Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 807 - 225: Duke: Medivh Is Shit! (3)

"It seems the Soul Hall has a special interest in my daughter, which makes me very uneasy and frightened. I do not want my daughter involved in such dangerous organizations and forces, which is why I am being so honest with you—I hope to leverage your strength to help my daughter break away from the Soul Hall’s entanglement."

The Duke’s tone was filled with sincerity and earnestness.

"Duke, I understand your concerns. The Soul Hall is indeed not simple, and I will do my best to help Miss Morgan." Ian nodded slightly, making his statement impeccable.

A trace of relief appeared on the Duke’s face, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly. He took a deep breath and continued, revealing information that he hadn’t disclosed before.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Prince. In fact, I know some dark reasons about the Soul Hall because I have investigated this organization deeply, especially regarding one wizard named Medivh." At this point, the Duke frowned even more, and his tone held a hint of indignation.

"Medivh?"

Ian felt a bit guilty for no reason, but he maintained his composure on the surface. He had indeed heard the Big Bad Wolf mention that his alias was the Great Guardian of the Soul Hall.

The Duke did not notice Ian’s subtle change and continued to speak indignantly: "Yes, Medivh. He is completely different from other Soul Hall wizards, acting high-profile, even recklessly so. He has done many heinous things, completely ignoring the restraints of morality and humanity."

"I found out that because of some rumors, he had killed a wise king and, for reasons unknown to anyone, kidnapped many beautiful and kind noble maidens."

"He even... let an entire city of people soak in that indescribable filth. No one knows the reason, and behind every event, the Soul Hall is there providing support for him."

"Because of this, I think this wizard named Medivh is probably a microcosm of the mysterious internal ideology of the Soul Hall." The Duke’s voice became increasingly somber.

His judgment was based on his life experience.

What can I say?

Perhaps some people might agree.

But Ian certainly thought there must be some misunderstanding or prejudice involved.

"Are you sure?" Ian’s lips twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. His gaze remained steady, as if he was earnestly listening to every word the Duke said.

"Of course, I am very sure. After all, compared to other low-profile Soul Hall wizards, information about Medivh is not hard to find, and there are even records of him affronting the Divine Spirit."

The Duke’s voice was resolute.

"Uh... are you sure it’s affronting and not desecrating?" Ian felt his whole body go numb. He noticed Riddle beside him lowering his head, his shoulders constantly shaking.

As if struggling to suppress something.

Seeing the Duke continue to nod firmly, Ian’s lips and eyelids couldn’t hold it anymore, "Pardon me, I suddenly feel a bit unwell and might need to go out for some air."

Upon hearing this.

The Duke was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Please do."

He found Ian’s reaction a bit odd but couldn’t quite figure out why it was odd.

"I’ll be back soon."

Ian got up and walked towards the hall’s exit, heading to the garden outside the residence. The night breeze brushed against his cheek, bringing a hint of coolness; shaking his head speechlessly, he mumbled for a while before walking to the pool to wash his face.

"It must just be some rumors deviating from the truth!" Ian bent down, scooping cool water with his hands and gently splashing it on his face. The water dripped down his cheeks, falling into the pool and creating ripples.

"Yes, it must be like this, just as the origin history of King Arthur distorted over generations, leading to various off-brand histories involving Merlin and King Arthur." Ian gave himself a mental pep talk.

A moment later, Ian took a deep breath, tidied up his robe, and turned back towards the hall. When he re-entered the hall, he found that the atmosphere had become unusually eerie.

The Duke and Duchess were sitting there.

Faces pale.

As if they’d just experienced a fright.

Seeing him enter, both of them shivered in unison. Little Morgan kept her head down, her hands tightly gripping her skirt, clearly having just been reprimanded.

"What happened?"

Ian’s gaze swept over the Duke’s family.

He looked confusedly at Riddle.

"This is what happened." Riddle suddenly seemed energized, smiling as he proactively began to explain, even intentionally clearing his throat.

"When the Duchess was helping Miss Morgan change clothes, she accidentally found a book... a book authored about Medivh, and Miss Morgan said it was your work, her teacher’s creation, not some random inappropriate book." Riddle motioned Ian to look at the book on the dining table.

– Written by the Supreme Mage, God Eater Medivh.

Soon after.

The golden text on it was clearly visible.

Ian immediately understood everything.

However.

He hadn’t even started speaking.

"Mr. Prince... I think you might have misunderstood some of my expressions earlier." The Duke forced a somewhat awkward smile, but it looked worse than crying.

Decades of noble grooming seemed to fail entirely at this moment, his expression management completely collapsing, his mind probably replaying those "bad things" he said about Medivh earlier over and over.