Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 694 192: Tom's Scheme, Ian's Transmigration (Part 5)

The facts also proved that he bet right.

Voldemort was really played around by him.

"What a clumsy Tom, even clumsier than Ma Kui in that anti-Japanese drama I watched." Ian walked over to the unconscious Pansy, who was protected by the Fiery Fire just now.

Compared to Harry.

Miss Parkinson's condition was even worse. Her soul had been marked with some sort of sacrificial symbol, and even though the sacrifice was not completed, she still couldn't wake up.

"However, this is something Dumbledore should worry about."

After checking Pansy's pulse and breathing, Ian decided to spare a bottle of his precious Magic Potion, considering that even if Miss Parkinson drank it, she might not wake up. If the person saved doesn't know they were saved, is it still considered a good deed? In Ian's dictionary, that's a loss-making folly.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Ian did give Harry a bottle of Magic Potion. The potions he produces are all top-notch, and soon, some color returned to Harry's face, and he gradually woke up.

Mr. Savior fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes.

"Where is this?"

He looked a bit bewildered.

"Harry, Harry, I defeated Voldemort once again, saved you, saved everyone, saved our Hogwarts." Ian didn't answer Harry Potter's question.

He just kept shaking the still weak Harry, and when he finished speaking, he raised his voice—clearly shouting towards the castle above the Secret Chamber.

He believed his good friend Hogwarts would surely remember his grace once again.

"Again?"

The newly awakened Harry Potter still had some memory blur.

He found himself lying on a shallow water surface, his clothes completely soaked, while Ian was holding a similarly soaked and unconscious Little Witch.

Mr. Savior's mind was really in turmoil; seeing this scene, his first reaction was not about surviving the ordeal but questioning why he had to lie on the cold ground while another student was being held by Ian.

Is it because he's not Harley?

His bewildered mind couldn't help but come up with some absurd thoughts.

"Oh, I might have forgotten to tell you. Last year, I also defeated Voldemort once, just like you, using the power of love, but this year, I purely overpowered him."

Ian regretted not setting up some recording equipment before the battle. Otherwise, he would have replayed his heroic posture in the Hogwarts corridor 24/7.

"The power of love..."

Harry struggled to get off the ground, shaking his groggy head vigorously. Just as Ian was about to explain in detail, Harry suddenly seemed to recall something.

Harry's face went pale, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

"Are you alright?"

Ian, filled with doubt and uncertainty, hurriedly wanted to check the situation.

At this moment, Harry suddenly kneeled on the ground, clutching his head tightly as if something was surfacing in his mind, his eyes beginning to reflect some memory fragments.

That phenomenon was caused by the residual link between him and the Soul Artifact. However, since he was no longer a Soul Artifact, those memories, like shattered mirrors, were slowly disappearing.

"The diary... Malfoy... what is he doing..." Harry's resilient quality as the Savior revealed itself here, even though the headache felt like it was splitting his head apart.

Yet he still desperately grabbed onto the scenes he saw and managed to voice them out with a throat almost too pained to speak, conveying these fragmented messages to his senior beside him.

"Hold on, Harry. I know about the diary, and I also know it was with Malfoy before, but Malfoy lost the diary due to his negligence."

"I think the remnant soul residing in the diary sensed something was wrong and escaped." Ian checked on Harry; he could feel Harry was undergoing a mental storm.

"No!"

Suddenly.

Harry shouted and grabbed Ian, who was supporting him. He clutched Ian's wrist tightly, looking up with pain and terror in his eyes.

"I mean right now! It's happening right now!"

Harry screamed.

However, as time passed, the connection as a Soul Artifact fully dissipated, those memory fragments began to fade, and Harry's expression gradually eased.

"Huff, huff~"

He lay on the ground, taking deep breaths.

As if waking up from a long nightmare.

"Ian... I... I saw... that person, that person possessed Malfoy's body." Harry, covered in sweat, lifted his head, his voice weak and trembling.

Fear still lingered in his eyes.

"Just like how I was possessed, we must go save him." Harry tried to support himself up, clearly anxious about Malfoy's situation.

"Hmm?"

Ian was suddenly taken aback.

"Where did you see him?"

The Little Wizard promptly asked.

Of course, he didn't dare overlook Harry's information. He sensed the severity of the situation, perhaps the hidden diary somehow returned to Malfoy.

The most dangerous place is the safest?

Regardless.

Ian realized he was tricked by the sixteen-year-old Riddle.

"The office... Professor Flamel's office."

Harry divulged the information he had glimpsed.

And it was with this simple sentence.