Big Gray Wolf couldn’t see that woman?

His gaze flickered a few times.

"Are there other soul bodies not from the Soul Hall possessing similar methods?" Ian’s gaze once again went to the window, where the woman still stood, a mocking smile hanging at the corner of her mouth. Her lips moved again, as if she was saying something, yet Ian couldn’t hear any sound.

It was as if her words came from another space-time. Ian tried to decode her lip movements but found the syllables completely unfamiliar, not belonging to any language he had learned.

As Ian was filled with wonder, the woman suddenly shook her head, her lips moving a few more times, then the shadows surrounding her began to pulse actively.

Almost as an instinctive response, Ian raised his magic wand, pointing it towards the woman. As his magic formed, the shadows along with the woman started to rapidly fade.

In the blink of an eye.

The shadows and the woman completely disappeared, as if they had never existed. The night sky returned to its previous tranquility, only accompanied by the interwoven sounds of bats and birds.

"Hoo hoo hoo~"

Ian did not cancel the magic, but instead used fiery flames to illuminate the sky, brightening the surroundings. Unfortunately, aside from startling a few birds into flight, it illuminated nothing else.

The woman indeed disappeared; she didn’t use any invisibility techniques but left this space completely, her abrupt departure as puzzling as her unexplained arrival.

"What cool Fiery Fire!"

Little Morgan watched the flames that burned and extinguished in the night sky, not caring what wizard Ian saw in the night, only marveling at this wonderfully captivating magic—Little Morgan recognized the Fiery Fire, having learned the name from Ian and Merlin’s battle that afternoon.

"So bizarre."

Ian’s gaze remained fixed on the flame-illuminated night sky.

His heart was full of confusion.

He couldn’t understand why the woman appeared or disappeared, nor could he comprehend why only he could see her? Who was the woman in the shadows? It was forgivable that Little Morgan couldn’t see her, but it was unreasonable that not even the Big Gray Wolf from the Soul Hall could see or sense her.

It’s important to note.

Ian could not be mistaken.

That woman was also a soul body, using shadows identical to the Big Gray Wolf’s; saying she wasn’t from the Soul Hall seemed too coincidental, yet claiming she was from the Soul Hall was rather perplexing.

"Eternal Lord, what exactly is there?" The Big Gray Wolf continued his inquiry, especially curious after seeing Ian cast magic about what Ian actually saw.

"I need to review your memory later." Ian answered evasively, but the Big Gray Wolf showed no resistance, wagging its tongue inside the bottle, nodding without a second thought.

For a unique soul of fantastic creatures, getting close to a Divine Spirit is an incredibly rare opportunity, and it had heard tales of some lucky fantastic beasts being taken as pets by Divine Spirits since its youth—despite being character roles in fairy tales, they have their own familiar legendary stories.

"Teacher, help me." At this time, Little Morgan began attempting to climb into the house again, seeking Ian’s assistance, and this time Ian reached out to pull her inside.

For Ian, possessing the Legendary Physique, Little Morgan’s body felt as light as a feather; she was effortlessly pulled into the room.

"It’s warmer indoors." As Little Morgan landed, she patted the dust off her skirt, then quickly ran towards the already captivating Mirror of Erised in the room’s center with great interest. She circled the Mirror of Erised, her fingers gently stroking the frame, her eyes full of curiosity about this Alchemy Creation.

Ian also looked at the Mirror of Erised.

Except his eyes were filled with helplessness.

He still hadn’t figured out what was hidden in the mirror’s concealed space, or even found the hidden space itself. Perhaps Albus Dumbledore might have a solution?

After all.

The old headmaster once used this Mirror of Erised to hide the Magic Stone, though Ian wondered if the old headmaster knew what was originally hidden inside the Mirror of Erised.

As the little wizard pondered returning to Hogwarts to seek advice from the headmaster.

"What is its function?"

Little Morgan asked again.

Although she verbally sought Ian’s guidance, her actions had already taken her in front of the mirror, and as she paused there, she immediately found the special magic contained within the mirror.

Just looking at herself in the mirror, Little Morgan was already stunned in place. Seeing this, Ian’s heart stirred, temporarily setting aside the mysterious woman’s matter.

"What did you see in the mirror?"

Ian quietly inquired.