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", making the little wizard’s scalp tingle. After taking a cold breath, he quickly ran away from this place.
Forget about the goodwill with the door knocker... He truly doesn’t plan to pursue it this year. Ian jogged through the silent and empty corridors of Hogwarts under the deep night skies.
The ancient torches emitted a weak and dim glow, the eternally rumbling thunderstorm outside was exceptionally clear, and the occasional flashes of lightning lit up the dim hallway environnt.
"Hmm? Soone’s here?"
Ian turned a corner and found a familiar figure—the blond boy, Ririm, from the Olivander family, who unexpectedly also couldn’t sit still at night.
"Staying up at night will result in point deductions! Oh, you’re a Ravenclaw student, then forget it, I’ll pretend I didn’t see you." Ian wanted to showcase his seniority.
But then he realized the way of "point deductions" was slightly inappropriate.
He pretended to cough twice.
Prepared to pass by Ririm selectively blind.
At this mont.
"Are you not also awake, wandering outside?" Ririm turned back to Ian, asking with a smiling tone.
"Is it insomnia or dreams?"
He teased, completely lacking the nervousness of being caught violating school rules.
"I ca out at night to cherish the ti and study more." Ian rolled his eyes, looking at Ririm standing at the corner, asking with a puzzled tone.
"You just started school and ran out for a night exploration, are you trying to explore Hogwarts?"
When he turned the corner, he was startled by the penalty-like standing Ririm—the blurry figure quietly standing there, back facing him, seemingly rging with the surrounding darkness. Just imagining the scene felt eerie enough, not to ntion how creepy it looks with flashes of lightning outside.
Faced with Ian’s question.
Ririm simply sighed slightly.
"I just wanted to co out and find so materials for making magic wands, I have new ideas and creativity... However, clearly Hogwarts nights aren’t as harmonious as I imagined."
Saying so.
Under Ian’s slightly puzzled gaze.
Ririm moved aside from the wall he had been blocking. It turns out, on the corner of this area of the wall, there’s so writing faintly visible under the torchlight.
"Hmm?"
Ian’s heart skipped a beat.
He was about to raise his magic wand closer.
"Boom~"
Outside, another bright bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the night sky, simultaneously lighting up the corridor where he and Ririm stood, and the clear writing on the wall.
"I... have returned from Death!"
The scarlet writing.
It looked jagged and exceedingly sinister.
[ps: Before the year, unit, trivial matters, owe 4000, the day after tomorrow, repay with double.]
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