The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 254, Section 253: The Shattered King! The Ruler of the Dead Kingdom!

Chapter 254, Section 253: The Shattered King! The Ruler of the Dead Kingdom!

In a quiet little town.

The soft sunlight shone evenly on every inch of the land.

It veiled the town in a dreamlike mist.

However, the once peaceful town was thrown into chaos by Ian's arrival, with its tranquility shattered by a sudden upheaval.

As for the cause of the matter...

Of course, it was Pendro's mistaken attack that led to Morgan being attacked without warning, and the young wizard Ian also suffered an undeserved disaster due to the wrath of the angry woman.

"Hide? You're going to hide it from me again?"

Ian initially ran rampant through the town, searching frantically but couldn't find Pandro. However, he was convinced that Pandro must be hiding somewhere.

and so.

He chose to use magic.

"They'll all ascend to heaven!"

This is actually a levitation spell, but because it is a relatively basic type of magic, Ian is no longer limited to the incantation, so he can recite whatever incantation he wants.

Judging from the results...

This could actually be considered a super version of the Levitation Spell; changing the spell's name wouldn't be out of the question. Like the Vulcan's Path, it's essentially an advanced technique of fire magic.

Ian's wand flashed with a blinding golden light, and all the buildings in the town—the bakery, the blacksmith's shop, the houses, and even the public toilets—trembled and lifted off the ground.

It floated up to a height of thirty feet in the air.

Like building blocks lifted by an invisible hand, they crookedly and steadily climbed towards the clouds. Several flowerpots rolled off the balcony, shattering into a rain of ceramic shards in mid-air.

A few wisps of lingering magical light seeped from the cracks in the bricks and tiles of these buildings, reflecting a dreamlike color in the sunset. To the uninitiated, it might seem as if they were seeing a city in the sky.

Actually.

This was merely an obstacle moved by the enraged young wizard to make it easier for him to find the culprit. And as expected, once the obstacle was removed, Pendro, who had been hiding, was immediately exposed.

He was originally hiding in the barn.

As the granary rose into the sky, his conspicuous figure became impossible to hide. Faced with Ian's menacing charge, Pandro chose to flee over fighting.

"It's all a misunderstanding! Really! You can ask Ariana if you don't believe me!" Pandro's golden hair was covered in straw as he ran away with his head in his hands, looking completely unlike the dignity a king should have.

"Don't run! You scoundrel!"

Without saying a word, Ian started chasing after Pandro.

Then, Ian pulled out a spiked mace. The spikes on the mace gleamed coldly, as if telling of the "punishment" that was about to come.

It was dragged along the stone road, leaving a trail of sparks.

"what?"

After glancing back, Pandro was terrified.

"Really! Quick! Ariana! Come and testify for me! It's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! In our Guardian God form, everyone else appears black and white!"

"I can't tell them apart at all! I'm face-blind!" Pan Deluo almost turned into Liu Jingdong. He leaned back nimbly, causing the spiked club to graz his nose.

Sweat kept pouring down his forehead.

Taking advantage of the situation, Pandro rolled over and over again, dozens of incredibly fast rolls in a row, creating a significant distance between himself and Ian. It was unclear whether he felt he wasn't running fast enough.

He still felt like he had "invincible frames" when he was rolling. In short, even with his accessories hanging on his waist, Pandro showed no intention of taking them out.

Perhaps this ancient British king knew he was in the wrong?

"Can't tell the difference? You big dummy!"

Ian threw the spiked club directly, hitting Pandro, who was getting up, right in the buttocks. Instantly, Pandro howled and sprinted forward for dozens of meters.

"Does the guardian deity see people in black and white?"

"Can't tell the difference?"

"Then why don't you just cut me?"

With a flick of his wrist, the spiked club that had been embedded in Pandro's buttocks flew back into his hand. It was an alchemical creation he had made based on Thor's axe from the Marvel movies.

It works well.

very useful.

Dozens of small holes appeared directly on Pandro's buttocks. This meant that no blood could flow out of his soul; otherwise, a single blow from that spiked club would have turned his body into a showerhead.

"hiss!"

Pandelo gasped in pain and immediately continued his escape. He was very agile, leaping several meters at a time, climbing up the rocks and tree trunks floating in the sky.

It's as if they want to re-enter the town floating in the sky to avoid Ian.

Ian was still quite angry, so he immediately sprang to his feet, not intending to give Pandro a chance to catch his breath, and spiked clubs appeared in both of his hands.

He ran.

he chased.

As King Arthur, Pendro would indeed have no chance of escaping.

"King Arthur, huh? You think you're King Arthur?!" Ian shouted as he chased after him, perhaps also feeling annoyed that Pendro had kept him in the dark.

The little wizard really did serve as a drummer for many years.

How could one not feel resentful?

Now, old grievances and new grievances are piled up, so perhaps Ian no longer cares about right or wrong; he just needs to vent his anger. He swings his spiked club in the air, creating a whistling sound, as if it's about to smash heavily onto the fleeing Pandro in the next second.

He wanted to smash it but didn't.

That's the scariest thing.

Pandro is the best proof of this.

"They're having so much fun."

Below the floating town.

Amidst the chaotic scene of chasing and running, Ariana remained seemingly detached. She wore a simple dress, her hair gently swaying in the breeze.

original.

She had already taken out her cleaning tools, ready to thoroughly clean up the torrent of trash Ian had brought, but since everything had floated into the sky, she had nowhere to use her tools. Looking up at the two chasing after her, Ariana couldn't help but smile.

She didn't feel any danger; instead, she felt a strange, suppressed laugh at Pandelo's amusement—as a soul, she certainly wouldn't be truly injured by the spiked club attack.

of course.

It must hurt.

Ariana, who already knew that it was Pendro who attacked Ms. Morgan, causing Ian to be implicated, felt that Pendro should indeed learn a lesson for his recklessness.

"These are precious memories." Ariana sighed slightly, then, as if suddenly intrigued, she took out the magic camera that Ian had given her from her pocket.

With a "click" sound.

The image freezes the moment when Pandro is struck on the head with a spiked club.

The suspended clock tower in the background is a perfect backdrop, and the composition of this photo is absolutely artistic, at least the kind of art that Ian would like to see.

And Pandro would probably grin at that—thinking of this, Ariana couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, her whole demeanor exuding peace and tranquility as she stood on the ground.

In stark contrast to the boisterous and frenzied Ian and Pendro above, it's as if they're not on the same level, but surprisingly, the image looks quite harmonious from a distance.

In the small town above.

The levitation spell was, after all, magic cast by Ian.

Pandro had clearly miscalculated. Even though he was as agile as a genetically modified monkey, no matter how he moved and dodged, he couldn't escape Ian's sight.

Ian's consciousness was definitely faster than Pendro's physical movements, which meant that no matter how Pendro ran, Ian could move the "foundation" of the spot where he was standing towards himself.

"Grass!"

Pandro realized that the more he ran, the closer he got to Ian; if he didn't run, Ian would grab him by the collar. He could only utter a speechless, human-like complaint.

"Stop running! I want a reasonable explanation!" Ian grabbed his collar and slammed him against a bullock cart without any oxen. Pandro was stunned by the impact, and before he could recover, Ian had already pressed a spiked club against his groin.

Pandro immediately broke out in a sweat.

His weakness may no longer be of any use in this world.

however.

The memory of Ian the monkey stealing his peaches was still incredibly clear, and it was attacking him fiercely. Looking at the gleaming spiked club, he couldn't imagine how painful it would be to be hit by that thing.

"I can explain!"

Pandro's Adam's apple bobbed as the cold iron spikes gleamed.

"I really wasn't lying!"

He was so anxious that he even started using Old English.

"At first, I really couldn't remember anything. I only slowly remembered later. Look, the name I used is a partial spelling of my original name. This is the best proof that I have amnesia!" A strand of blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and Pandelo's expression looked quite sincere.

"Hmm? You don't remember anything at first?"

Ian's eyes revealed a deep suspicion.

He knew that souls in the illusionary realm would gradually lose their memories, but he felt that King Arthur, as a legendary hero, should not be like ordinary souls.

Faced with Ian's disbelief.

Pandro gave a wry smile.

The muscles in his face twitched slightly due to tension.

There's a reason for that.

He spoke in a very tired voice.

"What's the reason? Why would the soul of a legendary hero lose its memory like a wandering ghost?"

Ian pressed for an answer.

Pandro was silent for a moment, then shook his head with a touch of melancholy. "I really don't know what I did that led me to this place in a daze. It's because I've been by your side for so long that I've slowly started to remember some things. Otherwise, I probably would have completely lost all memories of my life."

His words were sincere.

but.

Ian couldn't help but frown.

"Could you have said this sooner?"

To be honest, Ian was skeptical, mainly because this guy's acting was inconsistent, and it was hard to tell when he was acting like an Oscar winner and when he was acting like a background actor.

"You didn't ask either." King Arthur blinked his clear eyes, his innocent expression making you want to punch him. The words had barely left his mouth when Ian immediately raised his spiked club.

"Still daring to argue!"

Ian thought the other person was a complete jerk.

And how to deal with sluts.

Being soft-hearted is disrespectful to steel bars. Thinking of this, Ian coated the barbs on the spiked club with deadly poison, leaving Pandro speechless and drenched in sweat.

"No! I shouldn't have been so cheeky!"

King Arthur crossed his arms in front of his face.

His face was deathly pale.

Fortunately, the spiked club remained suspended in mid-air in the end.

Ian squinted.

"Why can I regain my memories when I'm around?" He recalled what Pandro had said earlier and felt that he had grasped some important information from the other's words.

This question caused King Arthur's expression to suddenly become subtle.

He hesitated for a few seconds.

His gaze drifted to the wand at Ian's waist.

But there has been no response for a long time.

"Because I named you?" Ian frowned, suddenly interrupting. This logical guess made King Arthur's eyes widen and his mouth form a perfect circle.

"What? What did you say?" Pandelo's shock seemed genuine; he even forgot the spiked club pressed against his throat, as if he were hearing this information for the first time.

"The name you gave me?"

The expression on the King of Legends' face was priceless.

Ian scrutinized the handsome face with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism. Again, this guy's acting was inconsistent—just moments ago he was like a mediocre stage actor, but now even the slightest tremor in his pupils was incredibly realistic, making it impossible to tell when he was telling the truth and when he was acting.

Well, how should I put it?

This situation is understandable.

There are no truly naive and innocent kings in this world. Pendragon is able to be recorded in history as Arthur Pendragon, becoming an eternal king of ancient Great Britain.

His acting skills, his thoughtfulness, and his intelligence are all top-notch. This is true in both the East and the West, and in both the present and the past.

It could even include the future.

The opposite is the leader.

There must be a deep and unfathomable heart within.

This is a law.

It is the rule of nature.

Ian didn't know whether he should believe Pandro's words.

"Besides this reason, is there any other reason?" He didn't explain the process of naming the other person, but instead focused on this question that he had vaguely anticipated in his mind.

He eased the pressure from the spiked club slightly.

Apandro licked his dry lips, his eyes growing serious.

"You should have found the truth by now, right?"

His voice suddenly lowered, as if afraid someone would hear, "The living can enter the world of the dead. This is a rebellious act, a miracle that even Merlin could not accomplish."

"And you, when you were still a child, before you even came into contact with magic, were able to do this... It's because you're special enough."

Pandro had indeed known about Ian's special nature for a long time.

"Tell me something I don't know?"

Ian raised an eyebrow.

Pandro remained silent for a moment.

"it is good."

He responded.

"One of your three corpses is the ruler of the Kingdom of the Dead, so naturally you possess the power to help your soul repair itself... Even your unconscious influence is enough to heal my shattered soul."

Pandroh's words were packed with information.

but.

Somewhat bewildered, Ian seemed to only hear the previous sentence echoing in his ears.

One of the Three Corpses?

hiss!

It seems we have a prior connection!

What kind of monstrosity is this?!

(End of this chapter)