Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 119 118: Is that stone with you?

Perhaps Dumbledore just has a special charm.

Of course, it was not the charm of a succubus, but when he appeared in the Forbidden Forest, several professors seemed to have found their backbone and felt a lot more at ease.

The tense atmosphere seemed to be eased at once. Ian even had the same feeling as in the TV series he watched before, when the county magistrate came and the sky was clear.

Can we only say that it is worthy of the sense of security that Dumbledore brings?

"Principal! Hurry! It's that...that evil dark wizard!" Ian actually felt a little happy in his heart. When it came to experience in catching Tom, the old principal in front of him had the most experience.

Now that Dumbledore is back, it should not be difficult to capture Voldemort's soul. I just don't know if Dumbledore will agree to let him burn Voldemort's soul.

"Don't worry, I have set up some special magic, and no one can escape from the area near Hogwarts. Therefore, we can take our time. I need to understand the current situation first." Dumbledore's eyes were quite deep, and there was a kind of calmness between his brows.

But Ian was a little confused.

Is there such a magic?
Why didn't he know?
Several professors seemed to have discovered their blind spots in knowledge, but since it was Dumbledore who made the assurance, they naturally chose to believe it out of habit.

“Who can help me understand this?”

Dumbledore turned his gaze to Professor McGonagall.

"In fact, I and other professors don't know much about the situation. We just arrived here and were attracted by the fanfare created by Mr. Prince."

Professor McGonagall looked at Ian, who was still suspended in mid-air by Professor Sprout's levitation spell.

"Dumbledore, he...he showed us his memories, and he met the mysterious man who must not be named!" Professor Sprout still looked incredulous. Professor Flitwick, who was riding a "customized small version" of his flying broom beside her, also looked worried and frightened.

Compared to Professor McGonagall, the vice-president, these two deans obviously did not know enough about the historical truth. They had always believed, like everyone else, that Voldemort had died on that night ten years ago.

"How could it be a mysterious man? How could he still be alive? He should have been dead a long time ago, killed by some mysterious magic bestowed on the Boy-Who-Lived..." Professor Flitwick was actually unwilling to believe that Ian would falsify his memory, and at the same time, he also did not want Ian's memory to be the truth of what really happened.

This extremely contradictory mentality made the short professor's face look very complicated.

That's Voldemort!

The wizarding world has suffered from Voldemort for a long time.

After finally ushering in an extremely bright future, who would want to go back to the days of constant fear? Even the professors at Hogwarts still have lingering fears about the past shrouded in terrorism.

This is the residual power left by Voldemort.

Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout had similar psychological traumas, which was why they all panicked after seeing Ian's memory.

"Yes, Dumbledore, Harry has killed Voldemort, there is no way that damn bastard is still alive!" Hagrid was also the type who was unwilling to believe the truth.

After he finished speaking with a confident tone, he quickly explained to Ian, "Sorry, little Ian, I'm not doubting that you are deceiving us, it's just... it's just that it's possible that you saw it wrong, or there are some other sensationalists who are swindling people under the name of the mysterious man."

Hagrid tried to find a reasonable explanation.

Snape stood beside him in silence.

His expression was gloomy and uncertain, and he wanted to speak several times, but then he seemed to have thought of something and finally did not make any comment on the matter.

"It's not completely impossible, after all..." Dumbledore stroked his beard and seemed to be pretending to consider for a moment.

"Our old friend has been afraid of death all his life, so it is not surprising that he would find some ways to avoid death. This is not a very difficult problem to deal with. We should be thankful that at least our little wizard escaped with his life." Dumbledore looked up at Ian in mid-air.

"Prince... Sir, are you okay?" His voice was as steady and powerful as ever, with a magic that seemed to soothe people's hearts.

"Of course."

Ian moved his body to show that he was fine.

He even performed a backflip for Dumbledore in mid-air - the professors next to him had very strange expressions, and Professor McGonagall seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"You should thank the professors for arriving in time." Dumbledore couldn't stand Ian's performance anymore, and Hagrid next to him couldn't help laughing.

The other three deans all looked a little embarrassed, but Snape's expression was even uglier.

"Get off!"

Snape gritted his teeth and yelled at Ian, and the next moment, he saw Ian paddling in the air and directly behind the other professors.

"????"

Professor Sprout, who was maintaining the levitation spell on Ian, widened her eyes. She didn't understand why Ian could control the direction of the levitation spell she cast in mid-air.

She is the one who provides the magic power!

Why does the magic feel like it belongs to someone else?
"Dumbledore, in fact, I don't think Mr. Prince needs our rescue, because when we arrived, he was chasing after that... mysterious man who must not be named." Professor Flitwick hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke up to correct Dumbledore's statement.

His little flying broom looked particularly funny. Actually, Professor Flitwick could ride a normal flying broom, but his customized flying broom was more convenient for him to fight in the air. Who could have thought that there would be no fighting in the end? The little wizard had skipped the fighting part for them?
"I think... wouldn't it be more appropriate to use the word 'hunt down'?" Professor Sprout looked around. She felt very distressed by the damaged precious plants.

"Ok?"

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly.

Hagrid, who had been comforting Yaya, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard Professor Flitwick's words, and his mouth opened to an exaggerated degree of shock.

"Hiss! Little Ian, what have you done!"

His loud voice was also full of shock.

In the eyes of the half-giant administrator, Ian's record was simply incomprehensible, and his magical level was probably second only to that of the child he had always been paying attention to, Harry Potter.

"I'm protecting our school, Hagrid." Ian seemed to be explaining his behavior to Hagrid, but in fact he wanted Snape to understand that he was not looking for trouble.

He glanced at Snape vaguely, but the Potions Professor's dark face did not ease, but became even darker - he indeed had the talent to be the Dark Lord.

"Is that right?"

Dumbledore's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at Professor McGonagall for confirmation.

"Yes, Dumbledore, things are probably just so absurd. This little fellow can actually use Fiendfyre. I think the You-Know-Who probably didn't expect this." Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly and pulled Ian, who was hiding behind her, to the front. She now felt a mixture of fear and regret that this little wizard was not a Gryffindor.

"Mr. Prince, your magic is very powerful, and your magic transformation is also very wonderful, but I still hope you can tell me where you learned such dangerous magic as Fiendfyre."

Professor McGonagall's tone was extremely stern and serious, but the feeling she gave was very similar to that of Ian's explanation to Hagrid. Although the head of the Gryffindor school was facing Ian, his eyes were tilted towards Snape who was standing on the ground.

In her opinion, the reason why Ian knew Fiendfyre must be related to Snape. The other two deans probably thought the same, so the eyes of the three deans all fell on Snape.

"..."

The Hogwarts Pot King looked very speechless.

His face twitched a little and his hands were clenched together, but even though the veins in his temples were throbbing, he just looked away.

Out of sight out of mind.

Snape didn't explain anything after all. Seeing his good uncle willing to take the blame, Ian of course didn't explain, but just found legitimacy for his Fiendfyre.

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor McGonagall. I think the headmaster has contributed to this. He once taught me how to practice Fiendfyre." Ian responded modestly. This was the truth. It had happened before, so he winked at Dumbledore after he finished speaking.

"No wonder... No wonder your Fiendfyre has such accomplishments." Professor Flitwick immediately understood something, as if he finally knew where Ian had learned so many advanced magics from.

First, the Patronus Charm.

Now it’s Lihuo again!

Each one is more mysterious than the other!
If it was Dumbledore who was teaching in secret, everything would make sense. All the professors in Hogwarts knew that Dumbledore was a master at playing with fire.

"Albus?!"

Professor McGonagall also seemed a little surprised, while Professor Sprout seemed to be thinking about something.

"That's right, Minerva." Dumbledore first glanced at Ian, then nodded slowly. His admission indeed turned Ian from a little kid who secretly learned the dark arts into a good student who studied the headmaster's teachings seriously.

"You...how could you...this is extremely dangerous magic." Professor McGonagall hesitated. She didn't want to question Dumbledore's decision in public, but she felt that Dumbledore's actions were too confusing to her. For many years, the headmaster had always been the one who emphasized teaching safety.

"Mr. Prince needs to learn Fiendfyre for a number of reasons, but, Minerva, can I explain the specific reasons to you later?"

Dumbledore seemed to be covering for Ian. When he saw Professor McGonagall nodded, he also showed his signature smile, and after thinking for a moment, he continued to speak.

"That person may still be hiding in the Forbidden Forest. He is obviously no longer as powerful as he was in the past. Professors, please help seal off the Forbidden Forest and search for him."

Dumbledore's arrangement did not receive any objection from the three deans.

"What about you? Aren't you coming along?"

Snape spoke suddenly.

"I need to go back to school to take care of some things first. I will join this operation later and cast a spell myself to find the location of our Dark Lord."

"As for now...you can stay with them." Dumbledore responded with a smile.

"..."

Snape was silent for a moment. "I have to go back to school with you...well, keep an eye on those dishonest students. Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can't handle it alone."

It seemed like he had found an excuse for himself to escape from the battle. If Harry Potter were here, he would definitely despise him as a coward, but Ian understood his good uncle very well.

"Okay. You, Hagrid and I will take the little wizard back to school. Remember to discipline those disobedient little brats. Curiosity always kills newborn calves."

"Not everyone has the ability of this child..." Dumbledore looked at Ian who was slowly descending, his eyes filled with a deep and profound meaning, "I have to say, Mr. Prince, your performance was somewhat unexpected. Perhaps it can be regarded as a surprise brought by you."

The charred trees and scorched earth around him made Dumbledore, who had rushed over, feel the intensity of the battle, and even made his expression carry a hint of nostalgia.

Just at this time.

"I won't go back. I'm not afraid of the mysterious man. I want to act together with some professors." Hagrid looked at Snape as if he was a coward.

"Tsk, tsk, what can you do to help the professors here? Are you going to use your big body to rampage through the forest and directly disturb the guy in hiding?"

Snape immediately responded sarcastically.

"I won't cause any trouble!" Hagrid's face flushed immediately. "I just want to find the two missing unicorns. I have to find them."

His concern for magical creatures was always genuine, and he would not hesitate for even a second even if it meant taking risks. However, such a touching attitude still made Snape continue to mock him.

"Heh, your giant brain probably doesn't know what a rare material unicorn blood is. It's obviously impossible for two unicorns to still be alive."

Snape knew very well that Voldemort needed the blood of unicorns to survive, but he didn't think that the You-Know-Who would love unicorns as much as he did and keep them in captivity and draw blood from them every day.

"Maybe... maybe they are still alive, just waiting for my rescue. I need to put together two stretchers first. Even if they are dead, I have to carry them back and bury them." Hagrid obviously didn't care about Snape's ridicule. As he spoke, he planned to find suitable materials nearby to put together a simple stretcher.

however.

How could there be anything heavy in the area that had been burned by the fierce fire?

"Crack~"

Several seemingly intact trees broke after he bent them lightly, revealing their charred interior. After all, this was near the area where Ian and Voldemort fought.

Hagrid looked around in confusion.

"Mr. Prince, perhaps you can help him?" Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it any longer. She couldn't help but lower the flight altitude and spoke to Ian.

"Of course no problem, Hagrid and I are friends." Ian had already planned to take action, he quickly took out his wand and walked forward to perform Transfiguration on some rotten wood.

With the infusion of magic power and the casting of magic, the shape and nature of the rotten wood were changing, and soon it turned into two multifunctional stretchers with metal structures.

In order to make the person lying on it more comfortable, Ian even added a layer of cushion in the middle of the stretcher. The extremely delicate stretcher was transformed almost in the blink of an eye.

"Oh my god! They are awesome!"

Hagrid couldn't let go of the stretcher that Ian transformed into.

Above the stretcher.

Professor McGonagall's face showed undisguised approval.

"Although I have already felt how much ability you have hidden in class from the transformation you performed on Fiendfyre, I still have to sigh that this is a really wonderful transformation." "I think it is difficult to find a student in Hogwarts who is better than you in Transfiguration spells." The older cat girl's voice has just fallen.

"Isn't this worth a few points for Ravenclaw?" Professor Flitwick immediately gave Ian a thumbs up and looked at Professor McGonagall who was flying beside him.

His eyes were filled with desire for the house points, even more fervent than the little wizard. This might be the competitive spirit of the top students, and it remained the same even after being the dean for many years.

"We need to return to the castle... I'll remember it." Professor McGonagall nodded helplessly. She became more and more depressed as to why a reckless man like Ian who liked to hide his tricks could be a Ravenclaw.

He pondered for a moment.

Professor McGonagall then said to Ian, "You are excellent, Mr. Prince, but I hope you can respect your own talent. Your level is far beyond your peers, so what you need is more accumulation."

"At least this is the case when it comes to Transfiguration. It is an extremely dangerous magic. There are too many brilliant geniuses who have suffered irreparable consequences because of their eagerness for quick success."

Professor McGonagall's tone of voice was extremely serious, and it fully demonstrated her concern for Ian. Over the years, she had seen many talented wizards fall into disrepair due to overconfidence.

"Of course, you taught us this in the first class." Ian nodded humbly. He knew that Professor McGonagall was worried that he would secretly try Animagus.

"If you want to get some knowledge in advance, you can come to my office." Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with Ian's attitude and gave Ian the right to knock on her office door.

"Yeah, thank you very much."

Ian immediately bowed slightly.

He actually had a plan for his Animagus training, but it certainly wasn't for this year. After all, no matter who was looking after him, it was safest to improve his Transfiguration level as much as possible.

Otherwise, the scene of turning into half animal and half human is really too scary. You know, the failed magic transformation is likely to be irreversible for life. Just look at the ugly face without a nose and the much dumber IQ to know how scary it is.

Just as Ian was about to walk towards the impatient Snape, Professor Sprout lowered his flying altitude and came to him. The Hufflepuff professor was very satisfied with Ian's behavior of helping Hagrid.

"Why didn't you come to our Hufflepuff? I remember you were always very low-key during class, but I secretly saw you helping several little Hufflepuff wizards during class."

Professor Sprout also expressed Professor McGonagall's thoughts.

But her praise made Ian's eyes evade and he felt guilty.

"Did you actually see it..." The young wizard was a little worried about what Professor Sprout saw. He was sharing some sensitive knowledge with the little Hufflepuff witches in class.

The library's restricted section contains tips on how to cultivate mutant biting cabbage.

This isn't that dangerous?

Ian just wanted to help his classmates unlock epic achievements.

This should also be considered as helping others.

"time to go!"

Snape couldn't help but speak to Ian after all. He felt that if Ian continued to enjoy being praised like this, he might do something even more outrageous than today in the future.

"Yes, I think we should go back too." Dumbledore raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, which turned out to be a jewelry made from a broken time converter.

"Go back and stay here, don't run out." Professor Flitwick reminded the young wizard of his own academy. He probably also discovered that Ian was an uneasy guy.

"It's time for us to start our work." Professor McGonagall turned the direction of the flying broom and looked towards the deep forbidden forest ahead. She took the lead and flew out in a wild flying posture.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick followed closely behind. Although they were facing one of the most dangerous dark wizards in history, the three deans obviously did not feel timid at all.

Seeing the three deans disappear in the jungle, Hagrid shouted that they didn't want to wait for him, and he carried the stretcher that Ian had conjured up and plunged directly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

There was indeed a lot of noise wherever he went. In this respect, Snape was not really a hard-core villain.

"Prince! I remember I warned you not to cause me any more trouble, but look at what you did! You were so bold as to challenge the Dark Lord!"

As soon as everyone else left, Snape started to criticize Ian. It seemed like he had been suppressing his anger for a long time, and now he vented it all on Ian.

"Why? Are you so impatient? Are you so eager to make a big move, to tell us, to tell everyone, that you will replace the Dark Lord of the past?"

"I've never seen such an arrogant kid like you!" Snape roared angrily in front of Dumbledore, with a hint of fear in his tone.

"I don't want to be the Dark Lord, uncle." Ian looked up at the black bat in front of him. His sincere words made Snape's expression less ugly.

At least this statement is in the right direction.

"You should be thankful that the Dark Lord is not in a good condition! Otherwise, I think I can only collect your body... No! Maybe the Dark Lord won't even leave you a body!"

"He knows how to eat children better than anyone!" Snape seemed to want to scare Ian with such sinister remarks. Ian immediately pretended to be frightened and showed an expression of disbelief.

"As long as the worst has not happened, everything is fine, Snape. You don't have to blame Mr. Prince too much. He at least showed the courage to protect others in a critical moment." Dumbledore led the way towards the school castle. He spoke softly and said something for Ian.

"He could have informed us right after he chased that guy away. Look what he did, chasing that guy for dozens of kilometers in the forbidden forest!"

Snape still felt somewhat resentful.

"I was indeed a little too reckless." Ian admitted his mistake immediately. He should have cooperated with Snape's performance and did not choose to turn a blind eye. He already knew how to straighten out Snape.

This is not.

Snape's expression turned from gloomy to brighter.

"You have to be put in solitary confinement and made to clean those smelly toilets." Of course, he still insisted on punishing Ian so that he could learn a lesson and remember it.

"..."

Ian believed that this was definitely not the kind of confinement that Hogwarts should have, but he also knew that as one of the deans, Snape did have the right to decide to impose such a punishment on him.

"No magic! I'll keep an eye on you!" Snape's continued emphasis broke Ian's plan. Dumbledore did not give Ian any help.

Just as Ian was wondering whether he could give up some gold Galleons and let his good roommate drink the Polyjuice Potion instead of himself to complete Snape's persecution of him this time.

The castle was within sight.

"Come with me!"

Snape looked up and saw the students at the window who were still looking towards the Forbidden Forest through the telescope. He grabbed Ian and wanted to take Ian back to Hogwarts through the secret passage.

"Snape, I need to borrow Mr. Prince to learn more about the situation in the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Snape.

Snape's expression changed several times.

"You are the principal, you have the final say."

He looked at Dumbledore deeply and decisively let go of Ian's hand.

"Watch your mouth, and don't let me hear you bragging about your achievements in school." Snape gave Ian a stern warning.

He emphasized the words "great achievements" and dragged out his voice. After he finished speaking, he shook his sleeves and turned around to walk out of the castle.

"What does he want to do?"

Ian didn't quite understand what Snape was doing.

"Who knows."

Dumbledore shrugged.

"I think we should go to the principal's office and talk about my worthless student." As he said that, Dumbledore took Ian into the castle and came to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Honey jelly."

Dumbledore gave the command to enter.

Ian knew that there was no point in writing it down. The password to this room changed too frequently. Sometimes he even thought that Dumbledore was suffering from paranoia.

Following Dumbledore inside, walking up the spiral staircase and pushing open the wooden door, Ian did not see the Phoenix Fawkes, and the windows in the office were at an angle where sunlight could reach them.

The sunlight, like carefully polished gold thread, penetrates through the window with warmth into the gaps between the curtains in the room. As the curtains sway, the light and shadow on the wall constantly change shape.

In the spacious office, a pot of hot tea was steaming on the desk, and the fragrance of tea was everywhere. Next to the teacup, there was a strange pastry that Ian could not recognize.

Some of them look like pancakes, but they are full of jam.

"Would you like a drink?"

Dumbledore poured himself a cup of tea, and then without waiting for Ian to answer, he poured Ian a cup as well. He drank the tea, which looked quite hot, in one gulp.

"I still prefer honey lemon water."

Ian didn't touch the tea on the table. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dumbledore or thought he would add truth serum to the tea. He was just worried that after drinking the tea, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night and would go out for a night stroll.

Snape looked genuinely pissed.

Ian felt that he had to be quiet for a few days - he also felt a little aggrieved. He was just a little boy who went out to pick mushrooms, but who knew that he would pick Voldemort's poisonous mushroom.

"Then you can make some yourself." Dumbledore pointed to the honey not far away. He sat down in his seat, looking a little tired.

"I can hold it in for a bit. It's almost time for dinner."

Ian's answer made Dumbledore nod without comment. Just as Ian was looking at Dumbledore in confusion, he had been drinking tea for three cups but still didn't speak.

"Do you have the stone?" Dumbledore asked suddenly. It was so abrupt that even Ian, who had been wondering why Dumbledore had called him here, was stunned.

"Of course it's still there."

Ian thought Dumbledore would talk about things related to Voldemort, and even take him to visit his memory again. However, he never expected that he was actually concerned about the Resurrection Stone given to him by Grindelwald.

His answer made Dumbledore's expression brighten.

"I need to borrow it temporarily..." Dumbledore's eyes suddenly brightened frighteningly, his hands trembled slightly, and then he seemed to realize his gaffe and quickly made up for it.

"This is for a certain purpose...I can't tell you the purpose yet." This excuse was not very good. Anyone who came could see that it was an excuse.

"Principal Dumbledore, that can't resurrect anyone. I think we all know that." Ian frowned slightly and did not take out the Resurrection Stone immediately.

"Of course I know that."

Dumbledore's eyes flickered.

"Believe me, I won't go astray like those idiots, I just... have a plan, yes, I have a plan." His voice was full of meaning.

It still has that unfathomable feeling.

But Ian's frown deepened.

"Ok."

Ian did not say anything else, nor did he reveal his thoughts to Dumbledore. He directly took out a Resurrection Stone ring that shone with a deep luster.

"It's here."

Ian pushed the Resurrection Stone Ring towards Dumbledore.

"thanks, thanks."

Dumbledore quickly raised his hands to cover the Resurrection Stone Ring. He thanked Ian with a trembling voice. His expression, as if he was suppressing some emotion, made Ian stand up very consciously.

"I'll leave first?"

He saw Dumbledore nodding like a chick pecking at rice, and immediately walked towards the door of the principal's office. Soon, he completely left the principal's office area along the spiral staircase.

"I didn't notice it."

Looking back at the huge stone beast that jumped back to its guarding position, Ian's eyes flickered slightly. Without saying a word, he reached out and took out the live point map from his purse.

I saw.

The Marauder's Map showed the small black dots representing the wizards in the school, including the principal's office. The only small black dot in that room was extremely eye-catching.

Aberforth Dumbledore.

(End of this chapter)