Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 111: 110: Like a dream! A hazy illusion!

After a heavy rain at night, the sky seemed to be thoroughly washed in the morning of the next day, showing an unprecedented clarity and brightness. The sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon, and the golden light penetrated the mist, covering the earth with a soft and warm glow.

In the rather boring flying class in the morning, Ian could still smell the fresh scent of soil and flowers in the air, which was the unique fragrance in the air after the rain. Although Madam Hooch finally let up a little on the flying altitude, Ian, who had already experienced speed and passion, was not very excited.

He just watched silently as Aurora earned five points for Slytherin, while he himself completed the flying skills that Madam Hooch was going to teach him today.

As for extra points for the academy, having other young Ravenclaw wizards is enough. Compared with most people in Slytherin, the young Ravenclaw wizards learn very fast indeed.

"Did you see Rebecca finally fly? I'm so happy for her." Michael's attention was always on the little black girl from Slytherin. Although his learning progress was not affected, his flying skills were obviously not as good as William's, who had a family background in flying.

"My friend, you are quite suitable for Quidditch." Ian had to give William a thumbs up. The green-haired boy even demonstrated a "traitorous ballistic" movement method that made Madam Hooch a little scared. The whole person could make unpredictable and weird turns up and down, left and right in the air.

Madam Hooch said that flying like this was very dangerous, but William secretly told Ian that this way of flying was very effective in avoiding spells, and it was the main reason why he and his father were able to be born safely.

"I still prefer flying cloaks." Ian has actually mastered the craft of making flying cloaks. The problem that bothers him is that there are no cloaks for sale in Hogwarts.

"I have a lot of invisibility cloaks at home. If you need them, I'll ask my mother to mail some to me." William immediately stepped forward to help Ian out. Because of his timid nature, he didn't dare to talk to Aurora, so the person he always showed his courtesy to was Ian.

In his words, this is definitely more useful than going to Aurora to flatter her. It can only be said that the wisdom of Ravenclaw students is indeed much more advanced than many of their peers.

"A lot of invisibility cloaks? I thought you said your family was poor."

Ian looked at his roommate in surprise. You know, the production of each invisibility cloak requires more than one invisibility beast. Invisibility beasts can be found in the Far East, but they are very rare and each one is very expensive. Because it can become invisible when threatened, only wizards who are good at catching it can see it.

"We have the skills to make invisibility cloaks, but my grandfather doesn't allow us to make a living with this skill. My mother also agrees that a poor life is good for our safety." William whispered in response beside Ian. He was also a little helpless, but in fact this lifestyle was indeed the most suitable for their family.

Regardless of his family background as a traitor in the wizarding world or his mother's background in the Muggle world, it was obvious that neither of them could withstand the attention and research of others.

"If possible, one will be enough. I want to study its production method." Ian was very curious about the famous invisibility cloak in the wizarding world. Although it was not one of the three holy artifacts inherited by Harry Potter's family, as a monopoly industry, its production technology was also something that was very difficult to access.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask my mother to send me one, and also our family's alchemy book." William responded without hesitation, which was indeed a bit too polite.

"It would be great if you could become invisible while flying in the sky." Michael made a very good suggestion, which made Ian think deeply.

This would involve more complex alchemical compatibility techniques, and like compound magic, it is definitely not a one-plus-one difficulty. However, if it could be achieved, it would be a great artifact.

"It must be invisible only when I want to be invisible. It would be best if the cloak could glow when I don't want to be invisible." Ian still hasn't forgotten his original intention of making a flying cloak.

A flying lesson goes by quickly.

Because there was a Quidditch match to be held in the morning, the venue was cleaned up by Madam Hooch after this class, and the young wizards did not choose to return to the castle for lunch.

After all, it was just after ten o'clock.

Starting from this week, the young wizards will have two classes every day in the morning and afternoon respectively. When there is a Quidditch match, the school will also humanely clear the class schedule for the young wizards.

Everyone is looking forward to today's match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. As long as Slytherin does not participate, the outcome of the other Hogwarts houses in this sport will still be very suspenseful.

Ian originally wanted to go to the library.

However, he was enthusiastically retained by several familiar young wizards. Not only William and Michael, but even young wizards like Qiu Zhang had great enthusiasm and interest in Quidditch.

After all, it is a national sport in the wizarding world.

Qiu Zhang's enthusiasm is even higher than that of other young wizards. She performs extremely well in flying classes, and Madam Hooch can get an extra point for Ravenclaw in almost every class.

"You will definitely become a Ravenclaw Quidditch player." Madam Hooch had a high opinion of Qiu Zhang, and Ian knew that Madam Hooch's judgment would indeed come true in the future.

Qiu Zhang was happy for the whole class because of Mrs. Huo Qi's praise.

"I also think you can become a seeker. Remember to treat us to some dragon meat when the time comes." Ian made the excited promise to Qiu Zhang without him noticing while Qiu Zhang was happy.

He fully demonstrated the scheming of an underage "prophet".

The little wizards were completely defenseless.

Ian, who had booked a dragon meat dinner in advance, was also in a good mood. He was surrounded by a group of chattering little wizards and came to the viewing area. Aurora, who was not far away, was also among a group of Slytherin little wizards. Her expression was as helpless as Ian's, and both of them didn't seem to be very interested in Quidditch.

among the crowd.

Ian felt out of place with the other excited people. Almost all the students in the school had come to the stadium, and many people sitting in the back even had binoculars in their hands. Although the total number of people in Hogwarts was limited, only a few hundred people, everyone still filled the stands.

The students of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were mixed together, only the maverick Slytherin was huddled together with an arrogant look on his face.

"It's Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw! It's going to be interesting to see the two teams fighting!"

"It's obviously Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff."

"I only care whether the Gryffindor twins have opened the market. I almost lost all my money. Now I just hope to get my money back and succeed in turning things around."

……

The students in the stands were very lively. Ian also saw Senior Penelope and some senior wizards holding up a Ravenclaw victory banner and cheering loudly towards the locker room.

It was hard to imagine that the usually quiet seniors had such a wild side. Hufflepuffs were not to be outdone, and their banner even had a cheering wolverine.

Some young wizards also made their own flags.

"Hiss, why is there a Dumbledore pattern on your flag?"

Ian felt that the flag in William's hand looked like it was made from underwear. Of course, this was much better than the little wizard who simply added an eagle pattern to his sister's underwear and held it in the air, and then was chased around the stadium and beaten by his sister - at least no one would want to beat him except Dumbledore.

"Here they come! They're coming!"

"Come on! Cedric! You are our God!"

"Ravenclaw must win!"

As the players from the two academies filed out of the locker room, shouts and cheers rang out across the stadium, and Ian felt somewhat infected by the atmosphere.

Although there were only a few hundred students, they shouted with the momentum of the World Cup. The players also held their heads high and accepted the encouragement from their respective colleges like real stars.

The person who interested Ian the most in the Hufflepuff team should be the player walking in front of the Hufflepuff team, the boy with well-groomed short brown hair.

He has clear and soft facial features, a straight nose, and an elegant chin line. He is an excellent, stubborn and righteous student. He is definitely a star-level figure with great charm and talent.

Cedric Diggory.

Even in other colleges, there are people who cheer for him. He is not only humble but also has a strong sense of justice and chivalry. Well, the chivalry here is not the same as the will-o'-the-wisp spirit. In the original book, Cedric has all the qualities that a hero should have, but he lacks the indomitable fate of a hero.

It's very regrettable.

You haven't even left the Novice Village yet, but you have to face a big boss like Voldemort. This is probably like asking someone to compete with Liu Xiang before he even learns to walk.

"I boiled Old Tom's bones into soup. I must have accumulated countless merits in the dark." Ian's gaze seemed to make Cedric aware of something.

After he looked over, he waved and smiled at Ian enthusiastically, just like he was treating a fan. Perhaps he didn't consider whether such behavior would make Ian be regarded as a traitor in Ravenclaw College and be despised. Ian thought that maybe he should go back and pick up a few bones from Old Tom.

"call out!"

Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and more than a dozen flying brooms rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. Amid the fierce shouts, the students in charge of the explanation also began their work.

"The Quaffle fell into the hands of the Hufflepuff team first. The Ravenclaw team was just a little bit slower, which directly led to them falling into a passive situation at the beginning!"

"The Ravenclaw team launched an attack, but the Hufflepuff players dodged it. It was a great goal. Hufflepuff is currently leading 10:0!"

"Let's see, oh my god, the Ravenclaw player on the Seeker side did a Wronski feint! The Hufflepuff Seeker almost got the Infirmary Package!"

……

The game was indeed thrilling.

Ian was referring to the scene where two Seekers dived rapidly towards the ground, and then one of them stopped diving and suddenly changed direction. He bet that the Hufflepuff Seeker who was shaken was definitely no more than 20 centimeters above the grass - this is a sport that can really cost lives.

The stadium seemed like a battlefield.

The fragile Cedric Diggory was nearly killed by his classmate in advance.

"Oh my God!"

Ian saw that the professors in the professor seats had all stood up, and Professor McGonagall always held her wand in her hand. Her extremely serious expression formed a sharp contrast with the screams and shouts of the little wizards.

The game continues.

However, after looking at the teachers' seats once, Ian's eyes never returned to the court again. He found Professor Cat's wand, which was always raised, and his ever-changing expression quite interesting.

not only that.

Another scene was far more exciting than the ongoing game - Quirrell, dressed in plain clothes, was also participating in this Quidditch match in the teaching booth. However, unlike the other professors who watched the game carefully and were always alert to danger, he would glance at Gilderoy Grindelwald from time to time.

Gilderoy Grindelwald seemed unaware and was eating some pastry while paying close attention to the court. When he felt Ian's gaze, he raised the half-eaten food in his hand to Ian.

Ian looked away. As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. Quirrell's mind was on Gilderoy Grindelwald, and he obviously didn't notice that there was a big black bat behind him.

Snape, dressed in black, was very easy to identify in the crowd. He frowned and stared at Quirrell in front of him. It was no wonder that he was mistaken for a villain by the three saviors with his extremely gloomy face.

"My dear uncle, I'm afraid you don't know what kind of task Tom Noseless has given Quirrell." Ian took out a piece of paper and began to record this interesting scene.

He would practice his painting skills when he had time, and now he was almost at level five. This skill would occasionally increase his proficiency when making alchemy. After all, drawing some magic circuits could be considered another form of painting.

This is probably why, although Ian’s painting skills are considered good, his style is still not realistic. His attainments in abstract painting are getting further and further.

This is not.

Amid the noise, Ian drew a picture of you staring at him, and another of him staring at you. Since he didn't plan to spread it and just keep it for himself, Ian also filled in Voldemort's head on his painting. He captured the facial features of everyone, but he didn't want to restore the real character image.

It has some flavor of a masterpiece.

But it was still Picasso, and it was still a true Picasso at the peak of his powers. Ian did this on purpose. He wanted to draw a normal figure, and he could do it easily if he was a little familiar with it. However, he was more inclined to the abstract school. He really wanted to know if he could draw a truly spiritually polluted work if his painting skills reached level 10 and combined with magic.

"This is the complete form of Quirrell." Ian looked at Quirrell with satisfaction, on the back of whose head he had drawn a human face. On the other side, the fight on the court was gradually coming to an end.

"After the initial confusion, the Ravenclaw team began to exert their strength. They used almost perfect coordination and tactical adjustments to widen the score gap to 120:40!"

"Hufflepuff only scored a few goals in the beginning. They were completely trapped in the Ravenclaw team's calculations. The almost overwhelming advantage left the Hufflepuff team with no ability to fight back!"

"If nothing unexpected happens... Wait, oh my god, there's an accident! The Snitch! It's the Golden Snitch! Cedric Diggory has once again saved Hufflepuff in a heroic way!"

"He caught the Snitch! So beautiful! A Jedi counterattack! He is the savior of Hufflepuff!"

The game ended very suddenly.

There was a great cheer on the field, and countless Hufflepuff students rushed into the field to celebrate with the players this victory after a reversal of fortunes. The Ravenclaw players were beating their chests, and the young wizards also changed from being excited at the beginning to sighing.

Ian pretended to sigh, but his paintbrush did not stop. He felt that his painting lacked some artistic flavor, so he smeared out the face on the back of Quirrell's head in the painting.

"The most important thing about a painting is that it is artistic enough." After thinking for a while, Ian moved the human face onto Quirrell's butt, and the artistic atmosphere immediately emerged.

far away.

Just as Ian was marveling at his own masterpiece with the paintbrush in his mouth, enjoying what extraordinary characteristics would be awakened after his [Painting] skill reached level five.

Quirrell's attention was still on Gilderoy Grindelwald, but he felt his butt was a little itchy, and he couldn't help scratching it through his pants.

"The master said this morning that he would come to Hogwarts, and then I lost contact with him... Hey, this writer seems to like desserts very much, should I use the poison I prepared or not?" Quirrell, who was a traitor for the first time, was actually very conflicted at this moment. Anyone could probably see that he was distracted.

"Are you alright, Professor Quirrell?"

Snape's hand suddenly rested on Quirrell's shoulder from behind, startling Quirrell and causing him to shudder. He quickly turned his head to look at the black bat behind him.

"Maybe...maybe I didn't...sleep well last night."

The guilty Muggle studies professor couldn't help but stutter. This was not his disguise, but when he was thinking of Voldemort and was suddenly scared like this, he was really scared to death.

"If you can't sleep at night, I suggest you patrol the corridors more often... there are rats in the school." Snape looked at Quirrell's sweaty face and spoke in a low voice.

He paused for a long time before continuing in a slow voice, "I lost a lot of things last night, and I don't know which rat took them without telling me."

Snape's look made Quirrell nervous.

"I... I'm not sure... maybe... maybe I can keep an eye on it for you." In the winter temperature, sweat kept oozing from Quirrell's forehead. He hurriedly covered it up by saying that he had a rare disease. Snape didn't say anything, but just looked at him deeply and followed the students out of the stadium.

"It's really weird."

Quirrell looked at Snape's back with lingering fear, and there was some worry in his eyes. He was afraid that Snape would judge what kind of magic he had performed from the few ingredients he took away. He didn't understand, when did this damn Slytherin Dean even notice that a few ingredients were missing from his office?

……

In the auditorium.

Lunch begins.

The players were reflecting and reviewing what they had not done well enough, but what puzzled Ian was that none of the reflecting players and the little wizards who were discussing mentioned the unreasonable aspects of the Golden Snitch. It could only be said that the inertia of thinking was so terrifying.

"Quidditch is awesome! I must become a seeker in the future! If it were me just now, we would have won a long time ago, but our seeker is too slow!"

"It may have something to do with the broom. We just bought our Seeker broom not long ago, so he may not have enough time to get used to it." William and Michael both seemed a little unsatisfied.

Ian took the opportunity of the two people chatting to silently show off all the steaks in front of him. He burped, raised his hand, and a glass of lemonade with five lemons appeared.

This was the work of the house-elves hiding in the dark. Because he drank an unseasonable drink last night, he had already discussed with the house-elves about the free and unlimited supply of drinks.

"I love house elves."

After lunch, Ian returned to the Room of Requirement to adjust the complicated potion he was brewing, and poured some of the waste left over from processing the materials and his own garbage into the Dementor's mouth.

The Dementor's mouth, which seems to be connected to an unknown space, is really useful. At least when it comes to dealing with waste and garbage, it is like having an infinitely large processing plant.

"Eat, eat quickly, eat it all." Ian held down the Dementor that was trying to escape, then pried open its mouth and dumped all the garbage into it - although the Dementor was struggling, Ian firmly believed that what the book said was right, that Dementors had no sense of taste, and that he was just born timid.

"Don't spit it out."

Ian watched the Dementor stuff both of its hands into its O-shaped mouth and gave it a gentle reminder. The Dementor immediately took its hands out. This was what Ian liked most about this Dementor. It was more obedient than a puppy and would never make the same mistake twice after being taught once.

"I...I want...to go...back..." The Dementor had very poor command of human language, and after talking for a long time, it was unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Be obedient. If you don't go back to the cage, you can stay here and help me watch the fire."

Ian added some more herbs needed into the crucible. After instructing the Dementors on precautions, he continued to comprehend the alchemy process of the Room of Requirement.

"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"

Several huge crucibles were bubbling.

The Dementors kept the fire burning silently.

It has no eyes.

But I always feel a little wet in my eyes.

"What a wonderful alchemy technique. Time flies so fast." Ian studied until the afternoon spells class was about to start, then he hurriedly ran from the Room of Requirement to the spells classroom.

The first-year basic courses were already a piece of cake for him. Not only did he know this, but Ravenclaw's Head of House, Filius Flitwick, was also obviously very clear about this.

A whole class.

Filius Flitwick would take every opportunity to ask Ian questions and have him perform some magic demonstrations, taking the opportunity to slack off while also grabbing points for Ravenclaw.

Who says the deans don’t have ulterior motives?
This is obviously the little thought that belongs only to Filius Flitwick.

Compared to Professor McGonagall, who seemed a little cautious due to historical legacy, and Snape, who liked to find fault, Filius Flitwick did not hide his preference for Ian, a Ravenclaw student. After all, compared to the student who turned the classroom into a thick cloud of smoke with a flick of his wand, Ian was really less of a worry.

He even supported Ian's after-school classes, because the young Ravenclaw wizards made rapid progress as a result, and it also reduced his teaching workload in the classroom.

"You will definitely become a master of magic, Mr. Prince. Because of your dedication and excellence, five points for Ravenclaw!" Before the get out of class ended, Filius Flitwick once again praised Ian's performance in class with practical actions. Perhaps the fact that Ravenclaw is now far ahead in the school score is also related to the head of Ravenclaw.

Most deans of colleges will favor some of their own colleges. Of course, the premise is that there are talented people in their own colleges who deserve favoritism. This is a little trick that the deans of the four colleges will have.

"I hope you can continue to practice the Flying Spell after you go back. This magic requires time to accumulate. Otherwise, it is easy to have a situation where it sometimes works and sometimes doesn't."

Along with the end of get out of class.

The little wizards filed out.

Ian deliberately stayed at the end of the team. He had some questions he wanted to ask his dean, which were about the Patronus that he had been struggling to practice successfully.

Maybe Grindelwald couldn't find the reason, but that doesn't mean other professors have no idea. The best person to ask for advice is the dueling master in front of him, except for the elusive Dumbledore. To be honest, in terms of analyzing the basics of magic, Dumbledore and Grindelwald may not be as good as Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick was a model of hard work.

Unlike Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and perhaps Ian, who are like "I saw it, I learned it, I can do it", talent is not that strong in Professor Flitwick.

"Is there anything else? Mr. Prince." Professor Flitwick packed up his things and climbed down from the podium, then saw Ian standing at the door.

He once again praised Ian from the bottom of his heart, "You are really skilled in the Flying Spell, but you should not try something like 'Dumbledore Flying Spell' again."

Professor Flitwick mentioned that when the young wizards were practicing, Ian had already completed the task he assigned him, so he heard Ian trying a creative idea in the corner.

"The Flying Spell cannot work on living things?"

Ian was actually quite bored at the time.

"In most cases, we only use the Spell on inanimate objects. In fact, this habit does not mean that we cannot cast this spell on living things, but the magical power required to cast spells on living things is extremely huge." Professor Flitwick patiently explained to Ian things that were not in the textbook.

"You already know that the farther the distance, the greater the burden. If you want to use it to summon our headmaster, you need to bear the burden of the Summoning Spell while possessing magical power far beyond that of Headmaster Dumbledore."

“This is…difficult to achieve.”

Professor Flitwick's words were indeed a little too euphemistic.

However, Ian was still very clear in his mind that it was indeed unlikely to happen. After all, in his opinion, Dumbledore and Grindelwald's magic power must have already reached the human limit of level 9.

"Thank you for your help, Professor Flitwick..." Ian didn't dwell on the advanced knowledge of the Flying Spell. He was more concerned about where his patronus had gone. "Actually, what I want to ask you for help is not this, but about the magic that I have been studying for a long time but can't get started."

God knows if I can't summon a patronus, I'll be regarded as a natural dark wizard.

"Hmm? What spell?"

Professor Flitwick seemed interested.

"Patronus Charm."

Ian's words left Professor Flitwick a little stunned.

"What spell did you say you were learning?"

His face was filled with confusion, and he even suspected that he had heard it wrongly. A first-year wizard came to ask him about the Patronus Charm, which was something he could never have imagined even in his dreams.

"Patronus Charm."

Ian repeated it honestly.

Professor Flitwick fell silent.

After a while.

"Is it the rumors about Dementors in the academy that have made you worry about your safety?" Professor Flitwick thought he had guessed why Ian wanted to learn such advanced magic.

"Professor, I'm not actually worried about Dementors. I'm just a little troubled by the fact that I can't give birth to a physical patronus." Ian sighed, his face full of depression.

"????"

Professor Flitwick originally thought that Ian only had a rough understanding of it, but he never thought... Tell me, what does it mean to be unable to give birth to a physical patronus?
You're just a freshman!
Well, Professor Flitwick obviously didn't have the same state of mind as Snape. He looked at Ian with a look full of doubt and quickly put down what he was holding and spoke.

"You can cast the Patronus Charm?"

He really felt his head buzzing with disbelief.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Ian took out his wand and cast the spell quickly and efficiently. His syllables and gestures were standard, and Professor Flitwick took a breath of cold air before the silver light even came on.

I saw.

In the bright classroom, a dazzling silver-white light burst out from the tip of the little wizard's wand, and then countless silver lights quickly spread throughout the classroom.

Suddenly, delicate ripples appeared in the air, like the faint light on the lake at dawn, and the ancient room was shrouded in a brilliant silver glow.

This light is like the mist under the early morning sun, hazy and mysterious. It gently brushes across every inch of space, dyeing every corner of the classroom with a silver luster. The tables, chairs, bookshelves, blackboards, and even the tiny dust floating in the air seem to be wrapped in soft silver light at this moment.

"Professor, you see, my magic release was successful, but I was not able to condense a physical patronus. An...elder told me that I was lacking a soul mate."

Ian thought that perhaps only by pooling everyone's wisdom could the answer to the problem be found.

"Due to my limited knowledge, I cannot evaluate your elder's theory. However, in my opinion, your Patronus Charm does seem to lack something crucial."

"There is nothing wrong with your spellcasting. It can even be said to be extremely amazing. You just didn't get the expected magical effect... I sensed some abnormal nodes in your magic."

Professor Flitwick stared at what was happening in front of him with his mouth wide open. In addition to being shocked and astonished, the dean's expression and tone became increasingly friendly.

His heart was trembling and excited.

Oh my god.

Such magnificent magic!
Is Ravenclaw going to have a Dumbledore too?
"Abnormal node?"

Ian was about to stop casting the Patronus Charm when Professor Flitwick raised his hand to stop him. He took out his wand to reinforce and seal the entire classroom before responding.

"The physical guardian angel you mentioned is related to this part. Every node of the magic operation should be linked to the corresponding mystery. This is why a syllable error can cause the magic to tilt in an unknown direction... There is nothing wrong with your casting, but something went wrong when your magic responded to you."

"Some people with special bloodlines or blood defects will encounter similar situations when casting magic. Any magic they cast may only produce the same effect."

"Explosions, freezing, and all kinds of weird things. We wizards still haven't found the reason for this." Professor Flitwick looked up at the increasingly dense silver mist, a little curious and a little confused. "Of course, the error in your Patronus Charm is the most amazing anomaly I have ever seen."

"In the error response of your magic, I saw some node information that only summoning spells have, but it does not belong to the Patronus Spell or any summoning spell that I know of."

"Can you still hold on, kid?" Professor Flitwick observed the changes around him while paying close attention to Ian's expression. The little wizard's magic soon filled the entire classroom.

The silver light cannot spread out.

It became increasingly dense and filled the classroom, a warm and soft substance that made the classroom pitch dark. Professor Flitwick had already moved close to Ian.

"What a terrifying magic power."

He looked at the little wizard whose face was still rosy, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart again, "If we can figure out what this mysterious node information represents, perhaps you can create a brand new magic, a magic that may be cast by others but may only be cast by you."

The little Professor Flitwick's voice was very excited.

"I really just want my patronus." Ian's magic power was not seriously weakened, he just felt helpless, and the magic wand that was constantly gushing out silver light trembled slightly at this moment. It was as if the output reached the limit and caused some changes in the magic, and countless silver threads began to weave together.

Without Ian's control or participation, these threads began to entwine and weave in an incredible way, like the most delicate weaver weaving the dream of the universe.

gradually.

A scene that made Ian's eyes widen slowly took shape in the interweaving of them - it was a scene of an ancient forest, with trees towering into the clouds, mottled sunlight shining through the branches and leaves, gurgling streams, and the fragrance of flowers.

Although everything was the unique silver color presented by the Patronus Charm, the details were clearly visible, as if it really existed somewhere unknown.

"It's just a projection of a forest? That shouldn't be the case..."

Professor Flitwick observed the changes in Silverlight. He frowned and pulled his beard tightly. His face, where the hair covered more area than the skin, had a very confused expression.

"you……"

Professor Flitwick was about to turn around and ask.

however.

He noticed that Ian, who was standing next to him, looked a little pale.

"Can't hold on any longer? Then stop now!"

Professor Flitwick immediately blocked Ian's spell, which was exactly what Ian was planning to do. The silver threads that created the vivid scene began to decompose and disappear.

The silver light faded.

All that remains is the lingering warmth in the air.

"It shouldn't be like this. You should summon something, not just present a projection..." At this time, Professor Flitwick seemed to have been touched upon by the blind spot of knowledge just like Grindelwald.

"how could this be!"

With a look of doubt and confusion on his face, Ian lay on the ground and began to gasp for breath - when those scenes were about to take shape, his magical burden was instantly raised to the limit.

In the scene woven by silver threads, every detail is portrayed vividly, from the gently swaying leaves to the spots of light dancing on the stream. These are things that Ian is very familiar with, especially beside the lake, where you can vaguely see a boy teaching a girl to practice sword.

This scene only belongs to the area that Ian would step into every once in a while - the blurred fantasy. Of course, its appearance was not the reason why Ian was suddenly overwhelmed.

"Summoning spell... Summoning spell..." Ian lay on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, not only because of his weak magic power, but also because he knew that Professor Flitwick was not wrong.

"Are you OK?"

Professor Flitwick noticed that Ian had been taking a long time to recover, so he hurried forward to check on Ian. "It's all my fault for wanting to satisfy my curiosity!"

He hit his head with some annoyance and guilt.

"I wanted to try it myself, I don't blame you..." Ian was helped to stand up, took the potion handed over by Professor Flitwick, drank two sips and gradually recovered a lot of physical strength. The weakness of magic power will still last for a while, and it is easy to lose control when releasing magic during this period.

"I will help you solve this problem, don't worry, it just takes some time." Professor Flitwick felt that he should give this good student some due compensation. He just took out a handmade wand leather bag from his waist, but Ian shook his head and didn't take it.

"Professor, I might be in the situation you described, with a blood defect!" Ian suddenly sighed, his attitude completely different from when he was eager to learn the Patronus Charm.

"what?"

Professor Flitwick was stunned.

"Sorry to interrupt your rest time."

Ian bowed deeply.

He really didn't want Professor Flitwick to delve further into the matter.

After all, as a spellcaster, he knew very well that it was not the projection of the hazy illusion that made him reach the limit of his magic power burden when he was in a dream just now.

Instead, the surrounding classrooms seemed to be replaced by that scene...

(End of this chapter)