Reborn at Hogwarts

In the hazy light and shadow, Ivan couldn't see the woman's face, he only watched her silently walk out of the lake and came to him.

She raised her hands, and—

nothing.

show me your hands

Ivan was stunned.

Then, he saw above the woman's hands, a red light quickly condensed, and finally turned into a rectangle——

Before Ivan could clearly see what that thing looked like, a strong palpitation hit him, and he suddenly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the Ravenclaw dormitory.

"……what's the situation?"

Ivan let out a breath slowly.

What does this dream mean?

Did I, unknowingly, get into trouble again?

So be it.

He ruffled his hair and sat up on the bed.

I glanced at the time.

Twelve o'clock sharp at midnight.

The roommates were still fast asleep, and the room was snoring loudly.

Ivan shook his head, he was no longer sleepy.

What happened this morning came back to mind.

Paracelsus disguised as Nico Flamel, and Geralt Vesemir, the man in black who confessed his identity.

And that black feather lingering around him.

They're all things that make your scalp tingle just thinking about them.

Plus those secrets related to the kingdom of the dead and the present world.

Ivan sighed silently.

In his field of vision, patches of pitch-black feathers were flying in front of him, slowly falling towards the ground.

He tried to reach out to pick one up, but just like at Nicole Flamel's house, the black feather fell straight through his palm and fell to the ground, where it disappeared in wisps of black smoke.

After Paracelsus, disguised as Nico Flamel, induced the hidden curse, Ivan found himself able to see the feathers.

When the magic power in his body started to work, black feathers would appear beside him, and at the same time, Ivan could feel a faint pain coming from deep in his brain.

These feathers, which are suspected to come from Hrasvarger, seem to be absorbing his magic power?

No, maybe not...

Mana usually causes fatigue and pain only when depleted.

Ivan could feel that his magic power was extremely abundant.

If it turns into an elemental state from now on, it will be enough to last until after dawn.

If not magic, what would it be?

Ivan was horrified.

It will make people feel physical pain, is it absorbing his vitality?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

Although there is no definite evidence yet, he hastily stopped the magic in his body.

The faint stabbing pain in the depths of his brain didn't disappear immediately, and after a while, it didn't stop until the black smoke formed by the black feathers fell to the ground completely disappeared.

Tut tut...

There were more and more unlucky things, and they collided as if they had been discussed.

Perhaps this is the treatment that time travelers deserve?

He wanted everything to follow the original book, but two guys who wanted to destroy the world came out.

What's even more frightening is that they don't know how many like-minded people hide behind them.

Ivan didn't think people like Paracelsus and Geralt Vesemir would fight alone.

With just the two of them, the possibility of achieving the ultimate goal is very slim.

Dumbledore, who had already learned of their plot in advance, would definitely not choose to catch them without a fight.

Either unite with their own Ministry of Magic, or summon their own forces, or disclose this matter to more high-level wizards.

Ivan felt that what he could think of, Paracelsus and Geralt must also think of.

They must have taken countermeasures.

Just don't know when it will kick in.

If possible, I really want to go back to the original world... Ivan thought silently in his heart.

But now that he has come here and is caught in a situation...then, he must do what needs to be done well.

Ivan put on his coat, picked up his wand and left the dormitory.

Let's start with Riddle's scattered Horcruxes.

...

On the land that seemed to be shrouded in eternal night, with the sound of continuous explosions, figures in black robes appeared here one after another.

They wore uniform black robes, with hoods covering their faces. As soon as they appeared, they separated in silence.

Standing separately on the snow-covered ground, they neatly took out a crimson stone from their pockets.

If it were a certain alchemist standing here at this moment, he would be so shocked that he could not speak at the scene that he had not seen in a thousand years.

The crimson stone held up to the sky by the people in black is the highest crystallization of alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone!

Although the size is quite different from the real sage's stone, whether it is the characteristics or the fluctuations of magic power emanating from it, there is no doubt that these dozens of men in black are holding real sages in their hands stone!

"How many years have you seen such a big battle?"

Paracelsus, who was standing far away on the cliff, looked at the men in black holding the Philosopher's Stone with a smile.

There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"I can't remember. After all, I've lived too long." Geralt Vesemir shook his head and took out a diary.

Turned over one of the pages.

"You got it from Ivan?" Paracelsus asked with interest, "Did he not fight you hard?"

"He knows what he is capable of."

As Geralt said, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it palm down on the blank paper of the diary.

In an instant, the light shines!

When Geralt put his hand on the diary, it seemed that the blazing light from the sun gushed out from the thin pages, and Geralt was submerged like a sea tide.

Paracelsus moved two steps aside, letting the light pass by his side.

He looked a little surprised.

"So it's true..." He murmured.

In the light, a figure was gradually outlined.

Geralt backed out of the circle of light.

He stood on the edge of the light, holding a diary, silently watching the gradually formed figure in the light.

As if facing a huge resistance, the figure stopped when it was about to reveal its face.

At the same time as there was no more movement, the light quickly faded away.

A woman with long black hair and a shawl appeared in front of Geralt and Paracelsus, but the face was empty and there was nothing.

She didn't seem to have a personal consciousness, just like a fragment cut out from the light, after being molded by magic power, she floated motionless in front of the two of them.

"Is it really necessary to do this?"

Paracelsus asked softly.

"We have no other choice," Geralt said. "From the moment we got that book, our team has been divided."

He took a step back.

Come to the side of the cliff.

Then, he shouted to the people in black under the cliff.