Hogwarts Raven (Harry Potter) Chapter 40 38 Gryffindor? A Sure Win

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Perhaps it wasn't just Ian's imagination. After all, while the witch looked furious, she never actually chose to take action. Instead, she glared at Pandero and Ariana with eyes that seed ready to spit fire.

"Ian! We're here to save you!" Pandero declared while brandishing a long sword with a fierce deanor. Only the more perceptive Ariana noticed that Ian and Professor Mara in the hall didn't look like a prisoner and captor. Ian wore an expression of "we've ssed up" and looked genuinely ashad.

"Pandero... Ian doesn't seem like he was captured..." She whispered a reminder to Pandero.

"Huh?" Pandero looked confused.

"No way! I heard she loves eating children!" The overbearing swordsman was determined to stick to his judgnt.

"Crunch, Crunch~"

This was the sound of the witch, Mara, grinding her teeth.

"Sorry, Professor, I forgot to go find them and tell them about my situation here." Ian quickly stepped in to diate after snapping out of his daze.

"Get your friends out of my territory!" The witch redirected so of her anger toward Ian. However, her reaction suggested she was indeed wary of Pandero, who had barged into her domain.

"Huh?"

Even if Pandero was slow to react, he heard Ian's address to the witch, Mara. His eyes widened, and his face flushed with embarrassnt.

"I actually guessed wrong..."

This "old ghost" with the appearance of a boy was montarily at a loss. Drawing his sword and looking around in confusion, the earlier aura of wanting to cut down everything had completely vanished.

"Ms. Mara, I'm sorry. We'll help you repair this place." Ariana began bowing apologetically to the witch, Mara, with imnse sha.

"With his empty brain and your naive little self? You should be thankful if you can even create a chair that soone can sit on!" Mara's face darkened as she turned to look at Ian again.

"Make them leave! They're not welco here!"

After saying this, the witch turned and walked deeper into the castle, her expression grim. Although her gown wasn't dragging on the floor like a rag, the missing corner was still very noticeable.

"I don't want to stay here! The monster is back!"

"So terrifying! So terrifying!"

"He must be trying to harm us again!"

The tables and chairs all followed behind the witch on their long legs.

"That woman has such a temper!" Pandero imdiately started complaining after the witch left.

"Pandero, don't speak so much. After all, it's our fault. We damaged a lot of her property." Ariana weakly reminded him.

"Hmph, she tried to capture before. This just evens the score."

Pandero, however, was sowhat unconvinced. Clearly, he had dealt with the witch before.

"I don't think Professor Mara is that bad. She taught quite a bit." Ian curiously walked to the entrance, where he finally got a clear view of the scene outside.

Broken pieces of armor were scattered everywhere, and so half-bodied armors were crawling pitifully on the ground, desperately trying to get as far away from Pandero as possible.

"Maybe I had so grudge with her when I was alive?" Pandero spoke sowhat uncertainly.

Like Ariana, he only rembered waiting for soone here when he was alive. But that person never ca.

The longer souls stay in this mysterious place, the more their mories of the mortal world fade until they completely forget. Then, the souls are forced to embark on the next part of their journey.

"Regardless, we've definitely caused a huge ss this ti." Ariana sighed anxiously.

"At most, we'll compensate her with a western dragon. The one we encountered up north looked really fierce. It only died a few years ago, so it's definitely more impressive than her scrap tal."

Although Pandero was still talking tough, he wasn't unaware that he had made a mistake.

"I'll find a way to make it up to Professor Mara."

Ian patted Pandero's shoulder. He was genuinely moved by the two's "rescue" attempt. No matter what, their concern for his safety showed they were true friends— though perhaps these two friends didn't realize that no one in the 'Twilight Zone' could actually imprison him.

Once the ti was up, he would be forcibly sent back to the real world...

"Are you learning magic from Ms. Mara?" Ariana asked curiously.

Ian nodded. "Professor Mara is incredibly knowledgeable. She's helped get a head start in learning compared to other young wizards." He wasn't just saying this to flatter her.

"That's great."

Ariana was happy for Ian but also a bit envious. "Maybe I can bring so magic textbooks in for you too."

Ian rembered that Ariana had always harbored so longing for Hogwarts.

"Teaching her is useless. Here, magic has no aning."

Pandero shook his head beside them, speaking in a sowhat proud tone, "It's better to learn swordsmanship from . You can cut whatever you want."

As he spoke, the overbearing swordsman swung his ordinary-looking sword.

"I once defeated everyone in the 'Twilight Zone'. Even that guy from your school... what's his na... Godric Gryffindor could only barely keep up with for a few moves!"

'Wow! He even crossed swords with the founder of Hogwarts?'

"Do you know Godric Gryffindor?" Ian was curious.

Although Professor Mara seed very wary of this friend, how could she compare to Gryffindor? That's the legendary swordsman of Hogwarts! While there's no docuntation of how strong Gryffindor's swordsmanship was, as a legendary wizard evolving toward the "Gandalf" route, ordinary swordsn probably weren't his match.

"I ran into him a few years ago, but he left soon after. That guy's swordsmanship was decent, so I rember him."

Pandero proudly raised his head and began swinging his sword again, performing a few flashy flourishes. He then turned to persuade Ariana to learn swordsmanship from him.

"You've both been dead for who knows how long. Isn't swordsmanship and magic equally useless here?" Ian almost had his little toe cut off by Pandero's sword swings.

"Yeah." Ariana nodded helplessly beside him.

For the souls here, they didn't shy away from discussing the fact that they were already dead.

"There will definitely be a ti when it's useful. Trust ." Pandero spoke with full confidence.

"Uh, you also told to trust you when you brought up the mountain earlier..." Ariana, however, was exasperated beside him.

"It's different, it's different." Pandero awkwardly chuckled.

Perhaps to change the subject, he imdiately turned his bright eyes to Ian.

"I heard from Ariana that you've started learning magic. We got you a welco gift. Take a look, it's sothing good. I wouldn't waste ti on just anyone!"

As he spoke, Pandero pulled sothing out from his pocket— it was an apple, shining brilliantly even in the dim light of the castle.

It looked like a fragnt of the sun left behind in the mortal world, or a masterpiece crafted by the gods.

(End of Chapter)