Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 10: Where the Dream Begins
The city is shrouded in a veil.

The smoggy days in London seem as if there are layers of gauze floating in the air.

Quiet street.

Ian was still immersed in the sadness of parting.

Although I have always been looking forward to learning magic, when I actually stepped out of the orphanage to go to school, I still felt reluctant to leave this place and the people here.

After all, this is where Ian lived for eleven years after traveling through time.

"Oh, it seems that you know how to please people, Mr. Prince."

Snape's voice broke the dull atmosphere. For some reason, the seemingly normal words coupled with his slow tone always made people feel a sense of ugliness.

Ian didn't respond.

He just followed Snape dragging his suitcase.

He is feeling a little down now.

I don't really want to spend time dealing with the professor in front of me. After all, for this Hogwarts potion master, no matter how well-behaved a student is, he won't be in his good graces.

Facing Ian's silence.

Snape spoke again.

"You left all your money to them. This is not a smart thing to do." Obviously, Ian's previous little tricks could not hide from the eyes of the wizard Snape.

"I still have a little left, I can go... to the corresponding place and exchange it for the currency of the wizarding world." Ian looked up at Snape, who seemed to be inconsistent with his character.

What happened to your promise to be quiet?
"That's not so stupid."

Snape snorted coldly.

"You know that you are just an orphan adopted here and need to be taken care of, right?" Snape slowed down his pace and squinted at Ian beside him.

"I wasn't in good health when I was a child. It might be because of the awakening of magic. I was weak and sickly." Ian did not answer Snape's question directly.

"Ms. Elena would take me to the city's hospital for treatment. The orphanage's financial situation was much worse at that time than it is now, but she would still buy expensive medicine for me."

"The food in the orphanage was also very scarce. When I was sick, Catherine would give me half of her bread, and Daniel would run out to find wild herbs for me."

"Although Daniel's witch doctor grandmother was poisoned to death by her own medicine, this does not affect Daniel's belief that as long as I take her medicine, I will become strong and healthy."

"Mia is a little younger than me. Whenever I'm sick, she will pray to God for me all night long. Everyone is very, very kind to me."

Ian's voice was calm and soft.

"Tsk, are you trying to impress me?"

Snape was unmoved.

"Not really, Professor."

Ian did not expect Snape to understand his heart. He heard that people who became Death Eaters did not understand what love was, so he could only explain it to Snape from a different perspective.

"They think a lot about me, so when I am able, I certainly need to think about them as well." Ian spoke softly in a very firm voice.

“This is my responsibility.”

The childish voice echoed in the empty street. A small figure followed Snape in the haze. His calm words made Snape, who was wrapped in a black robe, silent for a long time.

"Tsk tsk, he's not that old, but he has a lot of ideas. He's really worrying about something he shouldn't be worrying about."

After a long time.

Snape sneered expressionlessly.

"Although there has been a wealthy and kind person who has donated anonymously over the years, the purchasing power of the pound has dropped significantly recently. Without that money, everyone will have a hard time living."

The reason why Ian sets up a stall on the street every day, in addition to improving his proficiency in [Psychology], is naturally to earn a little more money to help the dean, Ms. Elena.

Even if there was no Hogwarts incident, the money would eventually turn into eggs, milk, vegetables, and meat, and be brought back to the orphanage by him in other ways.

To be honest, an eleven-year-old child can't spend much money on himself. Ian is not a saint, but he is definitely not the ungrateful Poseidon Douluo.

"So, you want me to call you the savior of the orphanage?"

Snape still looked at Ian sideways, and his slow tone made people want to punch him.

"No, professor, if you can show your generosity and donate some money to the orphanage, then you are the real savior and the real hero."

Yes.

He said a lot of things.

Ian's true colors were finally revealed.

He turned his head and looked at Snape with his big green eyes. He felt that the color of his eyes was the same as Lily Potter's. Perhaps that would have some influence?
and.

Although he still didn't understand what Dumbledore meant by what he said before, he could definitely feel Snape's guilt from his [thought perception].

If they could use this to get Snape to donate some money, it would be a lucky thing for the orphanage - Ian's donation would only last for a while. But now Snape, the Hogwarts potion master, standing here, even if he could donate a little, it would be enough to benefit the orphanage.

Don't underestimate the financial strength of a potion master.

"You are really a..."

Snape stopped.

Black eyes stared at Ian.

With a sharp and ambiguous complexity.

"A qualified Slytherin."

obviously.

Ian's little trick couldn't fool Snape. He almost instantly understood what Ian wanted to achieve by being sentimental with him for so long.

"It's a pity that you don't know me. I'm not a good person. I won't donate even a single gold Galleon to a ridiculous Muggle orphanage."

Snape sneered.

He took another step forward amid Ian's disappointed look.

He took Ian into an empty alley.

"Drink it."

Snape suddenly took out a bottle of green potion.

There was an irresistible tone in the words.

"Ok?"

Ian, who was dragging the suitcase, was slightly stunned. Looking at the green potion in the bottle that seemed to be still bubbling, he couldn't help swallowing and revealing a wry smile.

"Professor, what is this..."

He felt that if the other party wanted to poison him, even if it was not fatal, it would probably leave a psychological shadow. Everyone knew that the potions in the magic world were more unpalatable than the others.

"You don't think that if I want to harm you, I need to use any tricks on you and trick you into drinking a bottle of medicine first, right?" Snape looked at Ian with contempt.

how to say.

It does make sense.

“I just don’t think it tastes very good.”

Ian responded weakly.

however.

Snape simply paused and stared at him expressionlessly.

"Alright alright."

Gritting his teeth.

Ian took the potion.

I swallowed it all in one gulp like taking medicine - eh? The aftertaste was not bitter, but a sweet taste like coconut milk, very smooth and delicious!

Isn't this right?

Isn't it said that Snape's potions taste worse than the last?!
Ian was still savoring the potion.

"I've never seen such a cowardly fool like you!"

Snape suddenly took action, pinched Ian's neck with one hand, and waved his wand with the other hand to activate Apparition - the figures of the two people immediately disappeared into the alley.

Ian just felt his vision blurry.

Wait until your vision becomes clear again.

Everything around has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In front of me was a cobblestone street that seemed to stretch straight to the horizon. There were shops of all kinds on both sides of the road, and people wearing strange and gorgeous clothes were laughing and playing on the street.

Feather dusters are sweeping dust automatically, unmanned brooms are cleaning up garbage on the streets, owls, snakes, mice...all kinds of animals are well-behaved and cute on the shoulders of wizards.

The scene that he had only seen in movies now appeared before Ian's eyes without any warning in a way that was dozens of times more shocking than in the movies.

he knows.

This is Diagon Alley.

He, and many others...where dreams begin.

(End of this chapter)