Chapter 627: Chapter 175: Hogwarts, the Last Fairy Tale (Part 3)
A voice was heard.
Morgan gently nodded.
Unexpectedly, a book appeared out of thin air and was handed to Ian.
"????"
The Little Wizard was sowhat puzzled.
"Forgotten how to study?"
Morgan’s eyes held a hint of teasing.
"Uh, alright." Ian sighed helplessly, took the book from Morgan’s hand, and began to cram knowledge urgently on-site. Indeed, he found the information he wanted in this "Celtic Mythology Record."
In Celtic mythology, there is indeed a Sun Goddess nad Alwen. Her na ans "Golden Wheel" and symbolizes the radiance of the sun.
Legend has it, wherever Alwen goes, each step blossoms into four white clovers, thus she also has the nickna "White Footprint."
This Goddess erged from darkness, scattering spring flowers across the earth with her footsteps, awakening new life from the death of winter. Her golden wheel unites heaven and earth, touching the sky with her cloak of golden flas. Plants associated with Alwen include the hawthorn tree, representing magical wisdom, fertility, and... immortality.
"No wonder it told
it could not die..."
Ian finally unraveled the doubt that had troubled him for a long ti. Perhaps the Black-robed Skeleton had truly forgotten Its own identity, but evidently It had not forgotten Its authority.
Just as the Little Wizard learned about the Sun Goddess and wished to delve further into Celtic mythology.
"Co back with
first, you have plenty of ti." Witch Morgan suddenly glanced into the distance and, without any warning, grasped the Little Wizard’s arm with her long, fair hand.
"Sizzle~"
A portal appeared right before them.
"But I have yet to claim my reward."
Ian was sowhat unwilling to leave, glancing back at the hall where the frozen King and Queen maintained their previous posture. He was very curious about the rewards from this couple.
"I can freeze ti here, can’t you see what that implies?" Morgan spoke with resignation but noticed the Little Wizard still peeking behind.
"This is rely a determined past, directly erased from reality; you cannot change it or gain anything from it."
Morgan’s words doused Ian’s desire for the reward.
But it didn’t extinguish all of Ian’s curiosity.
"They can interact, though."
Ian thought of his interactions with the King and others.
"Like I said, it was ant to happen." Morgan pulled Ian, attempting to lead him through the portal, frequently glancing into the distance.
"But I haven’t even seen Sleeping Beauty yet!" Ian remained persistent, eager to see what Sleeping Beauty looked like for a long ti, a desire akin to being clawed by a hundred cat paws inside.
This yearning was intensely overwhelming.
So intense it seed impossible to pinpoint a reason.
"Okay, let’s go back. I’ll transform a storybook for you that includes the beginning and end of this tale." Morgan, realizing she couldn’t tug Ian away, conceded by speaking as if coaxing a child.
"..."
Ian wished to argue that a storybook couldn’t compare to witnessing firsthand; he couldn’t poke Sleeping Beauty’s nose in a book. Yet, noting Morgan’s increased insistence, Ian had no choice but to settle for the lesser option.
"Can you teach
how to halt the operation of these echoes from the past?" Ian pondered that since he couldn’t see Sleeping Beauty, he might as well learn sothing valuable to compensate for his loss.
After all.
This was already the second ti.
No one could say for sure whether he might encounter similar situations in the future.
"That’s very simple... of course, the premise is that the matters involved in the echo cannot exceed your own power; otherwise, it could bring extrely dangerous consequences."
Morgan, rarely, chose to compromise.
Taking Ian through the portal she opened.
The two returned to the familiar castle.
And there, at the very mont their footsteps vanished from the "story"—a story unchangeable, with its end predetermined—began to flow once again.
The "Wizard, riding the wild wind," disappeared.
Yet, the "disturbance" within the story continued without any abruptness or shift, as if the "plot" rely "replayed" to an earlier ti.
"Is this the Wizard arriving amidst the ’roar of the sky’ carrying the wild wind?"
"A fine title."
"Honorable Wizard Sir, welco to my kingdom."
"I have co for the reward."
...
"By the way, is that Black Witch nearby? I want to see if I can capture and study her. Of course, if you could give
the addresses of the other twelve witches, that would be ideal."
"They are all to rescue your daughter, dear King, rest assured, leave it to , no hidden dangers will be left." Ian spoke eagerly.
"I am the Sage of the Forest, the Philosopher of the Dark Valley, the Hermit of the Mist City, the Light Apostle that stands opposed to the Dark Wizard. Why, dear King, would you sully my integrity this way?"
...
Everything seed to be replaying.
However.
The Little Wizard’s silhouette.
Was replaced by a Raven flying from the horizon—it was there, speaking the sa words, doing the sa things, even in the sa tone.
"So... Esteed Wizard, if your assistance is required, what price do we need to pay?" The King continued the past Ian could no longer know.
"Your daughter, lost in my territory, has spoken with
for thousands of years. She made an agreent with , so she has already paid the necessary price..."
The Raven was speaking.
The King and Queen wore expressions of concern.
"May we know what the agreent entails?"
The Queen cautiously asked.
"Have you heard of Hogwarts?"
The Raven instead answered with a question unrelated.
In the bewildered gaze of the King and Queen.
It spoke softly.
"That will be the last tale... and also my new beginning."
This was a past already occurred.
And at the story’s end.
The Prince never arrived.
There was only a Raven called by the agreent.
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