Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 100: Extraordinary Characteristics! Hogwarts Treasure!

Room of Requirement.

Ian had been holding his problematic parchment and spying on Snape's whereabouts. He saw that after Snape returned to the office, he wandered around the office and did not leave Hogwarts.

"That's clearly mine! Mine! Don't you think so?" Ian pulled out the Dementor again after Snape left, and treated the Dementor, who was unable to refute anything with words, as the person he confided in - the Dementor, who was not interested at all, just stood there and kept making sucking sounds like a minion.

It was like the gurgling sound of a dying person, and to Ian it sounded like there was phlegm in his throat. He didn't know if it was trying to absorb the little wizard's emotions and soul.

"Damn Snape, he must want to take my achievements for himself, register a patent and open a store to sell them. I shouldn't have mentioned that it would definitely sell better than Potter's shampoo!" Ian was a little indignant and upset. He felt that Snape must be jealous of the talent he inherited from Teacher Morgan.

Anyone knows that the Infinite Firepower Potion, a product that transcends time, can definitely make a wealthy family. Of course, the premise is that the owner must be able to keep this formula that can create wealth.

In Ian's opinion.

Snape's previous threats might have been out of fear that the aristocratic families that monopolized various industries in the wizarding world would persecute them. The pure-blood families must have done a lot of bad things behind the scenes to have been able to continue their glory for so many years.

Although these dandies in the families seemed like a bunch of fools in Hogwarts, they were more ruthless than Tom Riddle when he had no nose when he did things without a bottom line. Recalling Snape's slightly panicked expression just now, Ian felt that those families might be much more evil than he thought.

"Even a generation of potion masters are afraid of those families. This clearly proves that no matter how good you are at potions or alchemy, they are no match for the truth in your hands that can release a warning of a big melon." Of course, Ian was reluctant to give up the possible benefits of the infinite firepower potion. This was not just a matter of gold galleons, but also the honor of being included in the Chocolate Card Hall of Fame.

As an idealistic wizard apprentice, Ian's dream is to be inducted into the Chocolate Frog Hall of Fame, so that he can make a lot of money just by lying at home and collecting royalties.

In addition to the development of various peripherals, he occasionally writes an autobiography... Galleons really support people, but to keep them, one does need to have good strength. Gilderoy Lockhart, who is now in an unknown place, has actually played a role that a professor should have.

He showed Ian that if he only had fame and money, he would become a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered and could be replaced at any time by some old man who came out of nowhere.

Looking at the luxury goods in Grindelwald's office, as well as the expensive high-end black tea and customized snacks, Ian doesn't believe that Grindelwald spent his own money. Since he was conscripted, Ian has been paying attention to Grindelwald's movements.

I don’t know what strange methods this old guy used. The name marked on the Marauder’s Map has always been Gilderoy Lockhart instead of Gellert Grindelwald.

Ian felt that his map might have been used by Gilderoy Grindelwald to sign when he was in the library, and he had repeatedly tested it but failed to detect it. This was the most reasonable guess. It couldn't be that Grindelwald had tampered with the "server" of the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance, right?
"In Grindelwald's office, he really captured a bunch of centaurs..." Ian saw seven or eight small black dots in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

I don't know how such a small office can accommodate so many centaurs. He looked at the evil Snape again and confirmed that Snape did not go to the wizarding world to register the patent copyright of the potion at night. The good uncle has been staying in the same position for a long time without moving.

Look at the location.

Maybe he fell asleep in his office chair?
"It seems that I have been judging the Half-Blood Prince by my own standards. Now I understand. My good uncle just wants to encourage me. He may think that this will urge me to study magic more diligently." Ian once again pondered Snape's motive for warning him, and finally realized it after patting the Soul Monster's head.

As a professor and dean hired by Hogwarts, Snape ignored the fact that everything in the library was the property of Hogwarts, and instigated Ian to find the original formula and destroy it. How could this not be a preparation for achieving industrial monopoly in the future?

The infinite firepower potion can obviously benefit Aurors and wizards, and has sufficient application scenarios in many places. Ian doesn't believe that Snape can really sneer at such an industry.

It was simply that he felt that Ian was not strong enough, and together with him he could not defend against the pure-blood families who would come to rob - Ian repeatedly pondered Snape's warning before he left.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this must be the case.

"People are tempted by profit. Snape actually has something else to say. Although he said he didn't want to die and I didn't want to die either, what he actually meant was that his and my power were too weak to grasp the formula." Ian's eyes were full of enlightenment. He immediately hid the Dementor that was twitching its mouth and quickly walked to the door of the Room of Requirement.

It was already late at night.

The corridor on the eighth floor was empty.

There was no light or movement in the direction of the headmaster's office. Ian hadn't seen Albus Dumbledore on his Marauder's Map for two days. This might be the advantage of being a headmaster. He could skip work anytime he wanted, and no one dared to ask where Dumbledore had gone.

In order to deliver Ariana's letter, Ian had asked professors and ghosts passing by more than once about Dumbledore's whereabouts. Perhaps Grindelwald knew, but Ian was reluctant to be alone with Grindelwald. His magic teaching was indeed good, but who knew if he would be captured again.

Moving boxes is a piece of cake.

What if Grindelwald asked him to clean up the centaurs' shit?
"I need a room where I can practice black magic, I need a room where I can practice black magic..." Ian silently made a new wish in the corridor on the eighth floor. He felt that Snape's worries were indeed not unreasonable, but he also firmly believed that as long as he worked hard and made Snape see that he was strong enough to keep the wealth brought by the infinite firepower potion, Snape would definitely not continue to hinder his plan to make a fortune.

"Where's my Dark Arts practice room?"

Ian turned the doorknob of the Room of Requirement again, but found that the Room of Requirement did not respond to his wish. What he saw was still the Potions classroom which had not changed.

Unconvinced, Ian tried again.

The Room of Requirement remained as stable as a rock, unchanged - perhaps this violated some taboos in its use, so the Room of Requirement did not respond to Ian's request.

"Then give me a room where one can gain an in-depth understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts and use the dark magic critically from a teacher's perspective, so that people can better understand the dangers of the dark magic." Ian was unwilling to give up and just tried it once on a whim. Unexpectedly, the Room of Requirement actually responded.

The flexibility of its concept of order was beyond Ian's imagination, and it directly gave Ian an extremely large training ground, or a large flat room that resembled the lair of an evil black wizard.

The interior design of this place is full of dark and weird elements. In addition to the eerie atmosphere, there are also many alchemical dolls that can be used to practice magic.

After Ian stepped in, before he could curiously explore the inscriptions on the surface of the alchemical puppets' bodies, several alchemical puppets opened their eyes and attacked him.

They don't do magic.

But they have the speed of a leopard and the strength of a bear... From the patterns and inscriptions engraved on the dolls, Ian could roughly tell that these dolls were embedded with some animal abilities.

"The magic strikes feel almost the same as real people!"

Ian did not panic in the face of the sudden attack. He raised his hand and cast a compound magic [Eight-Divided Light Wheel], which directly cut the oncoming alchemical puppet into eight neat pieces.

Ian thought that Snape's previous threats were a special way of education for him to become stronger. So he felt that he must not let Snape's efforts go to waste, and he must live up to everyone's expectations and practice reliable magic such as Avada Lightning Chain and God's Edge Shadowless Storm that Snape would recognize.

There will be a sense of security.

[Shenfeng Wuying proficiency +5]

[Lighting spell proficiency +3]

……

Although the glowing Shadowless Divine Sword lost its concealment, it brought a double improvement in proficiency. There is a reason why Ian likes to study compound magic.

[Shenfeng Wuying proficiency +5]

[Lighting spell proficiency +3]

[Shenfeng Wuying proficiency +5]

[Lighting spell proficiency +3]

……

After the alchemical puppets that launched the attack were cut into pieces, they gradually sank into the ground as if they were stuck in a quagmire. After a few seconds, new alchemical puppets emerged from their original positions.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Ian was really biting into the big melon this time. A green light shot out and hit an alchemical puppet in the chest. The alchemical puppet fell to the ground but did not sink into the ground immediately.

It was covered with green lines of varying depths, which demonstrated the process of the Killing Curse destroying life. Ian felt that the Room of Requirement might have a delayed reaction, responding to his expectations of his first wish. What a great training classroom! Even the various obstacles around it would automatically repair themselves after being shattered.

Thinking of Professor Arthur King's previous outrageous requests, Ian really became interested in the Room of Requirement. Such an alchemical creation was definitely a combination of magic from all aspects.

[Killing Curse Proficiency +13]

[Killing Curse Proficiency +21]

[Killing Curse Proficiency +11]

……

Of course, now is not the time to think about who created the Room of Requirement. Facing the alchemical dolls that seemed to increase their magic resistance as they "resurrected" more and more times, Ian also became quite interested in these dolls. Perhaps he really wished for a treasure room by chance.

"Since you are not afraid of damage, then try this..." Ian's wand lit up with a bright light. Ever since he almost failed in Hogwart Village, he has not continued to study the knowledge he learned from the [Arson Curse]. In fact, his first original magic was almost completed before he entered school.

now.

With a deeper understanding of magic, Ian felt that he should complete it. With magic power surging in his body, Ian began to try with his new understanding of wizards.

"bring it on!"

Accompanied by Ian's spellcasting.

Flame hair.

surging.

The golden flame shone with a luster like the sun. More than a dozen alchemical puppets, as well as all the obstacles and black magic detentions in the surroundings, were swallowed up by this terrifying power in an instant.

Eighth level of magic power.

It is a strength that is about to touch the upper limit of human beings.

In the firelight.

Ian saw an unnamed magic label on the panel of his system.

"It was completed in one go...Okay, let me think about what to call it."

Wave the wand.

Dissipate the sea of ​​fire.

Ian saw the alchemical doll that had been burned to charcoal, and looked around at the surrounding walls and scorched earth floor. The huge training ground was in a mess and had become a ruin.

"The Path of Blazing Flames."

The practice field created by the Room of Requirement began to repair itself automatically.

Ian also named his own magic on his personal panel. When the name of the magic on his personal panel was fixed, Ian discovered something he had never expected.

[Flame Journey (Level 7) 1/6400]

Perhaps it was because comprehending magic was different from learning magic from other people, the magic that Ian comprehended actually had a proficiency of level 7 at the beginning.

It has surpassed the proficiency of other magics and become the most powerful magic closest to the [Legendary Characteristics]. This also means that it has an [Extraordinary Characteristics] since its birth.

[Soul Crucible]

Simple name.

It has a simple introduction: burn the soul and absorb magic power.

"Sigh~"

Ian looked at the description of the [Extraordinary Characteristics] presented on [The Path of Flame] and couldn't help but take a breath. Although the words in the introduction were simple, the power he sensed was not simple at all.

"A living person turns into a golden apple in seconds?!"

Ian has always known that the [Extraordinary Characteristics] awakened by magic are extremely exaggerated, but he still underestimated the weight contained in the term [Extraordinary Characteristics].

It's just level five and it's already like this.

If he were to upgrade to level ten and gain [Legendary Characteristics]... Ian didn't even dare to imagine how awesome it would be. He just felt that the things he awakened simply went against the common sense of the wizarding world.

"Unfortunately, this magic requires a heavy burden on magical power. If the magical power weakens to a certain extent, it will get out of control." Ian walked out of the door of the Room of Requirement with regret.

immediately.

He turned the doorknob again and walked into the familiar old classroom regretfully.

"Guru Guru~"

The fire is burning.

The medicine is boiling.

The crucible was re-erected.

It's Ian's way of making up for his regrets.

……

Since Snape had destroyed a large amount of Ian's stock, he could only take advantage of Snape's class the next day, skipped flying class and went to Snape's office to purchase the goods. This time he learned his lesson and not only did he not keep any money, but he also took a lot of other materials to confuse the public.

Take a look at it.

Snape would just think that he had been robbed - Ian still couldn't find Dumbledore for a whole day, and he finally plucked up the courage to ask Aurora to help him ask Grindelwald.

"My grandfather said that Dumbledore went out to play with his outstanding graduates and would be back before Halloween. In these few days, is there anything urgent that you need to find him for?"

Aurora was as reliable as ever and gave Ian an accurate answer.

"It's not a big deal."

Ian actually carried Ariana's two letters with him every day. He really hoped that Dumbledore could be a little more dedicated. How could a headmaster go out to play with graduates on a weekday? If a courier was stranded at the courier station, he would have to pay a detention fee. The more Ian thought about it, the angrier he got. He hadn't even received the compensation from the pure-blood families yet!
"My grandfather said that he can provide the help that Dumbledore can." Aurora probably sensed Ian's emotions, so she started talking while fiddling with the instruments beside Ian.

"He can't help me with this." Ian was also fiddling with the instrument. He wanted to capture Dumbledore's expression when he read the letter. He didn't think Grindelwald would give him the reaction he wanted.

“Can you help me debug this?”

Ian asked Aurora for help as she looked thoughtful. Of course, his good friend came to help him debug the astronomical instrument in front of him without saying a word.

First-year wizards have an evening astronomy class every week, which requires them to go to the tallest tower in Hogwarts. They don't need any specific textbooks, just a quill and parchment. Although this course seems to be a niche, it is actually a compulsory course for Hogwarts students until the fifth grade.

Slytherin will also take this course with Ravenclaw, which is actually somewhat different from what Ian had learned before. The professor in charge of teaching this course is Aurora Sinistra, a rare black witch who also has the same name as Aurora Grindelwald.

of course.

This professor only made great achievements in astronomy. When it comes to divination and prophecy, his research and level may not be comparable to the gifted Grindelwald family. This can actually be seen from the moment Professor Sinistra started teaching, when he highly praised the Grindelwald family's gift for prophecy.

She seemed to have no qualms about talking about this family. With her eloquent explanation, Ian and many other young wizards learned a lot of things they had never known before. After all, this was not a British family. Even children from pure-blood families only knew a few stories about Gellert Grindelwald.

"This professor actually put your family and the Trelawney family in the same group? My God, could it be that your ancestors were also famous priests serving the sun god or some other god?" Ian knew about Sybill Trelawney, the Divination teacher at Hogwarts. She was a crazy woman but she did have the blood of a prophet.

The whole story of Harry Potter seems to be just because of Sybill Trelawney's prophecy? The family of the prophet who could make Voldemort feel worried and tempted must be very important.

"Actually, I don't know either. I only know that there were indeed several prophets among our ancestors." Aurora blinked, looking as if she had just heard this information.

"This should be the blessing of blood." Ian has studied "The Origin of Blood" and knows very well that all the characteristics that can be inherited are special factors hidden in the wizard's blood.

"Do you want to study it?" Aurora stretched out her white arm, her eyes seemed to ask Ian if he wanted to take a few, as if she didn't regard this special thing as a precious thing at all.

“We’ll talk about it later, we’ll talk about it later.”

Ian was a little overwhelmed by Aurora's reaction. While the two of them were whispering, Sinistra had already officially started giving the young wizards an astronomy lesson.

"Our classroom does not require a magic wand, but only requires sufficient patience and observation. In the next five years, I will lead you to understand different planets and the trajectories of their motion."

"In the wizarding world, the operation of these planets makes sense, and you will discover the mysteries of the universe here. I think it's hard for anyone not to be fascinated by this feeling."

First class.

Professor Sinistra first used a large model to teach the young wizards how to distinguish different planets, and then began to let all students use astronomical instruments to search for the corresponding planets in the dark sky.

To be honest, if we have to choose a course that is closest to Muggle schools, Astronomy is definitely the one that is closer than Muggle Studies. There is no mysterious magic in this course, nor is there any knowledge of divination and prophecy. There is only the use of very old instruments to observe the stars in the sky. Of course.

In a few years, it will become the basis for learning Divination, but the current learning process seems very boring to Ian. Perhaps it will become the course second only to the History of Magic in his mind.

Aurora was observing with great interest. While everyone was observing as required, Professor Sinistra was also explaining the knowledge that the young wizards needed to know.

"Perhaps there are children from Muggle families among you, and there are also half-blood wizards living in the Muggle world, but I sincerely hope that you will not associate Muggle astronomy with our astronomy too much. The two are different in cognition and the most basic way of looking at things."

"For example, the planets in the solar system. Muggles have always believed that there are nine planets, but we in the wizarding world only recognize eight. I don't think we are the ones who made the mistake."

Professor Sinistra's story was full of confidence in wizards.

but.

Since it was late at night and Professor Sinistra's tone did not have that rap-like feeling, there were quite a few little wizards who were constantly feeling sleepy and yawning like Ian.

This is a very tiring course.

Ian rushed to the stairs of the tower almost immediately after class - he was not in a hurry to go back to sleep, but he still needed to find some materials for his potion.

Who doesn't need some infinite firepower potions when going out? Even if Snape doesn't allow Ian to sell them, he still wants to brew some as a trump card that he might use.

of course.

In order to avoid being discovered by Snape, Ian also tinkered with an air purifier himself, which could effectively filter the odor from the pre-brewing process of the Infinite Firepower Potion and turn it into the smell of the Invigorating Potion - mainly because it was made too hastily, and Ian's level was not enough to make a purifier that could filter out colorless and odorless gas in a short period of time.

Just like when making the [Bone Crushing and Ash Raising Box], the simplest way is to transform one substance into another without causing much change in quality.

"I hope Hagrid's still awake!"

Ian said goodbye to Aurora and ran straight to the secret passage, got out of the school as if he knew the way, and then ran towards Hagrid's hut with his long legs. Maybe Ian was unlucky, there was no light in Hagrid's hut, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or patrolling the forbidden forest.

"I wonder if Hagrid is grumpy when he wakes up."

Ian stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, ready to try knocking. If that didn't work, he would come back tomorrow. However, before he could raise his hand, he knocked his knuckles against the wooden door.

"Prince! You're breaking school rules again!"

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Just as he realized that this was the angry good uncle, Ian felt someone appear behind him, and then he was lifted up by the robe holding the back of his neck.

"This is the Forbidden Forest! How dare you sneak into such a dangerous area!" Snape was very annoyed with Ian's behavior. He roared so loudly that he almost splashed Tuobu Xingzi.

"I'm just here to play with Hagrid!" Ian really didn't think about going to the Forbidden Forest tonight or anything. He just wanted some frog brains and other products of the Forbidden Forest.

"I knew it was Hagrid's doing! He was expelled from school for violating school rules, but I didn't expect that he is now encouraging the little wizards in the school to break the school rules like him!"

Snape was literally speaking through gritted teeth.

"Keep your voice down. Don't let Hagrid hear you. He'll be sad." Ian quickly tried to raise his hand to cover Snape's mouth, but Snape, who was holding him, dodged.

"That half-giant isn't here."

Snape snorted coldly with a firm tone.

His words disappointed Ian.

This expression was clearly captured by Snape.

"I won't allow you to play any games with a giant here. Don't have any dealings with these guys. You should know that giants are the most dangerous of the magical beasts."

"Not just Hagrid, any creature in the Forbidden Forest can kill you." Snape began to scare Ian severely, but Ian's eyes suddenly lit up.

really!

Good uncle just thinks that his ability is not enough!

Rather than not allowing!

Just like the potion before!

"Of course I can protect myself." Ian immediately decided to let Snape check his results. He took out his wand and cast a spell at a big tree not far away.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

He still knew that he shouldn't perform his improved version in front of the creator - an invisible blade passed by like a ghost, and a giant tree shattered into pieces.

"????"

Snape's entire body trembled.

"Damn it! How much time do you spend studying black magic every day!" His voice was full of disbelief, and the magic power contained in the magic made his heart palpitate.

"I just love the magic you invented!"

Ian immediately offered his auspicious words.

however.

Snape didn't seem to enjoy it at all. He picked up Ian and walked quickly towards the castle.

"Damn Sorting Hat! It should be thrown into the cesspool! Prince, you evil dark wizard!" For some reason, Snape began to curse the college's property and abuse Ian.

Ian was about to defend himself when he discovered that Snape, who was carrying him, had a bulge on his waist. The large package was filled with all kinds of strange potion materials.

"Sigh~"

Ian had another epiphany at this moment.

No wonder Snape was accustomed to people stealing his herbs.

It turns out that Snape himself is also a habitual offender!

Teach by example!

……

The weather has been getting colder recently. Over the past few days, the young wizards' robes have started to become thicker, and even some wizards in Gryffindor have started selling heaters.

It is not some advanced alchemical creation, but just a tiny flame sealed in a cheap bottle, which can bring a little personal warmth and school-day fashion to the person holding it.

With only a few silver Sickles, you can get a whole winter of comfort. This is a very cost-effective choice, which defeated the heated underwear market that Ian had created at William's instigation. Although William sold 15 or 16 pairs as a seller, the total profit was not even as much as Ian's Marauder's Map.

"The twins are engaging in malicious competition! This is a price war that is despised by capital!"

The competition between two gold Galleons and five silver Sickles showed the poverty of the young wizards at Hogwarts, and also showed that William was really not suitable to be Ian's alchemical work advisor.

Ian even shamelessly asked Aurora to help him fool the Slytherin students, but it was obvious that even Aurora's mobilization power only sold four or five in Slytherin.

The effect was even worse than the commercials Ian put in his own classroom. It proved that even those guys in Slytherin were not rich nouveau riche.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Ian's heated underwear can't be shown off anytime and anywhere?

In fact, Ian's work received good feedback in Ravenclaw College, but most of the little wizards were always worried that the heated underwear would burn their little wizards because they didn't understand alchemy.

"It's all your fault! This is your Christmas present!" Ian, who found himself defeated by the twins in business, angrily threw all the remaining heated underwear to William.

This might be a beautiful fantasy in William's mind. He was so ecstatic that he even printed the patterns of players from several teams. He didn't know why his family mailed him some strange things, among which was an old-fashioned printing machine that could print moving patterns.

"Aren't you afraid that your little William will be poisoned?"

Ian was very skeptical about the quality of the old ink in the printing press. He dared to use the fourth-level alchemy he had honed through studying Teacher Morgan's alchemy and tinkering with the puppets in the Room of Requirement to guarantee that the ink in the old printing press had been stored for at least several decades.

"This is much better than Gryffindor's [portable stove]." William's praise was absolutely from the heart, because his love for these heated underwear was actually discovered by the entire Ravenclaw. This guy would also put a pair of heated underwear on his head during class for several days in a row.

Of course, in order to avoid being laughed at by others, William would wear a knitted hat, but this cover-up could fool other colleges but not the little wizards of Ravenclaw. Michael always speculated with others in private whether William's big head or small head was hotter.

It's obviously not cold enough to wear a knitted hat yet.

"It must be that the head is hotter!"

The person who answered this question was the freckled boy who always paid his tuition with various snacks. His tone was firm. Others did not believe him, but Ian believed what the boy said - except for the freeloader William, the Chocolate Frog Boy was the only customer who bought two pairs of heated underwear from Ian.

Niche products may have loyal users, but this cannot cover up Ian’s failure in business. His depressed mood for several days was even noticed by the Bronze Eagle Capital of Ravenclaw.

"Why haven't you chatted with me in the past few days?" The voice of the bronze eagle head sounded very similar to that of Nana Mizuki. It rarely took the initiative to chat with the little wizards other than asking questions.

"Because I'm very busy lately. I'm a student and I need to study, right?" Ian had long been aware of the pettiness of this bronze eagle-headed man, so his cautious answer was very reasonable.

only.

There is probably no difference between a thousand-year-old alchemical creature and a thousand-year-old woman.

"I saw that you were having a great time chatting with the other little wizards. Last night you talked to twenty-three little wizards in the lounge, and smiled at eleven little witches."

"If you could save some of the 4,786 sentences you said to them, you could talk to me for half an hour." The Bronze Eagle Head was obviously good at math.

Maybe it’s Ian’s fault.

But this obviously became a stone that he lifted up to smash his feet. In order to come back to sleep after the night tour, Ian had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the ground and be forced to work.

"I'm going to see if anyone's coming to arrest me."

Ian looked around the lounge. In winter, everyone preferred to stay by the fireplace, and few little wizards were willing to leave the warm fire before class.

The twins' work is just a hand warmer, it is certainly not as good as a blazing fire.

"What do you want to talk about today?"

Ian asked questions to the Bronze Eagle Leader, and was always on the lookout for people coming in and out. It wasn't that he wanted to do this, but recently some senior wizards had been trapped outside.

There is a bounty in Ravenclaw for the person who leads the Bronze Eagle Head astray. Although Ian also wants to turn himself in to collect the bounty, he is still concerned about his good reputation in Ravenclaw.

"I'm fine with that. You can talk about anything you want. I feel like I've become smarter since I started chatting with you. You're obviously giving me wisdom."

The voice of the bronze eagle head was very brisk.

"Then let's talk about quantum mechanics."

Ian chose the topic.

He actually didn't know much about this field, but fortunately he had never come into contact with the bronze eagle head, so when he was stumped by a question, he could always use "we don't need to talk about this for the time being" as an excuse. Although he could also make up some nonsense, it was still a bit inappropriate to blaspheme knowledge.

Time passed bit by bit.

Since Ian still didn't feel like attending the History of Magic class in the afternoon, he went to Hagrid to get all the herbs he wanted, then went into the Room of Requirement to start brewing the potion.

It’s boring to have free time.

Ian began to study his assistant again.

This Dementor was forced by Ian to do various things, but still felt confused about the situation. Since it had not received the latest task assigned by Ian, it began to satisfy its hunger and instincts. It stretched out its two rotten hands to the little wizard in front of it.

"You want me to do your manicure? I only know how to replace your two dragon claws." Ian stared at the Dementor's hand, frowned, and assessed the difficulty of biological alchemy.

The Dementor did not respond, but leaned forward with its head, its hood naturally falling to its back. Its face, which was only slightly better than the Faceless Man's, had no eyes. Where the eyes should be, there was only a layer of scabby peeling skin, covering the empty eye sockets like a cicada's wing.

"Cuckoo~"

The Dementor had already grabbed the little wizard's shoulders with both hands, but he found that his whole body began to tremble and became weak, and he was unable to lift the little wizard up or pull him to his side.

"It's very convenient to install two eyeballs here... I don't know if my uncle has suitable eyes. Maybe I can get you two Golden Snitches to install in them." Ian still had the Dementor's hand on his shoulder. He felt that this Dementor was very friendly and obedient.

The Dementor, who was even cautious when putting his arm around his shoulder, was obviously a good-natured one. Because the Dementor's mouth twitched too frequently, the air temperature around it dropped several degrees. Ian, wrapped in his robe, slapped the Dementor in the face without saying a word.

"Woo!"

The Dementors were stunned.

The little mouth stopped moving.

"Stand still and don't disturb my research!" As soon as Ian finished speaking, the Dementor seemed to turn into a statue. Ian still pried open its eyelids and put his hand into its eye sockets.

The twelve-foot-tall Dementor was like a small mountain in front of the little wizard. It was even taller than a half-giant like Hagrid. Ian could even put his entire hand into the place where the eyes should be.

“I can’t figure it out.”

Ian found that when he put his hand into the hole under the Dementor's eyelids, no matter whether he reached to the left or to the right, he could only touch a void of gas like haze.

The feeling of being in thick fog.

Very cold.

Supernatural beings are beyond the scope of scientific explanation.

More magical than magic.

"You wait." Ian trotted to the table where potion materials were processed and returned with a sharp knife. The Dementor, who had no vision, trembled noticeably for some reason.

It's a pity that I can't move.

"Where's my knife?" Ian stuffed the sharp knife into the hole under the Dementor's eyelid, but when he reached his hand in again, he could still feel the cold and gloomy gas like haze.

Not giving up, he threw a few more things in, but the same thing happened. Ian felt a little regretful that the Dementors could not transform Doraemon, and he could not get a portable storage space.

"But if it can be fixed on these two sides, two eyeballs can be installed." Ian felt that putting a few fixing screws on the Dementor's eye sockets would not be of concern to the Animal Protection Association.

"If the left eye could emit Avada rays, the wizarding world might be able to have its own Uchiha!" Ian only hated that he didn't have the right materials to carry out cyber transformation of the Dementors.

After fiddling with the Dementors for a while and making them tremble constantly, Ian finally succeeded in brewing the potion he wanted after failing to replicate Snape's operations several times - the mysterious blue was full of an intoxicating color.

I cleaned up the crucible.

Looking at the time, there was still a long time before dinner time. Ian looked around this magical Room of Requirement and thought again of the words of the alchemy professor.

"I need a room where I can study the essence of you!" Ian made the wish just to try it out, but he never thought that when he turned on the Room of Requirement again.

He actually received a response from this room - the room in the ancient castle showed the power holders the secrets hidden for thousands of years.

There were countless inscriptions throughout the room, and among the dazzling inscriptions, a line of text caught Ian's attention. It was the real name of the Room of Requirement for many years.

Hufflepuff's Golden House.

(End of this chapter)