Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 631 - 177: A Shattered Past, Bloodline Soul Seeking

Faced with Witch Morgan’s words that never failed to shock.

The expression on the Little Wizard’s face slowly changed.

His Adam’s apple visibly bobbed up and down as he swallowed—being able to kill a Legendary Witch should spark anyone’s curiosity, especially when the magic involved was so similar to [Avada Plague], so Ian should’ve been itching to ask about it. But when he heard that familiar name, Ian didn’t dare open his mouth to ask anything at all.

Was it Medivh who killed Morgan?

Wrong place, wrong script!

This isn’t even the master-apprentice tradition of the Naruto World!

What the hell is all this about! Honestly, Ian had never regretted flaunting himself this much. He even wished he could suddenly come down with "acute deafness" right now.

"Oh... that... that’s really terrifying." Struggling to calm himself, Ian stammered, his tone genuinely filled with horror.

"You look nervous?"

Witch Morgan’s eyes narrowed into crescents, her smile mischievous and full. With a wave of her hand, she dispelled the out-of-control magic caused by Ian’s emotional swings and landed gracefully in front of him. The Ancient Giant Dragon, meanwhile, flew to the top of the castle, coiling its massive body as it lay atop the roof.

It stared down at Ian on the ground, muttering and cursing under its breath.

"Mainly... mainly, I’m just too shocked. I always thought you died of old age." Ian hurried to find a reasonable excuse for his overreaction. He should’ve acted way better than this, but caught off guard as he was, all he had inside was confusion and disbelief.

Maybe Medivh isn’t my future alternate persona?

Otherwise—

He really couldn’t think of any reason he’d kill his own teacher. Just as the Little Wizard wrestled with his anxiety, Morgan suddenly—and coincidentally—answered his silent question.

"Your way of thinking isn’t exactly wrong." Morgan, draped in a luxurious gown, crossed her arms and curled her lips. "I was just so tired of living that I decided to court death."

"You know how it is: when someone lives too long, they start looking for excitement. I may not have Merlin’s ambition, but I still wanted to glimpse what lies ahead for the Legendary."

"Happened to be I’d heard some things—yes, matters involving Divine Spirits—a rumor that had swept through the Wizards. Supposedly, the secret behind the Divine Spirits’ disappearance was hidden in a great canyon."

Her tone turned nostalgic, reminiscing about the past.

Maybe this is a kind of ’privilege’ for the Legendary after death—having lingered so many years in the Misty Illusion Realm, Morgan’s memory was as sharp as ever.

All that talk about forgetting? Please, what a scam—bullied the Little Wizard for being too naive!

See!

In the next instant, the Legendary Black Witch waved her hand, and memories from the distant past materialized. Ian was pulled straight into one of her memories.

Every detail was rendered in crystal clarity.

This was a bit like the Memory Magic Ian had learned from Dumbledore—only, here, surrounded by nature, the mountains lapped one another, ridges upon ridges like a magnificent ink painting. Mist wove through the mountains, sometimes light and ethereal, other times thick and weighty, making the land all the more dreamlike and mysterious.

Sunlight broke through the clouds, spilling over the peaks in glittering brilliance—truly breathtaking.

A crystal-clear brook meandered by, leaping over rocks with a cheerful tinkling sound. Along the banks bloomed all manner of strange flowers and grasses, displaying vibrant colors and intoxicating scents. Following the creek upstream, dense forests appeared, the trees so tall their crowns vanished into cloud, their lush boughs providing the valley with oxygen and cool shade.

Bird calls echoed through the forest, small creatures darted in and out, forming a lively, living landscape.

Those mountains and topography were unfamiliar to Ian, but this forest and the messages it carried were intimately familiar—he’d had many a heart-to-heart with Ariana in exactly this kind of setting.

"Godric’s Hollow!"

Ian cried out the Illusion Realm’s name in surprise, suddenly understanding why Morgan’s afterlife ended up just next door to Ariana’s domain.

"Back then, it was just a canyon—not called that yet." Morgan stepped forward, Ian right on her heels, eager to learn precisely why Morgan had died.

One behind the other, they threaded their way through winding canyon paths, walked for most of the day, circled lush forests, and ultimately arrived at a remote, tranquil spot.

Here, far away from humanity’s noise, only the sounds of nature softly echoed around them.

"Why are we walking so far?"

Ian wondered why Teacher Morgan didn’t just set the memory’s anchor point at the destination, but instead dragged him on a grand tour of the whole canyon, as if it were physical training.

"Maybe it’s because you need to remember the way."

The Witch Morgan’s reply was cryptic.

She finally stopped before a sheer mountain wall, overgrown with foliage. There was nothing remarkable about the cliff face, but she faced it and intoned a secret phrase aloud.

"Ask me your question, King of Bronze and Fire." She used Old English—not Magic Rune. Only now did Ian realize that Morgan’s Memory Magic differed a bit from Dumbledore’s.

Dumbledore’s Memory Magic was more like putting the experiencer into the past as a bystander. Morgan, on the other hand, was obviously making Ian personally retrace events that had happened countless years ago.