Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 107: 106: Calculate the founder and create a miracle

Ian had seen talking books in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, and he had even studied them out of curiosity. This must have been one of the important reasons for the ridiculous scene before him today.

"My alchemy efficiency is higher when I'm drunk!?" Ian tried hard to recall what he did last night, but all he could remember was dancing and fighting with the ghosts at the dinner party.

Children really shouldn't drink alcohol.

He had no idea when he returned to the Room of Requirement, or how he stayed up all night to tinker with the pile of books in front of him. He even dressed up the Dementors.

The feeling of a hangover is very unpleasant.

This was especially true for Ian's body, which had not yet fully developed.

He shook his aching head, and scattered fragments of memory seemed to be shaken out, but he only recalled that he had classified the bones of Riddle's entire family.

"There is always an old Tom among you." Ian looked at the pile of Muggle skeletons that had been carefully sorted out. Because their bones did not have the magic of blood, they were spared and piled up in the corner. As for the bones with blood magic, they were all transformed into the bone book that was now floating in the air.

None were spared.

“My body is about to burst!”

"Can't you make me bigger?"

"You put my face on the cover crookedly, take it down and put it back together!"

"Oh my God, how could there be such a boring creator who created us just to be able to talk to stupid snakes? I feel like I really hate the content and mission I carry!"

……

A group of suspended bone books chirped throughout.

The main body of their covers is made up of carefully selected human skeletons. These originally scattered bones have been rearranged and combined to form a lifelike but different skeleton face.

There are men and women.

It looked evil but also had the feel of a work of art. Ian felt that he had a lot of artistic germs in him after getting drunk, so he simply grabbed one of the "Books of Parseltongue" and spread it out.

as predicted.

Just like when his plans were interrupted by ghosts yesterday, there were no words in the book, only ancient runic symbols outlined in lines that were flickering faintly.

"Hissssss~"

The opened "Book of Parseltongue" stopped complaining, and the skeleton face on the cover began to whisper like a teacher, and Ian seemed to hear the sound of snakes in his ears.

Accompanied by translation.

However, before the translator's whisper was heard, Ian found that he had guessed the meaning of the snake language one step ahead. Although there were still some errors, it was generally pretty close.

It was only at this time that Ian noticed that with his crazy refining last night, his alchemy had approached the critical point of breakthrough. At the same time, it seemed that he had gained a preliminary understanding of Parseltongue in the process of refining the "Book of Parseltongue". Although he did not acquire any specific skills, his existing skills had also been greatly improved.

[Language Proficiency (Level 7): 5/6400]

It has risen from the original level 6 to level 7, becoming the same level of ability as [Path of Flame]. If one fully learns Parseltongue, there should be a significant improvement.

"Hissssss~"

Ian attempts to use Parseltongue and the Parseltongue Book for verbal interaction.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"

The skeleton face on the cover of "The Parseltongue Book" immediately responded. This is why the "Parseltongue Book" seems to be very "intelligent" and can complain.

Ian's creative philosophy is to provide learners with a good language communication environment.

He believes that learning and memorizing rigid words and language structures will only make the learner's Parseltongue in a situation where they can understand the Parseltongue but cannot really communicate. The best way to learn is to communicate from the beginning, and it is definitely the fastest way to learn a language.

"You guys are awesome!" Ian gave a full score to the user experience of "The Book of Parseltongue". He immediately took out his carving knife and wrote a sentence on "The Book of Parseltongue".

[They will speak to you, this is from Ian Prince's masterpiece book]

After the "Bone Crusher and Ashbox", Ian created his own original work. Although the raw materials of the work are a bit shady, "The Book of Parseltongue" is obviously more meaningful than "Bone Crusher and Ashbox". If the Gaunt family has no objection in the underworld, it may really be called an outstanding work.

after all.

In addition to being inherited through blood, even Dumbledore found it difficult to master Parseltongue through learning. You have to know that Dumbledore is not only a genius in magic but also a genius in linguistics. Even such a master can only memorize some syllables by rote, so it is naturally even more unlikely for other mediocre wizards to master Parseltongue.

"Unfortunately, I can't sell you in school, at least not before I catch the baby basilisk... the little wizards in the school probably can't offer too high a price." Ian "fished" the "Book of Parseltongue" that were fleeing in the air all over the room, and stuffed dozens of "Book of Parseltongue" into his purse.

After many space expansions, Ian's wallet is now as big as a football field, and most of his belongings are now carried with him.

of course.

A space the size of a football field is not the limit of the expansion spell, but it is the limit of Ian's control over the expansion spell. In the future, he will definitely continue to expand the space in his purse.

Whether it can be used or not is secondary.

All Ian wants is his own Doraemon four-dimensional pocket.

"You guys come in, too."

Ian thought about it for a moment and ultimately did not choose to destroy the pile of Muggle skeletons. Rather than burning them all to ashes with a Fiendfyre, he preferred to boil Old Tom's bones into soup.

Human bone powder is also a material in potions, and it is difficult to obtain through formal channels. The bones of Voldemort's father are hidden among a group of formal Muggle skeletons.

Ian thought it was a waste to destroy them all just to get rid of the trouble forever - he dug up the entire village's graves because he couldn't find which one was Old Tom in the rush.

"Whether there will be trouble or not is a small matter. If we need to use old Tom's bones to save the Horcrux Harry Potter, Snape will definitely be willing to admit that I am the most talented student he has ever taught for the sake of Mr. Savior's life, and then write a guarantee that I will at least add 100 points to Ravenclaw in one semester."

Ian finally wanted to stuff the Dementor into his purse, but he hadn't figured out how to tighten the purse yet. The Dementor, who was as big as Hagrid, got stuck in the entrance of the purse, so Ian had no choice but to pull the Dementor out.

"Why can't you grow a balloon head!" Ian locked the Dementor back in the cage and hid him. The aggrieved Dementor curled up in the corner of the cage and seemed to be sobbing.

This was a scene that other wizards had never seen before. After cleaning up the messy Room of Requirement, Ian realized that it was already two or three in the afternoon. Fortunately, today was Halloween and Hogwarts would be closed for the whole day, otherwise he would definitely have been happy to get a new achievement of skipping a whole day of classes.

"Eat! I want to eat!" Just as Ian was about to leave, suddenly, the portrait in the Room of Requirement classroom that Ian often used spoke.

"Salazar would kill you if he were still alive."

They had never spoken to each other before. This was the first time. Ian was shocked and turned around to see a red-haired young man with a heroic appearance that he had never seen before. This figure had never appeared in any portrait in Hogwarts, and there had never been a portrait of this young man in this classroom before.

You know, in order to figure out the principles of "magical intelligence", Ian has disturbed the portraits in the castle a lot.

"Are you the ancestor of the Weasley family? To be honest, I originally just wanted to use those bones to study the origin of the Parseltongue bloodline, but I never thought that I accidentally turned all of them into a book of bones last night."

Ian stared at the red-haired young man's fluffy red hair. The people hanging in this classroom were all outstanding graduates of Hogwarts, almost all of whom were masters in the fields of potions and alchemy.

"I don't have any descendants. Descendants will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword. Can anyone from the Weasley family be as handsome as me?" The red-haired young man in the portrait asked a direct question.

"Oh, you are Gryffindor." Ian stared at the portrait that was supposed to be a picnic witch. Against the backdrop of mountains and flowing water, the red-haired young man had no idea where he had driven the picnic witch to.

"Quick reaction, you evil Ravenclaw kid." The red-haired young man in the portrait chuckled and did not deny it. He picked an apple from the fruit tree next to him.

"You should use honorifics for me."

The portrait of Gryffindor found that he couldn't bite the apple in his hand.

"It's obvious that this portrait of you is only a few years older than me. It's obvious that you haven't even become a founder yet. The portrait of Gryffindor hanging next to the stairs is the founder." Ian was a little indignant at being called an evil kid. He blinked seriously and said something that made it difficult for Gryffindor to refute.

but.

Gryffindor was not upset by this.

"I will definitely not deny this, but I am the only portrait that I have poured so much effort into. And no matter when the painting of me was created, as long as I show up, I can make you gain recognition from the young wizards of Gryffindor." The smiling red-haired young man obviously understood Ian's character.

"I salute you, the great founder and ancestor." Ian seemed to have learned the true art of Grindelwald's face-changing. He immediately bowed to the portrait in a humble tone.

The spirit of craftsmanship reappears!

"What a snob, just like Salazar. What a pity! If you hadn't stolen the bones of his descendants, you might have gained his recognition."

Gryffindor's words made Ian's eyes light up.

"Are there any portraits of Slytherin in the school? Are there any benefits that can be gained by collecting the portraits of the Big Four?" Ian's thinking is always very quick in this regard.

"You should be able to see his portrait in his secret chamber, where there is a laboratory hidden by him." Gryffindor hung the apple back on the fruit tree. "You may be able to gain some benefits from the portrait of Ravenclaw. She left a secret treasure for her apprentice who has not yet found it."

There is a double meaning in this sentence.

Ravenclaw did leave something for future generations, but the other founders did not have such considerations. After hanging the apple, Gryffindor spoke to Ian again.

"Of course, Salazar's approval might allow you to find the deed you want...if you don't dig up the bones of his descendants to make those books."

He even knew that Ian was coveting the deed to Hogwarts.

"Have you been spying on the little wizards all the time?" Ian had never seen Gryffindor in the portrait, but he did not expect that the other party seemed to have a very thorough understanding of him.

"The portraits are part of Hogwarts. They know most of the things that Hogwarts has witnessed." Gryffindor brushed off the leaves on himself.

"Of course, as portraits of the founders, we are definitely more special than other portraits, and each of us has our own secret hut in Hogwarts. Except for Helga's hut which is not deliberately covered up, everyone else's secret hut is hidden where no one else can find it." Gryffindor's explanation roughly explained why Ian's Marauder's Map could only find the location of the Room of Requirement.

Because this is the only room that does not hide its existence in the Hogwarts "system".

"So you have a secret hut too."

Ian's heart moved slightly.

He knew the entrance to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and perhaps he could explore it after learning Parseltongue. He was also curious about the secret rooms of the other two founders.

"You can't see me in the portraits in the castle because I've been staying in my little house. In fact, if I hadn't discovered that your behavior was so outrageous, I wouldn't have chosen to come out and communicate with you." Gryffindor raised his eyebrows, with a hint of reminder in his voice.

"Salazar is a man who holds grudges very much, and his portrait must be the same. If you suddenly find his secret room, be careful that his portrait deliberately let you find it."

Ian frowned slightly at Gryffindor's words.

"I will be careful."

Ian sighed helplessly. If it weren't for the indulgence last night, he actually wanted to make a talking skeleton. Maybe that would be more respectful than making the Gaunt family into a book?
"You haven't come across a portrait of a Slytherin ancestor in school?"

There had never been any portraits in the Chamber of Secrets in his memory, but it was hard to say. Hogwarts itself did have too many secrets that he had never known in the original book.

"Yes, but I guess he must have made and left behind his own portrait." Gryffindor responded firmly. At the same time, he continued after thinking for a moment, "Although we had a dispute for some reasons back then, this school is the hard work of the four of us after all."

"He just left, it's not that he doesn't care about this place." This is a view that Ian also agrees with. The four founders undoubtedly have special feelings and ties to Hogwarts.

Ian nodded thoughtfully and suddenly asked curiously, "Why don't I see Ms. Helga? This Room of Requirement should be her secret room, right?"

Faced with this question, Gryffindor just sighed.

"There is a portrait of her in the Hufflepuff common room, but it doesn't have much of her aura. This may be because her death was too sudden."

The expression on Gryffindor's portrait is somewhat sad. Although he is just a character in a painting, his feelings towards other founders are obviously no different from those of Gryffindor.

"Ok?"

Ian also had a relatively good understanding of the contaminated aura mentioned in this portrait.

He really studied the nature of the portraits. A portrait with "intelligence" does not necessarily require the death of the person himself. The reason why these portraits can move and think does not depend on the painter. Yes, the degree of intelligence of the portraits depends entirely on the "spiritual aura" left by the wizard who painted them.

When wizards are alive, they will leave their "spiritual aura" in the places where they live. The more powerful the wizard, the stronger the "spiritual aura" they leave behind. The talent of the painter affects the level of utilization of this "spiritual aura". The more powerful painters will even put some of their own characteristics into the portrait.

This sometimes makes it possible for a powerful and intelligent wizard to have a more capable portrait, which of course will also affect the degree to which the character presented in the portrait is restored to the portrait itself. In this respect, it is not wrong to force this young Gryffindor portrait to say that he is more like himself.

"Hufflepuff ancestor died violently?"

This was not the first time that Ian had heard such remarks. When Dumbledore told him about the three deals made by the founders, he also said when he mentioned the ancestors of Hufflepuff that Hufflepuff would not have a good ending.

"This kind of tragedy is not something you little wizards can gossip about." Gryffindor had no intention of answering Ian's question. He just sighed heavily and his tone was very sad.

"Then can you tell me about the transaction witnessed by Hufflepuff?" Ian chose the second best option. He felt that he had discovered a huge secret from ancient times.

"I know that the transaction you mentioned exists, but I don't know the specific content. After all, I am just a portrait, and Gryffindor who made me did not give me any memory of this." Gryffindor in the portrait shrugged, hesitated for a moment, and then added.

"He must have taken that matter very seriously and didn't want anyone to know it from me. It's hard for a portrait to keep a real secret, but he even gave me the memory of who he had peeked at taking a bath."

The portrait of Gryffindor said proudly in a low voice.

Ian's eyes widened.

"Okay, okay! If you don't go to Gryffindor House and announce that I am the heir you recognize, I will immediately tell everyone that you peeked at Ravenclaw taking a bath!"

He felt like he had grabbed Gryffindor's chicken feet.

"?????"

The young Gryffindor portrait was confused, "Who told you I would peek at Ravenclaw taking a bath? She's a married woman! And that's something I did when I was very young."

The young Gryffindor in the portrait obviously had no idea how sinister the young wizard's heart was.

"You've been peeping at other people bathing since you were a kid, and you still say that women affect your sword-drawing speed? Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that the ancestor of Gryffindor was such a shameless yellow wizard!"

"There's a reason why Gryffindor is the house with the highest fertility rate at Hogwarts!" Ian's expression of sudden enlightenment made the expression on the Gryffindor portrait a little out of control.

"Why are you looking at these statistics? Do you have nothing to do?" The young Gryffindor raised his trembling finger and pointed at the little wizard outside the frame.

“Sometimes I’m a little free.”

Ian nodded honestly.

"..."

The Gryffindor portrait was choked and speechless.

After a long time.

He sighed and said, "If you can find my treasure house with your own ability and come to me, I will publicly acknowledge that you are a junior recognized by Gryffindor."

"This is a test, only given to certain people..." The portrait of Gryffindor looked somewhat helpless, "Originally I should have come to you in your third year."

Don’t say anything else.

Just the word "treasure trove" made Ian's eyes light up.

"As long as I rely on my own ability, I can find you by any means." Ian knew that the adventurous Gryffindor must have left behind more than one sword that would make him stronger with each battle. "Yes, I want to remind you that you are the seventh wizard to reach the threshold, and the only one who is not a student of Gryffindor. The six challengers before you all failed in the end."

"Where I am is a place with three levels of trials. It is not enough to master powerful magic. You also need extraordinary swordsmanship on the road of trial. I think I have left swordsmanship instruction books in the Hogwarts library, but few wizards have studied them over the years."

"For today's young wizards, they would rather make a magic gun for themselves than learn swordsmanship... I admit that this is a better means of close defense, but it obviously doesn't work in the trials I left behind. If you really have free time, you might as well use this time to practice swordsmanship."

The Gryffindor portrait spoke up to remind him, "Of course, if you feel that you have no talent for swordsmanship, you can also find a teammate with outstanding swordsmanship for yourself."

"The friendship of your partners is also a kind of strength that belongs to you, but you need to share some of your gains with them accordingly." Gryffindor's voice was very loud and powerful. "You have enough time to weigh whether to challenge alone or team up with your partners. After all, it takes a lot of effort to find where I am."

He spoke with confidence, "In fact, the young wizard who found my location the fastest took two and a half years. If a challenger fails to complete the trial before graduation, it will be considered a failure."

This is definitely unbelievably difficult.

It takes two years just to find a place?

Hogwarts is such a small place!
"Are all my challengers so lame?" Ian asked in surprise as he ran towards a pile of materials used to make the "Book of Parseltongue" last night.

There are still some materials left.

He decided to recycle.

"Your last challenger was called Albus Dumbledore, and he didn't even make it to the third level." Gryffindor in the portrait reminded with a smile.

Say something.

It was obviously very correct that his original body did not record the secret transaction on him. After all, with a big mouth like him, he probably couldn't keep any secrets.

"Our headmaster? He didn't even tell me that Hogwarts had such a trial!" Ian took a breath of cold air. It seemed that Gryffindor's trial was indeed a bit scary.

You have to know that Dumbledore is the most talented wizard in modern times, no doubt about it.

"That's because those who fail the trial will not remember that they have participated in the trial... The little wizard cannot resist that kind of magic. When Dumbledore was a student, he was far less powerful than he is now." The portrait of Gryffindor revealed to Ian a set of trial rules from the ancient founder.

"Did other founders have similar trials?" Ian took back some materials from the leftovers from last night and took out a bone from Tom's aunt and uncle and started tinkering with it.

"I do not know."

Gryffindor's response was also straightforward, "I'm just a portrait, I'm not Hogwarts itself, but I think the other three are not as enthusiastic about this as I am."

"If you have time, go dig up my grave, maybe you can see what's left of my bad taste." He was a real tiger. Even though he knew that Ian liked to dig up other people's graves, he still gave some advice with some expectation.

"Where is your grave?"

Ian's curiosity was piqued.

"You'll have to find it yourself. Some people say that I'm still alive in the Black Lake. That's obviously not something a portrait like me should know. I just remember that I've always been obsessed with giving grave robbers an interesting surprise." The Gryffindor portrait grinned, and he continued to instigate Ian to find his own grave.

however.

"I think I should first find the treasure house you mentioned." Ian began to stir something frantically in a large bowl. The treasure in the treasure house was obviously more attractive to him than Gryffindor's bones.

They are all people from a thousand years ago.

Who knew if there were any bones left for him to study?

"What are you doing?"

Gryffindor curiously moved closer to the frame.

"Didn't you say that I could find you by any means?"

Ian removed the toad nerve that had jumped onto his face. He hesitated for a moment and then ran to the door. "Wait for me, I'll show you my big baby."

talking.

Under the increasingly curious gaze of Gryffindor, Ian left the Room of Requirement through the door. A moment later, he ran back quickly with a small bowl.

"You are still here."

He seemed a little out of breath.

"Of course I'm here. Although I'm just a portrait, my curiosity is as strong as I am." The portrait of Gryffindor looked at the bowl in Ian's hand.

"Yeah, I know. I also have a friend with similar characteristics as you." Ian breathed a sigh of relief and poured the contents of the bowl into the bowl he had just stirred vigorously.

He carefully began stirring again.

"Do you want to brew a potion to find me?" The portrait of Gryffindor was just as Ian expected. He couldn't help but ask curiously.

"And where's that big treasure you said you were going to show me?"

He and Pandro are indeed very similar in some aspects. They will feel uncomfortable if their curiosity is not satisfied. This is probably the nature of every adventurous person.

"Not only can I brew potions, I'm actually pretty good at alchemy. I've also studied your portraits, so..." Ian asked the Room of Requirement to make a ladder for him.

He placed the ladder close to the wall and climbed up to the portrait high up.

"I also know some skills as a painter. They're not outstanding, but they should be enough." Looking at the portrait of Gryffindor, who was still full of curiosity, Ian smiled brightly and started to paint with the brush carved from bones. His drawing skills were so good that Gryffindor couldn't tell what he was painting.

therefore.

The Gryffindor moved closer to where Ian was writing.

“Are you drawing animals?”

He tried to make out the extra things in the portrait.

“I’m drawing a dog.”

Ian nodded.

In fact, his painting skills have improved a lot, and the final product is more or less recognizable, except that the vicious dog looks a bit ugly.

This actually fits in with what Ian wanted to draw.

"You want it to smell my scent, and then take you to find me through the links between portraits? This is indeed a very clever idea."

Gryffindor suddenly realized.

He shook his head cheerfully, saying, "But it's useless. Even if you can give it a real dog's nose, it can't smell what I smell like. I'm a portrait of Gryffindor, and I've already anticipated that someone might want to use this kind of shortcut."

"There will be no traces of travel on my body, and even the master painter cannot identify the materials used to paint me." The young Gryffindor portrait said confidently.

He raised his hand and wanted to touch the vicious dog drawn by Ian.

"roar~"

The vicious dog obviously had a bad temper. It raised its hand and wanted to bite Gryffindor's hand. Fortunately, Gryffindor reacted quickly, otherwise he might have become the portrait with a missing hand.

"You misunderstood. I didn't draw a dog with a sharp nose. I drew a dog with rabies... It just needs to chase you and follow you all the way back to your hiding place."

Ian finally drew the four legs of the vicious dog, and then suddenly "borrowed" some paint from Gryffindor and dotted it on the place where the vicious dog's eyes should be.

"No one else can attract its attention. My big, precious vicious dog will only chase you. You must be careful. Its bite really hurts."

Ian's gentle reminder made Gryffindor's face change drastically and he ran away.

The vicious dog with jagged fangs immediately followed.

The man and the dog quickly passed through several paintings and disappeared into the classroom of the Room of Requirement. Obviously, Godric Gryffindor many years ago did not apply such protection to the portrait.

"Tsk tsk, Gryffindor really doesn't have a deep understanding of portrait technology."

"I hope to scare our founder's portrait so much that he will be chased by my puppy and run back to his safe house... Hey, I'm hungry and thirsty now, I need to go eat something."

Ian took a last look at the portrait in which the figure had disappeared, climbed down the ladder and quickly left the Room of Requirement.

Once out the door.

He couldn't help but wrap his robe around himself.

In November, the temperature in Hogwarts has dropped below ten degrees Celsius. Even with bonfires burning everywhere, Hogwarts still has the bone-chilling temperature of a cold winter.

of course.

Such temperatures could not stop students from wanting to go out and have fun during the holidays. The corridors of the castle were extremely deserted, with only a few couples occasionally cuddling in a corner.

Others either went to Hogsmeade to attend the assembly or played with their companions on the lawn outside the castle. Ravenclaw students who loved learning rarely stayed in the castle during the holidays. Ian didn't plan to go to the library today. He just wanted to eat something and then return to the Room of Requirement to learn Parseltongue.

"Hats off to you, little Ian."

along the way.

Ian also met some ghosts who had attended the party last night, but their attitudes seemed a little strange. Even the Bloody Baron, who usually had a bad temper, bowed to him.

"You are even more amazing than Dumbledore."

This arrogant ghost from Slytherin House also exclaimed.

"My Skeleton Band made everyone have a great time?"

Ian found that every ghost was bowing to him. He could only guess that he had really excited the whole audience last night, but the response from the Bloody Baron surprised him a little.

"All of us ghosts are grateful to you, not just for the band you brought." The Bloody Baron looked at Ian deeply, then floated into the wall next to him.

"What happened last night?" Ian racked his brains but couldn't remember what happened last night. He found Helena Ravenclaw standing in front of her mother's portrait as usual.

Helena Ravenclaw was a little different today than she was in the past. Although she was still staring at Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait in a daze, her expression clearly contained a few more indescribable emotions than usual.

Just like any other ghost.

Helena Ravenclaw also bowed slightly to Ian, and then answered Ian's doubts, "Little Ian, you created a miracle last night that should have been impossible."

In words.

Helena Ravenclaw's voice was also full of complexity.

She looked at Ian with a strange look.

"Did I bring the Dementors to the party?" Ian's memory fragments after the hangover began to piece together slowly. He remembered that he had a lot of fun with the ghosts and even caught a few Thestrals to go to the underground classroom. They were amazing creatures that could only be seen by people who had seen death.

That's why.

Thestrals were once considered a symbol of bad luck and were said to bring all kinds of terrible disasters to anyone who saw them. However, Hogwarts actually kept quite a few of them to pull carriages.

"What! You also have a Dementor!?" Helena Ravenclaw trembled all over with horror, which proved that Ian did not bring the Dementor to the party.

"Shh~Keep your voice down!"

Ian jumped up but failed to cover Helena Ravenclaw's mouth. It was not because he was too short or his jumping ability was poor, but because Helena Ravenclaw dodged in time.

"I really don't know what I did to make the ghosts look at me like... like they were looking at the savior." Ian tried to find a less arrogant adjective but couldn't find one. He even felt that the ghosts looked at him with more passion and intensity than many wizards looked at Harry Potter.

"Oh, yes, of course. Your description of yourself is very accurate. After all, I can't believe it even now." Helena Ravenclaw looked at Ian deeply.

"The miracle you created is even more incredible than that little boy's. Last night, you performed a special magic." Ghost Helena Ravenclaw's soft response sounded in the corridor, solving Ian's inner doubts, "Even if it was just for a short night, this magic gave ghosts a sense of taste."

Even after others told him about it, Ian still couldn't remember it - he felt that he must stay away from alcohol in the future, even after he became an adult.

"How come I didn't know I could use this kind of magic?" Ian looked at his personal panel, and there was no magic recorded on it that had a similar effect.

He could only think in terms of transfiguration.

"Maybe it's not magic, who knows, you've done something amazing anyway." Helena Ravenclaw floated in front of her mother's portrait again.

Before Ian could ask.

Her anxious voice then rang out.

"Perhaps I should come find you tomorrow night. My mother just spoke to me. This is the first time her portrait has spoken. I always thought she never left any trace of her own."

"Maybe she just hasn't wanted to communicate with me all these years."

Helena Ravenclaw still looked a little hesitant, but when he saw that he was about to fulfill his promise to Ms. Ravenclaw, Ian immediately shook his head, which had been thinking fruitlessly, and perked up.

"Of course not! She loves you very much and has probably been waiting for you." He encouraged her again. This time, Helena Ravenclaw did not refute her like before.

"I still don't know how to face her, but if I really have another chance to choose, I think I should muster some courage that I rarely had even when I was alive."

"I have lost my courage for too long. After all, the last time I mustered up the courage to do something, it caused the tragedy of my life." Helena Ravenclaw began to sob again.

"Tragedy will not always be with you, just like regret should not always be with your mother." Ian wanted to pat Ms. Helena Ravenclaw on the shoulder.

However, the hand he raised could probably only pat the lady's waist or buttocks. After thinking for a while, he withdrew his hand. He was afraid that it would be misunderstood and cause Helena Ravenclaw to change her mind.

"In fact, I should have been on guard against a pretty little wizard like you, but my mother told me to trust you, and I chose to believe her this time."

Helena Ravenclaw turned her head and looked at Ian.

The tone was a sigh.

"Of course, I also believe in the miracle of last night." Perhaps other ghosts thought that Ian had performed some special magic, but only Helena, who had been taking care of the little wizard at the time, knew best.

There were no arcane spells or ancient or modern magic. Just a little wizard mumbling about how he thought everyone had the right to enjoy delicious food on Halloween. Yes. Just what I thought, that's all.

then.

After a casual complaint, an impossible miracle happened.

It's like a story that only appears in fairy tales.

absurd.

Bizarre.

With intriguing meaning...

(End of this chapter)