The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 38: Gryffindor? A Guaranteed Win

Perhaps it wasn't just Ian's imagination.

after all.

Although the witch appeared extremely angry, she did not choose to take action. Instead, she glared at Pendro and Ariana with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

"Ian! We've come to rescue you!"

Pandelo, carrying a long sword, looked menacing.

perhaps.

Only Ariana, with her more perceptive mind, noticed that Ian and Mara in the hall didn't look like prisoners or criminals, and showed a look of shame, as if she had "gotten into trouble."

"Pandero...Ian doesn't seem to have been captured..."

She whispered a reminder to Pandro.

"what?"

Pandro looked puzzled.

"How could that be! I heard she loves eating children!"

The extraordinary swordsman still wanted to stick to his own judgment.

"Click click click~"

That's the sound of the witch Mara gritting her teeth.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot to go find them and tell them about my situation here," Ian quickly stepped forward to smooth things over after regaining his composure.

"Get your friends out of my territory!"

The witch directed some of her anger at Ian, but judging from her behavior, she may indeed be quite wary of Pendro, who had trespassed on her territory.

"what?"

Even if Pandro was slow to react, he still heard Ian's address to the witch Mara. His eyes immediately went blank, and his face visibly flushed red.

"Did I guess wrong...?"

The "old ghost" who looked like a boy was at a loss for words.

He drew his sword and looked around at a loss.

At this moment, it's as if a concrete picture has emerged.

The imposing aura that seemed ready to annihilate everything had vanished.

"Mrs. Mara, I'm so sorry, we'll help you repair this." Ariana, filled with shame, began to frantically bow and apologize to the witch Mara.

"With his empty brain and you, you ignorant little brat? You should be thanking yourselves for even being able to create a chair that people can sit on!"

The witch Mara's face darkened, and she turned to look at Ian again.

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

Done.

The witch turned and walked into the depths of the castle with a grim expression. Although her dress did not drag on the ground like a rag, the missing corner was still very noticeable.

"I don't want to stay here! The monsters are coming again!"

"How terrifying! How terrifying!"

"He must be plotting to harm us again!"

The tables, chairs, and benches all followed the long legs and trailed behind the witch.

"That woman has a terrible temper!"

Pandro immediately began complaining after the witch left.

"Pandero, say less. After all, it was our fault. We damaged a lot of her property," Ariana weakly reminded him from the side.

"Hmph, she tried to capture me before, so this is at most even."

Pandelo, however, was somewhat unconvinced.

obviously.

He had dealings with the Witch Mara before.

"I don't think Teacher Mara is that bad, right? She taught me quite a lot." Ian walked to the front door with some curiosity, and only then did he see the scene outside clearly.

Armor fragments lay scattered everywhere, and some pieces of armor, half-body armor, crawled pitifully on the ground, frantically trying to get as far away from Pandro as possible.

"Perhaps, or maybe I had a grudge against her when I was alive?"

Pandro spoke with some uncertainty.

Just like Ariana.

He only remembered that he was waiting for someone here.

But they never got to see it.

The longer they stay in this mysterious place, the more blurred their memories of the mortal world become, until they are completely forgotten, at which point they will have to embark on the next journey.

"No matter what, we've definitely made a huge mess of things this time."

Ariana sighed nervously.

"At worst, we can compensate her with a giant dragon, the one we encountered in the north. It looked incredibly fierce and has only been dead for a few years. It's definitely more impressive than her pieces of junk."

Although Pandroh was still being stubborn, he was not unaware that he had made a mistake.

"I will find a way to make it up to Teacher Mara."

Ian patted Pandro on the shoulder.

He was deeply moved by the two men's "rescue" actions.

Regardless.

Those who care so much about his safety are definitely true friends—of course, perhaps these two friends don't realize that no one can imprison him in the illusionary realm?

As soon as the time comes.

He will eventually be forcibly sent back to the real world...

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

Ian nodded.

"Teacher Mara is very knowledgeable, which helped me get a head start over other young wizards in my studies." He wasn't just saying these flattering words insincerely.

"very nice."

Ariana felt happy for Ian, but also a little envious.

"Perhaps I can bring you some magic textbooks too."

Ian remembered that Ariana had always harbored a certain longing for Hogwarts.

"Teaching her is useless; magic has no meaning here."

Pandro shook his head and said in a rather proud tone, "You might as well learn swordsmanship from me and then you can cut down whatever you want."

talking.

The superb swordsman even brandished his ordinary-looking sword.

"I was once invincible in the Illusory Realm, and even that... that Godric Gryffindor from your school could barely hold his own against me for a few moves!"

Good guy!

He even fencing with the founder of Hogwarts?

Do you know Godric Gryffindor?

Ian became curious.

Although Ms. Mara seemed very wary of this friend, how could Ms. Mara compare to Gryffindor? That was the famous Sword Saint of Hogwarts!

Although there is no written record of how strong Gryffindor's swordsmanship was, they were, after all, legendary wizards evolving towards "Gandalf," and ordinary swordsmen would probably not be their match.

"I met him a few years ago, but he left quickly. That guy was pretty good at swordsmanship, so I remember him."

Pandro proudly raised his head and began to swing his longsword, performing several dazzling sword flourishes. He then turned to Ariana and urged her to learn swordsmanship from him.

"You've all been dead for who knows how long, so aren't swordsmanship and magic pretty useless?" Ian almost got his little toe chopped off by the sword that Pandro was brandishing.

"yes."

Ariana nodded helplessly beside her.

For the souls here.

They do not shy away from talking about the fact that they are dead.

"You'll definitely need it someday, trust me."

Pandro spoke with great confidence.

"Um, when you took me up the mountain earlier, you also told me to trust you..."

Ariana, however, was left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

"It's different, it's different."

Pandro gave an awkward, forced laugh.

Perhaps it was to change the subject.

He immediately turned and looked at Ian with bright eyes.

"Ariana told me you've started learning magic, so we went to find you a welcome gift. Take a look, this is something special; I wouldn't waste my time on just anyone!"

talking.

Pandro pulled something from his pocket—an apple, as if cast in gold, shining brightly even in the dim castle.

It seems like a fragment of the sun left behind on earth, or a masterpiece crafted by the gods.