pertwk Chapter 179, Section 178: The Raven's Authority
Chapter 179, Section 178: The Raven's Authority
Chapter 179, Section 178: The Raven's Authority
There may be coincidences in this world, but when it comes to this witch in front of me, who loves to play tricks on others, Ian just can't believe it's a coincidence.
of course.
Since the witch Morgan had changed the subject, Ian, feeling guilty, was more than happy to oblige. He quickly followed Morgan's lead, took out his money bag, and pulled out the Mirror of Eris.
This magic mirror has been with him for a long time, and he has almost never taken it out—perhaps many people will become obsessed with it, wasting their days in front of it, becoming infatuated with what they see, and even driven to madness, but all of this is simply because people do not know whether everything in the mirror is possible.
Ian is different.
Perhaps it was the confidence given by the system, or perhaps it was his innate arrogance, but he had no confusion or worries about the future, and firmly believed that whether any goal could be achieved depended solely on whether he wanted to do it.
Having this mindset.
The Mirror of Eris certainly wouldn't hold much appeal for him.
"Teacher, your mirror has now been returned to its rightful owner." The little wizard gently placed the mirror in front of him. The surface of the mirror was as smooth as a mirror, yet it seemed to contain endless depth.
The shimmering alchemical traces within seemed to penetrate one's soul.
"I didn't expect you to actually find it... or rather, you always knew you could find it." Morgan glanced at Ian first, then walked to the Mirror of Eris and stared at the mirror.
No one knows what she saw.
The young wizard only noticed that the legendary dark witch's smile was quite deep.
"Reflecting the deepest expectations in people's hearts can sometimes be a different kind of cruelty," she suddenly remarked in a calm tone.
"The creator must have had a dark side to them." Ian also strongly agreed with this, since both Harry and Dumbledore suffered greatly because of this magic mirror in their original timelines but were unable to get rid of it.
It has a bit of a magical sea eagle feel to it.
"Do you know who made this magic mirror?" Morgan smiled without saying a word, only asking softly as she gently stroked the surface of the mirror as if recalling something.
This magic mirror is even taller than Hagrid.
At the bottom of the mirror, two lifelike claw-shaped feet support the entire mirror, making it more stable and adding a touch of mystery and majesty.
"Eris?"
The little wizard blinked and read the question randomly.
Things involving non-textbook history sometimes resemble mathematics.
I don't know, that's all.
In fact, even the learned Dumbledore may not have known much about it; he simply took it from a Hogwarts warehouse that Ian had never been able to find.
Generation after generation of Hogwarts teachers often brought back interesting trinkets from their travels, and even the story of how the Mirror of Erised came to Hogwarts is probably little known.
"My foolish apprentice, the way you interpret the name of the Mirror of Eris is truly hilarious." Morgan burst into laughter upon hearing Ian's reply.
"The word 'Eris' is merely a description of its function to the user. Why haven't you tried reading the word 'Eris' backwards?"
"Mirrors always present an image of the opposite, don't they?" Morgan simply reminded him, and Ian, who wasn't actually stupid, immediately looked embarrassed as if he had realized something.
"The Mirror of Longing?"
Perhaps this is the true name of the Mirror of Erised. The word "Erised" engraved on the Mirror of Erised, when reversed, becomes the word "Desire".
It symbolizes longing.
Just as this magic mirror can reveal the wonders that one desires.
"Yes, that's it, the Mirror of Desire." Morgan murmured softly, raising his hand again to gently stroke the mirror's surface, his somewhat wistful tone filled with a sense of enigma.
"It may really have a special kind of magic. Although I scoff at the scenes it presents, it does indeed carry a secret that I have been longing to find the answer to all my life."
A rare hint of melancholy appeared on the legendary Black Witch's stunningly beautiful face.
"Am I fortunate enough to know this secret?"
Ian tentatively began to ask questions.
however
Morgan only glanced at him.
"cannot."
Her answer was straightforward and direct.
"..."
Ian was at a loss for words.
"Well, it's your privacy after all, and I'm not the kind of person who has no boundaries." Ian could only respond with an awkward laugh, revealing his inner suspicions.
"In any case, I think you should have already answered your questions. After all, you once said that it didn't matter whether you could find it or not, so it's obviously not that important to you anymore."
Ian's opinion was not without reason, not only because of Morgan's previous attitude towards the Mirror of Eris, but also because Morgan had once allowed his wicked and beautiful senior sister to steal the mirror.
If not for the obsession being extinguished.
Morgan is unlikely to let it drift away.
"Of course, the answer has always been clear in my eyes." Morgan turned to look at Ian again, the little wizard's figure reflected in her bright eyes.
"Forehead……"
Ian felt that his teacher was even better at showing off than he was, which seemed quite reasonable.
"I remember you said it has other uses?" Ian didn't like seeing other people showing off, so he immediately and shrewdly chose to change the subject.
to be frank,
He was still curious about what Morgan could see in the magic mirror, but he also knew that he would not get any real answers to such a private question.
"What kind of usage do you think it will be?" Morgan threw the question back to Ian without giving a direct answer, perhaps wanting to cultivate Ian's ability to think independently.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all... I think it can locate the entire planet and reveal anything or any life the user wants to find?" Ian immediately combined his guess with his previous understanding of the magic mirror and gave the most likely answer.
"Yes, but not entirely."
Morgan raised his long, slender fingers and gently slid them in the air. The letters on the Mirror of Eris began to change, and their order was altered in an instant.
Erised became Eraser.
"Eraser?"
Ian read it aloud with some surprise. It was a fairly easy word to understand, but figuring out another function of the magic mirror from it was rather puzzling.
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that this magic mirror would be difficult to study without disassembling it, Ian would have already started disassembling it. However, since it was Morgan's mirror, he hadn't dared to disassemble it.
After all, no one can say for sure what kind of alchemical techniques are involved. If it's disassembled like a drone and can't be put back together... then not only will it be a huge joke, but he'll also definitely experience what it means to be humiliated.
"Yes, what exactly it can wipe away and how it will change the mirror—that's your new alchemy lesson." Morgan's cheerful words put immense pressure on the young wizard.
Even without thinking, this is probably something very difficult to find. If it were really easy to do, Morgan would never call it homework.
This is not.
Morgan's next words confirmed this.
"It's missing a small part. You need to find the missing part and then make it yourself. I recommend that you learn more about the alchemy techniques in Egypt."
Although these words seem like a hint, expanding one's alchemical techniques is not so simple.
"Do you need me to take it back?" Ian wasn't trying to avoid his studies; he was just a little surprised that Morgan, who had been longing for it for so long, didn't want to keep it.
That's what makes bad women so unpredictable.
"Do I look like someone who needs to look in the mirror every day and ask who is the most beautiful person in the Enchanted Realm?" Morgan chuckled, watching the little wizard put the Mirror of Erised back into his purse.
Ian put the money bag back into his robe.
"Of course I will still need it sometimes, but not now. In the end, it will belong to me anyway," Morgan said, somewhat contradicting himself.
This made the young wizard emphasize with some helplessness.
This fully demonstrates her fickle personality.
"I should probably go see Ariana..." Ian sensed the time he had left and felt it was time to escape the clutches of this difficult teacher.
"Your legs are your own, you don't need to ask me carefully where you want to go." Morgan rolled her eyes and waved at Ian as if swatting away a mosquito.
"If I leave without asking, it's uncertain whether my legs will still be attached to me..." Ian knew Morgan's temperament well and waved goodbye to Morgan while thinking to himself.
He embarked on the stone path that wound around the gloomy castle, and walked along the stone steps toward the town where Ariana was. The shadow of the castle was gradually left behind, and the scenery in front of him began to change quietly.
Just as the little wizard's figure gradually disappeared, seemingly blending completely into the gloomy forest, Morgan turned back towards the castle, while the ancient dragon that had been sleeping soundly on the castle opened its eyes.
"Ms. Morgan... it seems you haven't taken out what's hidden in that mirror." The ancient dragon's voice was cautious, tinged with barely suppressed curiosity. It had clearly been pretending to be asleep, and for an ancient dragon like this, the ability to see through magic was a standard feature.
"I just wanted to complete a cycle. Fooling others can only be called happiness, but fooling yourself, that's true joy... Get some sleep."
Morgan looked up at the enormous dragon, which was as large as a mountain range.
She seemed to be in a good mood.
The ancient dragon still trembled slightly. Imperceptible lines rippled across its body, as if trying to outline something on its surface.
"Alright, I shouldn't have meddled. Curiosity always kills dragons." With that, the ancient dragon lay down again and muttered something in a strange tone.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
"I really don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so sleepy right now, I just want to sleep. Even though I'm already a dead dragon, I can still feel an overwhelming drowsiness."
It looks really confused.
"Sleep more if you're tired, it's your good fortune." Morgan didn't seem surprised at all, as if she had expected the ancient dragon to do this.
"what?"
The ancient dragon stretched out its neck in bewilderment, its eyes, larger than a small car, filled with confusion. It clearly couldn't understand why wanting to sleep could be considered a blessing.
"You stupid dragon, you're hopelessly stupid... It's a miracle you were able to die of old age, more mysterious than magic." Morgan's venomous tongue reached new heights when it came to the ancient dragon.
"I didn't die of old age... I vaguely remember that when I was dying... two old men appeared and poked my kidneys..." The ancient dragon seemed to be refuting, but its voice was barely audible.
It was clearly not as if it couldn't remember the cause of its death as it had told Ian, since for any living being, its own death is certainly the most unforgettable memory.
"I have to say, you stupid dragon, you might just be lucky to have nothing..." Morgan sighed, raising his hand and pointing to the stone chess pieces scattered on the grass after the dragon had played with them.
"Open your eyes wide and take a good look inside these chess pieces. What exactly did my not-so-normal apprentice create inside them?"
In response to Morgan's words.
The ancient dragon also tried its best to open its eyes wide.
Within its field of vision.
There is indeed something faintly hidden within the chess pieces, but that thing is not real. It's not that its eyes are bad, but rather that the things within the chess pieces are indeed quite elusive.
"This is a stone statue version of Wizard's Chess, with an automatic repair function, and he also introduced his groundbreaking invention into it, giving the pieces the ability to play against me autonomously."
Unable to discern the truth, the ancient dragon chose to repeat Ian's words, even mimicking his tone, but this response only left Morgan speechless.
"Is your head, bigger than a house, full of sponges?"
The legendary black witch's tone carried a hint of helplessness.
If there is a choice.
She really does have a phobia of stupidity.
"I...I'm just really sleepy."
The ancient dragon timidly offered a defense.
It's hard to imagine that such a huge dragon could have such a timid side.
"It's a soul, you stupid dragon." Morgan wanted to drag the ancient dragon out of her castle, afraid that its stupidity would infect her house.
"This... is impossible!"
Even though the ancient dragon's mind was almost completely blank, it still stared wide-eyed in disbelief upon hearing this, as if all its previous sleepiness had vanished at that moment.
"No magic or alchemy can create a soul; that belongs only to creation..." Its words abruptly stopped as if someone had grabbed its throat when it met Morgan's calm gaze. Horror, shock, and disbelief flashed across the dragon's face.
Before the ancient dragon could even react,
Morgan has already entered his castle.
The witch sat back down on her bench, seemingly lost in thought.
A long time later.
"If I remember correctly, the raven's authority is plunder..."
She suddenly spoke.
His eyes were darting around.
Soft whispers echoed through the empty castle.
……
As the fog gradually dissipated, sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappling the road ahead, and the air began to fill with the fresh scent of earth and flowers.
Ian had now arrived in Ariana's region—a town surrounded by lush greenery, with rolling hills in the distance and meticulously maintained gardens and charmingly scattered houses nearby. Each building exuded a rustic and cozy atmosphere, and the stained-glass windows shimmered beautifully in the sunlight.
In the town square.
Pandro and Ariana's figures stood out prominently amidst the clash of swords.
"Want to practice your swordsmanship?"
Upon seeing Ian's arrival, Pandro smiled and spoke.
"I am a wizard, I cannot endure the hardships of a brute."
Ian showed no interest whatsoever.
"Wizards also need swordsmanship to protect themselves. Otherwise, if you lose your magic and wand, what means do you have to defend yourself?" Pandro's tone was somewhat serious.
"I have this too."
Ian pulled out a Gatling gun.
living comfortably without anybody's help.
This is something he created himself, and it really does emit blue flames.
"??????"
Pandroe gave him a look of utter confusion.
"Is that a gun? It's huge!"
Ariana's gaze was immediately drawn to the large toy Ian had pulled out. She may not have given up her sword, but she was quite interested in Ian's toy.
"Why did you make this kind of thing..." Pandro wasn't unfamiliar with firearms; he had made many acquaintances in the dreamlike realm and had heard of and seen such things before.
"Of course, it's for a great adventure, Pendro. I have the greatest treasure in all of Britain waiting to be discovered." Ian was still planning what he had been longing for.
Unexpectedly...
"Adventure? Treasure?"
Pandro's eyes lit up immediately.
"Count me in!"
He took the initiative to speak.
There was even a hint of pleading in his tone.
(End of this chapter)