Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 116: Close to the face and use your ultimate skill! The hissing in the underground passage!

Chapter 116: Close to the face and use your ultimate skill! The hissing in the underground passage!

Perhaps only Ian and Aurora, who looked over subconsciously, noticed Professor Lockhart's reaction. Several professors sitting next to Professor Lockhart did not realize that anything was wrong.

They all probably just thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's reaction was due to his inability to suppress his inner emotions, which was very consistent with everyone's usual view that Gilderoy Lockhart's character was superficial.

In fact, several professors were also stunned by the sudden news. They looked at each other, and their hearts were very excited, but they maintained a dignified and serious expression on the surface.

"quiet!"

Professor McGonagall even tried to get the little wizards to be quiet, but most of the little wizards in the auditorium were chattering, and her voice was drowned out by the twin brothers' loud reading of the script.

"Brothers and sisters, the world only knows that I, Gellert Grindelwald, once did something great. Its failure also made me a demon and executioner in the eyes of countless people."

"But is that really the case?"

"You have portrayed me as an unforgivable criminal, and you want to kill me as soon as possible. You sing praises of your victory every day, but you don't realize that I am fighting for you."

"I am such an excellent wizard, of course I can see things that you can't see. The old paths can no longer lead us forward. They have become shackles that bind us and imprison our thoughts in old conventions. What I did in the past was actually just to save all of us."

"Without breakthroughs and innovations, there will be no progress... This is a truth that even Muggles understand, but I think the long-term comfortable life has prevented too many wizards from seeing this."

"Look at the wizarding world today. Has it gotten better than it has in the past? Or has it gotten worse? I think anyone with independent thinking skills can see the truth."

"I am also a person with flesh and blood and emotions. Demonizing me cannot hide this fact, nor can it hide the fact that the increasing decline in the wizarding world is an unspeakable reality."

"I have already stood at the pinnacle of magic. I left all of you behind decades ago. With great power comes great responsibility, so I devoted myself to this cause back then."

"It was once my very glorious past, and I still don't think I need to bear any responsibility for it. After all, all I want is to make wizards great again!"

"Dictator? Dumbledore is the dictator!"

"I just lost because I'm not as insidious and cunning as him!"

"In the review of these years of imprisonment, I gradually figured out the relationship between Dumbledore and I. It is not just a simple enemy and a short friendship."

"Perhaps my failure was doomed from the very beginning."

"Perhaps it's hard for you to understand, but I think I lost because I valued feelings... Yes, we had true love, and I think that's why I failed."

"After all, love is the most powerful magic. Even if I start over again, I will still fail, because love will always defeat the person who is most deeply trapped."

"No, no, no, no, it's not the kind of love that comes from family affection, but admiration that has been exploited. He's British, don't you, a little reporter, understand what I mean?"

"My inference, no, my summary of the past is definitely reasonable... Believe me, I am Grindelwald, would I lie to you about such a thing?"

"Dumbledore took advantage of this. I have reviewed my life... no, my memories of my whole life. Obviously, I lost to Dumbledore who had already planned everything!"

"He is just a vile, vicious, evil British male succubus who seduced me!"

……

The two twin brothers almost climbed onto the dining table. Their passionate recitation was so moving that all the little wizards, both old and young, in the auditorium exclaimed in amazement.

There was no way, because the headlines of the Daily Prophet were too explosive, especially the last sentence that Dumbledore was an evil male succubus, which seemed full of resentment. This was the reason why the professors in the classroom had a hard time keeping their faces straight, and it even made Professor Lockhart perform his unique skill of spraying milk for more than ten meters in public.

Judging from the facial expression of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he was also extremely confused. He had not expected this scene. In the end, the powerful prophet was severely pinned to the ground by the Daily Prophet.

Destiny, who could have imagined this?

The integrity of the later years is lost!

Grindelwald and Dumbledore both lost their integrity in their later years! Look at the chattering of the young wizards. They don't doubt the credibility of the "news media" at all.

"Did Dumbledore really have a romantic relationship with Grindelwald?"

"Oh my God! I have to write a letter to tell my parents the news. No, they may know it earlier than me. After all, my family has always subscribed to the Daily Prophet."

"Male succubus! It turns out that the Dumbledore family has male succubus bloodline! Miss Grindelwald! You must know the inside story! Can you tell us more details?"

"Hiss~ No wonder I think the scary and evil Ian Prince also has a special charm! I found the reason!"

……

Not only Aurora was harassed by the unexpected disaster, but even Ian, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, was frequently stared at by Gersha Selwyn and Daphne Greengrass who were exclaiming.

They have all agreed that Ian has Dumbledore blood.

Of course, Ian didn't know this yet. His eyes were fixed on the real Grindelwald in the teacher's seat. The extraordinary prophet disguised as a stupid writer seemed to be choking on the milk.

"Hiss~ I didn't expect that besides Headmaster Dumbledore, there is someone who can break Grindelwald's defense!"

once Upon a time.

When Ian first learned that Grindelwald had replaced Lockhart and became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, he was curious whether Nurmengard was already deserted.

He felt that the most perfect plan would be to have a saint impersonate Grindelwald and stay in Nurmengard to confuse the public. This would not only avoid causing a commotion, but would also confuse many observers.

Facts proved that Ian's guess was not wrong, but he did not expect that the impostor disguised as Grindelwald was not a saint. He seriously suspected that Grindelwald had replaced the real Lockhart.

"How dare Old G? That's Lockhart, who was willing to even kill himself just for his reputation!" Ian felt that his guess and inference was probably pretty close to the truth.

Otherwise, this report would never have been published in a British newspaper. And how could the Saints dare to discredit the boss they had followed for many years? They even made up a statement about love and succubus! I'm afraid only the imaginative writer Gilderoy Lockhart could make such a statement.

Between the lines of the article interview.

They all have Gilderoy Lockhart's style of attracting attention and sensationalism.

"What a mess of reports! Don't these newspapers have any other news to push?" The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor took a while to catch his breath.

While wiping the table in front of him with a handkerchief, he criticized in a speechless and annoyed tone, "The person who wrote this kind of report should be sent to the stake. He is simply slandering our principal... and the innocent parent of the student who is imprisoned in Austria."

This might have been a morning that Grindelwald had not expected.

"Grindelwald is not innocent, Professor Lockhart. That era is too far away from us, and you have always lived in England. You may not know what kind of dark wizard he is." Quirrell was also deeply shocked by the interview in the news, but he still responded to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in a low voice.

"..."

Grindelwald gave this traitor a deep look.

"I bet that what is reported is definitely not what Grindelwald said himself." The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts still insisted on defending himself to the professors around him.

"I know Dumbledore, the Daily Prophet is really sensational." Professor McGonagall didn't believe the report. Next to her sat the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Headmasters, who were mumbling to each other. They didn't comment on the news, but were discussing why Grindelwald suddenly showed up.

No one knows whether the news is fake or not.

But the smiling photo of Grindelwald in the newspaper couldn't be faked.

"Sorry, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I have to leave for a while." Gilderoy Grindelwald suddenly stood up, holding a crumpled newspaper tightly.

He walked hurriedly towards the door of the auditorium, not knowing whether he should hurry back to Austria... Grindelwald probably didn't expect Lockhart to add to the drama to this extent.

"Damn idiot! Is there something wrong with your brain?" When the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor passed by Ian, Ian could still hear his angry curses.

"Sorry, I don't know anything." Aurora saw her grandfather's slightly embarrassed back for the first time. After hesitating for a moment, she put down the food in her hand and followed him.

There was actually a hint of excitement on the little German girl's face, she didn't know if she really wanted to ask what Dumbledore and Grindelwald had to tell the story.

Or did he feel he had found something to hold against his grandfather?
Ian still couldn't quite understand the family that was full of filial piety.

"Everyone be quiet!"

This time, Professor McGonagall used magic to drown out the chattering of all the little wizards. She waved her wand and confiscated all the newspapers in the hall.

It’s not just the Daily Prophet.

The copy of Wizard and Muggle Express in Ian's hand was not spared either. After both Grindelwalds left, he was reading a report about a wildfire in Little Hangleton.

Since everyone was rushing to read the Daily Prophet, some newspapers were thrown onto the table by the subscribers. What caught Ian's attention was the photo in the newspaper.

Although the wildfire burned almost everything, Ian still recognized the place in the photo. It was Little Hangleton where he was taken by Grindelwald to get the Resurrection Stone ring.

Voldemort's hometown.

This was not pointed out in the news reports, which simply focused on the fact that the Muggle world could not even control a wildfire. The editor-in-chief of the newspaper analyzed various aspects of Britain's defense, military, technology, bureaucracy, people's livelihood, etc., and finally concluded that the country was not far from national destruction.

"There are talented people in the wizarding world, too."

After the newspaper was confiscated, Ian also admired the editor of the tabloid for his foresight. The young wizards around him continued to discuss the topic of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in a low voice after Professor McGonagall's warning.

He didn't dare to fit in.

Because he just felt that Grindelwald, who was unable to hold back, really wanted to send Quirrell to the stake. This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts might be more vengeful than Voldemort.

God knows whether Old Ge has left some eavesdropping equipment in the auditorium, and has written down all the little wizards and professors who have said bad things about him in a small notebook so that he can settle accounts with them one by one in the future.

"Ian, do you think our headmaster is really a male succubus? If that's the case, I understand why my grandmother is still obsessed with Dumbledore."

William tries to bring Ian into the discussion.

Ian lowered his head and continued to chew the meat. Facing the little wizards who were expecting him to express his opinions, he gave his answers almost without blinking.

"I think our Hogwarts has a long history and has graduated many wizards. I hope that next year we can import new useful wizard talents into society and reach a new high."

"Hogwarts' elite training route is not a failure. It's just that in the entire teaching arrangement and adjustment, more attention should be paid to improving the living standards and environmental awareness of young wizards."

The answer was irrelevant and irrelevant, and the little wizards who listened were more confused than each other.

"Are you still asleep? Or didn't you hear William's question?" Michael waved his hands in front of Ian's eyes, trying to confirm that Ian was not sleepwalking.

William also pressed Ian's shoulder.

"Wake up, Ian, it's big news, big news, I only like girls... Can I still be a saint?" He lowered his voice with a hint of worry in his tone. "I'm awake."

Ian turned his head and looked at his green-haired roommate. The boy who could print Dumbledore and a bunch of men on his underwear was actually telling him that he only liked girls and was afraid that he could not become a saint.

"Little professor, you have a lot of contact with Headmaster Dumbledore. Can you tell us what you think?" The Chocolate Frog Boy and several other little ones in the classroom came over.

"What! The indoor flying class is about to start! We can't be late!" Ian finally put a piece of beef in his mouth, and then jumped up under the startled and confused gaze of everyone.

His figure disappeared quickly.

It was like a boy who turned into the wind.

……

The young wizards were not late for the indoor flying class, nor did they see Ian who left the auditorium five minutes early. When the bell rang for class, Ian locked himself in the Room of Requirement.

He didn't write the news bulletin, and he wasn't the one being interviewed, so he didn't want to get involved and become the scapegoat for the two old men to vent their frustration and anger.

"Hogwarts is really dangerous!" Ian felt that Lockhart might be in danger. When he went upstairs, he secretly looked and saw that the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was frantically writing letters in the office.

Aurora was punished to stand in the corner of the office, looking dusty and dusty like a quail - it was not that Ian did not go to rescue his good friend, but he felt that Aurora should learn not to become a punching bag herself.

"I still feel safest staying with you." Ian hugged the Dementor that he had taken out of the cage, and pulled out some "hair" that looked like rags from the Dementor.

The well-behaved Dementor had learned not to breathe towards Ian, probably because he realized that breathing would be useless, and just stared blankly at Ian weaving his "hair" into a handkerchief.

"Could this really be the raw material for the invisibility cloak?" Not only had Ian never come into contact with the invisibility cloak among the three holy artifacts, he had never even touched an invisibility cloak made from the fur of invisible animals.

Of course, although he had never seen a real invisibility cloak, this did not affect Ian sitting in the middle of the classroom, chewing beef while studying the Dementor's "fur".

Such alchemical materials have never been recorded in many books, which means that Ian must understand its properties from scratch and know how many changes it will undergo under the influence of magic.

Only when he fully understood the properties of the material could Ian try to use it - an invisible handkerchief might not be of much significance, but it could verify the truth of Ravenclaw's statement about the three holy relics.

Although Ian respected the founders of Hogwarts very much and would verbally thank them every now and then, he would still only truly believe in things that he had verified himself.

"It is indeed a magical material."

While Ian was analyzing the characteristics of the Dementor's "fur", he also noticed the cooling effect of this material. He looked up thoughtfully at the Dementor not far away.

It was just a normal look, but I didn't expect that the Dementor was so scared that it immediately rushed to the front of the cage, opened the cage, crawled in, and then closed the cage.

"What are you afraid of? It's winter now, and I won't pull out your fur to make a mat." Ian felt that it was not just the Slytherin students in Hogwarts who had misunderstandings about him.

The same thing goes for this cowardly Dementor.

"Evil... evil... wizard..." The Dementors were huddled in the corner of the cage and trembling. When they were forced into a corner, the Dementors seemed to be able to speak human language.

This Dementor's language system is much more powerful than the first one.

"Have you ever seen an evil wizard give you such a good reward? I treat you much better than those civil servants in Azkaban!" Ian immediately raised his wand and cast a modified version of the Dementors' spell "Fear is Coming" called "Happiness is Coming". He combined Legilimency and Dementia to come up with some new things.

False happiness is also happiness.

Ian let the Dementors experience in their minds the scene of sucking the souls of hundreds of wizards at the same time - after jumping up and down in the cage for a while, the Dementors happily lay on the ground with their bellies turned over.

"That's what I call kindness!" Ian ran up and pulled out a few handfuls of rag-like hair. The Dementor was immersed in happiness and was unmoved. He just thought that the other party had been influenced by him and tacitly accepted his behavior.

The whole morning.

Ian was immersed in studying the materials of the invisibility cloak. When he felt hungry again, he walked out of the Room of Requirement and saw the sunny weather outside the window.

"Just right, I also need Phantom Silk and Ghostly Gray Stone Powder." Ian was going to use normal wizard alchemy methods to forge the Dementor towel he had woven into an invisible towel. Of course, the complete invisibility cloak production process was a secret, and Ian did not have complete knowledge related to the monopoly industry of invisibility cloaks.

But this did not prevent him from thinking and pondering on his own.

Alchemical creations are all things that are created from scratch by people. Since they are all things that can be created by others, Ian thought, why can't he figure out a similar forging process? All he wants is a finished product that can have a temporary invisibility effect.

If the "fur" of the Dementors can indeed replace the fur of the Invisible Beast, then it should be possible to create alchemical works with invisibility effects.

Even if the invisibility effect is very poor, it can still be considered a verification result. If the seemingly simpler invisibility cloak can be successful, he will have more confidence in the effect of replicating the resurrection stone.

"I still have to give it a try. If I fail, it's just a failure. My proficiency is increasing, so it's a good thing." Ian looked at the land outside the castle through the window of the corridor.

The heavy rain has stopped.

The young wizards all began to breathe fresh air outside, and there was a group of Quidditch players who were eager to train. Even though they were shivering with cold, they were still enthusiastic about freezing to death on their flying brooms.

"Hagrid will definitely not allow me to enter the Forbidden Forest. I have to find a secret passage that leads directly to the Forbidden Forest." Ian took out his Marauder's Map and examined it carefully.

There are countless secret passages hidden throughout the castle, some of which even Dumbledore may not have known about. He soon found a corridor in the basement of Hogwarts.

It was a product of the dangerous context of the Middle Ages.

It is a secret passage that never sees sunlight all year round and is usually rarely used. However, in an emergency, teachers and students can quickly leave the school through this corridor without being discovered by the enemy.

"Just right, we're heading to the Forbidden Forest!" Ian immediately trotted towards the stairs leading to the basement, but it still took him more than ten minutes to reach his destination.

It’s not that Ian’s legs are short or that the journey is too long, but that he might be a little unlucky today. He actually encountered a boring waiting time for the stairs to change along the way.

The stairs kept making creaking sounds and moved very slowly, like an old machine. Ian could only wait for them to be put together again and stop before he could continue going down.

This was Ian's first experience of being "stuck" in mid-air.

"Meow~"

There was more than one bad thing. As soon as Ian bypassed Snape's office and walked into a place where few people would come, he saw the administrator's stinky cat jumping out from the corner.

After Ian used [Fear Coming] on it once, it held a grudge against Ian and always wanted to launch a sneak attack on Ian's shoes, but of course it failed every time.

Ian was seen reaching for his wand.

The mischievous cat immediately ran away, running the fastest, and was out of Ian's sight in a flash. That speed made Ian feel as if it had the blood of a cheetah.

"This damn cat will definitely go to the administrator to complain!" Ian didn't intend to give Filch the chance to play hide-and-seek with him, so he simply found the entrance and went in.

This was a passage that was not crowded or narrow, but the slope was a little steep. It was pitch black all around. Ian raised his wand and lit his own lighting spell.

"Lumos!"

The lighting spell illuminated the entire corridor, and Ian saw several rats running frantically. There were some wet water stains on the hard soil ground.

Those water stains were from the water dripping from the top of his head. I don’t know if it was because the pipes were in disrepair, but Ian almost couldn’t escape the disgusting experience of having the unknown liquid slide down his face.

"Could it be Snape's urine?"

Ian thought that there wouldn't be many people who would pee in the basement toilet. He didn't know the spell to avoid the rain, so he could only conjure up an umbrella for himself to protect his hair and skin.

There were a lot of bumpy stones on the ground, as well as some rotten bones of unknown creatures. Ian walked very slowly along the way. After all, if he fell in a place like this, he would definitely feel sick for half a year.

Since no one had been cleaning or maintaining the place for many years, there was a disgusting smell of decay in the air, which forced Ian to cast a bubble head curse on himself.

This is magic for diving.

It will form a protective bubble over the caster's head, allowing the caster to breathe and move normally for a long time underwater. It can also be used to isolate unpleasant odors around.

"The school directors must have embezzled the school's maintenance fund!"

Ian walked towards the outside of the school through the winding passage. After more than an hour, the passage began to spread upwards, and it was probably about to reach the area where the forbidden forest was located.

The Marauder's Map had lost its "network connection" and there was no movement. Just when Ian was wondering whether he should ask the elves to clean up this secret passage when they were free.

"Hissssss~"

As the passage winds.

Ian just turned a corner, and accompanied by a hair-raising sound, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared before his eyes.

In front of the passage.

Curled up was a deformed creature, its body twisted and huge, its skin covered with all kinds of strange lines and lumps, as if it was a victim of some unknown disease.

The bright light of the illumination spell illuminated the creature, revealing the disease that the poor creature was infected with. On the side of the creature's head was a clearly visible and distorted human face.

Pale, thin, and hideous - this face formed a sharp contrast with the creature's body, as creepy as a foreign object that was forcibly embedded.

"I just said I had bad luck today!"

Ian was startled.

The deformed creature was disturbed by his lighting spell, and the face occupying the top of its head suddenly opened its eyes, cold and vicious, and its icy eyes met Ian's eyes.

"He's actually a student of Hogwarts... It seems that fate is on my side." A strange smile appeared on the man's face, and his voice was hoarse with excitement and surprise.

A chilling black fog began to spread.

The twisted and broken soul controlled the deformed creature to stand up.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The creepy green light seemed to dye the entire underground passage green.

It originates from the casting of a magic wand.

It was the nervous little wizard who took the initiative.

(End of this chapter)

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