Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 695 - 192: Tom’s Plot, Ian’s Transmigration (Part 6)

This, however, made Ian’s expression freeze immediately. His pupils contracted again in his eyes, and a suspicion arose in his heart that was extremely hard to believe.

"Take Miss Parkinson back to the surface, then go to the school infirmary. If you find yourself lying there, don’t go in but find a place to hide."

"Voldemort will meet his own end. If you don’t see yourself, take Miss Parkinson inside for treatment and inform a few heads of the situation you’ve encountered."

Ian was anxious about the absurd thought that crossed his mind. He only had time to utter a bewildering statement to Harry before his whole being turned into a cloud of white mist and rushed out of the Secret Chamber.

"What does it mean to meet his own end?"

Harry was completely baffled, utterly unable to understand what Ian was saying. However, he too knew that time was precious, so he didn’t dwell on it but picked up Pansy, who had been thrown to the ground by Ian.

"Can someone tell me where to go out?"

Surveying the surrounding mess.

Harry also stepped through the door.

But seeing the winding passage ahead, he felt utterly helpless. After struggling to find a direction to start moving, he was startled by the sudden appearance of the Snake Monster’s corpse right in front of him.

Harry almost dropped Pansy from his arms.

"Who would build such a place and keep such a monstrous creature." Harry muttered quietly, still shaken, patting his chest, and then he was startled again, nearly jumping up.

"Slytherin College students criticizing the founder’s private realm isn’t particularly ethical." A voice of regret sighed behind Harry.

Mr. Savior turned his head sharply.

And saw a wooden figure made entirely of wood standing behind him.

Its eyes were lively.

Looking at the surrounding disorder with a bit of melancholy.

"Who are you!"

Harry quickly dropped Pansy from his hands, poor Miss Parkinson tumbled to the ground again. He had no choice; he needed to free his hands to draw his magical wand.

Facing Harry’s magical wand aimed at it.

The wooden figure shook its head.

"You’re holding your wand the wrong way around."

It apparently kindly reminded.

Harry, having made a fool of himself, blushed deeply as he hurriedly corrected his magical wand.

"Do you need me to teach you the Killing Curse on the spot?"

The wooden man seemed very enthusiastic.

"I can also use the Fire-Making Spell to burn you! Now tell me! What exactly are you!" Harry’s expression was tense, his mind blank, but that didn’t stop him from bluffing the other.

In fact, he hadn’t even learned the Fire-Making Spell.

"Come to Hogwarts Village, and I’ll tell you who I am... since you’re a Slytherin College student; otherwise, I wouldn’t give you this chance."

Leaving behind this sentence.

The wooden figure ignored the tense Harry, mechanically walking towards the completely chaotic Secret Chamber. It arrived at the spot where the statue burned to ashes by Fiery Fire once stood.

"Good thing he took it away."

Looking at the open, unobstructed cave, the wooden figure seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

...

The night unfolded like thick ink.

Poured unreservedly over Hogwarts.

The empty corridors resembled mysterious tunnels forgotten by time, filled with silence and unknowns.

The dim wall lamps emitted a weak and flickering glow, as if struggling to resist the encroaching darkness, barely projecting a small halo of dull light on the stone floor.

White mist suddenly rose from the second floor at this time. Ian was very anxious, as he seemed to have clarified his thoughts; the Snake Monster’s death was definitely not a coincidence.

According to the remnant soul on Harry, he had left the diary remnant soul in the Secret Chamber. However, all being Voldemort’s remnant souls, wanting to leave there, the diary remnant soul didn’t need to kill the Snake Monster.

After all.

Snake-man commands were irresistible to the Snake Monster, so it couldn’t pose a threat to the diary remnant soul. Yet even so, the Snake Monster was killed and drained of flesh and blood.

This obviously wasn’t without reason.

The diary remnant soul had a characteristic, which was its ability to collect organisms’ Life Force to restore its power. Although not reviving, it was still sufficient to give it some means.

For example, the possession and occupation of others’ bodies mentioned by Harry.

"That guy didn’t escape but has been hiding within Malfoy’s body!" Ian gradually sorted out his thoughts, and this was the most terrifying realization.

Perhaps.

Voldemort in Harry’s body, as an imperfect remnant soul, hadn’t seen through his other "self’s" intention.

"I hope it’s not what I’m thinking, otherwise, this operation is too unbelievable!" Ian traversed the long corridor, heading straight to Nicolas Flamel’s office.

He crashed through the door and reformed into a human shape inside the office. The room was filled with a faint haze, with various strange instruments and reagents carelessly placed. The worst-case scenario had occurred: Nicolas Flamel was not in the office. The Alchemy Master might still be in the infirmary watching over that likely Harry from the past.

And inside this office.

Ian saw another person.

The person Harry had glimpsed—Draco Malfoy. Or rather, the one who secretly occupied Malfoy’s body, using knowledge of Psychology to evade Ian’s scrutiny, that Voldemort remnant soul.

"You’ve come quickly."

"Malfoy" wasn’t surprised at Ian’s arrival, as he had also linked to Harry when Harry linked up with him. This final link allowed both him and Harry to know each other’s status.