Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 112 111: A magic potion that lives up to its name!

In the corridor of Hogwarts Castle.

The sunshine in winter is not very warm.

It shone into the corridor floor from outside the castle window, casting mottled light and shadows between the stone bricks, but it could not dispel the white mist that condensed in the air when Ian breathed.

"I'm so worried that my soul mate turns out to be someone in the illusion..." Ian met many happy little wizards along the way, which formed a sharp contrast with his sighing little face.

Putting aside the powerful black magic, the magic that Ian is most looking forward to after coming to the magical world, besides Animagus Transfiguration, is naturally the Patronus Charm that runs through this magical world.

Previously, Ian still thought that he didn't have a soul mate because he was a time traveler. He had already thought about going to the Misty Land to catch one once he found relevant knowledge, as there were many small animals there. However, he never expected that the reality that was gradually becoming clearer would give him a blow.

True.

It's cool that a person's soul mate is a region of a world, but it's just pure tragedy that this world can hardly ever really coalesce.

Ian felt that his Patronus Charm might never reach the first level in his lifetime.

Name: Ian Prince

Occupation: Blood Warlock

Magic power: Level 8 (explosive transition)

Skill: [Wisdom Enlightenment [This skill cannot be upgraded]]

[Patronus Charm (Level 0) 49/50]

……

There was certainly a reason why Ian received Professor Flitwick's admiration.

The magic power level of level eight is far beyond most adult wizards, and the next level is the limit of human beings. This level of magic power is already the best among the best wizards. However, Ian can clearly feel the helplessness of such a powerful magic power in front of the mutant Patronus Charm.

"It's not that I can't do it, but according to Professor Flitwick's theory, the abnormal node of my Patronus Charm mutation is too outrageous. I guess even the ninth-level magic power can't bear such a burden." Ian couldn't even summon Dumbledore using a Spell of Invocation. How could he expect to successfully summon the Twilight Zone after his magic power was upgraded again?

Not to mention which one, the world or Dumbledore, needs to bear more magic power, just the distance between life and death, the burden that needs to be borne is definitely far greater than the distance between the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea.

"Even Merlin probably couldn't do it!"

Ian sighed helplessly and temporarily put aside his obsession with the Patronus Charm. No matter how worried he was, it could not change the fact that his magic could not be successfully performed.

"Let's go to class first and leave our worries for the evening." Ian trotted to another classroom. Their first-grade students had already entered the arduous stage of four classes a day.

There was a 40-minute break after the Charms class, followed by a Potions class where students would be criticized for being late. Aurora had already reserved a seat in Ravenclaw.

"Here, good stuff." Ian walked up and handed a bottle of potion to Aurora. He was happy to share treasures with his friends. This was the first batch of innovative potions he had brewed.

"what is this?"

Aurora stared at the gray liquid in the container with some curiosity.

"If you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, throw it out and hit the enemy. It can temporarily turn an ordinary wizard into a squib. It can also reduce the strength of a powerful wizard."

"I call it the Forbidden Magic Potion. The cost is okay, but the materials are a bit hard to find." Ian said happily. He developed another masterpiece potion after the Infinite Firepower Potion.

The ability to brew such a potion was naturally thanks to Mr. Morgan's aphrodisiac. Of course, Ian felt that his ability to draw inferences from one instance to another was also a major factor in the success.

It is very practical, but it's a pity that he can't apply for a patent for this potion.

"Can I help you find materials?"

Aurora put the potion into her robe. She hesitated for a moment, "Do you want truth serum? I'll give you a few bottles after I make it."

"Legitimate telepathy is much more useful than truth serum. I am a master of Legilimency." Ian started to brag wildly. Most boys do this in front of their friends.

"Then you go and help me with Legilimency about my grandfather?"

Aurora spoke expectantly.

Ian was silent.

"I'm not actually that level of a master..."

He quickly changed the subject.

Soon, Snape, who had been absent from classes for several days, still calculated the time and came to the classroom.

He was a little absent-minded during the class, and would look out the window from time to time. Ian felt that his uncle must be worried that Quirrell would cause trouble in the castle.

"If he knew your grandfather was also at Hogwarts, he would definitely not be able to sleep well at night." Ian noticed Snape's increasingly dark circles under his eyes and whispered to Aurora.

"I remember your uncle was also a Death Eater." Aurora obviously already understood the interpersonal relationships within Hogwarts, and of course she knew something about Snape's past.

"There is competition among the Death Eaters themselves." Ian did not choose to expose Snape's identity as a double agent, nor did he always fail to maintain a proper sense of propriety.

"So, you have always cared about the Muggle Studies professor just to eliminate your uncle's competitors and push your uncle to the top?" Aurora's imagination was as rich as ever.

but.

Ian is also the type who doesn't want to be outdone. "A Death Eater who doesn't want to be the boss is not a good Death Eater. When Voldemort falls, I want to be the eldest nephew of the third generation Dark Lord."

"My good uncle loves black the most. He must be a good material for being the Dark Lord." Ian said it seriously. Anyway, he was secretly chatting, slacking off and bragging during class.

He just said it casually, but Aurora obviously took it seriously. She stared at Snape, who was teaching slowly at the podium, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Snape at the podium only noticed two people whispering to each other. After several eye warnings failed, he simply took advantage of the situation to deduct points from another young Ravenclaw wizard.

"Mr. Cherfu, you are not allowed to pick your nose during class. This is not the place for you to collect potion materials. You will be deducted a point from Ravenclaw for not paying attention."

His intimidation did not stop Ian and Aurora, but instead made the other young wizards feel sympathetic. They even dared not scratch their heads when they felt distressed during the lecture.

"Let's start practicing now. This is when the fools' true colors will be revealed." When Snape was brewing the potion, the people he cared about the most were no longer Ian and Aurora.

He hardly dared to leave the Slytherin area, because Singed and Ziggs, two talented young men, always came up with some strange innovations in every class. It was completely unknown what era their potion notebooks were from, and the simplest potion could be brewed into something as horrific as a terrorist attack.

"Bang~"

This is not.

Even though Snape was on guard every now and then, they still managed to cause a cloud of green smoke to burst out of the crucible when Snape looked away.

"Damn it! Who told you to add so much frog skins! Do you want us all to turn into frogs?" Snape's speed in releasing magic might have been trained by the little wizards in the Potions class.

It was still a safe bet.

The two young Slytherin wizards were kicked out of the Potions classroom directly - even after the Breaking Bad duo left, Snape still continued to vent his resentment and anger.

"The order is wrong! Idiot! Didn't you take notes just now?"

"What I want is green liquid. Are you color blind? I should let you drink this pot of blue stuff!"

"Damn it! Take your hands out! This is not the footbath water for you to soak your pig's trotters!"

……

The big bat is outputing like crazy.

While the young wizards were trembling with anxiety as they brewed potions, Ian saw Snape several times secretly taking out a Marauder's Map and glancing at it while patrolling the classroom.

I guess he was trying to determine where Quirrell was active in the castle.

"I bet he didn't pay us." Ian and Aurora's potion brewing went very smoothly, but he was caught by Snape several times when he tried to advance to a professional fire-maker.

This led to him being critical of Snape.

"He confiscated maps from several young wizards." Aurora helped Ian process the materials, secretly handed them to Ian, and told him what happened in Slytherin House.

"It's okay. You can comfort those people whose maps were confiscated and tell them that the second map is 20% off." Ian frantically stirred the potion in the crucible in front of him.

He also stirred the materials for Aurora who was processing them.

"He's already warned me not to sell contraband in Slytherin house... If I catch you helping that brat sell contraband again, I'll send you to Ravenclaw house." Aurora imitated Snape's tone and accent so vividly that even the voice seemed exactly the same.

This is probably the voice-changing technique that anyone who has practiced human body deformation can master.

"He's trying to scare you. There's no such thing as transferring hospitals in Hogwarts." Ian felt that his good uncle was blocking his way to wealth, but he didn't have any good strategies to deal with it. He couldn't secretly dig up his ancestors' graves and let them crawl out to give Snape a good lecture, right?
It’s so filial!

"I know. I sold two more in front of him, but he didn't transfer me to your college." Aurora poured the cut materials into two crucibles respectively.

"Did he take your map too?" Ian stopped stirring the crucible. It didn't matter if other maps were confiscated, but the map of Aurora didn't have any settings to hide Aurora's coordinates.

"Of course not. Snape was furious and wanted to punish me by giving me detention. But I had information that the saints had collected for me. After I showed it to him, he just turned around and left."

"Although he was still cursing, he didn't insist on punishing me." Aurora blinked at Ian and whispered with some emotion, "Ian, your method of threatening people is really useful. Snape seems to be worried that I will dig up the grave of Lily Evans."

Ian’s eyes widened at the words of the little German girl.

really.

The title of the most courageous king in Hogwarts really does not belong to Ian.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense. You learned bad things from the Slytherin students." Ian was a little worried that Snape would eventually take revenge on him.

No wonder Snape disliked both Aurora and him in this class.

"My grandfather said that you dug up the graves of Voldemort's entire family." Aurora poured the prepared potion into the container while tilting her head and looking calmly at the little wizard beside her.

"..."

Ian didn't expect Grindelwald to be such a big mouth.

"What do you do with those dry bones?"

Aurora asked curiously.

Ian was silent for a moment, looked at Snape who was not nearby, and then lowered his voice, "One of Voldemort's uncles is in your arms right now."

His answer left the German girl stunned for a long time.

immediately.

Aurora's eyes widened when she reacted. She took out the bottle of potion given by Ian in disbelief. The gray liquid inside really looked like soup made from dry bones.

"Is this okay?"

Aurora's knowledge of potions had obviously been challenged.

"I have discovered a big secret here, but I can't tell you yet." Ian lowered his voice so that Snape wouldn't hear. In his opinion, Snape had banned the infinite firepower potion. If what he was researching was leaked, wouldn't Snape directly cast a hundred forgetfulness spells on him?
If Snape really did that, Ian could actually fully understand it.

After all, what he discovered was about the origin of wizards. Yes, the origin of wizards. Ian finally realized what the main topic of Mr. Morgan's love potion formula was. It must be said that hiding such a topic in the love potion formula that symbolizes "fertility and reproduction" is really in line with Mr. Morgan's usual black humor style.

"A very dangerous secret? Just this bottle of potion?" Aurora frowned. She wanted to take out the anti-magic potion and shake it around, but Ian raised his hand and pressed it back.

"The anti-magic potion is for emergencies. We can't always count on Dumbledore and your grandfather to be completely careless and show up in time when we are in danger." Ian was actually worried about Voldemort. If he saw it correctly in the morning, Hagrid should have taken a Philosopher's Stone in addition to the Mirror of Erised to the headmaster's office.

If Voldemort was lured back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, as a descendant of the Grindelwald family, Ian felt that Aurora would be the first little wizard who would interest Voldemort.

Noseless Tom's favorite thing to study is some strange bloodlines.

"I have a way to save my life... If this thing will bring danger to you, I think it's better for you to hide it yourself." Aurora wanted to pass the anti-magic potion back to Ian from under the table.

"It itself won't bring me much danger, because without the potion formula and ritual that I know, even the potion master would not believe that there is still a direction for in-depth research." Ian took the forbidden magic potion and put his hand into Aurora's robe pocket.

"This thing has a special attack effect on Voldemort, and it is definitely much better than your life-saving method." Ian actually wanted to see Voldemort's reaction after being hit by this bottle of potion. Not Voldemort's facial expression, but Voldemort's reaction at the genetic level, which could verify some of his guesses from the side.

Speculations about dominant and recessive genes.

It is very likely that everyone has wizard blood, but after going through what Professor Morgan calls the underworld selection, the soul that has undergone the selection can convert the recessive gene into a dominant gene.

Of course, this is just an easier way of saying it. A more rigorous way of saying it is that humans are covered with a layer of "membrane", and when this "membrane" is removed, the magic power will be released.

Ian's anti-magic potion is to cover the wizard with this "membrane" again. It cannot last for too long, but for the blood relatives of the Muggle skeletons who extracted this "membrane", this "membrane" will be more compatible with the covered wizards, and will create a more serious magic shielding effect.

Ian has gradually become aware of this amazing field, but his conclusions cannot explain the birth of the duds, so there must be many things he has not realized.

"You seem quite sure that the Dark Lord will enter our school?"

Aurora ignored Ian and put his hand in her pocket to keep it warm. She was just curious about how Ian was so sure of a possibility that she had not predicted.

"I don't know Voldemort, but I know our headmaster..." Ian thought of the things Grindelwald took him to find, and of course he guessed the reason why Dumbledore had been disappearing frequently recently.

Both of Voldemort's Horcruxes are now with him. Fortunately, he can take the two Voldemorts on a long voyage tonight, so he doesn't have to worry about Voldemort finding out about this when he returns to school.

"I think you are trying to hide the fact that you are also a prophet." Aurora shook the last sealed bottle of potion and then handed one of them to Ian.

"Then you have to teach me how to turn my eyes white. Your grandfather performed it in front of me once. It was so cool." Ian raised his hand to indicate that he and Aurora had completed the preparation of the potion.

Seeing Snape coming over.

Aurora only glanced at Ian beside her and said nothing more. The quality of her potion and Ian's potion was similar this time, after all, they were brewed at the same time and the two of them worked together, but Snape just looked at her coldly, and then took the potion brewed by Ian as a standard and began to give it to other young wizards as a reference.

"Five points to Ravenclaw."

Snape didn't even make any comment on Aurora's potion - it was obvious that the [Evans Dance Warning] that Aurora had used in Slytherin House before was really lethal to him.

Aurora didn't care about Snape's attitude. After all, she knew that Snape never liked her, otherwise she wouldn't have used the [Evans Dance Warning] to treat Snape.

"Very good, there are only less than twenty more idiots in this class than I expected." After Snape checked everyone's potions, the little wizards who were finally able to relax filed out. When Ian looked back at the classroom, he found a scene that shocked him - Snape did not leave after class as he did before, but took out big locks and began to lock the material cabinets in the classroom.

"Who are you guarding against?"

Ian looked back every few steps, feeling depressed. He bet that if Snape could do such a thing with the ordinary materials in the classroom, he would definitely not be careless with the cabinets in the basement office - he might even use the same high-end locks as the library, which were so tough that even Ian's third-level unlocking spell could not deal with.

"It's all Quirrell's fault!" Ian put the blame on the Muggle studies professor. This was not unreasonable. Snape had never been so strict before Quirrell came back.

Not only did he not guard against Ian, he also did not guard against the other young wizards. The Potions professor might have problems with his teaching methods, but he did not stop the young wizards who were capable of stealing his materials - just like the ancient tradition of Hogwarts, not being caught meant tacit approval.

In fact, many professors still silently follow this tradition. For example, Snape is still using this tradition on Hagrid even after so many years of graduation.

Isn't this also a traditional legacy passed down from the Middle Ages?

"It's getting colder and colder. It's bound to snow soon."

"The portable stove is really useful and cheap. I bought eight of them and I put one on my butt when I sleep."

"I do, too, but I clamp it in the buttocks."

……

Seeing many little wizards along the way holding the Weasley twins' stove bottles in their hands, and thinking of his own unsaleable heated underwear, Ian's already unhappy mood became even worse.

He boasted that his alchemy skills were much better than the twins, but mainly because he believed the slander of his mean roommate, he lost a great opportunity to seize the Hogwarts winter market.

"Fortunately, the sales of the Marauder's Point map are good." This is probably the only psychological comfort Ian has left. The school market is still too small, and the number of wizard children is really too limited. If there are thousands or tens of thousands of new students coming to school every year, Ian thinks he can make a fortune just by selling the normal version of the map.

He could even use his good relationship with Dumbledore to open a small shop directly in Hogwarts Castle. Anyone who knows about it knows that this is even more profitable than opening a shop in Diagon Alley.

"Eat dry food. Only eating dry food can relieve worries." The dinner was as sumptuous as usual, and there were even more innovative dishes. Ian even saw the ginseng chicken soup that he had proposed.

"Bah! They used turkey!"

The craftsmanship of the house-elves obviously needed some improvement. Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts to attend the dinner, which was rare. He wore a purple robe and chatted and laughed with the professors around him.

of course.

Professor Quirrell's smile was mostly forced. He couldn't even eat the food in front of him. His guilty look made even the young wizards sense that something was wrong with him.

"Are you okay? Professor Quirrell, you don't look well." Professor McGonagall was extremely concerned about the health of her colleague, but she suddenly put her hand on Quirrell's shoulder, causing a lot of water to spill from the cup in Quirrell's hand. Seeing Dumbledore looking over, he quickly stood up and left the hall, using the excuse of feeling unwell.

"Our Professor Quirrell must have contracted some disease outside." Dumbledore came to Quirrell's rescue, but his voice was full of meaning.

"I'll go see him with Madam Pomfrey later." Snape buried his head in his food. His rare behavior of taking the initiative to help others surprised Professor McGonagall.

"Severus, I leave this matter to you. You must help our Professor Quirrell." Dumbledore's instructions to Snape seemed to have a hidden meaning.

not far away.

Ian, who was sitting in the student seat, "eavesdropped" on the conversation between the professors. He found that after Dumbledore finished speaking, he turned his head and smiled and blinked in his direction.

"What about this impossible-to-detect eavesdropping spell? The author from the restricted section is bragging again!" Ian finished a large bowl of turkey soup to cover up his embarrassment.

It tastes very bad.

But it should still be nutritious, after all, it contains ginseng. Ian chewed the chicken in his mouth, and heard a group of professors concerned about Dumbledore's stolen things.

Dumbledore's trespassing into Gringotts had not been exposed before, and after the Ministry of Magic could no longer fool people about the robbery, it somehow turned into a story that Dumbledore's things were stolen.

Gringotts even made a very sincere compensation to Dumbledore... It can only be said that this is worthy of being a magical world, and the fact that such a magical thing could happen really broadened Ian's horizons.

"He said that just to let me see that a white wizard like him also has a sinister side. I think he is clearly using facts to teach me what power and authority are."

"Fortunately, I have no ambition, otherwise he would have trained me to be the fourth generation Dark Lord." After eating and drinking, Ian went to the library and did not return to the lounge until it was time to teach the young wizards.

"Please prove the Riemann hypothesis to me!"

After a night, the bronze eagle not only had no intention of letting Ian go, but became even more aggressive. It vividly demonstrated what it meant to be truly petty.

Fortunately, it was not late at night at this time, and there were many little wizards coming and going. Ian found a little wizard who was going out and squeezed in smoothly.

The Bronze Eagle Head was very unwilling, but he could do nothing about Ian.

"Ian, I want to learn the steak spell!"

As soon as you enter the lounge.

Ian saw Michael running towards him.

"What steak spell?"

He also thought Michael had discovered a secret about the elves.

"Today, a little wizard from Gryffindor seemed to have mispronounced a syllable when using the Levitation Charm, and he summoned a bison directly in the Gryffindor common room!"

"Oh my God! This is the magic we should really learn! We will have enough steak to eat for a lifetime!" Michael showed a longing expression.

"!!!!!!"

Ian had certainly heard of this kind of thing, but he had never expected that Gryffindor would have a replica. "Wait for me to research it. I've also been thinking about this for a long time."

"Didn't you ask that Gryffindor student?" Ian even wanted to go and ask in person, but he didn't expect Michael to sigh and give a disappointing response.

"He himself couldn't recreate the entire process. All the Gryffindor students are now in the common room pondering over this matter. It is said that even Professor McGonagall couldn't control this matter."

Michael's words made Ian sigh again about his bad luck.

"I can definitely figure it out, but definitely not tonight. Tonight I plan to teach you a curse that's not too dangerous." Ian's words immediately aroused Michael's interest.

"Ian is going to teach us the dark arts! Quick! Come on, everyone!"

Michael started to shout very hard.

Curses do fall within the scope of dark magic, but they are a type of dark magic that causes relatively minor harm. A small number of curses are learned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Of course, Michael's shouting could easily lead people to misunderstand that Ian was going to teach some Unforgivable Curses. Ravenclaw students were really the kind of students with a strong thirst for knowledge. When they heard about the Dark Arts, even the older students came over, and some of them kept saying the Imperius Curse.

"What I want to teach you is the Leg Locking Spell..."

Ian started today's small class amidst the disappointed sighs of a group of little wizards, and during the class he pretended to give extra points to several little wizards in a very role-playing manner.

Everyone liked this idea, after all, the reward system works everywhere. In the lively classroom, the little wizards quickly put their knowledge into practice.

There were sounds of bumps and stumbles one after another. Looking at the people who were practicing spells on their roommates or brothers and sisters, Ian felt that no one dared to teach these magic lunatics the Unforgivable Curses.

"Fortunately I know these guys well!"

Ian sighed.

The Leg-Locking Curse will lock the legs of the person who is cursed, making it impossible for him to walk normally. Although it will cause some inconvenience to the person who is cursed, it will not cause serious harm.

Accidentally falling and getting bruised and battered is probably the biggest hidden danger.

It’s not that no one can adapt to the feeling of having their legs locked. Ian saw his good roommate William wriggling on the ground like a slug, trying to pretend that he felt nothing.

"All curses end!"

Seeing that everyone had turned into slugs and were crawling on the ground, Ian took advantage of everyone's lack of knowledge and used the "Stop Curse" to break the continuous leg-locking curse on everyone.

There's nothing wrong with this anyway.

By the time everyone realizes that something is wrong in the future, Ian will have already honed his spell-stopping skills to the standard, and by then anyone who jumps out to question Ian will be able to slam back with facts.

"What kind of magic is this! So cool!"

"Oh my god! The little professor looks much more handsome than my brother when he casts spells!"

"The way he holds his wand is so cool!"

Amidst exclamations of “how awesome!”, Ian happily ended today’s small class. He did not choose to go back to the dormitory, but instead browsed through the books on the small bookshelf in the lounge.

Merlin

This is a biographical novel. There is not much real magic content in it, but the ups and downs of the plot make Ian feel a refreshing reading experience.

"Some people's lives are indeed more exciting than exciting novels." Ian was still reading the story with relish in front of the fireplace until everyone had returned to the dormitory to rest.

The firelight reflected on the surrounding silver-white walls, dyeing everything with a soft and warm golden color, making the entire lounge appear more cozy and comfortable.

Ian is waiting for someone.

Or waiting for a ghost.

As the night fell, the silver light sprinkled gently. Under the caress of the moonlight, the Ravenclaw lounge seemed particularly peaceful and mysterious. The warm fireplace protected Ian from the severe cold outside. Sitting on the sofa next to the fireplace, he could clearly feel the warmth rising from the soles of his feet and gradually spreading to his whole body.

There must be some magic in the fireplace that makes it comparable to a large six-horsepower air conditioner, and a truly energy-efficient one at that.

"Morgan...and King Arthur..." Ian's whispers echoed softly in the lounge, carrying with them an inexplicable sigh and inexplicable emotion.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When midnight comes.

Helena Ravenclaw arrived as promised. She was probably not used to this kind of quiet feeling. When she passed through the wall and floated into the lounge, she looked around like a guilty thief.

"I never thought that I would come to see a little wizard, or a little boy wizard at that, in the middle of the night." Helena Ravenclaw saw Ian sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.

Ian also looked up at her.

"Does this make you feel guilty?"

Ian spoke in a teasing tone.

"To be honest, a little bit."

Helena Ravenclaw's answer was also very honest. "If my mother hadn't asked me to do this, I would never have done such a thing. I have always been educated in a very traditional way."

It is true that she is a love-brained person, but she also has strict family education, which is actually the reason why most love-brained people are born.

"We still have a lot of time. Maybe you should say goodbye to your friends over the years. It doesn't matter as long as you don't mention me."

The firelight from the fireplace illuminated Ian's face, and he spoke softly.

"I don't think I should cause you any trouble." Helena Ravenclaw floated in front of Ian. The wood in the fireplace burned very vigorously, making crackling sounds from time to time.

"And if you can really... really do something incredible like I imagined, I think they and I will meet again."

Helena Ravenclaw looked at the table in front of Ian, on which there was only a book. "Little Ian, what do we need to do? Perform a magical ritual to send me into that land?"

Her voice was filled with trepidation and nervousness, as well as undisguised doubt and confusion. After all, if a magic ritual was to be performed, there was really a lot missing here.

The procedures for most ritual magic are very complicated. In addition to the magical power and skills required of the host of the ritual magic, the more powerful the ritual magic, the more things are required.

Helena Ravenclaw had never heard of magic like sending a ghost into another world, but she was also sure that a lot of preparations would be needed.

"Ritual magic can't do that."

Ian shook his head.

His words made Helena Ravenclaw even more confused.

"Tonight, you have to call me Little Merlin." Ian stood up, walked forward, and extended his hand to Helena Ravenclaw while she looked a little stunned.

"What do you mean?"

Helena Ravenclaw spoke curiously, and hesitantly held out her pale hand. Her hand had a somewhat transparent texture, but Ian held it firmly.

"What I mean is that I'm going to take you sailing tonight." Ian rummaged around on his body with his other hand. He was well prepared and took out a piece of cloth and tied his hand with Helena Ravenclaw's hand.

"What are you doing?"

Helena Ravenclaw watched what was happening in some amazement.

"We'll know soon, won't we?" Ian smiled lightly, took out a small bottle of potion, and drank it in one gulp under the gaze of Helena Ravenclaw.

"Is that the love potion you brewed in the Come and Go Room?"

Faced with this inquiry.

Ian didn't get a chance to answer.

Because he showed the confused Helena Ravenclaw how to fall asleep right there.

"This……"

Helena Ravenclaw opened her eyes wide and was about to say something, but then she felt the scene around her begin to blur, as if some unusually clear boundary had been crossed in an instant.

Water of life and death.

Living Hell Potion.

In Ian's hands tonight, it truly carries a ghost...across life and death.

(End of this chapter)