Hogwarts: Bloodline Chapter 640 - 179: Path of Legends, Death Looking Back?

Chapter 640: Chapter 179: Path of Legends, Death Looking Back?

Ian murmured softly as he sensed the still blurry images in his mind.

Legend.

As the na implies.

This term itself is used to describe certain poetic, mysteriously rich epics and legends, symbolizing things like heroism, war, and love.

A living legend.

Clearly requires so kind of societal "prestige"? Ian wasn’t sure about this, he only knew that in this era, all wizards eligible to touch the legendary realm fit the criteria.

Grindelwald’s might and authority.

Dumbledore’s greatness and extraordinariness.

Even Voldemort’s slaughter and the fear he instilled.

They are the closest beings to legends, and these are all widely known markers in the secular world, which make people automatically associate certain cognitions just by hearing their nas.

No one can conclusively say whether becoming a legend requires such historical significance.

"Wizards becoming gods seemingly requires faith... So, wanting to truly beco a legend, needing prestige and forging an epic, doesn’t seem too strange?"

Ian suddenly felt as if he comprehended sothing.

The old headmaster was continuously building his reputation.

No one can be sure if this is also a reason.

"Maybe I should go ask Headmaster Dumbledore again... Of course, I should find Professor Nicolas Flal first." Ian looked at the clock on the wall.

12:07 AM.

A very familiar ti.

The arrival of dawn is still too far away. Due to the nurous happenings tonight, the little wizard had no intention to go back to sleep for a "second sleep".

He flipped out of bed agilely, quickly dressed in his warm clothes and robe, and effortlessly began his first night exploration of the new school year.

The sumr vacation hadn’t dulled him much.

He slipped out of the Ravenclaw Common Room unnoticed, and glanced back at the bronze eagle’s head on the door of the common room, quite sure that it was this weird thing’s voice he heard in Morgan’s mory.

"What are you looking at, are you captivated by my beauty?"

Indeed.

The bronze eagle’s head spoke, full of "humanity