MMB Chapter 248, Section 247: A Mysterious Night! Eerie Eyes!
Chapter 248, Section 247: A Mysterious Night! Eerie Eyes!
Chapter 248, Section 247: A Mysterious Night! Eerie Eyes!
Dark purple curtains hung from the dome of the Room of Requirement.
The dim light flickered, as if echoing Ian's terrible mood at that moment.
Ian stood in the center of the room, hands on his hips, eyes wide with rage, shouting curses at the air: "That old bat Snape dared to steal my potion ingredients! How could he be so shameless!"
Ian paced back and forth in the room, cursing, his feet creaking under his feet. His face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
Every expression and movement revealed his extreme distress.
I've figured it out!
I've figured everything out!
The truth of the matter was revealed as the time-rewinding magic took effect! Ian never imagined he would be the one to get fleeced; his beloved Uncle Snape had actually taken advantage of him!
"Damn it!"
I'm getting angrier the more I think about it.
You should know that when he used to try to fleece Snape, he would initially leave Galleons to buy materials. It was only after Snape scolded him and said he didn't care about his Galleons that he went empty-handed and came back with a full load.
Logically speaking...
It's about reciprocity, after all.
Ian can do without it! But how could Snape not keep the Galleons! The herbs Ian used to brew his potions were all top-quality, most of them being the premium items his good friend Hagrid had specially reserved for him!
"You despicable old bat! What I want is Galleons! What I want is an attitude!" Ian tried to summon the spirit of feminism, and he didn't understand why Snape was able to enter the room where he was brewing medicine.
He couldn't understand how Snape knew what potion ingredients he had placed there. The only thing he was certain of was that Snape had probably tried more than once to brew a potion to turn Harry into Harley.
If Snape hadn't run out of his own supplies, he probably wouldn't have chosen to target Ian—after all, the Slytherin headmaster who knew Ian well understood that this would infuriate him.
And the consequences of Ian's outburst.
It will probably give him a lot of headaches.
"I think my old uncle is planning to make things difficult for the Slytherin students!" Ian knew that blaming Snape wouldn't work, so he accurately chose a useful target to sue.
"I don't know if he's just a pervert or if he's researching something..." After calming down a bit, Ian was also quite curious about the potions Snape was researching.
The probability that Snape was a psychopath is relatively small, so the reason why Snape wanted to turn Harry into Harley is definitely intriguing, and there must be other reasons hidden behind it.
"He also wants to use Harry's mistreatment to hook up with Lily?" The thought had barely crossed Ian's mind before he immediately dismissed it.
after all.
Whether James Porter knew about Lily Evans or not, no one knew, but in Ian's view, it was definitely a secret known to very few people outside of the Soul Palace.
Even Dumbledore probably didn't know that the mother who sacrificed herself to protect Harry Potter would, for reasons no one knows, transform into an apostle of the Hall of Souls.
Even the old headmaster couldn't detect the secret, and Ian didn't think his good uncle could either. You can't say that the idea that love can conquer all can be applied to this kind of situation, can you?
I don't know, that's all.
Snape probably had ulterior motives for turning Harry into Harley—Ian stroked his chin, but this time he couldn't summon Detective Conan's spirit.
Snape still couldn't figure out his purpose in brewing the potion. However, regardless of the reason, a potion capable of changing someone's gender was truly explosive.
It may differ from compound decoctions.
Compound decoctions are like becoming someone else.
This potion, however, directly reversed the extremes.
"Bring me a glass of water." Ian said without turning his head, and the well-trained Dementors behind him immediately brought him a glass of water that was refreshingly cool without needing to be chilled.
Ian took the glass of water, hesitated for a moment, and then drank it all in one gulp. The cold water dripped down his chin, wetting his shirt. "Give me another glass."
obviously.
In the very beginning.
He asked for a glass of water not to actually drink it, but he couldn't resist once he got it. It's like how many people buy fried chicken for their girlfriends; they don't initially want to eat it, but they can't help showing off a couple of pieces after buying it.
What?
Are there still people who don't have girlfriends?
That's unlikely.
"Uncle Bad's actions have given me a new idea. Perhaps I don't need to 'resurrect' Voldemort to create a crisis that will make Lily panic."
"Then... he showed his little chicken feet, which I caught, and that led me to the Hall of Souls." Ian stared at the water glass in his hand, recalling the scent he smelled when he met Harry Potter.
He finalized each and every piece of material.
As for the proportions... how could that possibly stump Ian, who was already a Potions Master? He simply waved his wand lightly, and immediately, the water glass in his hand began to change.
Specifically, the water in the glass is changing.
The clear, transparent color slowly transformed into a slightly strange scarlet red. This was Ian's shapeshifting ability; he could disregard the laws of shapeshifting and conjure things with magical effects.
Whether it's alchemical creations, living beings, or potions, Ian can transform them by knowing their specific structure and then using his cheat-level Transfiguration.
of course.
It also has drawbacks.
While maintaining this transformation spell, it will inevitably consume a portion of Ian's magical power. However, as the saying goes, everything has two sides, which also means that as long as Ian does not withdraw his magic, the things created by his transformation spell will exist forever, as will the effects of potions.
Perhaps Snape's potion recipe can only produce potions that last for a limited time, just like Polyjuice Potion. However, as long as Ian does not retract his magical influence, the effects of the potion will continue until the end of Ian's life—and for Ian now, this portion of the magical power being used is not much.
"I wonder if Harry would be willing to drink this potion." Ian wasn't the type to force others or secretly poison them. He figured that as long as he offered something related to the "family," the Savior, who had an extraordinary longing for family, would be willing to take the potion.
He wouldn't maintain the potion's effects forever anyway. As long as Lily Evans could be lured out, Ian would naturally withdraw the influence of his magic as soon as possible.
Harry Potter will be able to return to being a young man with a penis.
"Hmm, I can talk to Harry about it." Ian put the potion into his purse for the time being, after all, he had more important things to do tonight.
The time to enter the Enchanted Realm had arrived, and Ian was eager to return to his homeland. He checked the time and realized that half an hour had passed since he had wanted to go to sleep.
"Nothing else is as important as this." Ian had many things to do in the Dreamlike Realm, so he immediately conjured up a Simmons bed for himself.
The little wizard lay on it.
The velvet curtains closed automatically, concealing the black-robed skeleton and Dementors outside, and also shutting out the chattering and chasing sounds of the two people, like a cat and mouse.
The bed was exceptionally comfortable; after all, Ian had taken ergonomics into account when designing it. However, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep tonight.
At this moment, what occupied his mind was not Snape's greasy face, but all the strange things that had happened in the past two weeks. The little wizard did not hold a grudge against his good uncle for too long.
All Ian could think about was the past.
There were also the secrets surrounding Dumbledore, the strange changes in his own magic... These questions tangled in his mind like a jumble of threads, impossible to shake off.
He knew perfectly well that if he entered the illusionary realm and found his teacher, the wicked woman Morgan, and the friend he had personally named, some of his questions might be answered.
however.
The problem was that he couldn't sleep... He couldn't get into a dreamlike state. It felt like a strange cycle; he needed to enter a hazy, dreamlike world to find the answers, but without the answers, his mind was a jumbled mess, and he couldn't sleep.
"Sigh, I guess I'll still have to rely on magic and ruthless work!"
Ian flipped himself up with a somersault, pulled a bottle of "life-or-death water" from his purse, and drank it all in one gulp, just like drinking a can of cola.
have to say.
Legendary wizards have a relatively high resistance to these kinds of potions. A single bottle of the Potion of Life and Death is enough to knock down several elephants, but Ian only felt a slight effect.
"Luckily, I had plenty of stock!"
Ian took out the medicine again.
a bottle.
Two bottles.
Three or four bottles.
After drinking five bottles of the "Water of Life and Death," Ian finally felt the familiar drowsiness. He immediately lay back on the bed, his thoughts gradually drifting into a hazy state.
to be frank.
This was his first time entering the Enchanted Realm as a Legendary. In the past, when he entered the Enchanted Realm, he always felt himself falling or passing through some kind of barrier. This time was different—he clearly felt that he had actually been standing still the whole time, and that an unseen, invisible "door" was passing through his body.
As we passed through that door.
Ian felt the scene before him gradually becoming blurry.
but.
His perception remained as clear as ever, which allowed him to perceive a truth he had never thought of before, or rather, one that most wizards had never pondered—his magic field unfolded like a golden spider web, resonating with the silver runes on the "door" that passed through him.
"I see."
The young wizard was greatly surprised, but then it dawned on him.
"The way to reach the Dreamlike Realm is not by traversing a location, but by changing the state of one's soul... When the soul is in a specific state, that is when one arrives at the Dreamlike Realm."
"The dreamlike realm always overlaps with reality... It's both far and near; without reaching that state, you can never arrive." Ian wondered if any legendary wizards had ever known this earth-shattering truth after their deaths. He was somewhat confused, after all, many things in the past had proven that the concept of "distance" should be real.
Otherwise.
He would also find it much more difficult to summon Ariana in the time loop than in the real world—a fact that contradicts what he has now discovered.
"Perhaps... there is an explanation to resolve this contradiction, but I don't know what kind of explanation it is." Ian felt that this might be a research direction that would make him go down in history.
but.
Now is clearly not the time to think about this issue.
With the improvement of vision.
Ian had fully arrived in the land of the dreamlike illusion—a chilling mist immediately clung to his eyelashes. The young wizard stood beside a river that looked very dark, its waters flowing swiftly and silently like molten obsidian, though quite different from the black of the Black Sea he had seen before.
Are there twinkling stars reflected on the river? But when Ian looked up, there were no stars in the hazy sky. The river was as black as ink, yet it reflected nonexistent starlight.
Those starlight twinkled and leaped, illusory and ethereal, as if weaving some unknown dream, or like imprisoned fireflies, flickering in the inky water.
"Another new map?"
Ian was already quite used to such unexpected events. However, compared to before, he was now completely calm in the face of such situations.
It’s different in the past.
Ian has already found a way to return to familiar territory on his own. His legendary status allows him to apparite within this world using magic.
"Let's see where we are first."
Ian knew he would never appear in a scene unrelated to him for no reason, so he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he began to look around at the scene.
Strange, dark forests rise on both sides of the river.
The trees were twisted like tormented human bodies, as if manipulated by an invisible giant hand. Their bark was covered with eye-like scars, and their branches intertwined to form thorny arches.
Dark green moss hung from the tree trunks, resembling a witch's long hair. A sweet, decaying scent wafted in the air, mingled with the damp earth and the aroma of some ancient herb. The lush foliage was so dense and layered that it blocked out the sun, preventing even a sliver of sunlight from penetrating the entire forest.
Ok.
Anyway, there's no sun in the sky.
This place was eerie and unsettling, like the dark forest inhabited by evil villains in a fairy tale. Ian couldn't understand why a pure and innocent little wizard like himself would be here.
"fairy tale……"
Between thoughts.
Ian seemed to have grasped a key word. This forest really did resemble the dark forest in the stories he heard as a child, where the evil witch used bones as fences and poisoned apples as doorbells.
"Um?"
Just as Ian focused his gaze, intending to look into the depths of the Black Forest, his vision pierced through the layers of mist and met directly into a pair of gleaming eyes approaching. Those eyes were incredibly deep, a chilling dark green, with eerie pentagons in their pupils—clearly not the eyes of a benevolent being.
"What the hell is that?"
Ian narrowed his eyes slightly.
His wand had already appeared in his hand.
The fog seemed to freeze the moment the two looked at each other.
(End of this chapter)