Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 120 119: Ridiculous story! And... don't push me!

The name is clearly visible on Ian's homemade version of the Marauder's Map.

Aberforth Dumbledore.

This was still Dumbledore, of course, but not the Dumbledore that everyone knew and appreciated, and it hung over the only person in the Headmaster's office.

"My damn insight is so fascinating." Looking at the black spot in the principal's office, Ian's expression did not change with a curled lip.

He had already noticed that something was wrong with Dumbledore, having noticed it from the very beginning when they were in the Forbidden Forest, and that something was wrong became even more obvious after they arrived at the headmaster's office.

Perhaps Albus Dumbledore would allow Voldemort to carry out his activities in secret for some reason, but as the headmaster, Dumbledore would not find eight hundred excuses to avoid going with the professors to search for Voldemort just to go back to his office for a cup of tea. Ian clearly felt timid when he was in the Forbidden Forest.

Would Dumbledore be intimidated by Voldemort?

Of course not!

Moreover, it was extremely abnormal for Ian to be able to sense his emotions so easily. Under normal circumstances, this would never happen before Albus Dumbledore lost control of his emotions.

Ian's observation skills were quite sharp. He realized that Dumbledore had been acting as if he would wait for some time before deciding anything since the Forbidden Forest. No matter how he looked at it, he looked like a summer intern who was doing his job perfunctorily, the kind of person who would think he won as long as the problem wasn't with his "work".

Such behavior was too strange and did not seem like the principal that Ian was familiar with!

Also, they had clearly agreed to come to the principal's office to discuss the issue of Voldemort, but after arriving at the office, Dumbledore, who had been drinking tea, showed no interest in Voldemort at all. Not only did he not ask any questions about Voldemort, but he instead asked about the Resurrection Stone, which should have been kept secret from Grindelwald.

This is also a very strange place. It's not that Ian thinks Dumbledore will not be tempted by the Resurrection Stone, but Dumbledore will never be so impatient no matter what.

How could a man who could be called the White Lord not have any cunning? You have to know that Dumbledore was tempted by the Resurrection Stone and couldn't wait to put on the ring because he didn't know that his sister was living well in the Twilight Zone, and he had never made a "death by old age" agreement with his sister through Ian's connection.

His father died in Azkaban, his mother died due to out-of-control magic, his sister died in an accident...it was these things intertwined that drove Dumbledore to abandon his reason.

The situation now is obviously different. When Dumbledore got the Resurrection Stone, he didn't even hesitate whether to let Ian seek Ariana's consent, or to combine Ian's special talents to try to discuss and explore the secret of the Resurrection Stone. It was as if he had no idea about the information Ian had already revealed to him.

Therefore.

At this time Ian was almost certain that the Dumbledore he was facing was a fake. The most suspicious thing was his attitude, as if he was determined to use the Resurrection Stone but didn't want Ian to know.

That is, after sensing the other party's psychological emotions, he realized who the impostor might be. As soon as he went out and looked at the Marauder's Map, Ian immediately confirmed his guess.

Aberforth was apparently careless and didn't realize that props like the Marauder's Map existed.

of course.

It is also possible that his own magical attainments are limited, unlike the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who is now in the underground classroom, the scene of the ghosts' party, who has many means to impersonate others in the true sense. Based on Ian's short contact, he thinks that Aberforth is likely to have both.

"I just don't know how Aberforth Dumbledore guessed that the Resurrection Stone was with me..." Ian touched his chin. He felt like he was the Sherlock Holmes of Hogwarts.

The fact that he was able to use the headmaster's office proved that Aberforth's impersonation was probably allowed by Albus Dumbledore, or even possible that it was arranged by Albus Dumbledore.

I believe that with that letter sent from the misty fantasy to the human world, even if the relationship between the two brothers has not been restored, it is more or less better than the situation of never seeing each other again. It is entirely possible that Dumbledore asked his brother to show up in Dumbledore's name at certain times when he was away.

In fact.

Even if something happens, Aberforth can still serve as a fighting force. Aberforth's strength is unquestionable. After all, the Dumbledore family has never produced a weak person.

Whether it was Ariana or the young man whom Ian had met in the Twilight Zone before, the kind reminder who might have saved the entire Hogwarts, the fact that he could live as an Obscurial much longer than other Obscurials must be due to the powerful bloodline of the Dumbledore family.

Even though Aberforth seemed mediocre to many people, he was actually one of the top wizards in the wizarding world. He could be regarded as a unique force in the Order of the Phoenix after the loss of Albus.

"There has never been a mediocre person in the Dumbledore family..." Ian turned his head and looked towards the headmaster's office again. He was probably one of the people in Hogwarts who knew the Dumbledore family best. Because of this, he knew very well that although Aberforth was not as invincible as his brother, he should also be a rare strong man.

even.

Aberforth's talent, in their time, was probably second only to the two best wizards of the time - you have to know that this guy was almost decadent all his life but still stronger than most wizards, which already explains his talent problem. The worst thing about Aberforth Dumbledore was probably his in-depth understanding of magic.

This can be seen from the fact that Aberforth Dumbledore's name appeared on Ian's Marauder's Map, and from the fact that Ian stood outside the headmaster's office for so long and thought about so many things, but Aberforth in the headmaster's office was still sitting steadily at his desk and did not realize that the Resurrection Stone Ian handed over was a fake.

Aberforth's in-depth exploration of magic probably only stayed in his youth... Ian could even imagine a scene where Aberforth was probably still using reading glasses to study the fake Resurrection Stone ring, muttering to himself "how should this thing be used".

"The only problem is that if the real headmaster finds out that the Resurrection Stone Ring is in my possession, I will definitely be severely punished by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Our professor has told me not to let Dumbledore know." Ian confirmed again and again that Aberforth had not chased out, then he raised his foot and walked towards the stairs.

He quickly thought of a response strategy - to tell the truth, but ignore the timeline. He could just tell Albus Dumbledore that he gave the real Resurrection Stone ring to Ms. Ravenclaw.

Dear headmaster, you can't go to the crater to ask Ms. Ravenclaw for confirmation, right? Even if the truth is revealed one day, Ian just omitted the fact that Ms. Ravenclaw returned the ring to him.

"This is the art of language!" Ian looked down from the movable staircase and saw many little wizards heading to the auditorium. It was just time for the Hogwarts elves to have lunch.

He had originally planned to avoid the limelight and take a detour to the elves' kitchen to eat a shabu-shabu hotpot, but he never expected that the sharp-eyed young Ravenclaw wizards would block him directly at the end of the stairs.

The eyes of this group of people were frighteningly bright. They didn't ask any questions and just surrounded Ian. It looked like they were crowding around him, but Ian felt like he was being forced into the auditorium.

The aroma of food filled the entire auditorium.

The students who had arrived one after another were already seated at the long tables of the four major colleges, but no one was particularly enthusiastic about eating. They all gathered in groups of three or four, whispering to each other.

The class leaders tried to maintain order during dinner, but to no avail. Ian vaguely heard students of all grades discussing what had happened in the Forbidden Forest.

The word "dragon" was mentioned repeatedly. When Ian was dragged into the auditorium, many students' eyes immediately turned to him.

There were looks of disbelief, shock, wonder, and even fear and terror in their eyes - Ian finally lost his patience and grabbed a familiar little wizard around him and started asking questions.

"What's wrong with you? And why are they looking at me in such strange ways!" Ian was speechless. He even found that a little witch was frightened to tears by just one look from him.

"We are waiting for you, little professor, to tell us what happened. We bet you will take the initiative to show off to us. Michael opened a handicap in Ravenclaw College."

The person who was caught was the Chocolate Frog boy. He immediately answered Ian's doubts quickly, "As for the people from other colleges... it's probably because Miss Greengrass told her fabricated story to almost everyone she met after class. This story seems to have been promoted by Gryffindor now."

Ian was slightly stunned by what the Chocolate Frog boy said.

"what story?"

Ian had a bad feeling.

"Miss Greengrass said that you fought against three hundred adult wizards in the Forbidden Forest and killed them all..." The Chocolate Frog Boy obviously didn't believe this.

The same goes for the other young Ravenclaw wizards.

How could their little professor kill someone? This little professor was a gentle little boy who repeatedly reminded them not to hurt others when teaching them some less dangerous curses!
"Those Slytherin snakes are just so bad!"

"The version I heard was that the young professor fought against Grindelwald... Grindelwald was beaten away with his tail between his legs. I think since Grindelwald has a tail, he might be the male succubus."

"Huh? Why did I hear that the young professor was chased by Grindelwald riding on a mysterious man? It was said that the mysterious man was reincarnated as an ostrich in the Forbidden Forest!"

"The Gryffindor twins also said that they saw you staying up at night and going out for a walk. They said that if you were unhappy at night, you would go to the Forbidden Forest to catch a few centaurs or unicorns to eat."

……

As the Chocolate Frog boy spoke, the other little Ravenclaw wizards couldn't hold it back and chattered on to add some of the things they knew.

Ian became more and more confused as he listened, and his eyes were almost staring at ET aliens.

All I can say is good guy!

How long has it been since the Forbidden Forest incident occurred?

There are so many different versions of rumors! ? What the hell is Grindelwald riding a You-Know-Who? The Gryffindor twins can have even more outrageous versions? !
"Nonsense! It's all nonsense!" Ian felt overwhelmed. Seeing him loudly refute, the little wizards of Ravenclaw all showed expressions of "as expected".

"Don't worry, little professor. We all believe you. The evil Slytherin students are just trying to discredit you."

"Yes, yes, William said he saw the truth, and we believe William's statement."

"You definitely haven't participated in any dark wizard activities. We know that you just raised dozens of dragons in the Forbidden Forest... When the dragons grow up, can you sell me some meat?"

……

The comfort from the little wizards did not make Ian feel much better. He looked around but couldn't find William. He looked forward and found that William had run to the Hufflepuff table.

The green-haired boy even held a loudspeaker microphone that he had found from somewhere.

"You all know Ian Prince from our school. He is simply a legend. He has dozens of fire dragons that are as big as houses."

"Maybe it will grow even bigger than our school's castle. Those dragons will have fire coming out of their bodies. Ian was riding this mutant fire dragon to chase the dark wizard Grindelwald!" William seemed unaware that Ian had arrived at the auditorium. He was vividly telling the badgers a stitched version of the rumor.

"But, there shouldn't be any dragons in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts?" The little badger still maintained his intelligence, but this part of his intelligence was ruthlessly taken away by William's answer.

"It's precisely because there aren't any that Ian decided to raise one. I think he did it so that we and our children can live in a diverse environment where we can see live dragons." William's tone was serious and his voice was powerful. Several little wizards who were about to question him lost their confidence because of his aura.

"I saw it with my own eyes, how could I be wrong?" William even patted his chest to make a promise. He didn't realize that Ian was standing behind him at this time.

"Should I call you William of Divine Eyes?" Ian's voice was a little gritted. He saw William's whole body tremble suddenly as if he was frightened.

"It really scared me to death!"

When the green-haired boy turned around, his face was full of excitement. "Ian! Come on! Tell us about your dragons! Can you take me out to touch their butts tonight?"

He still likes fire dragons so much.

And the hobbies are unique.

I wonder if this is why I wanted to turn into a dragon so much in Transfiguration class.

"There are no dragons in Hogwarts! I don't have any fire dragon! That's Transfiguration! Idiot!" Ian snatched the loudspeaker from William's hand.

"So, is it really you? The one who made such a big noise in the Forbidden Forest?" William was stunned for just a second, then his eyes widened as if he had grasped the point.

"..."

From the emotional feedback he sensed from William, Ian realized that this guy was not actually a clairvoyant, but was just making up a story. Perhaps this guy saw nothing from the beginning to the end.

"Didn't you say you saw it?"

Ian's teeth were almost broken by himself.

"It's none of my business! It's Professor Lockhart! It's our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who said that if I spread the word about your deeds, he will give us Ravenclaw ten extra points!"

William immediately gave in and revealed the truth.

"?????"

Ian was confused again.

"I actually think this is a story created by Professor Lockhart on the spur of the moment. Maybe it's improvisation?" William smiled awkwardly and tried to brush off the non-existent dust on Ian's robe.

"What are you doing!"

Ian is one of the only two young wizards who knows the true identity of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He finds it outrageous. Could it be that this old man, once known as the first Dark Lord, is addicted to role-playing?

"Where's Greengrass?"

Ian thought of another rumormonger mentioned by the young wizards. He looked at the Slytherin table. Not only was Greengrass not in the hall, but even Aurora was nowhere to be found.

"She is at the castle gate."

A little wizard showed Ian the way.

Ian immediately grabbed three chicken legs from the Hufflepuff table, and before the badgers could react, he rushed out of the hall while chewing on the chicken legs.

"Do you know? Prince from Ravenclaw discovered the founder's treasure in the Forbidden Forest and released dozens of fire dragons guarding the treasure."

"Student, you may also want to know about the commotion this afternoon. It was actually because Prince from Ravenclaw broke an ancient seal in the Forbidden Forest."

"Please stay for a moment, classmate. I want to praise another classmate of ours, Ian Prince. He successfully used his dragon to scare off the coalition of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest."

……

As soon as we approached the castle gate.

Ian heard the weak voice of Daphne Greengrass. She was really spreading different rumors and stories to every student wizard who passed by.

She looked a little dry-mouthed and hoarse, but she still firmly stopped every person passing by. The stories that came out of her mouth were never the same. "I really want to know... what you are doing... Miss Greengrass..." Ian found that when he passed by, Daphne Greengrass, who had dull eyes and seemed to have lost hope in life, even wanted to hold him back and tell him the "good news" story about Ian Prince.

"Sorry! Sorry! This... this is really not what I want to do!" Daphne Greengrass was like a frightened deer after she found out that the person she was holding was Ian.

She stumbled back a few steps, then suddenly bowed to Ian and began to apologize without stopping, her pretty face full of panic and timidity.

"Let me guess, is it Professor Lockhart?" Ian's gaze rested on the red book in Daphne Greengrass's hand. Most of the stories told by this little Slytherin wizard came from this book. After all, Daphne Greengrass had been reading with her head down when she stopped others, and her tone sounded like she was reciting words.

"It's him, that hateful...horrible professor." Daphne Greengrass' voice was tearful. When he mentioned Grindelwald, he only dared to use a voice as small as a mosquito. His pale face kept looking around cautiously, as if he was afraid that Grindelwald would pop up from somewhere.

"He said that I must tell at least five hundred people what is described in the book before tonight, otherwise he will make me kiss a Dementor in the next class." After confirming that Grindelwald would not suddenly attack, Daphne Greengrass told her experience in a terrified tone.

"..."

Ian never thought that Grindelwald had such a bad taste. He looked again at the tightly held red book. The opened pages were automatically weaving different stories.

This is clearly an alchemical creation.

They were able to freely create many stories with Ian Prince as the protagonist. However, due to the carelessness of the producers, the quality of the stories created was outrageous.

"No professor would dare to do something that would hurt a little wizard. Dumbledore would never agree to it." Ian was sure that Grindelwald was only trying to scare the child in front of him.

Because of Dumbledore's "restraints", this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't even dare to kill malicious Muggles who blocked his way, so how could he possibly lay hands on the young wizards in the school?

Ian felt that his judgment was probably correct.

but.

Daphne Greengrass obviously didn't share the same idea as him.

"No, I... I have discovered that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, an internationally renowned author, is probably a hidden lunatic!"

"Haven't you taken his class on Dementors? Although he told everyone that it was just an illusion created by mental magic, I clearly saw it before his class..."

"He literally has Dementors in the school!"

Speaking of it.

Daphne Greengrass' tears were already streaming down her face.

The once-arrogant pure-blood descendant of Slytherin now had a face as pale as a female ghost, and even her voice was filled with uncontrollable fear and trembling.

"Classmate, I want to tell you about this person next to me..." Perhaps because she was getting more and more scared the more she thought about it, Daphne Greengrass stopped a student in front of Ian.

Although the red book in her hand was indeed made with a simple process, she never expected that the content generated could actually sense that Ian was next to the person telling the story.

"That's right. This classmate of mine defeated the Desire Demon in the Forbidden Forest and killed three hundred succubi in the Forbidden Forest. Then he came back to us as if nothing had happened."

Say something.

Seeing Daphne Greengrass grabbing someone and telling them a fabricated story about herself, even Ian felt a little ashamed.

He tried to persuade Daphne Greengrass not to continue, however, Daphne Greengrass's fear of him was obviously no greater than the psychological trauma brought to her by the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Daphne Greengrass seemed determined to complete the "task" assigned by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. While apologizing to Ian, she kept stopping the passing wizards.

She was like someone with schizophrenia. She apologized to Ian every time she told a story, and then continued to tell the story with someone else. She would bow to him whenever she mentioned Ian.

The spirit of craftsmanship is implemented more thoroughly than Ian.

"..."

Ian was really unable to hold it back. The little wizards who were stopped by Daphne Greengrass looked at him as if he was forcing Daphne Greengrass to do this.

"I have to find... Professor Lockhart!" Ian really didn't understand Grindelwald's confusing behavior. Could it be that Grindelwald had predicted in advance that he would give the Resurrection Stone to Aberforth?
But what he gave was fake!

Can this be retaliated against severely by Lao Ge?
It can't be that Daphne Greengrass offended Grindelwald!
Just as Ian took out the Marauder's Map and confirmed that Grindelwald was still near the basement and had not left, he was about to find Grindelwald to ask what was going on.

"Ok?"

Ian saw the figure of the Muggle Studies professor at the corner ahead. His nose twitched twice, and then he subconsciously wanted to take out the wand from under his robe.

"How about we go catch some bugs tonight?"

"Okay, okay, but we have to catch two of them. When they grow up, we can let them have babies. Our descendants will be endless, and we will definitely get rich from this!"

The voice of a little wizard sounded in his ears. There were little wizards coming and going all around. Ian's eyes flickered, but he did not pull out his wand in the end.

"Dumbledore wouldn't still want him to touch the Philosopher's Stone, would he?" Quirrell's back was reflected in Ian's pupils. This scoundrel professor had changed from a clean-loving boy to a slovenly person.

Not close yet.

You can smell an unpleasant garlic smell.

This is exactly the same as Ian's understanding of the state after being possessed by Voldemort.

only.

There seems to be some discrepancy in the details.

"I remember it should be hung on the head?"

Ian frowned with a slightly puzzled expression.

Under his gaze, Quirrell gradually disappeared into the corridor at the other end of the corner. The large circle of garlic wrapped around his waist, with a tail hanging behind his butt, was extremely conspicuous.

The garlic tails swinging back and forth look like a bunch of fuse.

"Brush~"

Ian finally couldn't help himself.

Secretly and secretly lit a fire on Quirrell's ass.

As the flames suddenly rose up, Quirrell immediately jumped up in panic, and the little wizards around him were also frightened.

"Fire! Fire! The professor's butt is on fire!"

"Use a freezing spell!"

"No! You should use the Spring Water Spell!"

"I haven't learned it yet! But I can put out fire with a broom! Come on, broomstick!"

……

There was chaos everywhere.

The little wizards enthusiastically showed off their magical powers. Some sprayed water on Quirrell's butt, some tried to freeze Quirrell's butt into an ice lump, and some poor students even went up with a broom and attacked him crazily.

"No! Don't do this!"

"what!!!"

"Stop it now!"

Between the chaos.

Ian seemed to hear two people screaming.

……

No. 4 Privet Drive.

As the sky gradually darkened, the streets were slowly embraced by a soft and mysterious twilight.

The afterglow of the setting sun is like diluted golden paint, lightly painted on every inch of space, but this light is gradually fading, making way for the coming night.

The leaves on the trees on both sides of the street appeared deep green in the faint light. Occasionally, a few leaves were gently shaken off by the evening breeze, slowly drifting to the ground with an almost inaudible rustling sound.

As the night deepened, street lamps began to light up one by one, and the dim light overflowed from the lampshades, covering this ordinary street with a warm and slightly nostalgic veil. The light intertwined with the fading skylight, which was neither completely bright during the day nor completely dark at night.

There was an old man sitting on a bench on the street, looking at the house in front of him with lights on and figures flashing. His eyes were always fixed on the smallest figure.

"Do you know how chaotic the school is?" A figure in a black robe sat down next to the old man. His face was full of displeasure and his tone was full of complaints.

"Severus, your insight is still as sharp as ever." The old man seemed a little surprised at Snape's arrival. He turned his head slightly and looked at Snape beside him.

"The impostor you found...his disguise was very poor." Snape responded with contempt, and his eyes looked towards the house in front with some complexity.

They were like two lonely old people sitting quietly on a bench.

There were few pedestrians around, with only one or two people hurrying home occasionally. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty streets, adding to the tranquility of the night.

"Please forgive someone who has never thought of helping me. He is really not good at this kind of thing. He has done his best to hide it from the other professors."

The old man spoke in defense of his brother.

Snape didn't want to continue discussing this issue with the old man.

"Albus! We found that guy's trace in the Forbidden Forest!" Snape seemed dissatisfied with the old man's reaction and attitude. He emphasized the seriousness of the problem. "Whatever you want to do here, that guy is here a year earlier than we agreed!"

Voldemort's appearance obviously did not surprise the old man.

Instead, he was somewhat surprised.

But Snape felt more and more confused about this.

"You must return to school! Make sure... Ian doesn't try to provoke that guy again!" Snape felt a headache when he mentioned what happened in the Forbidden Forest this afternoon.

"Don't worry, I have made very proper arrangements. No one can harm Mr. Prince. This is also very important to me."

Dumbledore seemed unaware of the message in Snape's words. His attention was always on the house in front of him, and his mind was troubled by other things.

"You don't plan to go back to school? It's already this late... That child whose father is so despicable won't be enrolled until next year. What on earth do you want to do here now?"

Snape also noticed Dumbledore's gaze.

He looked again at the window of the house in front of him where people were gathered. The thin figure made him look a little disgusted, but also a little difficult to describe.

"I still need some time. This is a very important matter." Dumbledore's eyes were also quite complicated. He crossed his hands in front of him and clenched them tightly for the whole afternoon.

"The important thing you mentioned is just staring at Lily's child? I've been watching you for a long time. You've been sitting here for at least five hours!"

Snape felt like he was being fooled by the headmaster next to him.

however.

Dumbledore sighed heavily, his wrinkled face seemed to have aged a lot, and his voice was hoarse and hesitant.

"Give me some more time, I'm thinking of some better options. Believe me, Severus, the last thing you should do now is to force me to make a decision." Dumbledore's eyes shook slightly, and the strange expression on his face made Snape seem to have returned to the time not long ago when the other party took the Slytherin student away from his office.

"why?"

Snape had a bad feeling in his heart.

The old man in front of him spoke in a gentle tone, without revealing any obvious emotions. But Snape felt his scalp tingling for some reason, and a chill in his heart.

"because……"

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, hiding his eyes.

"That would make you sad."

There was a hint of heaviness and helplessness in his voice.

"Of course, that includes me."

(End of this chapter)