Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 641 - 180: The Privilege of Royalty, Ian’s Heart

The scarlet writing shimmered with a chilling sheen under the firelight.

"Back from the dead?"

Ian’s gaze sharpened slightly.

"Who isn’t? I just came back too." This was the subconscious thought of the Little Wizard, although he was just venting. The crooked writing on the wall still made him extremely perplexed.

Who would scribble such phrases on the walls of Hogwarts to scare others?

The answer was obvious.

Part of Voldemort’s Soul Artifact was still out there. Besides good brother Tom, there was no one else who would do such a thing. With a little estimation, Little Wizard could guess the situation.

What surprised Ian was that the words which should have been "The Chamber has been opened, enemies of the Heir beware" had turned into this kind of award acceptance speech.

"I... have returned from death?" Ian read the words on the wall and turned to look at the golden-haired boy beside him, "I didn’t expect you to be such an edgy person."

He certainly knew that these words were unlikely to be Ririm’s work, but it didn’t stop him from teasing this slightly mysterious boy who always gave him a familiar yet strange feeling.

Ririm seemed visibly startled by Ian’s words.

"I’m not some lingering spirit, unable to write this kind of boastful statement without self-awareness." The golden-haired boy shook his head with a faint laugh, responding with a tone of helplessness.

This made the Little Wizard even more astonished.

"You seem to know things I shouldn’t know." Ian raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat surprised as he scrutinized the golden-haired boy in front of him once more.

A normal person wouldn’t make such a deduction.

Most people would just think this is some prank. Even if they didn’t know the prankster twins of Hogwarts, normal people wouldn’t think along the lines of a resurrecting spirit.

"Of course."

In response to the Little Wizard’s gaze, the golden-haired boy just smiled faintly.

"Don’t underestimate the Olivander family. The Olivander family bloodline is noble and is directly descended from the legendary, super-wise, mysterious, immensely powerful, prophetic, brave, and undying wizard Merlin, or at least the closest branch to that bloodline. We are stronger than most Pure-blood Clan inheritances."

His tone was full of pride, with a hint of shameless boasting, leaving one to wonder how he came up with so many adjectives to describe a wizard in such a short time.

"I think your ancestor would surely be proud to have a descendant like you." Ian couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up, acknowledging that he found a thicker skin than his own in Ririm.

"Yes, of course, he would be very pleased." Ririm gladly accepted Ian’s compliment as his unusual golden eyes looked again at the writing on the wall.

"You know, this is an action many Ancient Wizards were very curious about. It’s just very unfortunate that throughout history, not a single wizard has dared to attempt it."

"Now, there’s truly such an unlucky one, doing what others dare not. I bet, regardless of the outcome, this guy would definitely leave a dramatic mark in history." The golden-haired boy lightly touched the writing on the wall, his voice airy and carrying an inexplicable sense of anticipation.

"Isn’t this also a kind of legend?"

His soft whisper didn’t escape Ian’s ears.

The Little Wizard immediately raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Ian heard a term tonight that seemed sensitive to him, legend, and he couldn’t help but take another deep look at the mysterious golden-haired boy.

Ririm didn’t have any intention to beat around the bush.

"I mean, a miracle of resurrection doesn’t belong to a realm where humans can forge... it’s an event that requires more advanced forces to be involved."

The golden-haired boy’s eyes were deep and profound, his gentle and thin voice carried a sense of admiration, as if he was admiring the subject of their conversation.

"What do you think it might be?" Ian clearly wanted to lure out Ririm’s words, but Ririm didn’t fall for it. Instead, the golden-haired boy seemed to see through Ian’s intentions.

He didn’t give a straight answer, only speaking ambiguously.

"You know? In the Dark Arts, the ritual of creating a Soul Artifact has always been despised over the years because the act of creating one already requires deceiving the God of Death."

"And the God of Death himself doesn’t like being deceived... It’s rumored that He has been tricked too many times by certain beings." The topics Ririm brought up clearly went beyond what someone his age should know.

Ian was rather surprised whether the Olivander family might be a long-hidden Dark Wizard Clan.

"You even know about Soul Artifacts?"

It’s no wonder the Little Wizard was so aghast, as knowledge of Soul Artifacts, such an advanced Dark Arts knowledge, hadn’t even spread among many powerful wizard groups.

Even some Pure-blood Clans might not know much about it.

"Don’t you know about it too?"

Ririm simply responded with a counter-question.

"..."

Ian rarely found himself at a loss for words when asked by peers, let alone a junior a year below him. He felt he ought to defend his dignity as a senior at Hogwarts.

"I know because I am knowledgeable and well-read. This is not content a Little Wizard should be exposed to." Saying this, Ian turned to Ririm with a very serious expression.