Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 118 Chapter 117: The game behind the scenes, Dumbledore's plan

Everyone's attention was focused on the Forbidden Forest, so naturally no one noticed Aurora and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The little wizards were still chattering away in discussion.

One is the house that is prejudiced against the headmaster of Gryffindor, and the other is Gryffindor, who has been led astray and whose distorted thoughts are becoming more and more divergent.

It would have been a huge scheduling mistake to lump them together.

"If Hogwarts changes its name, will we have to change our uniforms? Do we need to pay again? I can ask my family for a few more gold Galleons!"

"Oh! Who will inform Headmaster Dumbledore? I want to see Headmaster Dumbledore's reaction!"

"Principal Dumbledore was not here this morning. I think he hid himself as soon as he got the news. After all, even the most powerful succubus bloodline will become less useful as they age!"

"You are simply talking nonsense and slandering the great Dumbledore! He is the pride of our Gryffindor! His succubus bloodline will definitely not lose its effect just because of his age!"

……

This group of students had obviously been misled by the morning's Daily Prophet. One young wizard even tried to use the more than 700 Dumbledore dolls sold by his grandmother to prove that Dumbledore's charm remained unchanged. It seemed that this young wizard's family had been alchemists selling wizard supplies in Knockturn Alley for generations.

What is authority?

The statistics of this little wizard's family are truly authoritative!
"Do you sell Gellert Grindelwald dolls?" Which little wizard asked this question, which aroused the curiosity of other little wizards who were watching the fun.

"No, our family only does business in our country."

This young wizard with a family background in wizardry may not be aware of the nature of his own shop. His serious and loud answer seemed to carry a bit of pride.

"Not only Dumbledore, we also sell Miranda Goshawk dolls, which are the most popular dolls. They can be sold for the price of three Dumbledore dolls."

Say something.

The fact that he could still study at Hogwarts was perhaps the true wizarding miracle. Since all the people present were young wizards, they obviously did not understand how valuable this wizarding miracle was.

"My mother seems to have bought a Dumbledore doll from you. It looks exactly like a real person and can move. But I don't know why she hid it in my barn."

"Can you accept customization? I want to make my little dog into a doll."

"What a great idea! Then I want to make my sister into a doll too! Whenever she hits me, I will vent my anger on her doll! Beat her doll up!"

……

Little wizards are always very naive at this age. They do not understand the specific meaning of a wizard supply store and actually think it is a store that makes and displays toys.

There were even Slytherin wizards who, in order to please Aurora, deliberately expressed their dissatisfaction loudly, saying that even in the UK, dolls of Grindelwald should be made and sold, as Grindelwald was a powerful wizard who had left his mark in history. This statement was also supported by many other young wizards.

"..."

The veins in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's head bulged.

obviously.

Of all the new students in Slytherin and Gryffindor, none of them had the true talent of a prophet. The situation that was happening now had already been verified in advance by the Divination teacher. After all, if they had even a little bit of the talent of a prophet, they wouldn't be completely insensitive when the danger was getting bigger and bigger.

The Fiendfyre created by Transfiguration might only be burning in the Forbidden Forest at this moment, but the students watching the show in the castle could very likely use their hard work to ignite a close-up Fiendfyre show in the castle. It would be even better, burning more thoroughly, without even a trace of ashes left.

"Calm down! Professor... You must stay calm!" Aurora's two hands could hardly hold down Gilderoy Grindelwald's hands, and her whole body was hanging on the arm of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"They are just children. They are just children's nonsense." Aurora kept persuading Gilderoy Grindelwald in a low voice. Fortunately, Gilderoy Grindelwald did not insist on his own way after all.

He shook off Aurora who was hanging on his hand, but did not take out his wand. "Of course I know this, but I think I need to think carefully about what kind of arrangements should be made for the good students of Gryffindor and Slytherin in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"These happy little wizards should be very good at dealing with Dementors. First-year students should be old enough to learn how to deal with the environment in Azkaban."

"I will set up a mock classroom in the basement. I think it will be very educational." Gilderoy Grindelwald's expression did not look like he was threatening at all.

He waved his robe sleeves and left the Transfiguration classroom directly. No one knew whether he was really going to catch Dementors and set up a so-called simulation training classroom.

The other young wizards still did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

Amidst the chirping sounds.

The little wizards were still discussing happily.

Only Aurora looked pale. If Grindelwald really found a few more Dementors, it would be terrible. She knew very well how bad her Patronus Charm was.

"The Patronus Charm..."

This is why Aurora is afraid of Dementors. She has tried to practice this magic more than once in the past few days, but has never been able to truly succeed.

The first setback in life always makes people more timid.

"If I help my grandfather burn all these classmates now, will he change his mind?" Aurora may care about the safety of her classmates, but not to the point of being too touching.

"Ms. Grindelwald, are you worried that Dumbledore will fight with your family again?" A little wizard noticed Aurora's uneasiness and hesitation at an inappropriate time.

Her inquiry received no response from Aurora.

"You guys should shut up."

Aurora touched her forehead speechlessly. Looking at the ignorant performance of the little wizards, she sighed and put the wand back into her robe.

I weighed the issue in my mind for a moment.

The little German girl still thought it would be better to get herself out. She looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance where the professors were rushing to, and had already begun to think about where she would need to find a place to hide in the future Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The Forbidden Forest is a good choice.

However, the small room where Ian often hides to make potions is also quite attractive. At least hiding in that small room on the eighth floor does not require him to face the trouble of Dementors.

……

The fire dragons formed by more than ten fierce flames were like Ian's minions, frantically searching for Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest. He really didn't want Voldemort to escape.

It's not just because he wants to use the [Soul Furnace] to burn up his magic power, but also because Ian knows very well that Voldemort is vengeful. If he lets Voldemort catch his breath, he might be hated by this guy in the future.

The hidden dangers are not small.

Ian doesn't overestimate himself.

He knew that he could bully Voldemort in his residual soul state, but if we really counted the hard power, Voldemort in his prime was on the same level as Dumbledore.

Never underestimate the many dangerous magical transformations and modifications that Voldemort performed on himself. Even though they had side effects such as affecting the brain and IQ, they did give Voldemort a huge boost in his abilities, allowing him to complete the path of accumulation that should have taken him decades.

"It can be regarded as prepaying and squeezing out his future potential. It's stupid, but in the short term it does work quickly, saving many years of hard work."

"I'm afraid even Grindelwald can't say he can win against a guy like this."

Ian still remembers the information he learned from several legendary powerful men of the past. There is an upper limit to the strength of wizards in the world, so the speed at which wizards become stronger will slow down a lot after reaching this limit.

Perhaps Voldemort was still inferior to Dumbledore in his heyday, but the gap was certainly not particularly huge or obvious. At least they could be considered strong men in the same tier.

They are all at the T0 level in the human world.

"My magic power is barely at the dean level, but I still lack the accumulation in other aspects."

Ian felt that apart from having his magic power reaching T1 level, he still had a long way to go to catch up with several deans in terms of his in-depth research into magic, experience, and combat skills.

What is lacking is not just magic power, but also magical foundation and experience.

Therefore.

If facing Voldemort in his prime and with full health, Ian's performance would probably not be as good as that of the four deans. He is now just a little King Kong who is very powerful with three tricks.

Most wizards can't withstand the three axes, but once there is a wizard who can withstand Ian's three axes, he will find that Ian has no better means afterwards.

Voldemort, who can use magic without restraint, will definitely be able to withstand it, so Ian doesn't think he can deal with a resurrected Voldemort. This is one of the reasons why he has been committed to killing Voldemort's remaining soul before Voldemort is resurrected.

Whether Harry Potter can continue to be the savior, and whether the three saviors can still use Voldemort to hone themselves, are all issues that Ian does not think he needs to consider.

All he wanted was to prevent Tom without a nose from causing trouble, so that he could have the time he needed most to slowly accumulate his own foundation. Yes, Ian just wanted no one to stop or disturb him from studying, so when he encountered Tom without a nose, he wanted to solve the problem quickly!

By the way, burn this fellow villager to help you practice!

"Where is it hiding?" Ian was also searching on a broomstick. His combined use of Transfiguration and Fiendfyre actually did not reach the requirements of Grindelwald in "Advanced Dark Magic Unveiled".

These "Fire Dragons" transformed by Ian only have Ian's will attached to them, which is Ian's idea of ​​finding Voldemort's dark figure. Perhaps it is quite powerful for ordinary wizards, but it is still far from Grindelwald's ability to turn the Fiery Dragon into his eyes.

The Fiendfyre controlled by Grindelwald can be considered a drone with a camera, while the Fiendfyre controlled by Ian is just an automated machine with programmed commands and no camera.

If not.

They would not visit Quirrell three times, but Ian didn't know that the dragon of Li Huo flew over the cave where Quirrell was hiding three times, and each time it scared Quirrell so much that he trembled.

"Master... Master... Who is this... Who is looking for... us?" Quirrell was so scared that he curled up in the cave. His stuttering was not a disguise but a real fear.

"How could I have a useless servant like you! Use your brain! Who else but our hypocritical headmaster could have played Fiendfyre like this?" Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's mind again, with a bit of dissatisfaction towards Quirrell and anger towards Dumbledore that was hard to conceal.

“That’s…that’s right.”

Quirrell finally understood why Voldemort fled. If it was Dumbledore who was chasing Voldemort, everything would make sense. After all, Dumbledore has always been worthy of the title of the most powerful wizard of this century.

"You think in your heart that I am not as good as Dumbledore!" Voldemort's angry roar frightened Quirrell. The timid Quirrell was already worried about being found in his hiding place, and because of Voldemort's roar in his mind, his already panic-stricken heart was trembling even more.

"No! No! Great Master! Of course I don't think that... I'm just thinking about how we can escape... how to avoid this carpet search."

"You know, if...if we continue like this, it's only a matter of time before we are found." Quirrell immediately began to explain and expressed his inner worries.

In fact, he felt really wronged. Others who joined the Dark Lord and became Death Eaters at least had a few days of glory, but he didn't even have a chance to enjoy the glory for half a day before he was dragged down and became a coward. The extraordinary knowledge he wanted to gain and the broader prospects he wanted to have were not realized at all.

All he had was the growing threat of Voldemort and empty promises.

"Indeed, we can't always be so passive." Even though Voldemort was weak and was pinned down by Quirrell, he could still share Quirrell's senses with him.

He could even detect some changes that Quirrell didn't notice.

"How to do?"

Quirrell held his wand tightly, as if only the wand could give him some sense of security.

"Several professors in the school are approaching... Now is not a good time to confront them. We still need your identity to find what Dumbledore hid." Voldemort did not let Quirrell stand up, nor did he let Quirrell turn over so that he was not pressing on him. What he was most worried about now was that the Philosopher's Stone would be moved away by Dumbledore.

"This... Master, thank you for your kindness, but I can't beat those professors!" Quirrell's body trembled even more violently, and his voice was a little choked.

"You are such a coward! How could I have such a useless servant like you!" Voldemort cursed fiercely, which could be regarded as venting his frustration. Of course, he came here for the Philosopher's Stone, but who could have imagined that he would encounter such a situation of death before even getting close to the Philosopher's Stone.

"me……"

Quirrell sobbed.

The grievance in his heart reached its peak.

"Apparate away from here quickly! That guy is coming!" Perhaps sensing the powerful magic approaching, Voldemort immediately yelled anxiously at the crying Quirrell.

"I... I can't do it." Quirrell subconsciously shrank deeper into the cave. He obviously hadn't adapted to life with a face under his butt.

This shrinkage caused Voldemort's face to rub against the ground again.

He didn't notice and continued to explain, "Although this is just the Forbidden Forest and outside the castle...it's still very difficult to Apparate."

"My magic... my magic is very unstable right now." Quirrell didn't dare to put the blame on Voldemort, but the instability of his magic was indeed related to Voldemort's unauthorized "intrusion".

If Quirrell had not been worried that the unstable magic would teleport his body to different places, he would have immediately Apparated away when he discovered the fire dragon.

"Roar!"

Just now.

Dragon roars sounded one after another outside the cave.

The situation is becoming increasingly urgent.

"You are the worst of all my servants!" Voldemort was also panicked. He quickly supported his weak soul and snatched control of Quirrell's body.

I saw.

It was as if countless boiling oil appeared on Quirrell's face, and Voldemort's disgusting noseless face seemed to have grown out from under Quirrell's skin. His face and Quirrell's face were tightly embedded together, and the overlapping appearance of the two faces was grotesque and disgusting.

"I just lost a round!"

As if with eyes with double pupils, Voldemort looked at the giant blue flame dragon flying outside the cave. He controlled Quirrell's body and waved his wand. The strong spatial fluctuations suddenly swept him and Quirrell in.

"Brush~"

They were not teleported too far, after all, Voldemort's soul was already extremely weak. After Quirrell disappeared in the Forbidden Forest, he appeared in Hogsmeade village.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In a quiet alley.

Quirrell turned around and saw a shocked witness. While he was still hesitating, Voldemort, who was controlling his body, had already raised his wand and released the unforgivable killing curse.

"Bangtong!"

There was a flash of green light.

The poor innocent man fell to the ground.

Voldemort, who was embedded in Quirrell's face, looked very satisfied - this was his normal performance level! He was the great Dark Lord who was feared by everyone and who could kill anyone he wanted!
"Get out of here! Go back to school and pretend you never left!"

After Voldemort issued the order to Quirrell, he became silent, and the chimeric face gradually disappeared. However, he found that he had not successfully moved to the back of Quirrell's head after relaxing. It was as if there was some weak but real force pulling him to slide towards Quirrell's buttocks.

To be honest, Voldemort was extremely resistant in his heart, but his weak soul had used other people's bodies to cast magic twice, and he really couldn't muster any extra strength to resist.

"Damn it!! What's wrong with your body!?"

Voldemort thought it was Quirrell's problem.

"What's wrong with my body?" Quirrell wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt that Voldemort probably had some quirks. Why did he always get into his butt?

Could it be that this Dark Lord was going to stay there forever?

In this situation, do I still dare to go to the toilet?
"Leave first..." Voldemort responded weakly on Quirrell's butt. He once again felt his mouth overlapping with one of Quirrell's body organs.

"Okay, okay." Quirrell suppressed his discomfort and quickly walked out of the alley. He looked back at the witness who had fallen to the ground, and the pity and helplessness in his eyes only flashed by for a moment.

"do not blame me."

Quirrell prayed silently, then immediately left the secluded alley and ran towards the busy street. At this time, there were still quite a few people wandering around in Hogsmeade village.

"Want to play chess, sir?"

Someone raised a hand to block the way, and the sudden question startled Quirrell.

"Get out of my way!" He quickly pushed away the person who was blocking him and threw him to the ground. Not only that, he even imitated Voldemort's eyes and glared at the chess player who was setting up the stall.

"You asked for this!"

When Quirrell saw the chess player's panicked expression, he felt a little less aggrieved. He immediately hurried towards the castle.

"Master, could it be that Dumbledore... could it be that he had guessed that you would come back?" Quirrell was, after all, a student of Ravenclaw. After escaping danger and calming down, his brain started to work better again.

"Of course, you fool. How come you just realized that the hypocritical Dumbledore had such a plan? In the final analysis, this is just a game between me and my professor."

"He wanted to get rid of me completely, so he left behind something I desperately needed as a bet. Both he and I knew this very well. I joined in voluntarily, but now it seems that he is much more insidious and cunning than I thought." Voldemort's voice regained some strength.

He gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, "Of course, we are not completely defeated. We still have a chance. I will be the one who laughs last!"

"As long as we get the Philosopher's Stone, as long as we get it...ha, Dumbledore will understand what it means to set himself on fire." Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's heart.

The news he received was that Dumbledore intended to use the Philosopher's Stone to prolong his life, so he borrowed the Philosopher's Stone from the legendary alchemist to make the elixir of life at Hogwarts.

This is obviously not a very tenable piece of news, and most wizards with some judgment and knowledge would not believe it. After all, being over a hundred years old is the prime of life for a powerful wizard, so Dumbledore does not need to rush to use the Philosopher's Stone to prolong his life.

Voldemort knew this.

Dumbledore also knew that Voldemort knew this. However, as long as the Philosopher's Stone was really in Hogwarts, Dumbledore believed that Voldemort would come.

This is true.

Although Voldemort felt threatened by the disappearance of several Horcruxes, he could not help but rush over after hearing the news about the Philosopher's Stone. This was the treasure that could truly bring him back to life, so of course he could not resist the Philosopher's Stone, and it was not easy for him to return to the world.

"I will definitely be the final winner!"

Voldemort was determined as he followed Quirrell, who was madly hurrying along.

He didn't know.

Right behind him, facing this face, was the middle-aged wizard who had been pushed hard by his servant Quirrell. He was sighing and slowly standing up from the ground where he had fallen.

“It’s just a really bad day.”

The middle-aged wizard dusted himself off in an ungraceful manner.

"I'm going to be extinct. Tsk tsk, I can't stop it. It's like my brain is broken and I'm rushing to die. My sense of smell is not even as good as that careless German ghost."

He sat back in front of the chessboard at his stall. Even though Quirrell's figure had long disappeared in the crowd, his eyes still seemed to reflect Quirrell's figure.

Or rather the reflection of the face on Quirrell's butt.

"It's a little too early, but the impact shouldn't be that big." The chess player concentrated on placing the wizard chess in front of him. He didn't look up but he had already sensed that someone was sitting opposite him.

"Want to play chess?"

The chess player was not at all surprised.

Just continue placing the chess pieces.

"Aren't we already raining?" The young wizard had a gentle smile on his face. He had long and fluffy brown hair on his head, which was braided into simple braids and fell naturally on his shoulders on both sides.

Arthur King.

Alchemy professor at Hogwarts.

"Haha, how about playing a simple game of wizard chess to relax a bit?" The chess player shrugged and looked up at the young professor opposite him.

"Of course, no problem, but please don't cheat secretly."

Arthur King chuckled in response.

His chrome-green eyes fell on the chess player's hands as he continued to place the chess pieces, and his eyes reflected the pure silver ring with a raven pattern on the chess player's hand.

"If you want to talk about cheating... modifying reality is cheating." The chess player did not hide his thoughts about the ring on his hand, and his eyes also fell on Professor Arthur King's hand.

There was also a ring worn there.

Shining bronze color.

……

On the busy street, a seemingly uneventful confrontation took place. On the other side, Ian did not find Voldemort's trace as he wished.

He conducted a carpet search of all nearby areas, but could not find even a single nose hair of Voldemort. He could not help but sigh that this guy's escape skills must have been maxed out long ago.

"It's the professors..."

Not only did Ian fail to find Voldemort, he also spotted several professors.

He noticed a few small dots in the distance with his sharp eyes. This was obviously not a good thing, so he could only quickly withdraw his magic broom and let himself be caught by the claws of a giant fire dragon.

"Help! Is there anyone who can save me! Save me!" Ian screamed in terror at the top of his lungs. He pretended to be flustered and waved his hands in the air a few times, but then he felt that the posture of having his head grabbed did not look embarrassing enough, so he adjusted his posture and let himself hang upside down on the claws of the Fierce Fire Dragon.

"Where is this place? I was clearly on the lawn outside the school, and I accidentally fell asleep legally! Ah! Why did I get caught in such a place?!"

He howled hysterically at the top of his lungs.

This immediately attracted the attention of several professors who were using "Stop Curse" to eliminate other fierce fire dragons.

"It's the little wizard's cry for help!"

Pomona Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, was the first to rush in Ian's direction, followed by several professors, and Filius Flitwick raised his wand to eliminate the Fiendfyre that had "caught" Ian.

"Wow~"

Ian began to fall rapidly, scraping off many leaves on the branches. Just when he was wondering whether he could not continue acting, or he would have to face the ground and have close contact with the charred forest.

Pomona Sprout quickly cooperated and cast a levitation spell for Ian, hovering Ian in mid-air. Ian immediately continued to dance wildly.

"He's the little wizard from our academy!"

Filius Flitwick exclaimed as he recognized Ian.

"Dean! Dean! Professors! I've been caught!" Ian tried his best to make his wide-open eyes look terrified yet innocent, but the three deans looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Mr. Prince, your Transfiguration skills have improved rapidly. You can even perform this kind of transformation on Fiendfyre into multiple individuals. I think many adult wizards who have graduated cannot compare to you." Professor McGonagall ruthlessly exposed Ian's performance. She never raised her wand to try to rescue Ian from beginning to end.

It was obvious that he had seen through everything.

"Did the dark wizard kidnap me?" Ian's voice was not so confident. He felt that the three deans seemed to have eagle eyes, surrounding him who was floating in the air.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were especially sharp and serious.

"Transfiguration is a magic that is extremely difficult to hide personal style and traces. Don't forget that your Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall." Filius Flitwick had a very strange expression.

He took the initiative to remind the students of his own college.

The dean felt very complicated after realizing that Ian had directed and acted out the scene just now. This guy had just asked him for advice on the Patronus Charm a few days ago, and now he was playing with Fiendfyre?

It looks like the Ravenclaw House is going to produce Grindelwald instead of Dumbledore!
Look at that crazy Fiery Blaze plus Transfiguration... If it weren't for the wrong location and wrong choice of magic, Filius Flitwick really wanted to give his academy a lot of points.

"How can you know such dangerous magic? And how dare you use it so boldly." Pomona Sprout covered her mouth and looked at Ian with a bit of surprise and uncertainty.

She had obviously never encountered a similar situation in her teaching career. The surging magic contained in the fierce fire just now made her think that Hogwarts was attacked by a powerful dark wizard.

I never thought... it was just a little wizard? Pomona Sprout was the last to realize this. She hesitated to speak, and really wanted to ask Ian what he ate when he was growing up.

Do you want to eat Momoran?
"I think we all need a reasonable explanation, Mr. Prince, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall looked around at the horrific environment.

The giant fire dragon had been completely eliminated by them, but the traces of the fire still existed, especially the large area that had been burned to scorched earth.

There really is nothing left!

It was like some fierce battle had taken place!

Even though the forest's self-recovery speed is not slow, even if the embers of the fierce fire are cleared and a growth spell is cast on the land, it will take several years to return to its original state.

"Remember, think carefully before answering!" After all, Filius Flitwick was reluctant to part with such an outstanding student. He reminded Ian in a deep voice with some hint.

Burning the forbidden forest.

This matter is not a big deal, but it is indeed a big deal. The most important thing is that this fire is a terrible Fiendfyre! If we really investigate it, the first-year wizard will be expelled from school even if he does not go to Azkaban.

Looking at the seemingly harmless little wizard, Filius Flitwick really didn't want the little wizard to go to Azkaban, where there was no dementor headmaster who knew how to cherish talent. Ravenclaw had finally produced such a great talent, how could they let the young wizard lose his future because of a momentary mistake?

"I don't want you to tell me you were just trying to play a joke on us."

After taking a deep look at the Forbidden Forest, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips completely. There was a hint of annoyance in her eyes, as well as deep concern about Ian's behavior.

Anyone who encounters this kind of thing would feel terrified.

In the first grade, they started a trouble-making incident and set fire to the forbidden forest.

Where will you get burned when you grow up?
London?

Or the Paris that didn't burn down?
Or maybe the disciple is better than the master and is spreading all the way from London to Paris!
"Of course I didn't mean to make a joke. I was forced to..." Ian sighed. Before he could continue to explain, Filius Flitwick blurted out.

"You cast the magic accidentally, didn't you?" Filius Flitwick thought the little wizard should have a chance to reform. Maybe the little guy just learned this magic by accident, and accidentally used it in the Forbidden Forest as skillfully as if he had practiced for decades?
He thought so.

It can be seen that he really values ​​talent.

"I did release the Fiery Curse on my own initiative, but there was a reason for it."

Ian's shake of his head made Filius Flitwick beat his chest and stamp his feet, speechless, but Ian's next words made his hand suddenly stop in mid-air.

"There really are dark wizards... I met one in school." Ian felt that the school's underground passage should also be considered a school, so he probably wasn't lying about this.

"Dark wizard?"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"No way, Hogwarts has always been very safe. No dark wizards have ever sneaked in over the years." Pomona Sprout had an extremely shocked expression on her face.

"You were chased by a dark wizard into the Forbidden Forest, and were forced to use Fiendfyre to fight back?" Filius Flitwick was also concerned about the rumors about the so-called dark wizard appearing in Hogwarts, but he was more concerned about how to get the future prefect of his own academy out of the quagmire of arson, which might have been a sin.

"Forehead……"

Ian hesitated for a moment. He wanted to use the help of several deans to find Tom without a nose as soon as possible, so he did not continue to hide it but spoke carefully.

"Considering the potential harm that the dark wizard could do to the school, I chased him all the way to the Forbidden Forest. He wanted to kill me, so I used Fiendfyre to counterattack and break his evil black magic."

"What a pity... he still got away..." Ian's regret was not an acting, but a true reflection of his heart. He was really very upset about not burning Voldemort's remaining soul in time.

"Oh, so that's how it is. I was wondering if you would do that for no reason... No, what do you mean you chased the dark wizard all the way to the Forbidden Forest and killed him so that he fled?"

Filius Flitwick seemed a little slow to react.

His eyes widened.

His expression was filled with unspeakable shock.

"Shouldn't Dark wizards be hunted?"

Ian's answer also left the dean speechless.

"..."

"..."

The two female headmistresses, whose expressions had already become a little strange due to Ian's speech, looked at each other and were immediately choked by the conversation between the two Ravenclaws, one big and one small.

After a moment of silence.

"Even if there really is a dark wizard, you should inform the professor instead of chasing him on your own. This is an extremely risky gamble. If you are not careful, you may be killed by the dark wizard..."

Professor McGonagall wanted to scold Ian for being more reckless than the people in Gryffindor, but after taking a look at Ian who was not even covered in mud, she found it difficult to finish her scolding.

"Anyway, you should have informed us."

Professor McGonagall coughed twice, but her expression remained extremely serious.

"It happened too suddenly, Professor McGonagall. If I didn't hunt him down, he would have killed me. You don't know how evil that evil dark wizard is."

Ian took out his wand in mid-air, and under the confused gaze of the three professors, he pressed the wand directly to his temple and drew out a ray of silver light.

"I have to let you see it with your own eyes." Ian didn't want to waste too much time letting Voldemort escape, so he sprinkled silver light into the air and chanted a spell.

"The old days are back!"

This is a magic that does not exist in textbooks, but it is recorded in the Hogwarts library. It is a spell that can transform memories into projections. It is not as good as the memory magic that Dumbledore once performed, but at least it can be regarded as a 3D reproduction of the caster's experience.

Ever since.

The twisted and deformed creatures, the faces on the deformed creatures, and the residual soul of Voldemort were reproduced so vividly - of course Ian could not show the scene of releasing the Unforgivable Curse.

He thought it would be enough to just show the professors how ugly Voldemort was.

Professor McGonagall's face changed when she saw the deformed monster, and when Voldemort's terrifying soul was revealed, the expressions of the other two professors changed drastically.

"This is... No! Impossible!" Pomona Sprout screamed and covered her mouth. Of course she could recognize who that residual soul was.

"Oh my God! Merlin! How could the dark wizard you're hunting be... him?"

Filius Flitwick also exclaimed, but the reason why he lost his voice was obviously not just because he saw Voldemort, but also because he realized a very terrifying big problem.

The first-grade little wizard was chasing after the mysterious man who must not be named, and he had not yet been killed by the mysterious man. This was an outrageous situation that he could not even imagine in his dreams!

"We need to notify Dumbledore! This is not a problem we can handle... Mr. Prince, can you assure us that the memory you presented is not false?" Professor McGonagall, whose lips had turned pale, suddenly looked at Ian. Her extremely serious voice was trembling.

Just when Ian was about to swear on the lives of his two good roommates.

"I think I'm here, Minerva..." Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from the other end of the Forbidden Forest, and an old man with white hair and silver beard walked out slowly.

He was wearing his iconic purple robes covered with silver stars, but the robes were slightly dragging on the ground and stained with mud, but this did not affect the sense of security that Dumbledore brought to the headmasters.

"You're finally back."

The three deans breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

at the same time.

Ian's heart was in his throat - he was certainly not afraid of Dumbledore's blame. He just saw that behind Dumbledore was the more than three-meter-tall half-blood giant Hagrid, and... Snape, who had a sullen face and a look as if he wanted to boil the little wizard into potion.

(End of this chapter)