Even so.
He still had many languages left to learn. Like most wizards, he needed to spend a significant amount of ti learning various languages and magic to communicate with alien races. Yet rlin could naturally converse with animals, a talent that would make almost every wizard feel both envious and helpless.
It's important to note, even Slytherin was only a Snake-man, able to communicate with snakes, whereas rlin could listen to the voice of all things and communicate with them all.
The gap between them in this respect was exceptionally large.
"? Can I be considered gifted too?" rlin was slightly startled, then shook his head in resignation. He seed to not quite agree with Ian, his gaze shifting to the distance.
anwhile.
The mory Magic depicted Little rlin approaching that direction.
In the scene, young rlin was playing and chatting with little animals, inadvertently looking up at the branches of a large tree. There, a raven quietly stood, its feathers as dark as the night, shimring with a tallic sheen. Its golden eyes were like two brilliant gemstones.
"It's not red?"
Ian was sowhat surprised.
rlin did not respond.
He continued to watch as his younger self drew nearer.
"You're truly beautiful!"
Little rlin was captivated by the raven's unique charisma, feeling a strong sense of curiosity, so he tried to approach the raven holding a piece of bread.
"Hello, little fellow, want so food?"
Little rlin said softly, with a hint of anticipation in his tone. He attempted to communicate with the raven using ans that had proven successful with small animals.
However.
The raven did not fly down to enjoy the food as rlin had hoped. It rely glanced disdainfully at the bread in rlin's hand and spoke in a slightly mocking tone.
"Sorry, don't eat raw food, love to avoid cilantro..." The raven's disdainful voice had a bit of sharpness, and its expressiveness was sothing rlin still couldn't comprehend.
Little rlin couldn't quite understand, but after being stunned for a mont, he quickly realized the raven's peculiarity—this raven was actually speaking human language!
"You can talk? Speak human language?"
Little rlin's face showed a look of astonishnt. His mouth slightly opened as if he couldn't believe his ears. But this astonishnt only lasted for a mont.
"Hmm? Looking down on ?"
Soon, faced with the raven's unhappy expression, his astonishnt was replaced by joy; he even jumped up excitedly, waving his arms and shouting loudly.
"Wow, amazing! Finally, I encounter a Fantastic Beast!" The boy's emotions were so direct; however, it clearly sowhat offended the raven perched on the branch.
"Don't speak nonsense! You are the Fantastic Beast! Your whole family are Fantastic Beasts! Your dad speaks so well, how did he end up birthing sothing like you!"
The raven suddenly flew up, its wings beating the air, making a "fluttering" sound. Its tone was annoyed, as if offended by rlin's words.
Before Little rlin could react, the raven already swooped down at him, its sharp beak rcilessly pecking away. rlin let out a cry of pain, holding his head, trying to dodge the raven's attack. Yet, the raven was extrely fast; each peck landed precisely, soon causing his head to be covered with bumps large and small.
"Ah! Stop pecking! I was wrong!"
Little rlin shouted while running, his voice filled with a hint of crying. But the raven was relentless, chasing after him, silent, just crazily pecking.
Ian watched this scene, unable to stop his mouth from twitching a few tis. He recalled when he successfully transford using Animagus and had also pecked rlin in the form of a raven.
"Coincidence, all coincidence..."
Ian's excuse, of course, wouldn't convince rlin.
"This was the first ti I t you, and eting you was my most carefree mont." rlin's tone held a touch of nostalgia, as though he was reconciled after many trials.
He seed to be 100% certain that Ian was this raven.
"And then? What happened later?"
Ian couldn't help but ask, his tone slightly curious. Hearing this, a perplexed look flashed across rlin's face as the scene changed again with a wave of his hand.
"Quick! Use magic to open this can! I just had my mouth serviced today!"
"Alchemy is so simple, you are rlin, so you should increase the intensity, you already know what alchemy is, hurry and copy this Deathly Hallows for a hundred tis, no, ten thousand tis!"
"Just this? Just this? Just this, and you dare call yourself rlin? Open your Magic Book! Didn't you see it says 'Wizard is God'? What? Not there? Then I'll use my mouth to dab so ink... Now this sentence is in your Magic Book. If today you still can't learn this "Fall of the Stars" magic, don't call yourself rlin anymore!"
"You might as well call yourself rlin Lunch at! You can't handle the na rlin!"
The scene had yet to solidify.
The raven's voice had already sounded.
It was evident how much of a shadow the raven had left in rlin's heart.
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