Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 109 108: This wave! It’s the peak match!

The wind and rain were raging outside the castle.

After hearing Snape's address to the strange wizard, Ian turned back six times instead of three times every step he took. Even though Snape glared at him fiercely, he couldn't help it.

This is Quirinus Quirrell! The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of the savior Harry Potter and Hermione in their first year, and the special supplies for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that should arrive at the school next year! This guy should be a professor of Muggle Studies now, and he should have taken a long vacation to travel outside!

"The Butterfly Effect?"

Ian kept looking around like a "pervert", watching Snape, with Quirrell, who had no tumor on the back of his head but had a huge change in personality, walk towards the stairs leading to the eighth floor.

"Did he encounter Voldemort or not?" He was very curious about this. He kept watching Snape and Quirrell disappear from his sight before he withdrew his gaze.

"His personality has changed. This must have happened in this life." Even when he was having dinner with William and Michael, Ian kept pondering this question in his mind.

Based on his understanding of the story, it is obviously difficult for him to accurately judge this problem, but this does not affect his thinking on how to test and verify the conjecture.

I definitely can't show up.

Maybe I need some help from other people?
Ian looked at William and Michael who were drinking water like crazy because of the jalapenos.

"Oh my god! Why are there so many peppers? Are the elves crazy?"

"Although chicken legs stewed with chili are also delicious, I think I can only choose one between chili and an intact butt. I guess this should be an annual Halloween tradition at Hogwarts?"

"There's such a tradition on Halloween? Well, I guess I'll just have to put up with it."

……

The two roommates have always been in an uncertain state between smart people and mentally retarded people. If they were asked to test Quirrell, Quirrell might not only discover their intentions but also find Ian. This is obviously not a wise choice. After all, the gold content of Ravenclaw's outstanding graduates is still very high.

If Quirrell was still an ordinary professor, it wouldn't matter, but if Quirrell had really joined Voldemort, that would be a big problem. Ian didn't want to face the noseless malice right now, as he didn't have the recklessness of Harry Potter, the Hogwarts flat-headed guy.

"Go and tell tales directly?" Ian didn't mind transforming into the class leader he hated the most in his previous life. He also believed that Dumbledore would be happy to explain Quirrell's current situation to him.

However, Ian felt a little helpless when he saw that Dumbledore disappeared from the Marauder's Map again after meeting with Quirrell and Snape.

Where is the Principal Season 2?
Asking Grindelwald could be an option to get the answer, but he didn't like being alone with Grindelwald. This was a problem that troubled Ian.

"I'm just an ordinary little Ravenclaw wizard. Even if Quirrell has really sided with Voldemort, he probably won't be able to quickly find out that it was me who stole the things from the Room of Requirement." Ian had some guesses about Quirrell's early return, which was why he kept thinking about Quirrell's condition at the dinner.

"Damn! What kind of drink is this!"

While Ian was eating leisurely, William, Michael and other little wizards were jumping up and down like crazy because some of their drinks were also spiked with freshly squeezed chili juice! This was definitely a memorable Halloween dinner, very special and in line with the enthusiasm that Halloween should have.

"Did the house elf drop a chili nest today!"

The food wasn't bad either.

It’s just that not many people in the UK can eat spicy food.

Students from both high and low grades were all grumbling, but since everyone was very hungry after playing all day, they still did not give up and continued to eat even though they were grumbling.

The food disappeared even faster than usual.

The dessert after the meal probably saved every little wizard with swollen lips, but as the spiciness gradually subsided and their expressions began to relax, they perhaps didn't know one thing.

The God of Pepper will give fair favor to everyone who eats peppers during the toilet time the next day. Ian, who failed to make the bird rain a success, finally completed his Halloween prank quietly. Of course, Ian's prank did not affect himself.

As the demand for drinks and water increased greatly, Ian only grabbed a cup of drink with an unappetizing color, which was a drink that most young wizards would not choose on weekdays.

Ian took two sips.

Michael and William immediately asked him how it tasted.

“It has a bit of a sweet aftertaste.”

His natural response failed to fool his two roommates. Instead, they both thought that there was something wrong with his taste buds. Ian, who failed to get others involved, angrily threw the cup into the trash can.

It tastes like swill.

How can it not be called sweet aftertaste?

Ian finally understood why no one drank this kind of drink. It can only be said that in the wizarding world there are always some strange foods that no one cares about but are passed down to this day.

After dinner.

As they left the auditorium, students of all ages continued to chat about school gossip as usual. On his way to the library, Ian even heard gossip about Gilderoy Grindelwald.

"You know what! Professor Lockhart is going to publish a new book!"

"Really? Even though he's very strict and likes to scare people, I'm still a fan of his books. Didn't he say he didn't have any plans to publish a new book this year?"

"Professor Lockhart said that Hogwarts gave him inspiration. He wants to write a new story about Hogwarts. I even sneaked a peek at his manuscript in his office!"

"What is it? Does it have anything to do with us?"

"It's Dumbledore the Magician! It's a biography of our great headmaster! This is the first time that Professor Lockhart has written a story from someone else's perspective!"

"Oh! That's really exciting! Maybe we can see the story of Dumbledore fighting Grindelwald!"

……

Grindelwald seemed to have let himself go. He even wanted to publish a book under Lockhart's name. Ian did not doubt the value and authenticity of the book. He was just curious whether Lockhart had really died. Otherwise, how could Grindelwald do such a thing?

"Quirrel, Grindelwald, Voldemort... None of them can stop my love of learning." Ian returned and borrowed several books in the library. He studied hard in the library until it closed, more diligently than usual, because his alchemy would probably gain [Extraordinary Characteristics] in the next few days.

……

It's getting dark.

Ian left the library and looked out the window. The dark clouds and lightning were more intense than when the rain first started. The crackling rain poured down like lines.

It blocked the forbidden forest in the distance and dampened Ian's desire to go out at night. He could only return to the Ravenclaw common room and choose to teach a spell class to the young wizards.

The friends listened carefully.

Ian also enjoyed his talk.

"Five points to Ravenclaw!"

At the end, after seeing that everyone had mastered the [Flying Spell] skillfully, Ian ended the evening tutoring class with a joke that seemed to have become a routine recently.

The young wizards began to return one after another, still unsatisfied. Some continued to stay in the lounge to practice magic. Of course, there were also many who began to teach themselves Muggle courses in order to deal with the Bronze Eagle Head. Both senior and junior students had experienced frequent troubles from the Bronze Eagle Head.

The clever little witches have not liked chatting with Ian recently, because they found that every time they had a good chat with Ian, they would encounter tricky questions asked by the Bronze Eagle Head.

"It must be in love with you."

This was a sentiment that Qiu Zhang had mentioned many times in front of Ian. It wasn't like Ian hadn't reasoned with the Bronze Eagle Head, but the Bronze Eagle Head was still very dissatisfied with other people taking up Ian's time.

Because of love?

of course not.

"You see, I have even learned to be selfish. This is the wisdom you have given me, but I still want more wisdom." This was the bronze eagle head's original response to Ian.

It was indeed much smarter and more human-like than it had seemed at first, and Ian felt like he was providing training material for a magical version of artificial intelligence.

of course.

The Bronze Eagle Head denied Ian's view on this point and firmly believed that he was about to have real life.

"Let me out, you stupid bird!"

When everyone had gone to bed, Ian slipped out of the lounge skillfully. The heavy rain seemed to continue all night, but his destination was not the Forbidden Forest but the Room of Requirement - no matter what the reason was for Quirrell to come back early, it would never be wrong to make some more infinite firepower potions for himself.

"Snape is sleeping, Quirrell is in the kitchen, good, good, let's start the zero-dollar shopping!" Ian first confirmed the location of the dangerous people in the quiet corridor. He didn't want to get Snape's precious materials for free, but Snape criticized and mocked his payment behavior last time.

In order to avoid being mocked by his good uncle as a foolish smartass, Ian could only save his gold galleons with tears, and every time he had to take some other materials to confuse the audience.

This was something that had to be done, and it would indeed make Snape less vigilant. Otherwise, how could it be said that Snape was teaching by example? Ian had observed that there were definitely more people in Hogwarts who would steal Snape's materials than just him and the twins. Those seventh-year students were all repeat offenders.

"I just took a little more than others." After putting away his Marauder's Map, Ian began to stroll around. He even had the mind to ask the portraits about Gryffindor.

"He was chased by a dog and no one knew where he ran to." The portraits were happy to tell the founder's experience and vividly described to Ian the wonderful scenes of the afternoon.

"As expected of the founder, he is extremely agile. He can run all over Hogwarts without getting bitten." Ian listened with great interest, but he was also a little confused. If his vicious dog chased Gryffindor and found the treasure house, it should come back to lead him the way.

How did the portrait of Gryffindor find a way to get rid of the vicious dog it had painted?
That should probably be the case.

After realizing this, Ian became unwilling again.

"I have to find a way to lure him out again. Then the next time I see him, I will just draw a few Transformers to chase him. I don't believe that he can handle the Transformers with just a portrait."

Ian made up his mind.

Ms. Ravenclaw's evaluation of him obviously underestimated him.

He would not send out a bunch of vicious dogs.

If Ian's magic painting skills were not high enough to show any charm, the creature he wanted to draw at the beginning as the creature chasing Gryffindor's portrait would be Cthulhu.

"That's because you don't work hard in normal times! When you encounter problems, you lack the means to deal with them!" Ian warned himself in his heart and quickly ran to Snape's office not far away.

Otherwise, why do people say that thieves are always refreshing here?

As soon as Ian walked in, he saw a sneaky figure shopping at zero dollar store.

"Everything is forgotten!"

Because Ian pushed open the door of the dim office directly, this alarmed the criminal who arrived before him. The criminal turned around and cast a spell directly.

Crisp and neat.

Without any hesitation or delay.

"..."

Ian suddenly squatted down to avoid the curse. His fluorescent wand flashed and illuminated the entire office, and also dazzled the evil wizard who was about to continue casting magic.

The young wizard who was already in the room subconsciously raised his hands to block his eyes. The illumination magic, which was comparable to a flash bomb, had the effect of interrupting the young wizard's spell.

"Aurora, it's wrong to attack your friends." Ian didn't immediately offer the other party a touch of fire in winter because he had a pretty good night vision and could see the sneaky thief clearly.

"Ah? Ian! Why...why is it you?"

When Ian turned down the brightness of the fluorescent light, Aurora saw clearly the person standing at the door, and the little German girl suddenly felt at a loss.

Leng Baishen's little face suddenly turned as red as a monkey's butt.

With a feeling of fear.

"I'm sorry, Ian, I thought it was Professor Snape." It was hard to imagine that the little wizard who was apologizing in a panic tone was actually planning to cast a forgetfulness spell on a professor.

She even took it as a reasonable motive to explain her behavior... This made Ian's eyelids twitch a few times, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should question it on behalf of his good uncle.

"Those little wizards in Slytherin have led you astray."

Ian sighed. "Huh?"

Aurora looked stunned after she put down her wand.

"Isn't this what you taught me? Last time you told me that I could find anything I needed in Snape's office, and you also told me that Snape's office had everything..."

The little girl's honest response made Ian feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm just introducing Professor Snape's magical office."

He began to quibble.

“You were just selling.”

Aurora was obviously not as easy to fool as Ian thought.

"What are you holding?"

Ian could only walk forward and change the subject. He looked at the pocket that Aurora opened and showed him. This pocket was much smaller than the empty sack in his hand.

"Ian, the situation just now was really dangerous." Aurora's face was full of guilt. She was obviously still feeling remorseful for almost attacking Ian just now.

"Maybe you should cast a Oblivion Charm on me while I'm not paying attention. If I can't avoid it, then it's my bad luck." She even made a suggestion that seemed very fair.

"Keep the account first. I like to earn interest." Ian didn't care too much about Aurora's sneak attack. In the Room of Requirement, he not only practiced magic but also practiced how to avoid magic.

"Vulture bile from Sri Lanka, summer grass from Burlok, half-ear grass buds, ferret heart tendons, stalactites from Iceland, and salamander serum..."

Ian used his wand, which had been adjusted to a faint light, to approach Aurora's bag and identified the herbs inside. "Hiss, who are you going to use the truth serum against?"

This is definitely second only to his operation of brewing aphrodisiac.

"My grandfather."

Aurora blinked and closed the bag again. She lowered her voice and answered honestly, which directly explained who was the bravest person in Hogwarts.

"?????"

Ian's expressions are brilliant.

He thought he was invincible and daring.

I didn’t expect that there would be such a talented person among this year’s freshmen!
"I'm like a newborn egg in front of you..." Ian made a heartfelt evaluation. Aurora tilted her head and was about to say something else.

suddenly.

"Click~"

The door handle suddenly turned. Aurora raised her wand and pointed it towards the door. Ian immediately pressed it down for her and cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and Aurora.

All in all.

With the in-depth study of magic, Ian was able to perform many magic spells that were not too difficult and required high proficiency without chanting any incantations.

The moment the door was opened.

A large number of transparent holes first appeared on Ian and Aurora's bodies, and those holes continued to spread like water stains. The two people then disappeared into thin air like ice flakes under the scorching sun.

Inside the office.

Their bodies entered a state of concealment.

The person who walked into the office had no idea that there were two people in the office before. He carefully stuck his head in and observed the situation in the office first, then squeezed in through the crack in the door with extreme caution, and then closed the door very quietly as if he was afraid of being discovered.

"Muggle Studies professor?"

Aurora recognized the person in her mind with surprise.

Ian had a strange expression on his face.

Are there so many people visiting Snape's office every night?
It shouldn’t be!

How much wealth does one need to be able to withstand such a waste!

"Eagle's eyes, snake's nerves..." The thin Quirrell looked weak even when there was no one else around. He tiptoed into Snape's office and committed theft - seeing this guy stealing several materials and then opening the door and leaving, Ian stopped Aurora from following him out of curiosity.

"We have to be careful. This professor doesn't look like a good person." Ian's words were recognized by Aurora. After all, how could a thief be considered a good person?

As for her and Ian... they weren't good people to begin with.

"This guy didn't even go back to his dormitory." Ian observed Quirrell's whereabouts through the Marauder's Map. He saw Quirrell walk into an extremely remote and unused classroom.

"Are we going to catch him? And then say that he stole everything." Aurora was dumbfounded as she looked at the materials that were swept away by Ian and packed into sacks.

She found that she still underestimated Ian's operation.

"He won't admit it."

Ian shrunk the sack and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"Then let's go on and on without any evidence?"

Aurora held up her wand, looking eager to try.

"Not so good?"

Ian hesitated. "It is wrong to attack our professor in Hogwarts Castle, and I suspect he has joined some very difficult evil forces."

He felt that as long as they were not noseless, dealing with one or two Death Eaters would not be a difficult task. Quirrell's behavior just now had fully demonstrated that Quirrell had become a traitor. The materials the other party had were key materials for the casting of many black magics. The most important thing was that this guy still smelled of blood.

"My grandfather's saints now listen to me."

Aurora blinked.

The meaning of these concise and clear words is self-evident.

"Let's see what he's up to first!" Ian didn't want Quirrell to do anything that would disrupt his peaceful studies, but he obviously had more things to worry about than Aurora.

Look at the signs on the map.

Ian took Aurora and slowly approached the empty classroom where Quirrell was - the two of them still maintained the Disillusionment Charm, and Ian also cleared away the things around that might make any noises due to accidental touches. They stood outside the window and looked inside, and Quirrell was indeed performing dark magic as Ian expected.

He did not return to his dormitory, probably because he was worried about leaving traces of black magic in his dormitory. In the middle of the classroom, there was an empty basin filled with blood. Quirrell was performing ritual magic using the stolen materials, and he was chanting obscure spells.

Seeing the blood in the basin bubbling like boiling water and finally gathering into a hideous face, Quirrell immediately knelt on the ground and spoke in fear and trepidation.

"Master~"

His voice was full of flattery.

"Is the stuff still there?"

The face made of blood and water made a hoarse sound.

"I've been to that room, and your treasure is not there." Quirrell answered in a trembling voice, his tone tense, his eyes constantly glancing around.

Perhaps he was worried that Dumbledore, who had left school, would suddenly come back - I can only say that this guy was obviously worrying too much, he certainly didn't know that Dumbledore had fallen in love with avoiding work.

"it is as expected!"

The face made of blood was surging fiercely, and it could be seen that the person on the other end was very angry. "I had a premonition when that jerk Affrison Carlo disappeared without sending any news. I didn't expect that someone could actually find what I hid. The damn jerk didn't even find out who took it!"

It's not loud.

But this is obviously because of Qi Luo's setting of "volume".

The guy on the other end was literally roaring.

"Master, I...I...I have completed what you asked me to do. Can I return to you now and continue to serve you as your loyal servant?"

Quirrell fell to the ground and begged.

"You also need to help me find who stole my things." The face made of blood did not agree with Quirrell. He just gave orders to Quirrell in an extremely cold tone.

This made Quirrell's entire body tremble uncontrollably.

"I'm afraid, Master. I'm afraid that Dumbledore might find out about my situation. He made me feel something was wrong today. I even suspect that he has discovered the connection between you and me."

Qi Luo's tone was tearful, and full of fear and terror.

"Don't worry, our great Dumbledore is not as smart as you think. His enemies will soon make him overwhelmed. All you need to do is seize the opportunity to find the thief for me."

Voldemort's low and hoarse voice sounded a bit like gnashing of teeth.

"I am just a professor who teaches Muggle Studies. This is an elective course, so I don't get to meet... meet too many people. I am not that familiar with other professors."

"Maybe... maybe Dumbledore took your things." Quirrell tried his best to convince the person on the other side. He was obviously really unwilling to stay in Hogwarts.

Can also understand.

He was a Hogwarts traitor after all.

"Then find a way to get Dumbledore to transfer you to another position...Defense Against the Dark Arts is a good choice." The Dark Lord was obviously still upset about his application being rejected that year.

Perhaps he hoped that his servant could become the professor of this course, so as to prove some of the worthiness and unworthiness that he had always been thinking about. Dumbledore's insult to him in the past did indeed make him care a lot.

"But, but this course is currently being taught by Gilderoy Lockhart." Quirrell wanted to refuse, but he found that the bloody face in the basin was staring at him with a grim expression.

"Then kill him!"

The Dark Lord's tone was full of disdain.

"You are just a clown who is trying to attract attention. Don't forget that you are also a wizard who graduated from Ravenclaw. This is the best opportunity to prove whether you are good enough."

"Kill that guy, replace him, and complete the mission I gave you!"

A hoarse and deep voice echoed in the classroom.

Ian and Aurora were lying on the window outside the classroom and could hear it clearly.

"Okay... Master... For you."

After about a few minutes, Quirrell finally seemed to have made up his mind. He lay on the ground and responded to the Dark Lord linked to the surging blood in the basin.

this moment.

Ian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

he knows.

The peaceful days will return soon.

He and Aurora didn't even need to do anything.

(End of this chapter)