"The tradition of England starting so damned early!" Ian swiftly ran out of the dark chamber, suspecting that the fallen kingdom from before was probably developed on the cursed land of England.
Not at all.
That peculiar creature, asleep for who knows how many years, actually wanted love the moment it woke up. Ian didn't believe that kissing would suddenly cause flesh and blood to grow on it!
"Magic also has its principles!"
Ian had no abnormal obsession, so naturally, he couldn't fall in love with a male skeleton. The power of love certainly couldn't be unleashed. He knew he would only have his first kiss stolen by the wicked skeleton.
"I shouldn't have been curious in the first place. If I wasn't curious, I wouldn't have entered this bedroom. If I hadn't entered this bedroom, I wouldn't have had my ears polluted!"
Ian dashed straight out to the tower, running madly down the stairs and occasionally looking back, relieved that his Black Phoenix was following him out.
The silhouette of the Black-robed Skeleton did not appear... Thinking of the shackles and chains on that skeleton, Ian felt more at ease and slowed his desperate escape.
"I suppose that guy can't leave that room." Ian raised his hand to catch the Black Phoenix flying towards him and gently stroked its head, whispering softly.
"Heh heh heh heh~"
No one could probably understand what the Black Phoenix's cry meant, so Ian could only infer from the emotion in its voice that it didn't quite agree with him.
"If it could come out, would it still be bound there for so long?" Ian ran out of the tower, turned back, and saw the tower slowly disappearing, like the Echoes of the Past.
A wisp of wind blew by.
And then nothing remained.
Only the dispersing Black Sand seemed to indicate that it had once been here.
"It only took a short time to enter that tower, yet it accelerated the consumption of my limited-time experience significantly?" Ian just realized something peculiar.
According to Lady Ravenclaw, the deeper he ventured into the Misty Illusion Realm, the shorter his stay would be allowed, but while in this desert, the consumption wasn't noticeable.
Why did time slip away unnoticed, enough for a day and a night, just after entering that tower? This was much faster than at the Doomsday Volcano.
"Could it be that this tower was located farther than the Doomsday Volcano, briefly appearing before me due to some reason?"
Ian, with a puzzled heart, began to fade away slowly in the Misty Illusion Realm and lucidly returned to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.
The normal moonlight pierced through the dense canopy, casting dappled silver patches on the ground that swayed with the gentle night breeze and the rustling leaves.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
The usually eerie breeze now felt refreshing to Ian. The occasional sounds from the Fantastic Beasts were exceptionally endearing.
"I was stuck in that desert for too long. I nearly suffocated." Ian caught a Tree-Protecting Leprechaun that came out, alerted by the noise.
He was playing with this adorable little creature.
However.
The Tree-Protecting Leprechaun showed a look of terror.
"I thought we were well acquainted!"
Ian intended to tease the Tree-Protecting Leprechaun a bit, but in its tiny pupils, he saw a figure that sent chills through his body.
"The loved will grow flesh and blood."
A hoarse voice.
Echoed behind the little wizard.
[ps: It's a fantasy worldview that exceeds the combination of Harry Potter fairy tale and Merlin's Legend.]