Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 102: 101: The one favored by God? The Gringotts case!
In the quiet office.

Snape stared at the notebook in front of him with a frown. The words on it appeared and then slowly disappeared, but the words that appeared seemed to be deeply imprinted in his mind.

Completely impossible to dispel.

[Taboo in the world, requires the approval of the gods]

Judging from the effect of that bottle of finished potion, it can make creatures without magic powers give birth to magic powers. This is indeed a taboo that should never appear in the human world.

Snape agreed with what the diary said.

However, what concerned him most was the following sentence: "The gods must agree."

"Does one need God's permission to make the so-called Apocalypse Potion? But the key to this Apocalypse Potion seems to be the Infinite Firepower Potion brewed by Ian Prince."

Snape was certainly not an atheist, but he was not a theist either.

Like most wizards, he believed only what he saw with his own eyes. Perhaps it was because of the logic and rationality of wizards that Snape noticed some anomalies in the information in the notebook.

"This notebook from thousands of years ago not only knows the name of the potion I prepared, but it has also named it. It even knows the name of the infinite firepower potion."

This is the most terrifying part. If the so-called Apocalypse potion formula already existed, it might not only shake the origin of wizards.

No one knows whether God exists or not.

But those who shake the secular concepts will surely suffer a disaster comparable to divine punishment.

If he hadn't been the one who mixed the potion himself, Snape felt that he would have wanted to kill the guy who discovered such a crazy truth at all costs.

He himself was not a good person, so he knew very well what the consequences would be if he prepared such a potion. However, there were still countless people who were much worse than him in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds.

This is also the reason why Snape learned how to make the resuscitation potion from his notes, looked for various alternative materials, and developed a modern version of the formula but did not dare to show it to others after completing his work.

Squib resuscitation potion.

Just as the name suggests, it is a potion that can make the "dead" magic of the Squibs active again. Its effect can only last for three to five months instead of being long-term. But even so, Snape, who is well aware of the darkness of the wizarding world, still dares not make this replica work public.

I don't even dare to mention it to other people.

It was only when he realized that Ian's Infinite Firepower Potion could actually be used for other purposes that he could no longer suppress his inner obsession with achieving a certain kind of potion achievement - however, he never imagined that this forbidden work had actually been recorded in an object from thousands of years ago, and the name of the Infinite Firepower Potion was also included in the synthesis formula.

"I always thought that this was a name that the little bastard made up himself." Snape frowned, "But this obviously doesn't make sense... If the formula he found could clearly tell him that there was such a potion name in the formula, the person who wrote the formula would definitely not have needed to hide this unlimited firepower potion in the love potion."

"According to historical records, Witch Morgan doesn't seem like someone who would have such a bad taste... maybe she is out of reservation?" Snape could only guess as best he could.

to be frank.

If we ignore why Ian knew that the prerequisite potion for the Apocalypse Potion was the Infinite Firepower Potion, Snape could actually understand why Witch Morgan hid such a formula in the love potion.

Those who change will inevitably have enemies all over the world.

At least that's true from the wizards' perspective... It will definitely not just shake up the current relationship between Muggles and wizards. The truly scary thing is that such a potion can rewrite the origins of wizards.

When the origin of wizards is no longer sacred, Snape really can't imagine how dangerous and chaotic the reformers will be. Perhaps even a wizard like Dumbledore can't withstand the backlash of such a thing.

Even legendary witches are like this!
This is far more horrible than what Dumbledore's unknown friend, Gellert Grindelwald, the old man imprisoned in the castle of solitude, wanted to do!

No wizard would allow someone to come up with such a formula. If the formula Ian got also came from Morgan, Snape felt that some things made sense.

The legendary witch found the origin of wizards, or created another possibility of the origin of wizards, and then split the forbidden potion into two parts in the past era and stored them separately. One part was written in her notebook, and the other part was collected in the Hogwarts library many years later.

This is definitely a reasonable guess.

In Snape's opinion.

The legendary witch who discovered this potion was probably as frightened and distressed as herself thousands of years ago, otherwise she would not have taken the approach of splitting up the formula to preserve it.

The sealing is due to fear.

Retention is because of unwillingness.

Snape felt that his mentality at this moment was very similar.

of course.

There are also differences.

"This requires the necessary conditions of the gods' approval, perhaps it is a secret of the ancient wizards." Snape felt as if he had glimpsed some of the reasons why the ancient wizards were so powerful.

He couldn't help but cover his forehead and frowned.

Nor is it questioning the existence of God.

After all, there are descendants of God's priestess in Hogwarts School, and wizards have always believed in the story of the God of Death and the three brothers. Snape just thinks that even if gods really exist in this world, it shouldn't be possible to gain their recognition so easily, right?

Ian was able to brew the pre-potion! This obviously indicated some very special problems. Snape couldn't figure out what kind of god would favor Ian, a cunning little bastard?
"Perhaps the so-called need for God's permission is just a matter of performing some special ritual?" Snape was really unwilling to believe that a potion master like himself couldn't get any God's permission, while a quirky guy like Ian could be favored. It couldn't be that the illusory God only looked at appearance and hair volume, right?
"It is also possible that the first person who touches the legacy will be able to receive the blessing of the special ceremony left by Morgan. The so-called permission from God is just Morgan's framing of that ceremony."

This was a guess that made Snape feel a little less unconvinced. His self-esteem did feel better, but it was followed by a sense of regret. If he had not asked Ian to destroy the original source of the formula, perhaps he could have obtained the ritual blessing from the source of the original formula.

after all.

No one can tell whether this kind of "answer" will only be bestowed upon one person.

"Maybe I can use the time-turner to go back and intercept that little bastard." As soon as this thought came to his mind, Snape immediately shook his head and dismissed the idea.

This is also because of self-esteem.

Go back on your word in front of your nephew.

Doesn’t Snape have any respect?

Besides, since Ian didn't meet him in the library, it proved that he obviously had no chance to save the remnant of history. The result would be the same whether he went back or not. Any wizard with some ability knew the terrible consequences of playing with time, and no one would be willing to touch time unless it was necessary.

It is also taboo.

It is obviously not a wise choice to challenge another taboo for the sake of a potion that cannot be revealed to the light of day. Everyone knows that those who play with time will eventually be played by time.

People can only bear witness to history.

History cannot be changed.

How many years.

This is a truth that cannot be challenged.

No one can shake it.

……

After leaving Snape's office, Ian immediately ran back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom - fortunately, Ian finally made it to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but unfortunately, he only made it to the end of the class and could only watch a group of little wizards walk out of the classroom with both fear and excitement.

"Oh! Professor Gilderoy Lockhart is awesome! His classes are scary but really rewarding! He even showed us how to deal with the Imperius Curse!"

"Did you see the centaur trying to escape and then being held in place by magic? It was swearing at us, and Professor Gilderoy Lockhart simply made its mouth disappear!"

"Do you think the centaur at the end is dead or not? I feel like its heart is completely dead...it didn't even move when you shoved the wand directly up its ass!"

"It deserves it! I just hate that my wand isn't long enough!"

"That's right, that's right. Didn't you see the professor's roommate being kicked against the wall by it? Just like Gilderoy Grindelwald said, these centaurs are beasts."

……

Standing at the door of the classroom.

Listening to the chattering discussions among the little wizards, Ian was struck by lightning. He obviously missed a lot of exciting scenes in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Even when the little wizards greeted him, he found it difficult to force a smile. This was obviously all because of the old bat who liked to COS the little wizard in the office.

"At least he promised to bring something back to the orphanage for me for Christmas..." Ian could only comfort himself in this way. He didn't find anything to take away in the empty Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom - probably because of the Dementors before, Gilderoy Grindelwald didn't even leave a piece of cloth in the classroom.

"Michael, I heard that you were kicked against the wall. William, did you take pictures of the scene?" During dinner, Ian saw Michael with a bandage on his head.

And in response to his question, William raised his hands to show that both his hands were broken - it turns out that the little professor roommate who was kicked against the wall by the little wizards is not a singular word.

"That Professor Lockhart is so mean. He actually asked Michael and me to deal with a centaur. That centaur really wanted to kill all of us present here!"

"I think this professor should be locked up in Azkaban!" William complained to Ian with lingering fear, his expression full of resentment towards Gilderoy Grindelwald.

"It kicked me on the forehead. It really hurt!"

Michael was also very scared.

Compared to the little black guy who showed off his chicken legs even when he had a concussion, William kept complaining and almost greeted Gilderoy Grindelwald's entire family in all directions. He obviously didn't know who he was scolding.

Ian, who was sitting next to him and listening quietly, looked up at Gilderoy Grindelwald in the professor's chair. He only hoped that his roommate, who was eager to become a new generation of saint, would never discover Gilderoy Grindelwald's true identity. Of course, more importantly, his roommate's fanatic family must not know what happened today.

if not.

Since William's family did not send him on the voyage in person due to family ties, Ian felt that he might have to prepare a bed for William in the Wu Orphanage.

"Talk less, talk less..." Ian stuffed a big turkey head into William's mouth. Although Thanksgiving has not arrived yet, turkey is a frequently appearing food. Moreover, today is the eve of Halloween, so the dinner at Hogwarts is a little more sumptuous than usual.

Even the entire auditorium was decorated, with a thousand bats fluttering on the walls and ceiling, and a thousand dark clouds swarming in the auditorium.

Many of the huge pumpkin lanterns were made into lanterns. These pumpkins were big enough to even be made into small boats. They were much larger than when Ian saw them at Hagrid's place before.

The atmosphere is set very well.

There were even a few movable human skeletons, holding various musical instruments in their hands, walking back and forth in the hall and performing hellish music for the little wizards.

It really has a very Halloween style. The bassist, drummer, guitarist, accordion player, and pianist are all skeletons of different heights and giggling strangely.

When he reached the Ravenclaw table, Ian touched it curiously...it turned out to be a genuine human skeleton. He didn't know what era the cadaver teacher was from.

"Oh, don't touch my head!" William was slapped on the top of his head by one of the hidden skeletons, and he finally stopped complaining about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher with his turkey butt. All the students felt both novel and a little scared, but there were also many who dared to take action like Ian.

Perhaps thanks to Gilderoy Grindelwald, wizards of all grades have become noticeably bolder. These gentle skeletons are far friendlier than those seen in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Dumbledore is confused!"

Ian still found it incredible that Grindelwald appeared in Hogwarts. On the way to the dinner just now, he overheard a pair of sixth-grade lovers discussing the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. They also mentioned that Gilderoy Grindelwald was in their class, and hinted that some wizards who wanted powerful magic could go to his office after class.

What powerful magic?

Cruciatus Curse?
A death curse?
Or a gas stove?
Perhaps the students of Hogwarts no longer have to worry about not having the opportunity to study in Nurmengard, because some people seem to have moved Nurmengard directly to Hogwarts!

"Will Voldemort really have to face a group of students who like to take advantage of big things next year?" Ian felt a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't know why he always felt that the learning environment was changing.

[Gringotts was invaded by a mysterious person! The goblins denied that anything was lost!] In addition to ghosts and monsters, the daily news was also the focus of everyone's discussion on Halloween.

Especially this kind of sudden incident.

With owls dressed up in Halloween style coming to the hall, young wizards of all ages became lively. This was probably the first time such a thing had happened in Gringotts in recent years.

Even the professors looked incredulous.

"Who is it! How dare you be so bold!" Gilderoy Grindelwald's performance was really exaggerated. He looked horrified, as if he had never done anything like this before.

"Luckily I don't have any savings in Gringotts."

Ian was probably the person who cared the least about Gringotts being robbed.

He even thought that the goblins might be directing and acting in the show themselves.

"Okay, okay! I finally got you!"

After dinner.

Seeing Gilderoy Grindelwald taking Aurora away, Ian immediately took out his Marauder's Map. He finally saw Dumbledore's name on the map today - Dumbledore, who had not been back for a long time, was absent from the Hogwarts Halloween party.

This is obviously completely inconsistent with Dumbledore's usual style of doing things.

"Hiss, could it be that he is getting senile and wants to slowly give up the position of the headmaster to Aurora's grandfather? Old Grindelwald has been sleeping in his office several times these days!"

Mind-opening ideas.

Ian couldn't help but want to run to the principal's office to arrest the old principal who sneaked back to school, but he was stopped by Snape, who looked embarrassed, as soon as he walked out of the door of the auditorium.

"Did you ruin the things you ruined?"

Snape's eyes were fixed on Ian's face.

"I've always been obedient. It's no longer in the library." Ian blinked and chose to respond with the truth. He certainly would not give Snape the opportunity to scold him.

"Ruined... Very good, it seems you took my words to heart." Snape's eyes flickered a few times, but his expression did not seem to be very happy.

There is an indescribable complex feeling.

Relieved?

And felt a little disappointed... Under Ian's gaze, the old bat didn't ask any more questions. He just flicked the cloak behind his robe and quickly left the auditorium.

"Maybe you should get more sleep. Your eyes have become as black as coal!" Ian reminded Snape loudly from behind. He was really worried that Snape would turn him into a lich.

After watching Snape disappear from his sight without giving any response, Ian started jogging again and confirmed that Ariana's letter was still in his robe.

along the way.

He even waved in response to the little wizard who greeted him, and ran to the eighth floor panting. Ian was really worried that the old principal had just come back to use the bathroom and disappeared again.

Outside the principal's office.

The huge and extremely ugly stone beast was squatting at the door as usual. It had a ferocious face and sharp claws, as if it was ready to pounce on any invader who dared to approach.

"Password!"

The stone beast made a dull sound towards Ian.

"Jelly slugs."

This is the last password.

But it was obvious that the principal had already made a change.

The stone beast still stared at Ian and showed no intention of jumping away.

"Blowing Super Bubble Gum."

Since Ian was not invited, he could only guess the password of the gate. However, his luck was obviously not that good, as the motionless stone beast still did not respond to his command.

"Lemon Sherbets."

Keep guessing.

Still couldn't open the door.

“Cockroach skewers!”

Ian thought about it for a moment and came up with a possible password - the stone beast moved, however, it just shook its head at Ian and still lay at the gate without moving.

"Open the door!"

Ian really couldn't think of any other snacks that Dumbledore liked to eat, so he kicked the stone beast in frustration, but he didn't expect the stone beast to jump to the side first, revealing the wall behind it.

"Sigh~"

Ian had never expected that his kick would miss.

"You are so interesting~"

He looked at the stone beast in surprise, then trotted up the stairs and came to the wooden door of the principal's office. The half-open door revealed the light in the room.

It didn't close automatically.

It's as if the owner of the room is waiting for the visitor to arrive.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Ian peeked through the crack in the door.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk. Under the flickering candlelight on the table, he was turning something golden in his hand.

The old principal's eyes were focused.

Ian looked carefully.

The thing that Dumbledore kept turning shone with a golden luster.

It was a cup with a pure gold handle.

　I will try to adjust the update time tomorrow and update as early as possible, so the number of words today is slightly less...

　　
　
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