Hogwarts Raven (Harry Potter) Chapter 609 236 The Real Secret! A Shocking Mystery! Part 1

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The magic of mory was still unfolding.

Along with the Raven's slightly sharp voice, countless threads wove together to form a clear picture of the mories in rlin's mind, stretching from childhood to adulthood.

The four seasons.

Shifting and changing.

The interplay of light and shadow in the forest gradually transford as the cycle of the seasons swiftly flowed through rlin's mories.

The scenery around him shifted from the tender green of spring to the lushness of sumr to the golden hues of autumn and finally to the silver-white of winter, repeating again and again.

Amidst these changes, the young rlin gradually grew into a tall, upright youth.

The black raven had always remained by his side, like a strict ntor.

"Slow down, slow down."

Ian wanted more information. Of course, he couldn't allow rlin's past to be skimd through so quickly. He felt that rlin was deliberately trying to hide sothing.

And sure enough, upon hearing Ian's words, rlin realized he couldn't bluff his way through like this anymore. With a sigh, he adjusted the flow of his mory's projection. He clearly had the pretentious unwillingness of soone who didn't want their embarrassing past exposed.

And so,

As rlin's mory played out more slowly,

Still within the forest near the monastery, spring returned to the earth, and all things were revived. That fairy-tale-like forest radiated an even greater vitality.

Tender green buds sprouted from tree branches. Across the grassland, wildflowers of every color blood in competition. A gentle breeze blew through, and the blossoms swayed, releasing waves of enchanting fragrance.

Little rlin still lived there.

However,

Playti had clearly been cut down and replaced with all sorts of studying.

The young rlin sat beneath an ancient oak tree, holding a tattered magic book in his hand, his brows furrowed as he struggled to comprehend its contents.

Though his face was still tender with youth, his eyes carried the unmistakable aura of a study tyrant. He flipped through books with remarkable speed; to him, reading was synonymous with mastering.

At this point,

Even Ian couldn't help but click his tongue in astonishnt.

At this rate of study, perhaps only when he himself was learning dark magic could he surpass rlin. In the field of dark magic, after all, Ian already possessed the ability to master sothing just by hearing about it once.

It was then that Ian noticed a raven appear in the distance. Although rlin hadn't lifted his head, every hair on his body stood on end as if he possessed a kind of "spider sense" tuned specifically to ravens.

Little rlin instantly beca as tense as if he were facing a deadly enemy.

Yet, he didn't dare get up and flee.

Back during their first eting, he had already proven with action that two-legged creatures weren't just slower than four-legged ones, they couldn't outpace winged birds that could also teleport.

Sure enough, the Raven streaked down like a bolt of black lightning, diving straight from the sky and landing on a stone in front of rlin.

"You're here, little brother." The Raven ruffled its wings, locking its golden eyes onto rlin. With that sharp voice, it said: "Today, Lord Crow God will train you diligently."

Hearing this, little rlin's face twisted, looking almost as sour as a gourd. Yet the raven ignored his expression and imdiately began supervising his magic practice.

"Today, we'll start with Fire Release. Watch closely: the Great Fireball Technique." The raven said as it spread its wings and ford hand seals. Instantly, the air around them thickened and grew heavy.

"..."

As he saw this mory, Ian felt as though countless grass mud horses were stampeding through his mind. He finally understood why rlin had gone berserk with his hand seals while casting magic earlier.

It turned out that this was where he had learned his "flower-shaking hands"!

Beside him, rlin remained calm, staring at his younger self with eyes full of recollection. Clearly, he didn't consider this way of casting magic improper.

This was obviously not the "black history" he had been trying to cover up.

"Fire Magic!"

When the ti ca to study magic, young rlin was far less resistant than before. His eyes were serious and brimming with curiosity. He stared unblinkingly at the fiercely flaring fireball.

Starting with the size of a basketball, it swelled to the size of a miniature sun, scorching the earth below as if it had suffered so undeserved calamity. Little rlin studied how the raven cast magic with full concentration, taking in every detail.

His own hands tried to imitate the raven's wing-like hand seals. They were clumsy at first but showed promise. He was a good seedling for "flower-shaking hands." The kind that would make Qīnghǎi Shake shout with joy and call him a true holy son of the sect.

Very soon,

Little rlin successfully conjured a small fireball. This was an astonishingly fast learning curve, enough to drive any Hogwarts student into despair.

However,

"Not big enough! Not big enough! Feel your magic power! Pour out your magic power! Bigger is the truth! Bigger is the king's way!" The raven scolded, clearly dissatisfied.

rlin's face turned red with effort, but he could only produce a fireball about the size of a small truck. The raven imdiately flew up and pecked another lump onto rlin's head.

'So strict!'

'No wonder rlin reacted as though he were seeing a living nightmare whenever the raven appeared.'

"Rember, rlin, the essence of magic is the extension of will. You can only truly master it when you believe you can do it." The raven's teachings were pure gold.

Pure gold.

Little rlin fell into thought and a slight comprehension dawned.

He cast magic again.

This ti, a fireball as large as an airplane appeared.

"Hmm, not bad. But you still need more practice. Kekekekeke! I really am an outstanding ntor!" The raven flapped its wings in satisfaction and flew off into the distance.

It left behind an eerie laugh that made Ian watching this mory twitch at the corners of his mouths. From then on, the raven seed to appear here once every seven days.

It taught rlin magic, alchemy, and potions. Little rlin was clearly living with both pain and joy. The harshness that targeted him was so precisely that it gave him nightmares.

Yet, the allure of learning such wondrous knowledge and magic was too great to give up. Thus, little rlin continued to grow under the raven's relentless training, often with fresh lumps on his head.

Because of these bumps, the people in the monastery thought he had a strange illness. rlin never explained; he simply continued to imrse himself in this painful yet fulfilling life.

Of course,

Such days continued until sumr passed. Despite rlin's adaptability, he finally reached his limit.

Spring passed, and autumn arrived, but rlin's training never stopped. The raven demanded that he study magic, alchemy, and potions and forced him to practice swordsmanship and physical training.

Every morning, rlin ran through the forest until his legs gave out. In the afternoon, he swung a wooden sword until his arms ached. At night, by candlelight, he had to read thick tos of magic until his eyelids fought to close.

"Aren't I supposed to be a wizard? Why do I still have to run? Why do I have to push, lift, and haul these lumps of iron the way you say?" Little rlin couldn't help but question the raven.

In response, the raven dive-bombed him, executing the infamous "monkey steals the peach" in a bird's own way. Little rlin had never suffered such an assault. He rolled on the ground and wailed like a child.

"Rember, you are rlin! If you're not an all-around warrior, then what kind of rlin are you? How can you even call yourself rlin?" The raven constantly nagged the boy with these words.

"But I'm just a child. Why must I push myself so hard?" Little rlin truly felt wronged, yet no one asked why his eyes were always brimming with tears.

(To Be Continued…)