Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 108: 107: Cheating and Returning! Ian's Disappointment
Helena Ravenclaw left a meaningful word and then floated away.

Ian was left alone, staring thoughtfully in the direction she left, until his stomach protested for the umpteenth time that day. He scratched the back of his head and ran towards the elf kitchen.

"Transfiguration is a subject that goes straight to the origin of magic. Perhaps it can not only change the things that wizards know, but also achieve unexpected results if it is used on ghosts."

"After all, Transfiguration can change everything in the world, and ghosts may be included in all these things."

"No one has ever been able to cast magic on ghosts before, and I am different from others in this respect because I can step into the twilight realm."

"If it is possible... this must be a far-reaching research direction." Ian might have a different opinion from Helena Ravenclaw about what happened last night, but no one could tell what new things such a different opinion would allow him to explore on the road of Transfiguration.

Of course, Ian likes to study and learn, but his most urgent task now is to fill his stomach. He has not eaten anything from last night to this afternoon.

As his long legs ran, Ian's figure disappeared in the corridor - a moment later, the Gryffindor portrait that was "playing hide-and-seek" with the vicious dog among various portraits throughout Hogwarts was also chased to this area.

"Lend me your sword!" The portrait of Gryffindor certainly had no ability to cast magic, but he was very confident in his own swordsmanship.

He wanted to let the abstract vicious dog drawn by Ian see the power of the Hogwarts Sword Master. It was just a vicious dog, so what if it had rabies implanted in the portrait?

Gryffindor wants to show off his skills.

However, the characters holding swords in all the portraits along the way did not respond to his request at all. To the portraits, the swords on their bodies were also a part of themselves.

Who would lend their little hair to others?
And even if we put this aside, most of the portraits holding swords would run away much faster than Gryffindor when they saw Gryffindor running towards them with the vicious dogs.

"What kind of people are you! Where is your courage! Justice and loyalty?" Gryffindor complained loudly, exhausted from running for his life, and only had time to express his contempt for the fleeing portraits.

It wasn't just the other portraits that didn't help him.

Even he himself did not try to rescue himself.

Gryffindor asked for help from his older self in the corridor, but the older self just watched the show. He even asked for help from the young wizard outside the frame when he was desperate.

only.

"Wow! It's Gryffindor! A completely new version I've never seen before!"

"Why is he being chased by a dog?"

"Perhaps this is the setting for his portrait? Just like the guy on the eighth floor who was beaten by the troll, the painter probably showed the Gryffindor ancestor's never-fading adventurous spirit."

"That's really philosophical. Wow, your reading comprehension is amazing too."

……

Not only did Gryffindor not get any help from the little wizards, but their conversation just to watch the fun also dealt him a psychological blow. God damn philosophical thoughts and that undying spirit of adventure!

"Rowena, save me! Save me! Save me! I'm going to be bitten! I'm really going to be bitten!" The portrait of Gryffindor escaped all the way into the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw.

The background of this painting was a portrait of a library, which immediately caused chaos. The vicious dog and Gryffindor were chasing each other behind dozens of bookshelves, and even knocked down several bookshelves full of books - it was Gryffindor who wanted to use the bookshelves to suppress the vicious dog, and as Ian said, the vicious dog seemed to only see Gryffindor in its eyes.

No matter how many books he had on his body, they couldn't stop him from running towards Gryffindor. To be honest, the portrait of Gryffindor did have his own adventure experience. A two-legged man ran for so long without being bitten by a four-legged dog. He was indeed very agile, even better than Jackie Chan in the furniture store.

However, no matter how skilled an adventurer is, he cannot withstand a chase of dozens of minutes. A vicious dog may make mistakes countless times, but Gryffindor, who is worried about the "portrait version of rabies", cannot afford even a single mistake.

He is also really stubborn.

Even after being chased like this, he still refused to return to his safe house and let Ian get what he wanted.

"Help me! Help me! Rowena! You also had a dog! You must know how to make this dog stop! I was badly tricked by that bad boy from your academy!"

Gryffindor began to run around Rowena Ravenclaw, who was smiling outside the frame. The man and the dog circled the portrait of another founder dozens of times.

Finally, seeing that the portrait of Gryffindor was about to hug her and jump over her head to avoid the pursuit of the vicious dog, the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw could no longer hold back.

"Why are you so noisy even with the portrait?"

Her tone was full of helplessness.

There is also a bit of nostalgia - that is a precious piece of history, named by Ian Prince in a past conversation as Ravenclaw and her bestie and two silly followers.

Rowena Ravenclaw now agrees with the little guy's words. Now one of the sand sculpture portraits really makes Rowena Ravenclaw feel like she is reliving the years.

"That little bad boy from your academy! He's even worse than you! Just because he wanted to find the room where I was hiding, he drew a rabid dog to chase me!"

Gryffindor failed to climb over Ravenclaw's head, but he still climbed onto a high bookshelf and kept throwing books at the barking dog below.

"Do you think that kind of disease can be inflicted on a portrait?" The portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw looked up at Gryffindor, and the smile on her face that had remained for a thousand years completely turned into helplessness.

"If it bites me, it will definitely be bad news! I have a feeling it's an adventurer's intuition!" Gryffindor had completely thrown away all the books on the top of the bookshelf.

"help me!"

He sent out a cry for help to the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw again. The vicious dog had already started climbing up the bookshelf. The brave and fearless Gryffindor could only kick the vicious dog with his feet.

"Hey, why did you mention your treasure room to that little guy and make yourself unhappy?" Rowena Ravenclaw blew at the vicious dog hunting Gryffindor.

next moment.

The abstract evil dog drawn by Ian turned directly into a pool of ink, which flowed out of the frame and dripped onto the floor of the corridor, completely losing its magic and power as a magic drawing.

"Oh, thank you, Rowena, you are so good at portraits." The portrait of Gryffindor climbed down from the bookshelf, and he gasped and gave a thumbs up to the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw.

"You're lucky that I haven't left yet." Rowena Ravenclaw looked at the corridor outside the picture frame, his eyes fixed on the direction Helena left.

"leave?"

Gryffindor approached the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw again.

However, this time his expression suddenly changed, his eyes suddenly became shocked, and his voice was full of disbelief, "I feel that you are different from us!"

Hear the words.

Rowena Ravenclaw looked deeply at the portrait of Gryffindor.

"That little guy will never give up until he achieves his goal. No matter what you have hidden and want to pass on to future generations, it's best to hand it over as soon as possible, otherwise he may draw more than one vicious dog next time."

Done.

The portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw smiled out of the frame again—something about her temperament began to change, she lost her previous agility and no longer carried out any activities.

It's like a dull portrait with very little "spiritual" touch.

"This is cheating! It's cheating!"

The Gryffindor portrait exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Why didn't my original self think of this? Hiss! Eleven years ago, Salazar probably came back like this. It turns out that Helga and I are the only honest people among the four of us!"

The Gryffindor portrait was obviously aware of some incredible secret. He moved in front of Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait and pressed his entire face against the frame of the painting.

I saw.

Opposite the picture frame is one of the few windows in a corridor. Its view is wide and clear, not blocked by other buildings, and it is just right to see the large lawn outside and the forbidden forest in the distance. Perhaps at night, if it doesn't rain, this is also a great place to observe the night sky. Many wizards with profound attainments like to observe the night sky.

The movement of the sun, moon and stars.

It tells the observer a lot.

Just like...the years in the human world.

……

The elf kitchen at Hogwarts.

The huge wooden dining table was covered with a variety of different ingredients, from glittering magic fish to freshly picked vegetables and fruits.

A group of petite house elves in neat aprons are busy here, their ears are pointed and their eyes sparkle with love and loyalty for their work. Some elves are waving their fingers, directing the pots and pans suspended in the air to automatically complete tedious tasks such as cutting vegetables and stirring.

Each elf's movements were so skillful. As it was almost dinner time, the kitchen was busy, and the rich aroma of dishes almost filled the entire kitchen. The air was filled with tempting aromas, from hot stews to sweet pastries, each dish condensed the elves' hard work.

"Today is Halloween, we should eat something different. Hogwarts should have some unique Halloween traditions. We can't be as conservative as other schools."

"Different surprise diets will bring surprises to the little wizards."

"Yes, that's right. One more thing, bright red dishes can stimulate appetite. If you don't believe me, I will compile a 'Little Wizard Diet Guide' for you when I get back."

Under Ian Prince's instructions, jalapenos were more or less added to the dishes of the little wizards tonight. The elves did not realize that this would bring about a major hemorrhoid screening at Hogwarts - Ian was eating at a separate small table. People who eat hot pot always want to brag.

After giving instructions on the kitchen, Ian drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.

"I still have to drink this stuff!" Ian put down the super double lemonade in his hand, feeling that the headache caused by last night's indulgence was much better.

Anyone who has experienced a hangover can probably understand how uncomfortable this is. Ian even thought that the professor who gave the ghosts beer must have added a lot of industrial alcohol to the beer.

Fake foreign liquor has always had a special effect on the brain.

"Mr. Prince is so knowledgeable! The rabbi admires Mr. Prince so much!"

"Harpy also worships!"

"Sibi will prove Sibi's admiration with actions. Sibi cut another plate of meat for Mr. Prince."

……

House-elves are really good at providing emotional value.

Ian might have made little progress in his mission to ascend the throne at Hogwarts, but in his small kitchen, he seemed to have already felt the joy of being a little emperor.

"I've almost finished my shabu-shabu. Can you grill all the meat and put it in a burrito? I want to replenish my energy while studying."

Ian's request would naturally not be rejected by the elves. Amidst the praises for his hard work and stable output of emotional value, he took the burrito and left the kitchen, planning to go to the Forbidden Forest.

Christmas is coming.

Ian needs to prepare gifts for his friends and family. Out of consideration for human relations, Grindelwald must also enjoy the same treatment as Dumbledore and Snape.

He didn't want to be remembered by the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Besides, apart from the Resurrection Stone and Slytherin's locket, the golden container that Grindelwald gave him was still pure gold.

There is no interaction without courtesy.

"I'm such a social expert." Ian passed by the four huge hourglasses recording the college scores and found that Ravenclaw's scores were far ahead of other colleges. The first-year freshmen clearly didn't win any honors for the college, and it seemed that the seniors were really awesome.

"If there weren't any extra points from the Quidditch House Cup, we would have won for sure." Ian still had a lot of opinions about Quidditch. Perhaps it was because Ravenclaw House did not perform very well in this sport and had basically no hope of winning the championship. The champion of this sport at Hogwarts almost exclusively belonged to Slytherin.

Walk through the foyer.

Ian walked towards the castle gate - his plan to buy something for free in the Forbidden Forest was interrupted by a sudden rainstorm. He was obviously not aware of the weather conditions outside when he was in the kitchen.

It is raining heavily now.

Flashes of lightning kept streaking across the sky. The light shone through the windows, casting mottled shadows before suddenly disappearing. It was hard to say whether one would be struck by lightning if one went to the forbidden forest in such weather.

The little wizards who had been playing and frolicking outside were running back one after another. A group of students, big and small, were either covering their heads or running into the castle with brooms in their hands as if they were fleeing.

There were traces of rain on their faces and bodies, and some students' robes were even covered with mud, which might be the result of falling down while playing Quidditch, or maybe it was from playing in a mud puddle with wild boars - it was hard to tell. For the young wizards of Hogwarts, no matter how bizarre their behavior was, it was reasonable.

Ian stood at the gate.

After greeting the little wizards who were coming and going, he saw a figure that looked like a giant bat also walking towards the castle, with the sides of its robe blown high by the wind in the heavy rain.

"Professor Snape."

Little wizards kept greeting the big bat fearfully, and the rain seemed to be as afraid of this man as they were, and it avoided him before it came into contact with the unchanging black robe.

"Hurry up and go to the great hall to eat." Snape said to Ian as he passed by him. His expression was gloomy, much uglier than the cloudy sky outside.

This was obviously not directed at Ian.

Because behind Snape was a timid man who kept greeting some senior wizards, but he didn't even dare to look directly at the young wizards.

"You weren't like this before you left."

Snape's gloomy face grew even gloomier as he spoke to the man.

"I... I just encountered a lot of danger and was a little scared... I need to take it easy for a while. I need to take it easy for a while." The man responded to Snape's words.

He smiled politely at Ian again.

"What are you still doing here? Let's go to the auditorium and eat!"

Snape pushed Ian's back, hard.

"Ah."

Ian looked back every few steps as he observed the man who followed Snape back.

The man was wearing a plain robe without too many fancy decorations, and a purple scarf around his neck. His thin figure seemed to be shaky due to long-term malnutrition.

"Professor Quirrell! Don't go that way! We need to go to the headmaster's office. You ended your vacation early, so you have to go with me to see Dumbledore first."

The big bat's tone was very annoyed.

Ian stopped and heard Snape address the wizard.

He looked back.

The man was not wearing a turban on his head.

　Make up for it tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)