Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 1: The Diviner, Ian Prince
London, fog, thick fog.

In the almost pitch-black smog weather, a little boy was packing up his stall and preparing to go home early on the slightly deserted street in London.

He was wearing a black hat and a black windbreaker, which made people focus on his face. They could see his tall nose and perfect curve of lips. He was very charming when he smiled. One had to admit that he was a boy who could easily please women.

Especially older women.

Just as the boy was about to leave.

"Little fortune teller, do you still have time?"

Someone behind me spoke softly.

Ian Prince turned his head.

A gentle lady is reflected in the green eyes. The lady is wearing a blue plaid high-necked skirt and is accompanied by a cute brown-haired girl.

The girl's hair was fluffy like a chicken coop.

"Of course, fate made me stay a little longer, obviously just to wait for this moment." Ian Prince immediately got into the state and started business.

His skillful words were totally unlike the sophistication of a child. "Every kind of divination is a revelation of the future. If Madam doesn't mind, could you tell me your name?"

"You can call me Mrs. Granger." Looking at the exquisitely carved face of Ian Prince in front of her, Mrs. Granger thought that the little boy was extremely cute.

have to say.

People with good looks can always gain the favor of others more easily. Ian can win the hearts of many young girls just by his appearance, not to mention the young lady in front of him.

"Okay, Mrs. Granger, what do you want to divine?"

Ian smiled and rearranged his business tools.

"Of course it's about..." Mrs. Granger was about to speak, but the little girl next to her looked resistant. She shook off her mother's hand and rushed to Ian's small table.

"Don't try to deceive us with this trick! This is nothing more than a psychological trick! There is no such thing as divination and magic in this world!"

"Behind any mysterious means are magic, sleight of hand, and deception. Science has already made a ruling on this. You should probably read the book "Lies of the Middle Ages."

The little girl, who was obviously a delicate girl, chose to act fiercely, looking both cute and fierce. Her mother's face changed and she wanted to scold her.

Ian raised his hand to stop Mrs. Granger's actions.

"Very good advice. I also have a suggestion for you. The New Principles of Numerology is a good book. You should probably take a look at it."

Ian was not annoyed by the little girl's questioning, but instead responded with a smile. His reaction made the little girl feel like she was punching cotton.

The doll-like little face suddenly turned red with anger.

"There is no magic in this world!"

The little girl reiterated.

"What if there is?"

Ian tilted his head and looked at the little girl who was a little shorter than him.

"Then I will eat your table."

The little girl spoke with a solemn oath.

"Oh, okay, Miss Hermione Granger, I'll remember what you said. People who don't keep their promises will be bald when they grow up." Ian smiled as if he was very happy at this time.

"How do you know my name!"

little girl.

That is, Hermione Granger was shocked. She turned back to look at her mother in panic, and Mrs. Granger also looked at Ian in amazement.

"May I begin, Mrs. Granger?"

Ian maintained a mysterious attitude, cut the tarot cards in his hand, and separated four cards and placed them on the table. He was not so straightforward when he was doing divination at the stall before.

Look at the little girl.

They were so scared that they hid in their mother's arms.

"You must be playing some trick. Don't believe him, Mom." Hermione Granger seemed to still firmly believe in materialism, but she no longer dared to approach Ian, the fortune teller who called her by her name.

"We need divination, Mr. Fortune Teller."

Mrs. Granger's eyes lit up at this moment. She didn't care what Hermione Granger was saying. The tone of her voice sounded much more serious and respectful than before.

Ian ignored Hermione Granger's glare.

Motioned to Mrs. Granger to choose a Tarot card.

Mrs. Granger made her choice immediately - looking at the tarot cards that were turned over on the table, Ian raised his eyebrows and smiled at Mrs. Granger.

"It's a fool, ma'am."

Hear the words.

Although Hermione still looked indignant, her ears perked up.

Mrs. Granger folded her hands in anticipation.

"Mr. Fortune Teller, what does this portend?"

Ian cupped his hands and gestured, "I'll have to ask you, Madam. I wonder what you were thinking when you turned over this card?"

Mrs. Granger nodded, with an expression that said, "As you can expect."

"I just want to ask, one year from now, will my Hermione be able to get into her ideal middle school?" Most parents in the world would definitely consider their own children the most.

Ian encounters this kind of situation all the time.

but.

He still made an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"So you want to tell fortunes for your daughter."

Ian's tone of amazement was very lifelike.

"Yes, Mr. Fortune Teller, can you tell me the result?" Mrs. Granger said as she took out 5 pounds from her bag and handed it to Ian.

Ian smiled slightly and looked at Hermione.

At this moment, the little girl seemed to look at Ian with some curiosity, but when she saw Ian's eyes, she immediately turned her head away and didn't look at him.

As if to show that he doesn't care.

however.

From the small movements that she couldn't help but turn her eyes and glance over from time to time, it was not difficult to see that she was quite curious about the result of divination.

Duplicity.

But it also makes sense.

After all, she is a future witch and one of the three giants in the original work. She was born in a Muggle family, but she possesses wizard talent and naturally has the wizard's nature of exploring the unknown.

"Of course, no problem." Ian Prince smiled gently. He picked up the "The Fool" Tarot card on the table and spoke slowly to Mrs. Granger.

“It represents new beginnings and adventures.”

"Next year or later, your daughter will be admitted to the school that suits her best, and she will have extraordinary achievements in the future and become a high-ranking official who is admired by everyone."

Ian had been setting up the stall for quite some time, and his tone had never been so confident. Mrs. Granger immediately smiled from ear to ear, obviously very happy.

Hermione curled her lips and said nothing.

But from the slightly raised corners of her mouth, it can be seen that she is in a good mood.

"Thank you, little fortune teller. I'll take my leave now." Mrs. Granger got a satisfactory answer and waved goodbye to Ian with a smile on her face.

Hermione next to her couldn't wait to pull her mother away.

Just took a few steps out.

She couldn't help but turn around and make a fierce expression to Ian. Ian looked at the Fool Tarot card in his hand and raised his voice a little bit out of a bad taste.

"Oh, by the way, in the future, she will have two big sons."

Hearing this, Mrs. Granger turned her head in surprise, raised her eyebrows and responded with a smile: "Wow, actually I think two children are a bit too few."

"I won't have a baby!"

Hermione blushed.

Mrs. Granger patted her head.

Ian said nothing more and bowed slightly.

"Welcome to visit us next time, Mrs. Granger."

His voice was soft.

"Thank you, Mr. Fortune Teller."

Mrs. Granger took Hermione away. Ian also began to pack up his stall and prepare to go back. At this moment, he vaguely heard Hermione's angry voice.

"Mom, divination is unscientific! He must have eavesdropped on our conversation and found out my name. These people can only say sweet words!"

at this time.

Mrs. Granger just patted Hermione's head. "Oh, Hermione, why do you care so much? It's only 5 pounds. It's not important to us, but for that child, he can enjoy a full meal with it. If conditions permit, who would go out to the streets to beg for a living as a child of your age?"

"There are so many patches on his clothes. He is such a poor child..."

The sound is getting farther and farther away.

Ian then looked down at his clothes.

It is indeed a bit shabby.

This is actually a piece of clothing that was donated by a kind-hearted person last year. Ian receives clothes donated by kind-hearted people every year, but after being caught by Geely several times in the orphanage, the clothes became what they are now.

Jili is a cat, the only pet playmate for the orphans in that square, gloomy and old orphanage. In fact, it is just a stray cat that wandered here and never left.

“Another good day.”

Ian Prince packed up his stall. He had earned about 10 pounds that day, which was definitely a good income for a kid.

of course.

Can have such income.

Ian must be different from ordinary people.

Name: Ian Prince

Occupation: Blood Warlock

Magic: Level 4

Skill: Language Proficiency (Level 3): 23/400
Biological Anatomy (Level 4): 796/800
Free Fighting (Level 3): 85/400
Psychology (Level 6): 42/3200
【Psychology Extraordinary Characteristics: Thought Perception.】

……

Yes.

Ian has an attribute panel, but there are no system tasks and no soft girl system elves. This is a panel that gives him the trait of "getting stronger with effort".

Very crude.

But it is also very practical.

For most people, as long as hard work can be rewarded, it is a positive enough motivation, not to mention that upgrading skills will bring Ian additional benefits - extraordinary characteristics.

Extraordinary Characteristics is a skill. Once it reaches level five, it will gain some kind of additional bonus, allowing Ian to gain some powerful traits derived from this skill.

If a skill can be upgraded to level 10, it can gain even more powerful legendary characteristics. However, Ian has not been able to successfully upgrade a level 10 skill until now.

It is not easy to acquire proficiency. For example, today, he only gained five points of proficiency in [Psychology]. If he wants to upgrade, he has to fool more than three thousand people.

Ok.

It can’t be called cheating.

How can providing emotional value not be considered a kind of contribution?

Ian relied on his mind perception to read the thoughts of many customers, which made his divination business flourish... He became somewhat famous in this neighborhood.

"A small opening does not count as an opening."

Ian evaluated his golden finger and returned to the orphanage with his belongings - as a time traveler, a classic start always becomes the norm.

"Hey, Ian, wait a minute, don't go back yet."

"Here comes Santa Claus!"

Ian pushed the cart back to the dilapidated orphanage.

A group of children surrounded him.

And Ian also saw a figure flash by in front of him.

"Nonsense, it's obviously Gandalf."

Ian corrected the kid.

this moment.

He was in a very complicated mood.

He had been waiting for this day.

only.

But I didn't expect it.

This day came so quickly, and the person who came was actually Albus Dumbledore.

Looking at the old man with white beard walking towards the dean's office.

Ian Prince was somewhat confused.

strangeness.

Didn't Hogwarts mail owls first and then send professors to explain things?

(End of this chapter)