Hogwarts: Bloodline Chapter 355 - 128: Chaos! The First Generation Was Trash!

Chapter 355: Chapter 128: Chaos! The First Generation Was Trash!

In the mysterious underground palace.

Ian found sothing bizarre here—there’s no missing mother, gambling father, brilliant younger brother, or the one who went to sea. Instead, there was a person who had co back from the dead!

"Professor Ronnie Ehrich..."

The man’s appearance as he lay on the ground felt so unreal. Having personally seen the man’s corpse, Ian’s current emotions were beyond words—he felt more bewildered now than when he discovered he might be trapped in a ti loop.

The ans left by Slytherin had already put him into a ti loop, but how could a professor who had died not too long ago be revived in this purposeless cycle?

Could there be sothing at Hogwarts that could intercept the souls of the dead? If not, Professor Ronnie Ehrich’s soul should have already traveled to the Misty Illusion Realm, or perhaps even further by now!

Ariana’s previous situation had clearly shown that Slytherin’s asures should not extend their effects into the Misty Illusion Realm.

The most crucial thing is that even if Hogwarts had remnants from Slytherin that could revive people, why was it the Saint who had only started his role this term for less than a day?

Nurous doubts.

Kept rising in Ian’s heart.

"I don’t understand! I really don’t understand!" Ian couldn’t believe Salazar Slytherin could have anticipated things happening at Hogwarts a thousand years later and left preparations and his handiwork.

Unless Slytherin is still alive and aware of what’s happening at Hogwarts, the only reasonable explanation Ian could think of is that Slytherin’s legacy intercepts the souls of the recently deceased and revives them within the underground palace after soone triggers it.

If that were true.

Such a revival must hold so significance, at least to Salazar Slytherin, ant to show or test those who trigger the underground palace’s remnants.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying, youngster... I might have suffered so unknown influence causing my mory to be jumbled, but I think I still know if I’m dead or alive."

Professor Ronnie Ehrich estimated he’d broken a few ribs during the collision with the Dragon Bone. As he got up, he coughed heavily and clutched his chest, which was still throbbing.

"No, Professor, I think you don’t understand what is happening now." Ian’s eyes still wavered slightly, but his thoughts were becoming clearer internally.

He had a strong premonition in his heart.

Just like he initially suspected, the key to undoing the curse seal was right here in this underground palace. It was tied to the once-dead, now unaware forr Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts standing before him.

"I actually find it easy to understand." Professor Ronnie Ehrich dared not pick up his magic wand. He noticed the Little Wizard’s emotional sensitivity, so he rely sighed while looking at his wand, which had fallen far away.

"As you can see, my mory is chaotic, and I don’t even know how much ti has passed. Everything indicates that I was attacked by the Imperio spell and was under the control of so Mysterious Man."

"That Mysterious Man might have t with so accident, or perhaps he used

to accomplish his purpose... so I’ve gradually regained my self-awareness from his Imperio spell."

It has to be said that Professor Ronnie Ehrich’s judgnt is also quite reasonable; his current state indeed resembles soone waking up from being under the Imperio spell.

However.

That is, of course, not the truth.

Ian had clearly seen the dismbered body of the man before him, and those body parts were ultimately verified by several professors, even Headmaster Dumbledore himself, as indeed being Ronnie Ehrich.

"I’ve told you more than once, Professor, you were supposed to be dead." Ian didn’t intend to hide the truth, nor did he fear that Professor Ronnie Ehrich would ntally collapse upon knowing it. From the way he rcilessly cast the Disarming Spell earlier, it was clear he wasn’t familiar with this professor, who had been hired for just a couple of days before passing.

"Ha, the dead wouldn’t be struck by your magic." Professor Ronnie Ehrich wasn’t ntally affected, mainly because he simply didn’t believe what Ian said.

"What grade are you in now?"

In his mory, Ian was shorter than he is now.

"First year, and it’s just around Christmas... I want to know what you still rember?" Ian replied to his question and posed his own doubt.

"Still the first year... tsk tsk."

Professor Ronnie Ehrich didn’t imdiately provide an answer; he first looked at his hand which had lost the magic wand, then at the wand that was quite distant from him.

For a newly enrolled Little Wizard who could release such a powerful Disarming Spell earlier, this forr Saint’s eyes were filled with complex emotions and a hint of fervor hidden deep.

"Earlier, I saw your Transformation Technique mark in the Owl Shed, an exceedingly impressive casting. Back then, I thought you were just a pretty good budding Dark Wizard."