Librarian at Hogwarts

Igno looked at the light group, and he felt a warmth flow back to his body.

It’s Igno’s lost memory!

Igno felt that in his mind, the fragmented memories before he was 12 years old seemed to be connected again.

One year old...

Two years old...

five years old...

Ignat's memory became clearer and clearer.

He could fully recall his life in Godric's Hollow.

There were colorful butterflies flying in the valley, glowing fireflies, and Igno could even smell the fragrance of the green grass floating in the villa.

Happy childhood life!

Igno felt like he was intoxicated in a honeypot.

It turns out that his childhood was not miserable, Igno said in his heart.

He was able to recall more and more things. He remembered how people in his family died because of a sudden plague. Yes, that plague killed many people.

And he even remembered an old man with white hair, who should be Igno's grandfather.

The kind old man looked at Igno with a smile on his face.

"Igno Peverell, you have the purest blood of the Peverell family."

"You will have the most exquisite magic, the broadest knowledge and the purest blood."

"Your body contains the power of blood!"

Igno didn't understand what the power of blood was. Although some pure-blood wizards would think that the wizard's power came from pure blood, in fact, many mixed-blood wizards were often more capable than pure-blood wizards.

The white-haired wizard seemed to know Igno's doubts. He gently stroked the forehead of the young Igno and said over and over again: "The origin of the wizard comes from the blood! The power of the wizard comes from the blood! Everything, It’s all blood!”

The white-haired wizard looked at Ignat lovingly, as if he were looking at his descendants.

"Activate the power of your bloodline! Igno!"

"Activate the power of your bloodline! Igno!"

"Use the blood of magical animals...the oldest magical creatures...the blood of the immortal phoenix, the blood of the thunder dragon of destruction...just a small drop of their blood...you can have endless Endless power...these powers will make you the new God of Death!"

Yes!

I should activate my bloodline!

Ignat's eyes shone as he finally understood the meaning of the words 'Peverell'.

The purest wizard bloodline and the most powerful power require the purest natural power in the world to activate it.

At this time, Marvolo, who wanted to control Igno, had already changed his face.

He originally wanted to tamper with Igno's memories.

But unexpectedly, he was dragged into Igno's memories by a strong attraction.

In Igno's recollection, he saw what seemed to be a series of doors, which were stacked together like a maze.

Marvolo was lost directly in Ignat's memories!

His face turned pale, and his own spell came back to bite him!

At this time, Igno opened his eyes. His eyes were still that charming blue, but something was different.

The corners of his mouth raised confidently, and Marvolo fell directly to the ground.

Subsequently, Marvolo's imprisonment magic was broken at this time.

Neil and Igno were able to move again.

"Igno, my God! I almost thought I'd never see you again!"

Neil glanced at Marvolo, who was lying motionless on the ground, and then came up and gave Igno a huge hug.

The two of them had had many adventures, but this was the first time they had encountered such a situation where they had no power to resist.

"At the critical moment, I have to take action. I've said before that my magic is definitely a little bit more powerful than yours."

Ignat smiled proudly.

After escaping from confinement, the mood of the two people obviously changed a lot.

"It's impossible to tell...and don't forget, I saved you first today. By the way, what should we do with this guy on the ground? If you tell me, we should call people from the Ministry of Magic right now Come on, then put this old guy in Azkaban."

Neil felt a little unconvinced by Igno's words. Of course, he wasn't really unconvinced, he just wanted to compete.

But he had an indescribable shadow towards Marvolo.

But this also made Neil realize that he was not really invincible in this world.His road to learning is still long.

"No need to put him in Azkaban. He's still useful."

Igno squatted in front of Marvolo and pointed his wand at Marvolo's head.

"Don't forget, he belongs to the Golden Mask group. Keeping him is far better than sending him to Azkaban."

After saying that, Igno's wand emits a white light.

He left a soul spell in Marvolo's mind.

Soul spell is a high-level magic that controls wizards.

As long as Igno is willing, Marvolo must obey Igno's orders.

Neil watched Igno's actions from the side and nodded in agreement.

"It's true, the value of keeping this old guy is indeed much greater."

After saying that, the two took Marvolo out of the secret room.

Along the way, Neil kept talking to Igno about the battle in the secret room.

"I always thought I performed perfectly."

"Especially the moment I appeared at the door of the secret room, I felt it was my highlight moment. However, I didn't expect that I would be controlled all of a sudden. At that time, I felt like I was going to die."

Ignat looked at Neil and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, you were indeed very heroic when you showed up."

"I didn't expect you to save me in the end, Igno...I may have to admit that your level is indeed a little higher than mine, but how did you break the spell? I know it is very profound. It is almost impossible for the accused to break the binding spell."

Ignat blinked, and now the two of them had walked outside Hogwarts.

Ignat used a roll of cloth bag, wrapped Marvolo in it, and then teleported Marvolo out with a bang.

He looked at Neil and raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Wisdom, of course."

"I told you before that reading more books is never a bad thing."

Neil turned around angrily and left.

"I don't believe this, please stop lying to me."

"...I'm going to the library right now. I heard that Ravenclaw's crown can give you wisdom after wearing it."

"Just wait..."

Igno looked at Neil's back as he left angrily, feeling very happy in his heart.

It was as if the two of them had just met each other, trying to outdo each other.

"Let's go to the Pig Head Bar for a drink! My treat!"

Neil turned around and waved to Igno.

"go!"

Ignat strode forward.

The two of them walked arm in arm again and started chatting loudly on the winding path under the setting sun.