dmims Chapter 155, Section 154: Final Exams Have Arrived, Day of Rebirth!
Chapter 155, Section 154: Final Exams Have Arrived, Day of Rebirth!
Chapter 155, Section 154: Final Exams Have Arrived, Day of Rebirth!
He looked like he was about to suffocate.
however.
The black-robed skeleton screamed for half an hour and still hadn't stopped breathing. Its voice didn't get weaker; instead, it became even more hoarse and desperate. No one knew what it was panicking about.
Since he didn't have any organs like lungs, Ian should have expected that he wouldn't be able to kill the black-robed skeleton. He was just trying to vent his frustration and distress.
"Why is this contract we made preventing me from entering the illusionary realm...?" Ian just wanted to know the answer, but he also had a premonition about the black-robed skeleton's reply.
as predicted.
The black-robed skeleton, still swaying slightly from being shaken, stood up after Ian let him go, and as always, he raised his finger to point to his empty head.
He didn't speak.
Because it looks like he's experiencing severe dizziness.
However, silence speaks louder than words, and the little wizard understood its meaning perfectly.
"You have no brains! Stop pretending to have a concussion!" Ian was speechless. He raised his wrist and rubbed it a few more times. The contract pattern, which was gradually fading, was very annoying to him.
"faint."
The black-robed skeleton's retching motion was incredibly lifelike. Ian suspected the guy was acting, and acting exceptionally well, but he had absolutely no evidence to refute the skull.
"If you can't give me an explanation today, see that big cauldron over there... Even if magic can't affect you, I'll catch a hundred rats and throw you in to make soup!" Ian really had the urge to boil the black-robed skeleton into soup. He even took out the ghost pepper he got from the house elves.
It's unclear whether the rat frightened the black-robed skeleton, or whether being boiled in chili soup made its skull numb, but it was directly frightened by Ian's threat and retreated repeatedly.
This was clearly unexpected; no one had anticipated that Ian would utter such a threat!
It might not be a person.
But the little person in front of me is definitely a real dog!
Such an outrageous method of punishment could be conceived—for a moment, even though the black-robed skeleton had no facial muscles, its frantically throbbing soul fire still revealed how panicked it was.
"Hehehehe~"
Seeing the black-robed skeleton's behavior, the Dementor, who had been forced to play cards by the black-robed skeleton, hid in a corner and chuckled, his laughter echoing in the room like a baby crying.
The underworld won't work.
"I...smuggled myself...on the blacklist...and have to wait for it to be reset." Perhaps unable to withstand the psychological pressure from Ian, the black-robed skeleton finally spoke after a long silence. It was unclear whether this was truly the reason, or if it was simply using the little wizard's earlier outburst as an excuse to appease him.
"Waiting for a reset? How long will it take?"
Ian quickly pressed for details, as he had no other choice but to try anything, since this concerned one of his most powerful abilities, and he couldn't afford to be careless or nervous about it.
"Just a little while."
The black-robed skeleton answered honestly, no longer daring to mention its brainless nature. It was clearly not as ignorant as it had told Ian.
"How long is 'a little while'? I need a specific time, a few hours? A few days?" Ian's eyes were unfriendly, but the black-robed skeleton seemed not to understand his words.
"Just a little while, just a little while... The red moon needs to rise forty-nine times, that's the time it takes for that bastard to reset the blacklist of that land."
The black-robed skeleton seemed to be searching for the location of the Black Phoenix, but this was already the time when the Black Phoenix was out for a stroll. It was unable to find the Black Phoenix in the Room of Requirement—even Ian had difficulty summoning it back. Only Schrödinger knew whether the Black Phoenix was in a dreamlike state or bullying the purebred Phoenix Fawkes at this time.
"Forty-nine days?"
Ian sighed heavily in resignation.
Say something.
For Ian, not being able to enter the Enchanted Realm was indeed a blow, not only because he couldn't hand the Magic Mirror over to Professor Morgan, but also because he would miss out on some opportunities to learn magic from Professor Morgan.
Although Ian has a guardian spell that binds him to Ariana, it is extremely difficult to get Ariana to relay messages, since the flow of time in the mortal realm and the dreamlike realm is very uncertain.
Sometimes seven days pass in the human world, while several months have passed in the dreamlike realm; other times, a few minutes pass in the dreamlike realm, while several hours have passed in the human world.
There is no precise and stable ratio of time flow, which is why Ian rarely uses this method of communication; he only uses it in emergencies.
For example, right now.
"Protect the Gods!"
Ian took out his wand and cast the Patronus Charm, and countless silver threads emerged, weaving into a beautiful girl before him.
Just like Albus Dumbledore's judgment when he was in the time loop, Ian would indeed have a greater burden in summoning Ariana in the real world.
Even with his magic power, which is now slightly beyond the limits of human capability, he can only maintain it for about eight minutes. After that, his magic power will be exhausted, as if he has stayed up for three consecutive nights.
"Ian, have you encountered an evil wizard again?" Ariana, projected onto the human world, looked around and her gaze locked onto the skeleton wrapped in a black robe.
The kitchen utensils she was holding were all projected onto the screen.
"Not an evil wizard, but even more despicable than an evil wizard. This guy is an unregistered member of the Illusory Realm, and now he's corrupted my 'credentials' within the Illusory Realm!"
Ian was speaking in words that Ariana couldn't understand.
but.
The girl was already used to it.
"You mean reputation, right?"
She tried hard to decipher the meaning behind Ian's words, but still felt somewhat confused. Of course, Ariana had never encountered any magic, neither in life nor in death.
He had never even attended a Muggle school, so he naturally understood Ian's analogy perfectly.
"Pretty much, that's the gist of it. Because this guy is sticking to me like glue, I'm temporarily being refused entry by the Illusory Realm."
"I'd like to ask you to ask Ms. Morgan for me if she can help me figure out what's going on here." With that, Ian slipped a small note into Ariana's hand.
The image above is a copy of the contract between Ian and the black-robed skeleton.
"It would be best if you could also help me analyze what this contract is all about." Ian felt that in addition to consulting Nick Lemaître's opinion, he should also consult his teacher's views.
"OK."
Ariana blinked and nodded in agreement.
Please.
Ian then stuffed a large box of chocolates and candies into the girl's hands. He had done similar attempts before, and with the help of his guardian spirit, he could also transfer items between the dreamlike realm and reality.
of course.
This kind of delivery isn't without its costs; it can significantly affect the activity of magic within the body for a short period of time. Currently, Ian can only use this method to deliver things that don't have magical effects.
"No problem, I was just about to deliver some fruit to Miss Morgan, and now I can share some delicious candy with her." Ariana was very happy after receiving the "reward".
She waved to Ian with a smile and then slipped into Ian's wand. Seeing that Ariana was still able to return to the Enchanted Realm with her belongings, Ian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that he hadn't been too deeply involved with the black-robed skeleton.
The fact that he could still deliver things clearly shows that Ian isn't on the so-called blacklist. The only one truly on that blacklist is probably the black-robed skeleton. The young wizard was only affected by the black-robed skeleton's "verification" issue because the illusionary realm rejected him.
"I'm really impressed by you, you old fool!" Ian was about to raise his hand to give the black-robed skeleton a flick on the forehead, but the black-robed skeleton had cleverly hidden far away beforehand.
It really is far away.
Under Ian's dumbfounded gaze, it pried open the Dementor's mouth and crawled inside, leaving only its head sticking out and staring straight out.
To be precise, he was staring straight at Ian.
It was as if Ian only needed to get close.
It immediately burrowed deep into the Dementor's mouth. The Dementor tried desperately to pry its mouth open, but no matter how hard it pressed, it couldn't push the black-robed skeleton inside.
The Dementor panicked and started running around frantically.
"A Border Collie and a Husky." Ian felt a strong sense of déjà vu, like he was raising dogs. He slapped his forehead speechlessly and returned to his soft bed.
This bed is indeed very comfortable to sleep on. The bed frame is carefully crafted from high-quality solid wood, with smooth and elegant lines. It is both sturdy and exudes a natural feel. The mattress adopts a multi-layer design, with a high-density spring system at the bottom layer, providing perfect support. No matter what sleeping position you are in, you can feel balanced support.
Under normal circumstances.
Ian could almost fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow in a bed like this, but he was in a really bad mood right now, and he tossed and turned for a while after getting into bed without being able to fall asleep.
"Try again~"
Undeterred, Ian pulled out another bottle of the potion of life and death.
He took two gulps with his head covered.
He immediately rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the bed. However, despite Ian's ruthless attack, he still couldn't use that ferocity to force his way into the dreamlike illusion.
It was still a dream.
However, the witch Morgan with the whip is no longer there.
It then became even more absurd.
"Master, it's time to continue our journey now that you're awake." Aurora, with her pointed snout, monkey-like face covered in downy hair, carried a stick and looked exactly like a pretty female monkey.
"Wukong?"
Ian really couldn't understand why he kept having these bizarre dreams. This time, he drank the water of life and death, and it was unlikely that he could get out of this absurd dream early.
The young wizard could only stand up, carrying his robe.
"Yes, Master, if we don't go begging for alms soon, I'll starve to death." My good roommate Michael has become Pigsy this time. His Spanish black pig-like skin looks like a blend of Chinese and Western styles.
"Let me clean up the trash."
William, dressed as Sha Wujing (a character from Journey to the West), was talking about garbage sorting in the deep mountains and forests. Ian looked at his white dragon horse and, good heavens, there was no horse, only a dragon.
It was that pureblood dragon that Morgan kept outside the castle.
"No pilgrimage today! Let's fight the White Bone Demon today!" Ian had professionally practiced dream control techniques, so he spawned a black-robed skeleton that he hated so much that he gritted his teeth not far away.
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"You...cheated!"
Surprisingly.
The black-robed skeleton that spawned initially looked bewildered.
She then screamed in a hoarse voice.
"Um?"
Ian raised his hand and looked at the contract on his wrist.
He discovered some key points.
"High magic resistance? You think you have high magic resistance?"
The little wizard's expression gradually turned ferocious.
……
Time flies.
Time passed day by day.
Ian never gave up studying the contract on his wrist, trying to find a way to return to the illusionary realm ahead of time. However, even though he spent his Easter holiday studying it, he still couldn't find this little-known knowledge. Several months passed in the blink of an eye.
"You liar! Forty-nine days have long passed!" Ian had learned how to deal with the black-robed skeleton in his dreams, so the black-robed skeleton was much more obedient than before.
"It is forty-nine times, the rise and fall of the blood moon."
The black-robed skeleton retreated timidly, correcting Ian in a wronged voice.
"..."
Faced with the black-robed skeleton's words, Ian could only remain silent and kick out. However, despite the flying kick, he only managed to hit the black-robed skeleton's knee thanks to the skeleton's agile dodge.
"Get down here right now!"
Ian looked up at the black-robed skeleton that had sprung up to the ceiling and was hanging upside down like Spider-Man, defying gravity, and couldn't help but get angry and started throwing rotten eggs at it.
Well, no matter how much Ian pressured the black-robed skeleton, the black-robed skeleton seemed genuinely unaware of how long the forty-nine blood moons represented.
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle~"
Ian pressed the black-robed skeleton into the cauldron, but he couldn't get the skeleton to give a coherent answer. Looking at the skeleton, which had been dyed chili pepper color from its white form, he finally believed that the skeleton really didn't know.
There is indeed no solution to this problem.
Even after Ian sought help from Albus Dumbledore, there was still no result.
"Perhaps all you need right now is patience."
The Albus Dumbledore that Ian found was from an unknown timeline. His smile was kind and his voice was unhurried, which reassured Ian a little.
"What you said is the same message I received from another teacher in the Enchanted Realm." The young wizard sighed, wondering why Albus Dumbledore was so certain.
Have you already experienced that kind of future?
Ian's persistent questioning only elicited a silent smile from Albus Dumbledore.
he knows.
This is Albus Dumbledore's way of avoiding time travel—Ian has encountered the headmaster more than once in the past few months, but he has never been able to figure out which period the Albus Dumbledore he encountered came from. He feels that if this continues, Albus Dumbledore might become the spokesperson for time travel.
Faced with Ian's complaints.
"I am trying to embark on this path, and my research has indeed shown me that it is possible." Albus Dumbledore's answer was somewhat unsettling upon closer examination.
Before Ian could even ponder it carefully...
"Relax a bit, you should give yourself some rest. I think you don't want to miss the last big event of the first semester."
Albus Dumbledore was trying to persuade the young wizard again.
Yes.
Being tricked by the black-robed skeleton ruined the entire second half of the semester. Now, finals are approaching, and it's almost time for the young wizards to go home for vacation.
"Alright, thank you, Professor. I'll go back and water the flowers." Ian watched as Albus Dumbledore disappeared without a trace after turning a corner.
He also returned to the House of Requirement.
now.
After days of interrogating the black-robed skeleton, he discovered a new way to grow plants: watering them with the soup the skeleton had boiled, cooled down.
of course.
No chili peppers.
It's just pure craft bone broth, and I don't know what was boiled into it, but it can accelerate the growth and development of plants. The biting cabbage he cultivated before was bigger than a lion.
Its power is also considerable.
Professor Pomona Sprout was chased all over the school, but the little Hufflepuff witch had her eyes shining and made a deal with Ian about seed breeding on a dark and stormy night.
The process and the result are unknown to anyone.
But Hufflepuff the little witch gave Ian five-star reviews to everyone she met at school. To be honest, Ian didn't make the Black Robe Skull Soup to cultivate any biting cabbages.
"Splash splash~"
He was after the seeds that had been brought out from the mysterious tower.
now.
Several months have passed.
The emerald green shoots have already broken through the soil. Tiny specks of starlight surround these green shoots, like stars themselves, making them look incredibly mysterious and powerful.
"Tell me, wouldn't you say this counts as giving you your first taste of meat?"
Ian poured the bathwater on the black-robed skeleton.
He watched as the white water gradually disappeared into the soil.
The sudden, unexpected ideas are as surprising as ever.
"World Tree, World Tree, World Tree~"
It was just a green sprout.
Yet it already possesses the magical quality of a baby learning to speak.
It can simulate a human voice through vibration.
It was a repetition of the same phrase Ian kept muttering to himself every day while watering it. I don't know if it's because the water he was watering it had recently turned into bone broth, but Ian noticed that some bone-like patterns were gradually appearing on the surface of the green shoots.
"This art style... don't let it go off track again."
The little wizard was really worried.
The setup around him now is already quite hellish.
(End of this chapter)