The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 253, Section 252: An Undeserved Disaster! Ian's Wrath!

Chapter 253, Section 252: An Undeserved Disaster! Ian's Wrath!

A dazzling beam of silvery-white light shot out from the tip of the staff. Morgan, who had been lounging in her armchair, suddenly tensed up, her fingertips lifting slightly, a rare glint of something unusual flashing in her eyes.

"This is.....

Morgan's voice now betrayed his alarm.

And the next moment.

The silver light gushing from Ian's wand quickly intertwined and then condensed into a figure. The handsome young man raised his longsword and charged towards the master of this place.

It's as if there are no eyes.

His only aim was to defeat any enemy who stood in his way. He was clad in gleaming silver armor, his golden hair flying wildly in the light, and he gripped a sharp sword that exuded a chilling aura.

Looks very handsome.

But it was Ian, the guardian "caster" who was sweating profusely, who was actually startled. No, he hadn't cast any magic at all; it was Pendro who had crawled out of his wand himself!

These mysterious ancient figures always possess equally mysterious methods that allow them to defy the rules that should exist, just like how they emerged from Ian's wand!

Ian's mind went blank for a moment, and he realized what had happened—this was the distress signal he had sent when he was in danger in the Black Forest, and it was only now that it was being answered!

However, the timing of this response was extremely inappropriate!

"No!"

Ian tried to stop him, but Pandro was too fast; his eyes shone with an indomitable fighting spirit.

Every sword strike carries an overwhelming momentum.

Dozens of swords per second.

We are determined to crush all enemies in our way.

"Boom! Boom!" Morgan's reaction speed was also very fast. In an instant, thick floor tiles rose up from the ground in front of her like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

However, these obstacles could not stop Pandro's advance; the bricks and tiles were shattered like fragile eggshells the moment he swung his sword.

They couldn't even slow down his charge.

All these obstacles were like trying to shake a tree. Pandelo's belief in victory was a complete misunderstanding. He was like a mad beast, leaving bricks flying and dust billowing in his wake.

"Ian! Watch me save you!" Pandro may not have realized where he was, or perhaps his soul in guardian form had a special vision.

He hadn't fully adjusted to this new perspective yet. Pandro didn't even know who he was rushing towards; he only knew that Ariana nervously told him to become a guardian spirit to save Ian.

And now.

He made a dashing entrance.

Of course, one should display the most teacher-like demeanor.

"There's no boss in this dreamlike realm that I can't defeat!"

Everything happened too fast. King Arthur's figure transformed into a silver lightning bolt, his longsword drawing a perfect arc in the air, breaking through all obstacles and heading straight for Morgan's throat.

"Damn bastard!"

Morgan's face was grim, and she cursed loudly. Facing King Arthur's attack, she disappeared from her original spot and reappeared more than 20 meters away from where she was before.

but.

This did not cause Pandro's attack to miss its mark.

because.

From Ian's perspective, it was as if Pendro had unlocked a lock; in the instant Morgan disappeared...

The figure of the boy who should have been bearing the name of King Arthur had already begun to rotate.

Morgan hasn't shown up yet.

He was already leaning towards the direction of Morgan's impending appearance, and it was unclear why, with such keen perception, he hadn't realized that the current situation wasn't the confrontation he had imagined.

"Is he just pretending to be stupid?" Ian once again judged others by his own standards. However, he didn't have much time to think. Seeing Morgan raise his hands with a gloomy expression as if he was about to unleash some powerful move, he was startled and quickly raised his wand, forcibly controlling the Guardian God form of Pandro.

In other words, Arthur Pendragon—no one knows when he changed his surname later on, but his name Arthur was indeed given by Ian.

Perhaps this is the beginning of cause and effect, fate and destiny.

"what?"

Pandro was directly pulled by Ian's wand and smashed into the collapsed brick and stone debris next to him. He emerged from the smoke, but was completely confused by this sudden action.

"What are you doing?!"

Pandro stared at Ian in confusion.

"Is this what you used to call 'bad teammate behavior'?"

He was clearly resentful, feeling that Ian was holding him back. His tone was incredibly resentful, making it seem to anyone who didn't know better think that Ian had somehow wronged him.

Ian was speechless.

"Why don't you open your eyes and take a look at where you are?"

He shouted a reminder.

"Didn't you ask me to come and save you?" Pandro scratched his head, still somewhat bewildered, but his gaze remained fixed on Ian without looking at his surroundings.

"You did it on purpose! You definitely did it on purpose!"

Ian was so angry he jumped up and down.

"I haven't needed your help for a long time! If I had waited for you, it would have been too late—no, my whole body would have been cold! Now I'm back, and this is Morgan's territory!"

He felt that Pendro might be using this opportunity to "settle personal scores." Historically, it was clear that this guy and Morgan were at odds; although they were siblings, they had been fighting for most of their lives. Previously, this guy had also used this opportunity to attack Morgan's guards, and in the end, it was Ian who painstakingly learned to repair those alchemical creations.

"what?"

Pandro paused for a moment, his eyes widening as he finally looked around, behaving like a person with intermittent blindness who seemed to suddenly realize something only at this moment.

"Oh—I see."

Pandrok grinned and continued scratching his head.

"Apologize! Go apologize right now!" Ian noticed that Morgan was extremely angry; her body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were burning with rage. Ian knew that if Morgan's anger wasn't quelled in time, the consequences would be unimaginable. He turned around and shouted at King Arthur.

What he wanted was for Morgan to hear his opinion.

"Oh, you should have said so earlier."

Pandro then sheathed his longsword and dusted off non-existent dust from his silver armor. However, he flashed a bright smile when Ian asked him to apologize.

"Well, hehe."

Pandro's smile was quite honest, but it gave Ian a bad feeling.

Sure enough, with that carefree chuckle, Pandro's body suddenly disintegrated into countless points of light.

Ian's wand receded like the receding tide.

The magical fluctuations on the staff also subsided.

The light disappeared.

The wand clicked away and returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Ian no longer felt the burden and pressure from the magic.

only.

He was not able to breathe a sigh of relief; the heart that had been hanging in his throat was about to burst out. He didn't even dare to turn his head to look at Morgan, who was surrounded by some wolves and foxes not far away.

because.

At this moment, Morgan's expression could no longer be described as "anger," but rather as a suppressed silence, like the calm before a volcanic eruption. Her fingertips still held the lingering power.

The air was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression.

silence.

A chilling silence.

Ian felt as if he were in an ice cellar.

The atmosphere inside the castle was quite thick and sticky.

It was as heavy as a boulder.

"Uh—." Ian felt a little suffocated, as if all the oxygen had been sucked away by some force. Unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, he could only slowly turn to Morgan.

but.

The little wizard could still feel his cervical spine groaning under the strain.

good news.

Morgan's expression had returned to calm.

bad news.

Morgan was too calm.

She gently smoothed the tear in her dress caused by the sword energy on her sleeve, remaining silent.

"teacher.."

Ian's voice was barely audible. He chuckled dryly, trying to ease the somewhat tense atmosphere. "I think this is a very coincidental misunderstanding—"

Faced with the little wizard's explanation.

Morgan didn't speak, but slowly raised her hand, purple energy surging around her fingers. Ian swallowed hard, feeling his heart pounding like a drum.

A chill ran down my spine, all the way to the top of my head! The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and my spine felt like it was being filled with liquid nitrogen.

This is definitely the body's response when facing an unprecedented crisis.

Have faith in your legendary physical abilities!

Ian thought to himself.

His body made the decision before his brain.

"Bang!

"

Ian kicked the door open.

He turned and ran. The young wizard trusted his instincts, and the dragon dozing outside was awakened.

It raised its enormous head and blinked its amber vertical pupils in confusion.

"What's wrong with you?"

The dragon exhaled two plumes of sulfurous, questioning air from its nostrils.

However, its inquiry went unanswered.

Ian didn't have time to explain. He leaped over the dragon's tail, draped a flying cloak over his back, and then took off from the platform outside the castle.

As it turned out, Ian's decisiveness was not wrong.

The moment Ian leaped off the ground, he heard a crisp sound of shattering glass behind him—not the sound of a window breaking, but the sound of the space itself collapsing under the pressure.

A terrifying surge of energy erupted from the castle, and the dragon was thrown to the ground before it could even let out a wail. Its massive body rolled and crashed into half of the mountainside next to it.

Ian looked back.

His expression changed drastically.

The torrent of energy swept out like a calamity, causing mountains to crumble, boulders to shatter, and trees to be uprooted, all swept into the invisible storm.

Who knows if Morgan's power of cognition is still valid!

"This isn't my fault!"

Ian shouted as he flew wildly, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the roar behind him, perhaps unable to reach Morgan at all, or perhaps the enraged Morgan had no time to ask any more questions.

Let's punish the apprentice who was also the teacher of the model.

"It's all Pendro! No! It's Arthur! That damned King Arthur!" Ian tried to speed up, but the torrent of energy was even faster, closing in on him in the blink of an eye.

no way.

The flight cloak is an old item, an older piece that hasn't been updated recently, so its flight speed is quite limited and it's no match for the torrent behind it.

Ian Chak became a raven.

but.

In the end, he held back. He knew in his heart that if he turned into a raven and flew away now, it would only add fuel to the fire, given Morgan's current anger. Ding knew how long Morgan's anger would last.

of course.

This kind of direct outburst of anger is still somewhat acceptable. What's truly unsettling for Morgan is the words he keeps hidden in his heart; his senior sister has already used the term "π" to illustrate the consequences of Morgan holding a grudge.

The terror was far more devastating than confronting anger directly. This sudden outburst of anger from Morgan...

It wasn't exactly an unforeseen disaster that was hard to accept.

At least it's done openly, instead of secretly plotting. Now that Ian Dorde has arrived, perhaps he should cooperate. Once Morgan has vented his emotions, things will probably be fine.

"Oh dear, what's going on here!" Ian hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

It immediately chose to stop its flight.

Let that torrent instantly engulf the model.

In the torrent, Ian's body, barely tangled, was like a drifting leaf, manipulated arbitrarily by the overwhelming force. He spun and twirled within it, sometimes soaring high into the air, sometimes slamming heavily to the ground.

The body kept colliding with various rocks and trees, but no excessive pain occurred.

Perhaps Morgan also had a knack for this?

Ian felt as if he had been thrown into a giant blender. Dizziness and nausea were the worst parts. After an unknown amount of time, the impact of the torrent finally subsided.

"Cough cough... "

Ian struggled to climb out of the rubble, his head still covered in a few dead leaves and wood chips, his whole body covered in dust and dirt, looking as if he had just rolled around in a garbage dump.

He shook his head, brushing the dust off his hair, and just as he caught his breath, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. It turned out that Ian had been transported to a familiar place by that force.

"Ian? What's wrong? Is the crisis over?"

Yes, in a whirlwind, she was swept away by the massive torrent to a nearby town, where Ariana was standing not far away, avoiding the rubble and decaying trees.

Well, although the floodwaters rushed towards this town, they didn't destroy anything; only a small amount of debris from the mountains and rocks landed here with Ian.

The ground was in a mess.

The Dark Witch seems to have an unusual tenderness towards Ariana's "world".

"I remember you were in a dark forest before?" Ariana asked curiously, looking around at the ground, but she couldn't find the "bestowed" creature from that dark forest.

"What's going on?"

She looked at Ian with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.

They seemed somewhat confused by Ian's entrance.

"Wait, Ariana, wait for me." Ian didn't respond to Ariana immediately, but instead patted off the messy things on his body and started looking around.

"Where's Pandro? Where's Arthur?!"

Ian asked.

Without waiting for Ariana's reply, he began running frantically through the town, searching as if he would turn the whole town upside down just to find his target.

aggressive.

"Arthur! Arthur Pendragon! Come out here! Look me in the eye!" Ian even drew his own wand.

All the houses were disassembled into individual puzzle pieces and moved to Ding.

Pendro, who was hiding in the haystack, was suddenly nowhere to hide. Seeing Bubu approaching, the little wizard, his face ashen, quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Listen to me! I didn't mean to!" He suddenly turned and ran, but the little wizard pounced on him, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, as if determined to tear the culprit who had brought him to this calamity to pieces.