Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 882 - 252: A Disaster Out of Nowhere! Furious Ian!

A dazzling silver-white beam burst forth from the tip of the wand. Morgan, who had been lazily leaning on the armchair, suddenly straightened up, and a rare flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"This is..."

At this moment, Morgan’s voice already carried a sense of alertness.

And in the next instant.

Silver light surged from Ian’s wand, quickly interlacing and then coalescing into a figure, as a strikingly handsome young man wielding a longsword charged towards the master of the place.

The eyes seemed non-existent.

Nothing but the drive to defeat the enemy in his path. Clad in armor shining with silver light, his golden hair danced wildly in the radiance, tightly gripping a sword emanating a chilling aura.

He looked quite handsome.

But it was Ian, drenched in sweat, the "releaser" of the Patronus, who was frightened instead. No, he hadn’t released any magic; Pandro had burst forth from his wand on his own!

These mysterious ancient characters always have some equally mysterious methods to defy rules that should exist, like emerging independently from Ian’s wand!

Ian’s mind buzzed, realization dawning on him—this was the distress signal he emitted when he was in danger in the Black Forest, now finally receiving a response!

However, the timing of this response was truly inconvenient!

"No!"

Ian wanted to stop him, but Pandro was too fast, his eyes shining with unwavering determination, each sword stroke bore an overwhelming momentum.

Dozens of sword strikes in a second.

Determined to shatter any obstacle in his way.

"Boom! Boom!" Morgan responded with lightning speed, and in an instant, thick floor tiles rose like bamboo shoots before her.

Yet, these barriers couldn’t halt Pandro’s advance; the tiles shattered like fragile eggshells when he swung his sword.

Not even capable of slowing his charge.

All obstacles were futile like mounting an attack on a towering tree, Pandro’s unwavering conviction certainly misunderstood, resembling a raging beast leaving dust and debris in its wake.

"Ian! Watch me save you in style!" Perhaps Pandro didn’t realize where he appeared, or maybe the special vision of the Patronus had yet to fully adapt him.

And he hadn’t fully adjusted to this vision. Pandro didn’t even know who he was charging towards, only aware that Ariana was somewhat anxious, urging him to transform into the Patronus to save Ian.

And now.

He made a grand entrance.

Of course, he had to display his most handsome demeanor.

"There’s no big boss I can’t defeat in the Misty Illusion Realm!"

Everything happened too quickly. The figure of King Arthur transformed into a silver streak, his longsword tracing a perfect arc through the air, breaking through all obstacles straight for Morgan’s throat.

"Damn executioner!"

Morgan’s face turned grim, cursing loudly, and as King Arthur lunged at her, she disappeared from the spot, reappearing twenty meters from her original location.

However.

This didn’t render Pandro’s attack futile.

Because.

From Ian’s perspective, Pandro seemed like a lock being spun, rotating just as Morgan vanished, a young figure, supposed to bear the name Arthur, had already started turning.

Morgan hadn’t reappeared yet.

He had already veered towards where Morgan was likely to appear, somehow oblivious to the fact that this wasn’t the enemy scenario he imagined.

"Could he be playing dumb?" Ian considered, but caught little time to think, as Morgan’s face darkened and she raised her hands to unleash what seemed to be a big move, prompting Ian to quickly lift his wand, forcibly controlling Pandro in the Patronus form.

Also known as Arthur Pendragon—not sure when he changed his surname later, but the name Arthur indeed came from Ian’s naming.

Perhaps this was the start of karmic ties.

"Huh?"

With Ian’s wand guiding him, Pandro crashed into the rubble, emerging like smoke, bewildered by this sudden maneuver.

"What are you doing?!"

Pandro stared at Ian in confusion.

"Could this be the ’pig teammate’ behavior you mentioned before?"

He seemed somewhat disgruntled, feeling Ian was dragging him down, his tone couldn’t be more aggrieved, someone unaware might think Ian had let him down.

"..."

Ian was utterly speechless.

"Why don’t you open your eyes and see where you are?"

He loudly reminded him.

"Didn’t you call me to rescue you?" Pandro still scratched his head in confusion, but his gaze remained fixed on Ian, not inspecting the surroundings.

"Deliberate! You’re definitely doing this on purpose!"

Ian stamped his feet in anger.

"I long stopped waiting for your help! If I waited for you, the flowers would wilt—no, my corpse would be cold by now! I’m back now, this is Teacher Morgan’s domain!"

He suspected that Pandro was using the opportunity for "personal vendetta," historically evident that Pandro and Morgan didn’t get along, though siblings, they quarreled half their lives. Previously, Pandro took the chance to attack Morgan’s guards, which Ian painstakingly learned to repair those alchemy creations.

"Huh?"

Pandro froze, his eyes widening, finally surveying the surroundings like someone intermittently blind, only now seeming to wake up.