Reborn at Hogwarts - Chapter 157

c155 Man in black

Dumbledore asked Nicole Flamel some other questions. Although the old man was a little tired just after getting out of trouble, he insisted on answering them one by one after knowing the seriousness of the matter.

It’s just that he didn’t know as much as Ivan, and the last three didn’t get any suitable information, so they could only give up the possibility of getting more help from him, and they all got up and said goodbye.

…

When the carriage was running silently on the path of mist, Zooey looked at Ivan who was silent and obviously not in a good mood, and comforted softly: “Don’t think about it anymore… Actually, we didn’t gain anything this time, at least you Confirmed that there is no curse attached to the diary, right?”

Ivan smiled, but didn’t answer.

Zooey understood that his mood at this time could not be comforted by just saying a few words, so she sat silently for a while, and finally got up and left.

Watching Zoe come to the car window and stand beside Dumbledore, Ivan let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the sofa.

Another fast-paced battle.

It didn’t take even an hour from entering the door until Paracelsus apparated and left.

This alchemist who should have disappeared in the tide of the times, but finally disappeared from everyone, the person standing behind him finally surfaced, revealing his ferocious minions.

Geralt Vesemir…

The so-called “Original Alchemist” “Husband of Rowena Ravenclaw”… the ancestor of House Vesemir.

Ivan knew that Paracelsus undoubtedly mixed a lot of false information in that question and answer.

For example, about the “Jade Record”… If Geralt Vesemir obtained the knowledge of alchemy from this ancient scroll, then he could never be the first alchemist.

Unless “Jade Record” is really written by the legendary ruler of the underworld… However, Ivan does not believe that there are really gods in this world.

In his opinion, the so-called God of Death is nothing more than an extremely powerful wizard.

As for the “Corpse Eater” Hrasvargarr, through the information obtained from Rowena Ravenclaw’s memory, Ivan knew that it was a giant at first, and later put on a magical feather coat, Turned into the appearance of a giant eagle.

This is even more out of touch with “God”.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it’s just a fake whose strength surpasses that of ordinary wizards so much that it is revered as a god.

Recalling the information he had collected, Ivan became more and more certain that neither “Reaper” nor “Hrasvarger” could be called the same kind of creatures as the gods in his cognition.

Maybe Ivan himself didn’t realize it… His thoughts like this were just subconscious resistance.

If they are really gods, then what room do they have to resist?

The reality is not a novel about leveling up, fighting monsters and changing maps. There is no way to become a god. If everything Ivan experienced has been swayed by the hand of God, then he will no longer have the possibility of resisting.

So he refuses.

There is no god in this world, so resistance is valuable… Ivan thought silently.

Concentrating his thoughts, Ivan focused on Geralt Vesemir.

From the ancestor’s weird smile, he faintly suspected that maybe he himself hadn’t really died.

An alchemist who was considered to be the first to refine the Philosopher’s Stone, an ancient wizard who was suspected to have established a connection with the kingdom of the dead, left behind the Vesemir family after mysteriously disappearing.

Ivan did not believe that he would really die.

More likely, he hid for some unknown reason.

Geralt Vesemir’s half-smiley face seemed to linger before his eyes.

Suddenly, as if being struck by lightning in the brain, Ivan shuddered, and another familiar face appeared in his mind.

Black robe wizard!

The man in black seemed friendly when we first met, but there was a hint of weirdness from the beginning to the end.

The powerful wizard who blew up the Ravenclaw statue in the Ravenclaw common room, took the pocket watch, and beat him up.

It was also the “Ivan” who stood in his face outside the principal’s office and unscrupulously declared that he was from the future.

The two faces of Geralt Vesemir and the black-robed wizard overlapped in Ivan’s mind.

Perfect fit!

As if a huge amount of information was injected in an instant, Ivan felt a needle-like pain deep in his brain, and his temples throbbed wildly.

My mind went blank. After a while, Ivan couldn’t help laughing.

That’s right… who else but him?

Who could know the secret hidden in the Ravenclaw statue, except Ravenclaw’s former lover?

Who else could be like him and make Ms. Gray feel confused when they met for the first time?

The fog that had surrounded him all this time gradually receded.

A few sporadic fragments suddenly appeared in the depths of Ivan’s mind.

On the night when he acquired magical powers, after watching him indifferently drink the potion and fell unconscious, the man in black took off his hood, revealing a face exactly like him;

In the Ravenclaw common room on Christmas Day, a man in a black robe walked past him who was arranging his belongings, and raised his hand to set the shackles restricting the incarnation technique on the castle, but he didn’t realize it, as if The other party is just a transparent person who no one cares about;

In Nurmengard Castle, when he looked into Frodo’s eyes, the small and fearful house-elf transformed himself into a black-cloaked, hooded man in front of Grindelwald .

besides……

Ivan suddenly pressed his forehead.

These memories that were shielded or erased by some kind of mysterious power are frantically emerging from the depths of my mind.

Ivan finally discovered that every time they met, the man in black would openly reveal his face and walk past everyone without any disguise.

It’s just that no one cares.

“…Psychological invisibility? Is it hinted? Is it some kind of magic that I haven’t seen before?”

Ivan gritted his teeth thinking, and murmured in his mouth.

“It’s just a trivial trick, don’t think so seriously.”

A joking voice sounded in his ear.

Ivan felt his body stiffen.

He wanted to pull out his wand, or change his shape, but he couldn’t make any movements. He could only slowly raise his head and look around.

In the corner of the living room, sat a man.

Black robe, no hood, short blond hair, blue eyes, with a smile on his mouth, looking at him quietly.

Geralt Vesemir.