Chapter 881: Chapter 251: Unexpected! Ian’s Major Crisis! (Part 2)
Ian nodded thoughtfully. He recalled his recent research, those thoughts on the essence of the Wizard, and the conclusion that a Wizard represents infinite possibilities.
It seemed his peculiar teacher at home had not judged incorrectly.
After all, he hadn’t had the chance to share his legendary insights with Morgan, and for Morgan to arrive at such a conclusion, he must have done quite a bit of searching for Medivh while alive.
"Wizards are like Gods... able to conquer all impossibilities. This is indeed the direction I believe in." Ian stroked his chin, contemplating whether Morgan knew if he had truly succeeded or not.
He hesitated on whether he should inquire about such things.
Just as the Little Wizard was conflicted.
"Wizards can conquer all impossibilities? Perhaps only you would think so." Morgan interrupted him, her voice suddenly mixed with a weariness Ian had never heard before.
She gazed at the flames burning in the furnace.
"And the thing in The Mirror of Erised?" Morgan suddenly, unprompted, asked Ian, her thoughts elusive as always, fitting for an old woman who had lived many years.
A moment ago they were discussing other matters, and in the next, she switched topics abruptly.
"Huh?"
Ian was momentarily stunned, taking a while to realize Morgan was referring to the mysterious Alchemy creation he and Little Morgan obtained from The Mirror of Erised in the past.
"That thing."
Ian immediately pulled out the ancient metal box from his inner pocket.
"The item is here, but..."
Ian glanced nervously at the Black Witch, choosing his words carefully as he scratched his head, "Sorry, Teacher, I accidentally left your Mirror of Erised in the past."
Indeed.
Previously, the return was so abrupt that he hadn’t even managed to bring back Riddle and Malfoy, let alone the Mirror of Erised.
He wondered whether Dumbledore had brought Malfoy back.
In response to the Little Wizard’s cautious apology, Morgan rested her fair face on one hand and chuckled lightly, "Actually, you already returned it to me."
She didn’t seem angry.
Ian blinked, suddenly realizing—so Morgan’s earlier words about returning it "at the right time" meant letting her past self get the mirror?
This time loop took Ian aback. It felt that the Black Witch was indeed deep-minded and her plans were hard to guess until it was time.
"By the way, I remember Teacher mentioned a secret hidden within the Mirror of Erised that troubled you for half your life." Ian held the box, looking slightly confused.
He didn’t think that secret was this thing.
Faced with the Little Wizard’s confusion.
Morgan lowered her gaze, looking at Ian with mysterious eyes, and instead of answering, she changed the topic as if diverting the conversation, "The origin of the Mirror of Erised is also related to Medivh."
"You will discover this when you meet... my past self for the sixth time." Morgan took the box from Ian, seemingly not intending to directly tell Ian the answer.
Ian gulped.
He watched as Morgan opened the box.
The metal heart resting on the velvet was still beating rhythmically.
Those seemingly decorative patterns were in fact extremely intricate Magic Circuits, which at that moment began to emit a peculiar glow as Morgan’s slender fingers gradually approached. The heartbeat of the Metal Heart accelerated suddenly, emitting a ticking sound like a clock, with its internal mechanical sounds distinctly audible.
It seemed as though something was about to be activated.
However.
Morgan didn’t touch it but withdrew her hand, seemingly just wanting to verify some things, and after confirming, she ceased interest and closed the box again.
"Teacher, have you discovered the secret of this heart?" Ian couldn’t resist asking. But faced with his expectation, Morgan first nodded then shook her head.
"The power of the Gods will ultimately be held by you within it. Strive to collect all the pieces." Morgan handed the box back to Ian, her fingers icy as if not belonging to the living.
Well.
She’s not really alive.
"Uh..."
Ian held the box, his expression somewhat helpless.
"But how many parts of this thing are there? And where are they?" he tentatively sought assistance. "Surely I don’t have to scour all mysterious ruins?"
That indeed would be quite an impossible task.
It wasn’t just about whether he had the energy, Ian felt he didn’t even have a lifespan long enough to traverse every potentially ancient corner of this planet.
"Hehe."
Morgan chuckled softly, watching the Little Wizard in front of her with profound eyes, hinting at something.
"You don’t need to seek them deliberately."
Morgan’s voice was filled with conviction.
"What do you mean?"
Ian raised an eyebrow, asking.
"They probably exist in any possible place, but will eventually converge toward you. Among these creations is a setting called ’Extraordinary Substance Aggregation Law.’"
Morgan spoke with amusement.
A mysterious smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
Hearing her words.
Ian’s expression became quite brilliant. He lowered his head to look at the box, hesitant to speak, wanting to rant but unable to find the words, clearly realizing some "previous setups" once again!
Ian’s understanding of some information had reached a fairly clear level. He knew his three identities: one as the Raven, another as Medivh.
And the third, the True Creator in the field of Alchemy. Of course, this identity was established in the form of the Raven, as seen from the diary of a former Hogwarts transfer student.
Thusly.
He had a sense of the ’Extraordinary Substance Aggregation Law’ mentioned by Teacher Morgan, clearly a trick from the True Creator while pursuing Alchemy’s greatest aspiration of creating an artificial god. Even more poisonous than so-called knowledge, making him mentally bolt with curses rushing forth.
"However, I do quite like the mysterious..." Ian found it frustrating, reluctant to scold himself in this aspect, but he couldn’t shake off that comedic frustration.
"Alright."
Morgan rubbed her temples.
"Tired now."
She seemed like she was ushering him away, though no one knew why she felt so exhausted. Just as the Little Wizard wisely prepared to take his leave, heading to the town where Ariana and Arthur, under Pandro’s name, were located.
His Magic Wand suddenly trembled at his waist, the wand’s tip shining with peculiar light, growing stronger, as if a mysterious force was eager to burst forth from within.
"Hmm?"
Morgan also looked over in surprise.
Next.
He saw, at the tip of Ian’s wand, strands of dense silver light bursting out, wandering like lively creatures through the air as though weaving something intangible.
Ian felt his Magic Power under immense pressure.
"Not good!"
By that moment, he immediately realized something, his face changing drastically, yet he only had time to shout a single exclamation, which echoed through the silent space.
The formation of magic didn’t leave him much time to react.
Then.
Silver rays of brilliance surged out from the wand. They danced gracefully, quickly converging and transforming mid-air, and in a blink, they formed the image of a young boy holding a sword.
The young boy exuded valor, clad in silver armor, emanating a chilling aura with a sword in hand, brimful of sharpness.
"No!"
Ian’s terrified attempt to stop it was in vain.
Since.
Upon its formation, the boy excitedly raised his sword, charging forward with unstoppable momentum, swinging his sword dozens of times in a blink.
"Ian! I’m here to help you slay monsters!"
Amongst all techniques.
Speed overcomes all.
The spirit of young King Arthur demonstrated this with his actions. If in another time, Ian might’ve even offered some praise, but the direction he charged toward seated Morgan.
Dozens of strikes in a second?
Morgan seemed unharmed, swiftly parrying each strike.
However.
"!!!!"
These strikes hacked into the numbed scalp of Ian, who nearly coughed up his heart. Right there, the Little Wizard displayed what it meant to be covered in sweat in a second.
