Hogwarts Raven (Harry Potter)

"Unfortunately, your family has no grave left to dig." Ian aimed the gun at Voldemort's forehead and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger. 

"Da Da Da~ Da Da Da~ Da Da Da~" 

The small gun. 

Not only did it emit blue light. 

But the speed of dozens of rounds per second was berserk, soon, Voldemort's body lay mangled on the ground, with only a few remnants of his corpse among the numerous bullet casings. 

"Ha~" 

Ian blew on the muzzle of his gun. 

"This thing is indeed useful." 

He dispelled the magic maintaining the modified gun. 

Seeing the Mirror of Erised right in front of him, Ian, who had always been curious about it, didn't approach immediately. Instead, he held his wand and waited in front of Voldemort's corpse. 

Minutes and seconds went by. 

Perhaps he could no longer hold back. 

"What a cunning fellow..." Black mist began to rise from the corpse, its tone filled with malice, gathering together and rushing toward Ian without hesitation. 

"Those who kill me will ultimately become like me..." 

Voldemort's soul, seeing that it had no way out, attempted to place an indelible curse on Ian at the cost of its own soul. 

However. 

"I've been waiting for you!" 

The deep red flames burning around Ian formed a barrier between him and Voldemort's soul, capable of incinerating it into nourishment. 

This was a well-planned strategy. 

It wasn't that Ian wanted to burn Voldemort for nourishment; it was Voldemort who had come to him, offering himself up. The little wizard had a solid plan, even thinking ahead about how to explain it to Dumbledore later. 

However. 

Sometimes plans are outmatched by unexpected changes. 

"Ha Ha Ha!" 

Accompanied by a laugh that left Ian incredulous, a black figure shot out from the distorted space like an arrow. 

It ignored the fiery barrier Ian had raised and charged outside, completely unharmed, opening its sharp mouth as if a terrifying suction force was emerging. 

Voldemort's lingering soul, initially planning to retreat and cancel the unfinished curse, was unexpectedly sucked into the mouth of the black figure as soon as the thought crossed his mind. 

"What the hell is this?!" 

Voldemort's soul barely had time to let out a final scream in the mortal realm. 

Then, it was completely swallowed by the suddenly appearing "Phoenix", presumably digesting Voldemort's soul, the black Phoenix ignited with purple flames. 

"Damn it!" 

Realizing something was off, Ian dispelled the flames in front of him, only to see the black Phoenix swallowing. He could feel a tight, inexplicable connection between himself and this Phoenix. 

But. 

"I worked hard to defeat that monster! The soul that fell out should be mine! It's my trophy!" Ian jumped up and grabbed the black Phoenix. 

He tried to pry open the Phoenix's beak to retrieve Voldemort's soul, but the black Phoenix's mouth remained tightly shut, no matter how hard he tried. 

"Isn't it supposed to be that the Phoenix only helps me when I need it the most? Why is it stealing my food?" Ian's hands weren't burned by the deep purple flames on the Phoenix, but he clearly had no way to deal with this suddenly appearing bird. He exerted all his strength but still couldn't pry it open. 

"Ha Ha Ha!" 

The Phoenix tilted its head, looking at its master, its mouth still closed, but it made a sound that was eerie and strange. 

"What kind of soul Phoenix is this?" Ian was utterly speechless. 

He quickly looked at the Mirror of Erised, where the flickering golden patterns were becoming more frequent. Just as he was about to pull out his wand to see if he could remove them from his body, 

"Don't be nervous, child." 

Albus Dumbledore's voice suddenly echoed. Ian turned abruptly, realizing the voice didn't come from the door but from a wall in the room. 

"Ka Ka Ka Ka!" 

An unusual sound emerged. 

First, a stone in the corner of the room trembled slightly, then it began to rotate clockwise at a slow but steady pace. Following that, the surrounding stones seemed to receive some signal, starting to rotate in a complex yet orderly manner. 

As if driven by some ancient and powerful magic, each rotation of the stones was accompanied by a faint friction sound, and once fully turned, they revealed a hidden chamber behind the wall. 

The chamber was dimly lit but exceptionally tidy. 

Inside were some seemingly ancient magical artifacts and books. In the center of the chamber stood a massive stone table, covered in intricate runes and patterns, emitting a faint glow. A familiar figure slowly stood up, Albus Dumbledore. 

The cunning old Headmaster. 

"How did you end up here?!" Ian stared wide-eyed in shock and he was genuinely bewildered. 

Dumbledore, who should have been dealing with the Quirrell incident in the basement, was now sitting in this hidden chamber with another older-looking man. 

Moreover, they had clearly been there for quite some time, as the stone table was adorned with many tea sets, and the runes were meant to keep the tea warm. 

Additionally, there were even small pastries laid out on the stone table, many of which had been eaten, suggesting that the two old men had witnessed the entire battle between Ian and Voldemort. 

"Of course, to ensure everything is foolproof." Dumbledore replied with a smile. 

"This is what you meant by no danger?" Ian stared at the smiling Headmaster, finally understanding what the note about no danger meant. 

"An impressive battle, beyond my expectations, and it didn't give me a chance to intervene." Dumbledore gave Ian a thumbs up. 

The other older man, Nicolas Flamel, whom Ian had only seen in photographs in books, remained silent, his gaze fixed on the Phoenix perched on Ian's shoulder, filled with suspicion. 

"It has no soul, Dumbledore. This isn't a normal Phoenix..." Nicolas Flamel quietly reminded Dumbledore in a voice only the two could hear. 

"Indeed." 

Dumbledore's eyes flickered momentarily as he patted Nicolas Flamel's hand, his expression unchanged as he stepped out from the hidden chamber. 

"Dumbledore, please help me see what's happening to me!" Ian was genuinely anxious; his usual adeptness with magic text had failed him. 

"No problem, Ian. This isn't a bad thing; rather, it's something many people would seek." Dumbledore approached Ian, his expression somewhat complex, and his tone tinged with nostalgia. 

"I bet one million Galleons that this Phoenix isn't right... Why do I feel like I've seen this peculiar creature somewhere before?" 

Nicolas Flamel leaned in, wanting to touch the black Phoenix, but the creature's blood-red eyes turned toward him, causing a strong sense of foreboding to rise within him. 

As a seer, he sensed that touching it would be dangerous. 

"Not a bad thing?" 

Ian was no longer focused on his Phoenix. 

He looked at Dumbledore with confusion. 

"That's right. It's actually your future path. Perhaps you, having read the relevant books, will be more familiar with its official name." Dumbledore turned to the Mirror of Erised in front of Ian. His gaze intensified, even becoming slightly misty. 

No one knew what the Headmaster saw in the mirror. 

"What name?" 

Ian immediately pressed for an answer. 

Dumbledore turned back. 

The eyes beneath the crescent-shaped glasses gradually calmed. 

"It's called the Testament of Legends, signifying the beginning of a legendary journey." Dumbledore's gentle voice resonated in the room where Voldemort had just fallen. 

It was firm and filled with complexity and... envy. 

"I have a vague image in my mind that I can't quite make out. What is it?" Ian paused, then quickly expressed his thoughts about his body's changes. 

"Only you can know what that is, child. When you can see it clearly, it will signify that you have gained a certain authority, and it means you have truly become a legend." 

Dumbledore shook his head. 

"Who would have thought that a little one would actually get ahead of you? Tsk tsk, I suppose I didn't come to Hogwarts for nothing." 

"This is truly a significant matter!" 

Nicolas Flamel finally focused his attention on Ian. 

"I heard you say that wizards are like gods?" He watched as the little wizard nodded, pondering for a moment before continuing in a hoarse voice. 

"Very good, I like your... belief." 

The nearly legendary alchemist suddenly asked casually, "May I have the honor of knowing what you saw in the Mirror of Erised?" 

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore also turned to Ian. 

"I was reading, both professors. I saw myself reading a book." Ian answered without hesitation, and Dumbledore seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Reading, huh... What book?" 

Nicolas Flamel, however, seemed unwilling to let it go. 

"It should be called 'The Journey of the Monkey King'." 

Ian blinked, noticing Nicolas Flamel's puzzled expression at the unfamiliar title, and he turned back to the Mirror of Erised. 

He truly saw himself reading. 

However. 

[I want this sky... I want all beings to understand my intentions.] 

The only clear text in the book reflected in Ian's eyes. 

(End of Chapter)

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