Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 621 - 174: Fairy Tale Revisited, An Earth-Shattering Feat
As Ian fell asleep.
In the room across the corridor.
Everyone knew it was from the Olivander Clan, the rather mature and charming Ririm still reading at his desk, while his three roommates had long slipped into dreamland after a day’s tiring journey.
"Fallen Witch Falls in Love with Me"
This was a niche entertainment book that Ririm had been reading since he met Ian.
The blond boy finally reached the ending today.
"The witch couldn’t save her own fate, nor her lover, just like the countless tragic endings, she was destined to walk the last journey of her life in solitude." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"May the Raven of Soul Land erase all her sorrow and grief when guiding this legend." Ririm had turned to the final page of the storybook in his hands.
However.
After finishing, he did not close the book but gently stroked the pages, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
"Why end here?"
Ririm whispered softly.
To him.
The story wasn’t over.
It was still continuing.
The sky outside was a deep black, with stars twinkling in the night, and as if anticipating something, Ririm suddenly raised his hand to open the window to the wintry cold night.
A biting cold wind blew in.
Carrying with it a little creature flying with the wind.
It was a nightingale.
It looked quite ordinary, with dull feathers, mostly brown, a few white spots on its chest, large round eyes, and a short sharp beak.
"It’s so cold outside! Close the window quickly!"
After entering the room.
The nightingale perched on the branch stand beside the desk.
It spoke human language.
Its voice was soft and sticky.
It was unknown if it had advanced Animagus techniques like a witch.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Ririm closed the biting cold window, raising his hand, a deep blue hue appeared at his fingertips, shimmering with a dazzling gold thread like a gemstone.
"The guy you wanted me to watch is too sensitive, he slapped me several thousand meters away..." the nightingale complained with lingering fear while absorbing the magic power from Ririm’s fingertips.
"After all, a legend."
Ririm was not surprised.
He just wanted to see if that person was still in Hogwarts Village.
"I don’t care, such a dangerous task, you must add more Soul Hall points for me." The nightingale’s colors brightened after absorbing the magic power.
It was bargaining with the blond boy.
"It’s not something I can decide, you should go bother Cinderella for that, she has the authority to add points for you." Ririm responded quietly, somewhat helplessly.
"I don’t believe it, Sister Cinderella says you’re the boss."
The nightingale acted naively.
But its tone was surprisingly worldly.
"You’re overestimating me, in fact, just like you guys, and that legend from the neighboring village, we’re nothing but a failed continuation after the story ends."
"I can’t be the savior you desire, nor will I become the god you expect..." Ririm sighed, but his expression showed no sorrow or regret.
"No way! You’re..."
The nightingale’s words were interrupted by Ririm’s raised hand.
He might have been concerned about the thirteen Albus Dumbledores in Hogwarts.
"How about this, help me with one more small favor, and I’ll give you some extra points from my own share." Ririm chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of slyness.
"What kind of help?"
The nightingale immediately became alert.
"It’s simple, there’s a little wizard next door, he’s sleeping like a log tonight, get me ten of his hairs, I want to try making a magic wand."
Ririm didn’t forget his original intentions.
Always remembering that he was a descendant of the Olivander family.
"Deal!"
Upon hearing this, the nightingale agreed without hesitation.
However.
Its vigilance was not completely lowered, after all, being tricked too many times even the naive would grow cautious.
"This time, no one will slap me, right?"
The nightingale seemed to have a psychological shadow.
"Of course not."
Ririm assured.
The nightingale vanished into thin air calmly.
A moment later.
"You liar! That little guy isn’t sleeping like a log at all, I just grabbed six hairs, and he caught me trying to put me in his mouth!"
The nightingale reappeared in the room.
Its feathers were ruffled.
Sounding tearful.
"It’s just a reflex of the body, he hasn’t fully entered the ranks of legends yet, so the body’s threat isn’t much, see, you came back unharmed."
Ririm accepted the six hairs brought back by the nightingale.
"What? You made me provoke another legend!?"
The nightingale spoke with a tone of fear.
"Where would the End of the Dharma Era have legends!"
Its knowledge was obviously limited.
However, still aware of some common knowledge.
"There’s always an exception."
Ririm used the magic power he provided to calm the nightingale in front of him, sensing its emotions, feeling it best not to reveal more frightening information.
After all.
This poor girl has always been timid.
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Quantity warning.
The little wizard wasn’t aware in a subjective sense.
He was indeed sleeping very soundly.
