Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 625 - 175: Hogwarts, The Final Fairy Tale

The saying goes, "words that don't shock won't rest."

Witch Morgan's words were like a resonant bell, exploding in the little wizard's mind. His gaze shifted from astonishment to an incredulous and uncertain disbelief.

"Are you saying that the skeleton I signed a contract with is actually a god?" Ian's voice was filled with an indescribable shock.

He thought his imagination was already wild enough, thinking that the black-robed skeleton might be a legend. Who could have thought that reality could sometimes be even more bizarre and absurd than imagined!

"What else could it be? Have you ever seen your teacher wander around the human world for no reason? What I can't accomplish, do you think other legends can transcend the boundaries of life and death?"

Morgan sneered coldly.

Her words seemed to make some sense.

"Indeed, I simmered it for so long, and it didn't even get osteoporosis; it's clearly not a normal human bone." Ian always found arguments that left people speechless.

"..." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Even Morgan was at a loss for words. To be honest, she didn't even dare to think about why Ian would simmer a human bone soup. Even the most evil dark wizards she knew wouldn't have such a taste.

"The contract between you is for ten thousand years, right?" Morgan chose to change the topic. The unstable messages she received through Ariana didn't reveal much.

She only roughly understood what kind of incident Ian had encountered.

Yes, an incident.

Taking someone back from the God of Death... the fact that Ian could return so quickly also exceeded the predictions of this legendary witch and made her clearly identify two pieces of information.

First.

The authority this little wizard holds is greater than she imagined.

Second.

The God of Death might be weaker than she estimated. This somewhat substantiates the other piece of information. After all, the more the little wizard has, the more the God of Death must have lost back then.

"Yes, at least that skeleton said the contract was for ten thousand years... didn't I ask for your help to analyze it?" Ian thought the witch might be starting to experience memory loss.

"I'm neither the party involved nor a witness. Being able to help you decipher whether there's a trap in the contract is already impressive enough. Do you expect me to have everything perfectly clear?"

The witch snorted complacently.

The little wizard dared not retort.

"It's good enough to know it does me no harm. My only worry is encountering another Slytherin type of scoundrel." His relieved look made the witch sneer again.

"I'd advise you not to laugh too soon." Morgan's voice took on a playful tone, "You have to know, a god wouldn't be taken advantage of by others for no reason."

"In a contract with them, no matter how down they are, it can only be an equal contract. You should understand what this means, right?"

Not giving the little wizard any time to respond.

Morgan continued to speak leisurely, "This means the transaction between you is an equivalent exchange. He committed to ten thousand years, and what do you need to provide in return?"

This was a question thrown at the little wizard.

"Give it love?"

Ian thought about how the black-robed skeleton kept repeating even when being simmered. Of course, he knew the legendary witch meant more than that.

He couldn't figure out the real answer, so he hoped Morgan could provide one. At worst, playing dumb to get a hint would be great too.

"That's only a part of your contract."

Morgan glanced at the little wizard beside her. How could she not see through the little wizard's mind? She just chose not to reveal it, "The real price is hidden beneath this contract."

"He used your strength to escape the God of Death's imprisonment, so naturally he has to pay a corresponding price. However, in my view, this price is certainly not worth ten thousand years of allegiance."

"For this reason, perhaps, I mean possibly, the content of the contract also includes you needing to seek revenge for him or for a civilization he once protected."

Morgan shared her view.

Though it was only speculation.

Yet her tone still carried a sense of certainty.

"Oh, come on, he couldn't defeat the God of Death, and expects me to do it?" Ian always had a sense of self-awareness, so he never sought trouble he probably couldn't handle.

However.

"The God of Death is merely in charge of handling anything that 'dies'; who said the disaster that destroyed him and his civilization was the God of Death?" Morgan's meaningful reply was somewhat unexpected.

"If not the God of Death, then what?"

Ian was rather surprised.

"Heh, if I knew that, I wouldn't still be just a legend... that's a puzzle you need to solve yourself. The only thing I know is that divine spirits once massively disappeared."

"Everyone speculated they were dead. As for the cause of death... perhaps Merlin knows. If you can find the area he hid in, maybe you could go and ask him."

Morgan spread her long hands to express helplessness.

"Only Merlin knows the truth?"

Ian was also quite curious about why the divine spirits disappeared and no longer appeared.

"Of course, although I don't quite like him, I still have to admit, he's braver than all of us, having walked the path of exploring godhood."

"It's just a pity that obviously the faith of the wizards didn't help him succeed. As for where he is now, I guess he still remains in some area within the Misty Illusion Realm."