touchnovel Chapter 209-208: Morgan's Response! The Dark Lord's Trick!
Chapter 209-208: Morgan's Response! The Dark Lord's Trick!
Chapter 209, Section 208: Morgan's Response! The Dark Lord's Trick!
Night was falling.
The stars, like diamonds, dotted the sky, shimmering with a gentle light. In this era before the industrial revolution, the night was as clean as a stunning curtain.
Ian and Riddle followed Miss Morgan through a dense forest, where the cobblestone path gradually widened and became smoother. The trees on both sides of the path were tall and ancient, their branches intertwined. As they ventured deeper, the outline of a magnificent castle came into view in the distance—a grand and ancient building.
The spires of the towers pierce the clouds, with colorful flags fluttering above them. It has less mystery than Hogwarts Castle, but more of a legendary grandeur and solemnity.
"Welcome to my home, my most respected teacher." Young Morgan dismounted with a dashing air, his tone tinged with a hint of boastful pride.
She handed the horse to the waiting servant, ignoring the servant's gaze towards Ian and the other two, gestured for Ian to proceed, and then began to lead the way.
Perhaps it's because I've returned to a home filled with excessive formalities.
The princess started to put on an act.
Her gait took on a touch of aristocratic elegance, as if each step had been meticulously calculated, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, making a soft rustling sound.
"Click~"
The castle gates slowly opened.
Greeting them were maids in gorgeous uniforms. They were well-trained and respectful. Unlike the servants outside, these maids did not show much curiosity about Ian and his companions.
In the eyes of these little princesses' "own people," their master would go out to look for so-called wizards every now and then, but most of the ones he encountered were just charlatans.
Therefore.
These maids might not be skilled in other crafts, but they were adept at digging holes and burying people. One of the maids secretly glanced at Ian, feeling a pang of regret for the little boy's unattractive appearance.
"Go this way, don't wake my father and mother, they don't like me bringing people back." Little Morgan noticed the maid's strange behavior and gave her a warning look. Then, as if nothing had happened, she enthusiastically led Ian and Ian's servants to her "territory" in the castle.
This is located on the west side of the castle.
The view outside was expansive, offering a panoramic view of the entire castle estate. The castle's interior was far more luxurious than Ian had imagined. In the spacious hall, crystal chandeliers emitted dazzling light, illuminating every corner. The crystals were all genuine natural crystals, each adorned with a candle.
The beautifully painted walls are adorned with exquisite oil paintings. The figures in the paintings are so lifelike that, apart from not being able to move, the painters' skills are absolutely superb.
"Your house is really big. Is this what it means to be an aristocrat?" The floor was covered with a thick, soft, and comfortable carpet. Ian's feet made almost no sound as he walked on it.
It's hard to imagine that people in ancient times could have such a luxurious lifestyle in an era of low productivity.
"My father is very powerful." Little Morgan may not know the future fate of her family. She only knows that as a duke, her father is already at the top of the power pyramid in this world.
It wasn't that this young, future legendary witch liked to show off, but rather that she understood from her previous conversations with Ian that she needed to demonstrate the value of her family to Ian.
"Powerful? That will certainly save me a lot of trouble." Ian chuckled, giving an undisguised response. He was indeed thinking about using the power of this era to find the time converter.
As for how to win over a duke?
For a legendary wizard, there are far too many options. However, given the Duke's status as Morgan's father, Ian cannot use Riddle to cast the Imperius Curse for him.
of course.
Nobles certainly know many nobles.
It would be best if I could run into a few tyrannical nobles.
"Would you mind staying here tonight?" Morgan led Ian to a room with an intricately carved wooden door and exquisitely luxurious furniture.
A large bed, large enough to sleep at least 20 people, is placed in the center of the room. It is covered with soft silk bedding, and an elegant table lamp sits on the bedside table.
In addition to the exquisite furniture, there is a space that is larger than it appears from the outside.
It's bigger inside than outside.
There are obvious signs of magic.
It was clearly not a lie for Morgan to say that his family worshipped a wizard.
"Of course, I'm very satisfied with your arrangements." Ian was somewhat amazed by the luxury of the room, but on the surface, he still maintained his calm and composed image as a mysterious wizard who had seen it all.
"I'm glad you're happy. I hope you have sweet dreams tonight." Morgan showed her good manners; she could sense Ian's fatigue from the journey, so she bowed slightly and left the room. She glanced back at Ian gazing out the window, then led the somewhat worried Riddle to another room.
Seeing that Morgan was leaving.
Ian slowly closed the door. He didn't admire the view outside or enjoy the comfortable bed in the room. Instead, he seemed to be in a hurry and immediately took out his wand.
"Protect the Gods!"
He whispered the incantation, and a wisp of silver light burst forth from the tip of his wand, dancing in the air like a thread. More and more silver threads appeared, intertwining and entwining in the air, gradually outlining a blurry silhouette. The threads continued to dance, outlining a slender waist, flowing long hair, and that face he knew all too well.
"Ariana, I need you to ask my teacher about something for me." Ian said somewhat nervously, telling the slightly confused girl about his outrageous experience.
"This is truly... amazing!" Ariana couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes wide with astonishment at Ian's encounter with Ms. Morgan in the past.
The girl crawled back into the wand.
In reality, we returned to a dreamlike illusion.
Ian waited nervously.
One minute.
five minutes.
The response he so desperately needed came quickly; the wand activated on its own, and the threads reappeared, but this time they only outlined a line of words in the air.
"Follow the course of history."
This is not Ariana's handwriting.
It was the work of... the legendary dark witch. Ian was somewhat taken aback; Morgan had actually put on the ring he had given her and established a connection with it through the Patronus Charm.
"What does this mean...?"
There was no time to think too much. Ian stared at the gradually disappearing words, sensing a certain profound meaning within them, which he couldn't quite grasp for the moment.
What history should we follow?
What is happening now?
Or did the legendary witch not want Ian to interfere with the course of history in the past and change the birth of King Arthur? To be honest, this is indeed a question that Ian can't help but think about.
……
Just as the young wizard was pondering his teacher's deeper meaning...
Another corner of the castle.
Riddle got his own bedroom.
Equally spacious and bright, although the room's decor wasn't as luxurious as Ian's, it was definitely a room for honored guests, and little Morgan certainly wouldn't underestimate a wizard.
Although this wizard was a servant.
"Miss Morgan, you are so generous. It is my honor to stay in such a place." Riddle bowed deeply, once again donning his humble and gentle facade.
"No need to be so polite, it's just proper etiquette."
Faced with this wizard who had previously cursed her and was full of malice, Morgan smiled politely and responded. She demonstrated the true good manners of a noblewoman, not becoming complacent because of others' flattery, nor getting angry because of others' rudeness—at least on the surface.
What this young, wicked woman is thinking is something only Ian could possibly guess.
"I apologize for my previous rudeness and offense. Truly, evil black magic has corrupted my mind. I hope you won't hold it against me." Riddle was still trying to salvage his image, even going so far as to belittle himself and the black magic he had always admired.
timid?
No.
It comes from the heart!
"Your attitude... is quite interesting." Little Morgan could certainly sense Riddle's change. She looked thoughtfully at Riddle before turning and leaving.
in situ.
Only Riddle and the unconscious Malfoy, who needed Riddle's care, remained. Watching the little girl leave, Riddle breathed a sigh of relief, then looked again at Malfoy, whom he was carrying on his back.
His complex inner world began to conspire.
Just as the Dark Lord was racking his brains, the night was deep and quiet, with only a faint candlelight remaining in the castle. Miss Morgan sat alone in her bedroom, holding an ancient book in her hands, reading about forbidden knowledge. Her methods for modifying the domestic pigs clearly came from the book she was reading.
Her bedroom was equally luxurious, with portraits of her family ancestors hanging on the walls and bookshelves filled with precious books and works of art. However, her gaze remained fixed on the book in her hands.
After a long while.
"What an unexpected day!" Perhaps unable to concentrate any longer, Morgan closed the book in his hands; the cover of the book had gold lettering.
The Dark Bible
This book is dedicated to those who, for the sake of light, were willing to plunge into darkness—the lettering on the cover is almost worn, but its exquisite craftsmanship is still evident.
The latest novel is first published here!
"My teacher... what a strange coincidence." The huge window was open, a gentle breeze blew in, and the sheer curtains fluttered in the wind. Miss Morgan sat on the edge of the bed, holding the "Dark Bible" in her hand, murmuring softly. She looked up at the stars outside the window, which seemed to be telling the secrets of the universe.
"I can't believe I actually found a powerful wizard to teach me magic." Morgan had no doubt about Ian's abilities, and this wasn't just because of the shock Ian had given her at the farm.
The young witch withdrew her gaze and looked down at the cover of the Dark Bible. Next to the gold-embossed text was a line of small print, which was the author's name.
"You must be very, very old."
She was still muttering to herself.
All I saw was...
Miss Morgan gently stroked the spine of the book, her fingertips lingering on the author's name—Madvin. The distinctive name stood out vividly in the candlelight.
My witch-like premonition is at work.
She could sense it.
This will be the name and... mystery that runs through my entire life.
Night deepened, and the castle fell silent. Miss Morgan gently closed the Dark Bible and placed it back in the hidden compartment of the bookshelf. She went to the bedside, lay down on the soft silk bedding, and closed her eyes. However, the events of the day still echoed in her mind, and her heart was filled with anticipation and unease for the future.
"What will tomorrow bring?" she asked herself silently, before drifting off to sleep. Nights always pass by unnoticed by most people.
The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the heavy curtains, and Ian woke up from the soft silk bedding. He stretched, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath him and the faint scent of incense in the room.
Look around.
The young wizard still couldn't believe he was sleeping in an ancient castle. Of course, Hogwarts was an ancient castle, but it was completely different from the disbelief that came with being in the past.
"What a dream trip."
Ian sighed softly, then got up, dressed, and quickly washed up before stepping out of his room with anticipation, ready to explore this new era.
Dragons and magic.
Knights and wizards.
The glorious era was about to unfold before his eyes, which was perhaps the best way to learn history—as soon as Ian stepped out of the room, he smelled a strange odor.
It smelled like the pungent odor of some kind of herb after it had been boiled, mixed with a hint of indescribable fishy sweetness.
"Potion?" Following the scent, Ian saw Riddle squatting by the window, intently mixing a potion, with various oddly shaped bottles on the ground.
"Where did you get your materials?"
Ian watched Riddle concocting a dark magic ritual with some surprise. He could only roughly understand the finished product Riddle was making, since the half-blood prince hadn't taught him the dark magic knowledge involved.
"There are wizards in this castle." Riddle looked up and saw Ian. A hint of unease flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.
He did not directly answer the question about the origin of his materials, perhaps because the Dark Lord was ashamed to admit that he was a thief.
"Using dark magic to counteract the effects of dark magic?" Ian could roughly tell what Riddle was brewing, but he didn't quite understand why Riddle was brewing such a thing.
This guy is clearly in great shape; he can lead a horse for over ten kilometers without even breaking a sweat!
"Although you resurrected Malfoy, he still has many problems because Helbo's modifications to him were not completed, so I am trying to save him."
Riddle spent the whole night thinking about it.
This was his plan.
"what?"
Ian raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You... you actually concocted a potion to save Malfoy? Is this still the Tom Riddle I know?"
The little wizard's tone was full of amazement.
Faced with Ian's teasing.
Riddell forced a smile as he operated the device.
"After all, he is my servant. I can't just stand by and watch him remain unconscious, can I?" Riddle explained righteously, his tone revealing a rare sense of responsibility.
His reasons are very valid.
but.
But Ian still couldn't help but look the Dark Lord up and down.
"Riddle, you've changed," Ian said suddenly, a hint of relief in his voice. "You've actually started to take responsibility; that really impresses me."
The little wizard gave a thumbs up.
Riddle responded again with a forced smile.
but.
His gaze, however, dared not linger on Ian's for long. How could the Dark Lord be so kind? He was Voldemort, the evil seed that struck fear into the hearts of countless people!
Conscience discovery?
nonexistent!
Riddle knew he had his own plans!
The Malfoy family is loyal to themselves! Therefore, now it is time for the Malfoy family to shoulder their responsibilities, and the servants of the Dark Lord, who were once their bodies, must suffer for the great Dark Lord!
Yes! ...Malfoy must become that damned Dark Lord's groom! Only then can the Dark Lord consider what the Dark Lord should consider! That was Riddle's idea. Last night, he truly demonstrated his astonishing wisdom and even chose to maintain his prestige by elevating Ian.
The Dark Lord remains invincible, of course.
However, when an enemy appears from the sky, there's nothing one can do. Riddle regained his confidence last night, demonstrating remarkable mental resilience.
The so-called exceptional talent.
Perhaps that's just how it is.
(End of this chapter)