Reborn at Hogwarts

Ivan's first reaction was to quickly look around to see if the cheap ancestor was by his side.

Fortunately, at this time, he seemed to be in a dense forest, with towering giant trees in all directions, and Geralt Vesemir was not here.

But if you think about it carefully, his presence or absence won't affect anything, it's just a memory here.

Ivan collected himself, no longer hesitated, and walked directly into the room.

Rowena Ravenclaw was unaware of the arrival of this unexpected guest. She rested her chin on one hand and silently stared at the book in her hand, but her eyes were erratic, as if her thoughts were not on the book at all, but drifted to some illusory place up.

Ivan walked around the wooden table, came behind her, and glanced at the contents of the book.

"... There have always been different opinions about the true origin of alchemy. Before starting to write, the author visited the famous master of alchemy Mr. Geralt Vesemir, he..."

After a cursory glance, Ivan understood: this is a book about alchemy.

And it was recently published.

No, it cannot be said to be publishing... such a concept does not seem to exist in that era.

It can only be called a "record".

So what time is it now?

Ivan remembered this crucial question.

He moved to the side, his eyes darting around Rowena Ravenclaw's profile.

——Although her appearance is still abnormally beautiful, there is a taste of vicissitudes between her eyebrows and eyes. If you observe carefully, you can find a few wrinkles on her delicate side face.

"...should be quite young."

Powerful wizards generally have a long lifespan and good looks. Looking at Rowena's appearance, Ivan thinks that she is about forty to fifty years old.

Judging from the "visit" mentioned in the book, Geralt Vesemir hadn't disappeared when the book was published, so the memory presented to Ivan should have been in Rowena Raven's house. Crowe was married to Geralt Vesemir, who had also made some achievements in alchemy and had become somewhat famous during this time.

The specific time is still relatively vague, but it is enough to know what the interval is.

While Ivan was guessing the time, Rowena Ravenclaw had come to his senses and put down the book in his hand.

He sighed faintly.

His brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Ivan's heart skipped a beat.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a heartbeat.

He still doesn't have a heart for a memory.

He was mostly worried.

Rowena Ravenclaw made such an expression, could it be...Geralt Vesemir has disappeared at this time, right?

Wouldn't his previous time deduction be invalidated on the spot before it was warmed up?

Fortunately, the next moment, Ivan knew he had misunderstood.

With a bang, a tall figure appeared in the cabin in the forest.

This is a man with short blond hair. He has a rough face and a beard, but his eyes are very clear, like a child who doesn't know much about the world.

He was so tall that he had to lower his head in the cabin so that he wouldn't accidentally knock a big hole in the roof.

Not only that, but he also wears a suit of exquisite but stained armor, and a sword ping-pong with his movements.

"Long time no see, Rowena," he said. "How is Geralt?"

While being polite, he pulled a stool and sat opposite Rowena Ravenclaw. During this period, the armor and the sword kept colliding, and the noisy Ivan wanted to run outside. .

But he couldn't bear to look away.

This guy... Ivan has vaguely realized who he is.

Rowena Ravenclaw sighed.

"Very well." She replied flatly, "Since you brought him that broken book, he hasn't closed his eyes for three days."

"Oh—" the man scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing how to proceed. Fortunately, Rowena Ravenclaw didn't mean to embarrass or accuse him, but was just explaining the facts plainly.

"Do you want tea?"

Rowena casually raised her index finger and tapped on the table, and a pot of steaming black tea and two cups appeared on the table immediately.

"Thanks."

The man quickly got up and poured himself a glass, then sat down on his own, and began to look at the environment of the wooden house.

"It's not bad here! It's quite impressive." He admired.

"..."

Ivan couldn't bear to look directly.

Tell me about you... It's okay to just care about yourself when pouring tea, why do you have to have an awkward chat?

I just want to talk about decoration...

Rowena seemed to have gotten used to the man's way of thinking, and didn't expect him to learn the meaning of a gentleman at all. He simply poured a cup of tea by himself, but he didn't drink it, but held the cup with both hands to keep warm.

"Are you cold?" The man looked at Rowena's action of warming his hands with a cup, and asked with concern, "I also feel like there is a leak here..."

Crap, there's no windows here, don't you fucking see?

Rowena shook her head, did not respond to the man's concern, but changed the subject lightly: "Is there anything you want to meet me here, Godric?"

really!

Hearing this, Ivan slapped his thigh excitedly.

Godric!

Although this name is common, isn't that the only Godric who can talk and laugh with Rowena Ravenclaw?

Godric Gryffindor!

Along with Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff, the legendary wizard who is the founder of Hogwarts, the first head of Gryffindor College, Goderry Gryffindor!

The sword hanging on his waist was undoubtedly the sword he got from the goblin.

Sure enough, seeing the well-known and upright Godric Gryffindor is more exciting than seeing Geralt Vesemir, who is unknown and looks exactly like him, causing a little horror.

But as the strongest duelist of that era, why did he look so iron-faced...

Thanks to his behavior, Ivan quickly calmed down.

Let's listen to what they are talking about first...

After listening to Rowena Ravenclaw's words, Gryffindor's expression suddenly became more serious, and now he looked like a brave and fearless knight.

But you are a wizard... Ivan shook his head secretly.

With such a righteous face, it seems that the next second he will blurt out what kind of trouble "for the Holy Light" is going to be...

"Rowena, please answer me a question honestly."

Godric Gryffindor looked at Rowena across the table with a solemn expression.

Rowena Ravenclaw was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"Ask." She said indifferently.

Gryffindor took a deep breath.

"The ancient scroll I gave Geralt...have you read it?"