Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 853 - 241: Old Deng’s Mysterious Maneuvers!

The atmosphere in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was extremely delicate.

Some students were so frightened that they fainted, and seeing Dumbledore appear, they gathered around him, while quite a few seized the opportunity to run towards the door and flee.

There was no other way.

They might not have heard Aurora’s call to the giant serpent, but the oppressive presence of the giant serpent was undeniably real. Being able to react despite their fear was already proof of their courage.) The massive golden vertical pupils of Jormungandr, as long as they stared at humans, seemed capable of freezing the very soul with their icy gaze.

Of course.

Ian would certainly not be affected in such a way. The little wizard realized the situation, so his mood was as if shrouded in dark clouds, with the shadow of usury haunting him like a nightmare.

He was still worried, deep down, whether his wand might go missing. Beside him, after hearing Aurora’s revelation, Dumbledore’s expression was just slightly tense in the face of the mythological creature.

His reaction was surprisingly calm.

Behind the half-moon spectacles, his eyes showed no great disturbance besides surprise. However, this did not mean the old Headmaster took no action, as he lightly flicked the Elder Wand in his hand.

"All students, leave the classroom immediately!"

Dumbledore’s words carried an undeniable authority.

The next moment.

A gentle silver light flashed, and the students in the classroom disappeared one by one like pencil drawings erased by a rubber. Of course, they were not killed by Dumbledore.

Instead, Dumbledore successfully transported them to a safe place. While Hogwarts indeed had restrictions on space magic, these restrictions bound only ordinary wizards. Even if the old Headmaster hadn’t become a Legendary Rank wizard, he could actually lift such restrictions by virtue of his authority as Headmaster.

After ensuring the students’ safety.

"Ian,"

Dumbledore slowly spoke, his voice unusually steady as he addressed the little wizard, though his gaze never left the towering, unmoving giant serpent.

"Can you control it?"

He had already determined that this was trouble caused by the little wizard.

Ian closed his eyes, feeling the magic power flowing within him and the tenuous connection. To his surprise, he found that he could indeed sense Jormungandr’s thoughts—a kind of ancient and chaotic consciousness, filled with a primal hunger, and he also had significant control over Jormungandr.

"I can."

Ian nodded.

"It can communicate and even speak human language."

The little wizard introduced Jormungandr’s situation.

Prompting Jormungandr to roll its eyes.

"I see." Dumbledore’s gaze met Jormungandr’s, suppressing the influence of its rank, and he spoke to Jormungandr with his voice as calm as ever.

"Then, ancient and noble being, why have you appeared here?" The old Headmaster maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, although he was ready for battle with his wand in hand—he did not doubt Aurora’s judgment, as the Grindelwald family always seemed to know what others did not.

As for Dumbledore’s inquiry, Jormungandr surely understood, given that Dumbledore’s voice was much louder than the little wizard’s, and if it could hear the little wizard, certainly it could hear Dumbledore.

It was just that.

This mythical creature seemed uninterested in responding to Dumbledore, ignoring Dumbledore’s polite inquiry and instead slowly turned its head towards its summoner.

"Eat the old man?"

It glanced at Dumbledore again.

With these words.

Dumbledore’s expression instantly became complicated.

Ian was also somewhat bewildered.

And then Jormungandr spoke again.

"The magic power you gave is insufficient; I need more magic power." The giant serpent opened its mouth, revealing sharp, white fangs, but instead of a hiss, it produced a voice as deep as thunder.

One has to admit.

This world-devouring serpent indeed speaks little but seems intent on devouring something upon arrival, its tone filled with disdain for Dumbledore.

How can I say this?

It’s not hard to understand; as a mythical being, even the usual legends seem trivial to it. This serpent was now only concerned about whom Ian summoned it to deal with.

Its serpentine eyes constantly shifted between Aurora and Dumbledore.

A look of confusion crossed them.

And then impatience, as if contemplating whether swallowing both would be a better idea—this startled Ian so much, his keen insight and perception noticed this.

"It’s fine, it’s fine, it was all an accident. There’s no need to eat anyone for now." Ian gulped, trying to sever his connection with the giant serpent to avoid any mishaps.

Subsequently.

In Jormungandr’s puzzled expression, its body began to turn translucent, its dark scales gradually transforming into wisps of black mist, eventually all being drawn into Ian’s wand.

The little wizard’s trembling did nothing to affect the speed at which the black mist entered. This was clearly unlike the usual scene where a serpent summoned by "Black Snake Emerges from the Hole" would vanish after the withdrawal of magical support.

"Still, it’s good, it’s good, no bigger troubles were stirred." Ian looked up at the destroyed classroom ceiling. After the giant serpent’s disappearance, the broken ceiling was particularly evident. This wasn’t a major issue; repairs and patching were routine for Hogwarts Castle, and hopefully, Hogwart would not mind it.