Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 122 121: Three good shows! The wrong secret room!
Next to the dim corridor.

Ian first ran to a distance and cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, then quickly turned back, clinging to the mottled stone wall and peeking inside through the dimly lit door of the shed.

Albus Dumbledore and his brother Aberforth Dumbledore were still arguing fiercely.

"If you hand it over now, maybe I can forgive your recklessness."

"If you said it's not with me, then it's not with me. I don't even know what you put in there. Apart from the letter, I didn't see anything else in there!"

"No one knows I have the letter except you... Do you really believe I won't use Legilimency on you? Or are you so stupid that you would cast a Memory Charm on yourself after stealing something?"

"Damn it! Albus! You are the real bastard! I was curious and went to your office to find the answer myself just because you didn't tell me where the letter came from!"

"Aberforth, I did that for your own good. Some truths will only crush your fragile nerves now... Give it back to me, and I will tell you everything when the time is right."

"I didn't take anything! I'm giving it back to you, you stinky ass!"

……

Ian witnessed a wonderful show in time, which was a scene that other young wizards and even professors might not be able to imagine. As Aberforth swung his fist as if he could no longer bear it, Albus Dumbledore responded without showing any weakness, and also swung his fist and wrestled with Aberforth.

Yes, there is no magic duel, only a dream-like primitive brawl.

The sound of bang bang bang continued.

hard to imagine.

This is a scene that can be seen in Hogwarts Castle for free.

The over 100-year-old man, the headmaster of Hogwarts who should have been wise and calm, and his brother who was also 100 years old, were fighting like children in the Owl Shed.

"Puff, puff, puff~"

The owls were awakened by the sudden noise, flapping their wings, hooting, and flying towards the window, trying to escape the chaotic scene. However, the two old men seemed to be completely immersed in their own world, fighting fiercely, and completely ignoring the chaos around them.

They probably fully demonstrated the toughness and tenacity of the wizard's life. Although their movements were not as agile as those of young people, every blow was aimed at the face and nose.

There was no effort.

It's not a fake fight either.

Ian swore he saw nosebleed gushing out in the dim room.

"Oh my God! Teeth! Are those the headmaster's teeth or Aberforth's teeth?" He regretted that he didn't have any photography equipment, otherwise he would definitely record this scene.

really.

When you take a night tour, you will always encounter things that you would never dare to think about during the day, and it seems that all the people in Hogwarts have the custom of discussing various things in remote places.

Whether it was from the original book where the three saviors always happened to hear some secrets from time to time, or Ian's current personal experience, it seemed to verify that wizards didn't seem to know that privacy should be discussed in a place where no one could pass by. He and Aurora had witnessed Quirrell contacting Voldemort before.

"Should I go and stop the fight or not?" Ian originally heard that the two people seemed to be arguing about the letters he brought, and he was thinking of stepping out and saying something so that others would not think that he could not bring the letters. As long as the courier fee was enough, he could directly bring out a hundred photos and letters next time.

The kind where each person gets 100 letters.

However, after discovering the two old men fighting like naughty children, Ian did not dare to show up. He was afraid that the two angry men would drag him into the fight.

Ian still couldn't do something like punching an old man, and looking at the way the two men were fighting, he even felt that he might not be able to beat the 100-year-old man.

"You are crazy!"

Albus Dumbledore's silver hair was disheveled during the fight, but his deep blue eyes remained restrained. On the other hand, Aberforth was obviously overwhelmed by anger.

"Without your vicious magic! Do you think you can defeat me?"

His face was distorted with anger, and every time he swung his fist, there was a whistling sound, as if he wanted to pour out all the dissatisfaction and anger that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

"I know you still have deep resentment towards me in your heart, but this is not you stealing my share..." Albus Dumbledore had not finished speaking.

Aberforth pounced again.

The bloody fist was swung with such ferocity.

Albus Dumbledore finally couldn't bear it anymore. He was relatively restrained when he fought back before, but after being provoked by Aberforth, he completely let go.

It has to be said that Albus Dumbledore is the most outstanding graduate of Gryffindor House after all. Not only is he powerful in magic, but his fighting skills are also far superior to his younger brother who has wasted most of his life.

Aberforth began to be beaten.

Screaming again and again.

But Albus Dumbledore seemed not to hear it. The way he pinned Aberforth to the ground and beat him non-stop made Ian, who was witnessing it outside the door, feel his scalp tingling.

He had never seen Albus Dumbledore so out of control.

With the moonlight outside the window, Ian could see that the expression on Albus Dumbledore's face had also become angry and hateful. It was obviously no longer because of the letter and the photo in the letter.

Thinking about the truth he learned from Albus Dumbledore's memory, Ian began to realize that behind this seemingly childish fight there might be more complex and profound emotional entanglements.

The fight between the two brothers was not so much about a letter or a photo, but rather a release of long-suppressed emotions, a settlement of past grievances, or a struggle for some deep-seated secrets. You know, it was Albus Dumbledore who endured everything.

He took on the responsibilities that an elder brother should have.

however.

Didn't the great white wizard have any resentment towards his brother? Of course not, he was just rational enough to bury and seal his emotions deep in his heart.

The photo that was suspected to be stolen by Aberforth was just a trigger. Aberforth's unreasonable and direct action now was the stimulus to uncover the scar in Albus Dumbledore's heart. Compared with his elder brother Albus Dumbledore, this Dumbledore's self-control was not that outstanding.

of course.

Aberforth would directly attack Albus Dumbledore probably for a similar reason. In Aberforth's memory, the person who killed Ariana was Albus Dumbledore. He had hated Albus Dumbledore for many years and even planned to kill Albus Dumbledore.

Perhaps there is now a compromise in the relationship.

However, the hatred that has accumulated over the years is difficult to eliminate in a short period of time.

"Until now, Aberforth has not told us about the Resurrection Stone. He is really stubborn. It is possible that he stole the photo in the letter from Headmaster Dumbledore."

Ian witnessed the entire battle between the two centenarians. He was very fascinated by the old-age action-packed show. At the same time, he also noticed that Aberforth never revealed the fake one he handed over. Maybe he thought that Albus Dumbledore was able to get the letter because of the Resurrection Stone?

I guess he was planning to take it back and study it secretly.

Look at it from this point.

This fellow was indeed certain from the beginning that Albus Dumbledore would not look through his memories - he was very shrewd, and much more sophisticated than his reckless personality showed.

"I don't know how he knew that the Resurrection Stone was with me." Ian watched as Albus Dumbledore got tired of fighting and slumped down next to Aberforth, who looked like a wimp.

He saw Albus Dumbledore suddenly look up towards the door, and his heart immediately tightened. His legs reacted faster than his brain and he chose to run away. Even if he cast the Disillusionment Charm, he felt it was not safe, so he ran more than ten meters away and ran straight to the stairs that began to change.

Fortunately, he jumped onto the stairs in time, and when he turned around he did not see Albus Dumbledore chasing him out. Only then did he touch his pounding heart and heaved a sigh of relief.

"The old headmaster is still the old headmaster..." Ian was not afraid that Albus Dumbledore would kill him to silence him, he just wanted to avoid the trouble of dealing with the old man insisting that he was just passing by. Just as Ian was riding the changing stairs down and preparing to go to the Hogwarts kitchen to eat something to calm his nerves.

In the Owl Shed.

"Just now, someone was twisting his body outside."

The person who spoke was not Albus Dumbledore, but Aberforth, who was lying on the ground with his hands wide open and his face bruised and swollen. He sounded weak and as if he might die at any time, and his voice was a bit tongue-tied. This was obviously because Aberforth's tongue was swollen by Albus Dumbledore.

"I know."

Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting on the ground, was panting heavily. His physical strength had obviously been consumed by the fight just now. The old wand he took out just hung down from his hand on his knees to the hay on the ground. Looking back at Aberforth who was foaming at the mouth, Albus Dumbledore threw a bottle of potion over.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu~"

Aberforth, who really felt like he was about to faint, quickly used all his strength to grab the potion and drank it, without doubting whether Albus Dumbledore had poisoned it.

"You said that rats got into your school. Was it rats just now?" The bruises and swelling on Aberforth's face had not subsided, but he spoke a little more fluently.

He also had the strength to prop himself up and sat up. The anger and annoyance he had just had during the fight disappeared, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Albus Dumbledore was much calmer.

"Do not."

Albus Dumbledore, with disheveled hair, poked the hay on the ground with his Elder Wand in a very ungraceful manner. The pattern he drew on the ground was reflected in his deep eyes.

The symbol of the Three Sacred Vessels.

"It's just a little wizard who doesn't sleep late at night and wanders around the school at night... This is very common." Albus Dumbledore did not turn his head to meet Aberforth's eyes.

He answered Aberforth's curiosity seemingly casually. Obviously, even with the protection of the Disillusionment Charm, Ian still couldn't escape Albus Dumbledore's perception.

but.

The headmaster of Hogwarts did not seem to want to tell Aberforth the whole truth. Perhaps, as he said, there were some things he did not want Aberforth, who had a weak psychological endurance, to know.

We are brothers after all.

Just give him a beating and that's it.

There is no need to let the other party go back and hang himself.

……

Remove the Disillusionment Charm.

Ian ate and drank his fill in the Hogwarts kitchen, and was seen off by the elves like a leader who had been promoted to a new department. He then began to wander the corridors as a Hogwarts street urchin.

You need to digest food after meals.

This is an insurance against becoming a fat person, and it is also an effective post-meal measure to prevent acid reflux at night. People who have a midnight snack and then go to bed have probably experienced the feeling of acid reflux.

"Fat Lady, why are you visiting the hall?" Ian was digesting his food and familiarizing himself with the uncommon routes of Hogwarts when he encountered the Fat Lady who was visiting other portraits in the middle of the night. She was supposed to be at the door of the Gryffindor Common Room, as the doorkeeper responsible for opening and closing the door.

Just like the bronze eagle head of Ravenclaw, the Fat Lady has always been regarded as a reliable "dormitory manager", but it is obvious that the Fat Lady is sometimes not as dedicated as everyone describes.

To be honest, Ian just greeted the Fat Lady out of surprise, but he didn't expect that the Fat Lady looked flustered and confused, like someone who was caught slacking off.

"I'll be back right away!"

She hurriedly disappeared from a portrait of a witch drinking tea by the river, leaving only the witch who had just brewed tea from the river. After walking back, she looked blankly at the empty grass around her.

"Ms. Violet, have you seen the young Gryffindor recently?" Ian was of course still thinking about Gryffindor's treasure. He even instigated almost all the portraits in the school to rebel. Even the older version of Gryffindor vowed to him that he would help him catch his younger self.

The young wizard felt that this was due to his promise to draw more entertainment items for the portraits.

"No, we've all been helping you find him, but he's nowhere to be seen in any of the portraits these days. I think he was probably bitten to death by your hound in some corner." The witch Violet looked at Ian helplessly and put the pot of tea in her hand on the lawn.

"My precious zombie dog wouldn't kill any portrait! And it must have been killed by Gryffindor!" Ian defended his kindness and the reputation of the "deceased" evil dog.

But the expression on the witch Violet's face became more and more strange.

"Zombie dog... isn't the name dangerous enough?" Witch Violet swore that she had never seen such an abstract portrait, and the teeth were almost longer than her arms.

Most portraits show Ian's hound as he chased the young Gryffindor around Hogwarts, and to this day many portraits still don't know how the dog came to life.

A group of portraits discussed this issue, and they felt that the only reasonable explanation was that the spirit of this little wizard who was reserved for Hogwarts must be a little indescribable.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to bring that abstract hound to life?
"I know you have a good affinity with portraits. If you can help me find that guy, I can paint you a dozen Slavs to grow tea for you."

Ian began to paint a big picture.

"Child, you can't grow anything from a portrait..." The witch Violet showed a somewhat nostalgic expression, "But I really want to have a group of black male slaves."

She licked her lips as she spoke.

Ian didn't dare ask more.

"make a deal!"

He could only pretend that he hadn't thought of anything and clapped his hands at the witch Violet across the frame. The interests and hobbies of these wizards living in the Middle Ages were sometimes really hard to describe.

A portrait in Ravenclaw has become the place where many gambler portraits in Hogwarts often secretly set up gambling games in the middle of the night because of the deck of playing cards and a large gambling table he added to the portrait when he was practicing.

Thus, a major unsolved mystery of Hogwarts was born, because many young wizards saw many knights who had lost their armor, or swordsmen who had lost their swords and were left with only their pants in the corridors of Hogwarts. Those guys who had lost everything even caused the professors to temporarily block some corridors to prevent the young wizards from entering.

Not even an inch of hair.

Too inappropriate for children.

"Perhaps you should also look for places that our portraits cannot reach. Gryffindor is the founder after all, and his portrait may have a wider range of activities than ours."

The witch Violet walked back to the lawn and gave her own suggestions.

"I'm just exploring unknown corners now." Ian deeply agreed with this view. Of course, his night tour was not just to be a street urchin to check whether the portraits were doing their jobs.

After bidding farewell to the portrait of the witch Violet, Ian continued to wander around the huge castle according to the markings on the Marauder's Map. He soon discovered other little wizards who wandered around at night.

They are the Weasley twins from Gryffindor.

George Weasley and Fred Weasley.

Red hair and freckles are the characteristics of their family. Although the Weasley twins look exactly the same, there are still some differences between them in personality and some subtle details.

of course.

The two of them are like-minded in that they like to play pranks and are bold. They are also quite talented in alchemy. Not only are they good at Quidditch, but they will also be the founders of the future Weasleys Magical Joke Shop. This shop specializes in selling all kinds of magic prank toys, such as fat tongue toffee, burp candy, canary biscuits and other props. These products are not only loved by Hogwarts students, but also bring a lot of fun and trouble to the students.

"Unlucky brother."

Ian didn't like the Weasley twins very much because the brothers' products dominated the market at Hogwarts, causing him to lose a large amount of gold Galleons.

There were so many rumors about Ian, and these two brothers also played a big role. Of course, Ian believed that the Weasley brothers had no ill intentions, but this did not prevent him from smiling when he saw the two men being discovered while strolling at night.

It's like cat and mouse.

Or maybe it was like a mouse playing with a cat, and then suddenly it overturned. It was really funny - Ian stood on the stairs and saw the funny scene below.

"This way! Quick! George!"

George quickly ran and hid behind a suit of armor. He called his brother, and soon, the other troublemaker among the twins also appeared in the scene at the bottom of the stairs.

Fred Weasley immediately found a suit of armor and hid behind it. After a while, he saw Filch, the administrator with a disability, also appear in his sight.

"Where's the person! I clearly saw someone!" Not only was he unable to move easily, his physical strength was obviously not as good as that of young people. Now that his cat was not around, he felt as if he had lost his eyes.

To be honest, the reason why many people find the administrator Filch difficult to deal with is mostly because of the cat Filch keeps named Mrs. Norris.

This cat is the real "catcher". Not only is it much faster than Filch, but it also has keen senses and is extremely smart, making it difficult to get rid of.

If a night-wandering wizard is found, the cat will inform Filch, who is familiar with some secret passages in Hogwarts and can intercept the night-wandering wizard through the secret passages in advance.

of course.

Filch did not get the help of the cat tonight, because his cat was caught by Ian and locked in a cage before dinner because of a sneak attack on Ian. He placed Mrs. Norris in a room full of dried fish, and the special cage could not catch the dried fish at all.

This is definitely the best punishment for Mrs. Norris.

Perhaps Ian's own act of revenge inadvertently helped the Weasley brothers. Filch stood in the hall and looked around, but he didn't notice anything wrong with the standing armor.

"Dang~"

There was a slight noise coming from somewhere in the distance, which immediately attracted Filch's attention.

"over there!"

He seemed very sure of his judgment, and immediately limped towards the place where the sound came from. After the alarm was lifted, the two brothers came out from behind their armor.

"He's such a fool."

George wiped the corner of his mouth. He was secretly eating snacks while hiding just now.

"I dare say that if he doesn't catch us, he will be so angry that he won't be able to sleep tonight." Fred Weasley also snatched the snacks from his brother proudly.

"We have to quickly explore the lair of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The Marauder's Map shows that he is not in his office. I bet his office must contain a lot of evidence of criminal violations."

George straightened his clothes which were a little messy because of running away. Obviously, the reason for their night out tonight was to provoke the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Probably out of curiosity.

But Ian felt that the two brothers might really be tired of living.

"Maybe we can win a special contribution award for this! Dumbledore will give us a lot of extra points! We will become great heroes among Gryffindor!"

Fred's expression was full of longing.

"Maybe Dumbledore will allow us to go out at night in the future and supervise the safety of the entire school for him." George also echoed with anticipation, which fully demonstrated that the two brothers really sang the same tune.

Just when the two were about to start their adventure.

"Wow~"

suddenly.

A figure suddenly emerged from the wall behind them, directly pushed down the armor that George had used to hide, and immediately pressed George, who had no time to react, under the armor.

"Sure enough, Hogwarts at night is more exciting than during the day." Ian saw Peeves, who had completed his sneak attack, immediately drilled into the wall again. His elusive operation seemed too skilled.

"My back! Fred! I think my kidneys must have been crushed!"

The full body armor was extremely heavy, and George struggled to push it away but couldn't. Seeing this, Fred immediately cursed "Damn Peeves" and went forward to rescue him.

Fred had just pulled out his wand.

"Don't scold me!"

Peeves appeared from the other side again, and in front of Ian's astonished eyes who was watching everything on the stairs, he was actually "possessed" by another suit of armor.

"Peeves doesn't have that ability, does he?"

Ian's eyes widened.

of course.

His eyes were definitely not as wide as George and Fred's, because after Peeves entered the armor, the armor rushed towards Fred with its fangs and claws bared like a wild boar.

He pounced directly on it.

next moment.

Fred was also pinned under the armor. Peeves, panting, came out of the armor and started pulling up various other heavy objects and other armor onto the two brothers.

"This is the price for offending me! Lululu~ You didn't expect that I would become so powerful, did you?" Peeves made a face at the two brothers who were shouting.

"Why is Peeves here?!"

"Let us go! Peeves! You little bastard!"

……

The two brothers' words made Peeves very unhappy.

"You should beg me! Although that won't make me let you go! But with your attitude now..." Peeves immediately floated towards where Filch left.

"Here they are! Those two annoying brats are right here! They are so abominable! Not only did they not praise me, they also scolded me! They need to be punished more severely!"

Between shouting.

Peeves disappeared from Ian's sight.

"George! My wand! My wand seems to have been crushed and broken!"

"Stop shouting! Fred! We have to find a way to save ourselves quickly!"

The two unlucky brothers were crushed under a pile of armor. They screamed, stuck their heads out and looked around, and then they saw Ian standing on the stairs.

"Prince!"

They saw Ian, but before they could call for help, they were caught by the administrator who came over, with a dejected look on their faces, as if everything was over.

"That's them, right?" Filch returned to the hall under the guidance of Peeves. This was definitely one of the rare times in many years that he received help from Peeves.

"Where is the little wizard who wanders the night?"

Filch looked around impatiently. Without the help of a flashlight and a cat, his vision at night might have been a bit problematic.

"You should say to me - the great Peeves, please tell me where the prisoner you captured is!" Despite Peeves' complaints, he still brought Filch to the twins.

"Ruined!"

The twins looked ashen.

"I found them first!"

Filch wanted to take credit immediately.

"You don't have that ability, it's me who is more capable!" Peeves sneered.

He was not wrong.

As the caretaker of Hogwarts, Filch didn't have the ability to catch the outstanding night wanderers after losing his cat. Most of the time, he was the poor guy who was fooled by the night wanderers.

"Damn Peeves! You obviously hate Filch too!"

"Why do you want to make Filch happy? You're betraying your own life creed!"

George and Fred shouted loudly. Their tone was indignant and their expressions were as painful as if their loved ones had died. It was obvious that they regarded being caught by Filch as a great humiliation.

"I hate you even more, hehe." Peeves made a face at the two brothers. He seemed to think that the situation of the two brothers being crushed was not safe enough, so he moved a pile of messy things to the side.

"Little wizard! You don't sleep! You run around everywhere! You deserve to be punished!" Peeves seemed to be singing a cheerful song, but George and Fred's heads were almost completely buried by the things he moved.

"You'll get what you pay for it, Peeves!"

George Weasley's curse came from among the debris.

"That's right! You'll be kicked out of school!"

Fred obviously understood the fear in Peeves' heart, which might be why Peeves hated them so much. Even poltergeists didn't like others to know their secrets.

"Shut up! You two annoying Gryffindor students!" Filch roared with gritted teeth, but failed to scare George and Fred.

They are still sighing.

"I have seen you causing trouble in school at night more than once, violating school rules and trampling on the original order of the school with your despicable behavior!"

"Finally I caught you today... I must teach you a lesson with cruel punishment!" Filch looked like he had achieved great revenge, with a strong expression of smugness on his face.

"You don't have that right!"

"Yes! The school will not allow you to hang us up and beat us like in the old days! The most you can do is put us in solitary confinement once!" The two brothers obviously did not care about the punishment they would receive.

Their nonchalant expressions instantly irritated Filch.

"I will propose this to Dumbledore! To deal with you incorrigible villains! The previous punishments should be restored! Only handcuffs, whips and candles can make you reform!"

Filch began to threaten fiercely, his spit flying in the air. "Who are you trying to scare?"

George finally poked his head out.

"Peeves has to pay for my wand!"

Fred's head was still grieving loudly in the debris.

"Oh, you two bastards don't need wands anymore, because you will be expelled from Hogwarts, and your parents will take you back to your rat's nest in tears."

Filch grinned sinisterly.

"This sarcastic tone... you must have learned it from that guy." Seeing the farce over, Ian slowly walked down the stairs.

George poked his head out and winked at him, as if reminding Ian to run away quickly before Filch noticed. After all, there had to be a spark of fire left among the night wanderers.

"You can't scare me! Dumbledore won't expel us!" His voice suddenly became very loud, probably trying to attract attention for Ian.

However, Filch was an experienced man after all. He immediately noticed George's little thoughts and turned his head sharply to look at Ian, who was waving his hand with his back to the twins as if to say "goodbye".

At this time, Ian was walking towards the basement without hiding his thoughts, because he had realized two days ago that he only had to worry about being caught by the professor.

Filch was still quite indulgent towards him, perhaps because he had said a few nice words to Filch, or perhaps because Filch knew that he was a good student who would not easily violate school rules.

This is not.

Despite seeing Ian.

Filch was just stunned for a moment.

Then he turned his head back as if he hadn't seen anything.

"I have to lock you up first."

Filch continued to threaten the Weasley brothers in a sinister manner.

"what?"

George poked his head out from among the debris and was stunned. He couldn't understand why Filch, who always hated evil, would choose to ignore the large group of wizards just a short distance away.

"Didn't you see it! There's someone over there!" George didn't care about protecting the fire of the night tour team. He just felt that he might have seen some dirty creature disguised as a little wizard?
"Who are you! Still talking nonsense! You still refuse to repent!" Filch had no intention of looking back. Snape's warning was still ringing in his ears.

"You should be thankful that you didn't catch him. Otherwise, if he turned you into some strange creature and threw you into the sewer, Dumbledore would definitely not mourn for you."

It is Filch's nature to bully the weak and fear the strong. In fact, he had discovered Ian's night wandering and went to Snape to complain. However, Snape's words made him terrified when he thought about it carefully.

Especially after he had inquired about various rumors and learned from Madam Pince what books Ian usually borrowed, Filch finally became smart for once in his life.

He infected himself with a strange disease that caused selective blindness.

no way.

after all.

For the little wizard who seems harmless, but with Dumbledore's approval, he can treat the restricted area as his home and do whatever he wants, and even borrow a lot of dark magic books.

How dare he, a mere administrator, provoke them?

On the surface, he is a student.

But there really is someone protecting him!
He is still protected by the most powerful person in Hogwarts!
"Fred! Fred! You should have seen it just now! That guy is standing on the stairs!" George panicked as soon as he noticed Filch's strange behavior.

He is obviously still a little inexperienced.

"Who are you talking about?"

Fred finally poked his head out, "I didn't see anything, I only saw my broken wand, Mom will definitely want to put me back into her belly!"

Without confirmation from his brother, George's face turned even paler.

"Peeves! You must have seen it!"

George grasped the last straw. He looked at Peeves, who had been silent for a long time. This shout made Peeves, who was standing in the corner as a punishment, furious.

"I didn't see anything! You evil little wizard! Don't try to harm the great Lord Peeves!" Peeves immediately sat on George's face.

"You are such a bad person! I want to shut your mouth!"

Peeves pressed down George's head hard. George, who was almost unable to breathe, did not cry out for help because he had suffered an indescribable shock in his heart.

A dirty thing that even Peeves is afraid of!

How dirty is this?
They may have accidentally discovered another strange creature hidden in Hogwarts!

……

Watched two good shows in a row.

Ian came to the basement, wanting to explore the possible hiding place of the Gryffindor portrait. However, he obviously did not expect that the nightlife at Hogwarts was much more exciting than he had imagined.

Ian was just passing by the abandoned classroom where he and Aurora had witnessed Quirrell contacting Voldemort. He never expected that he would see the garlic-covered figure of the complete Quirrell in it again.

There was no evil ritual going on, but the threatened party was directly pressed against the wall. The man in black robe who grabbed Quirrell by the collar was a powerful dark wizard.

Ian immediately cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself again.

The third good show of the night is going on.

"Don't treat me as your enemy. I don't think you want to be my enemy." Ian's good uncle Snape stared at the shivering Quirrell with a cold tone.

"I... I don't know what you are talking about, Professor Snape, really..." Quirrell looked extremely timid, and his stuttering voice was full of tension.

"No, on the contrary, you know exactly what I mean." Snape grabbed Quirrell's neck hard, and it looked like he was going to lift Quirrell up.

Such a familiar conversation.

It made Ian feel like he had become Harry Potter - of course, the difference was that he would not report Snape, nor did he think that Snape was doing anything evil.

"I really... really don't know what happened in the Forbidden Forest. Please, Snape... let me go." Quirrell begged Snape like a bullied punching bag.

Snape was unmoved.

"I know you've left school. Haha, I have a way to figure out where anyone is at any time." Snape said with a gloomy face and a sneer.

"I was infected...infected with some diseases while traveling, and it broke out after I returned to school, so I went to Hogwart Village to buy medicine. I just don't want to trouble you."

It seemed as if Quirrell had already found a reasonable excuse.

Snape continued to sneer.

"You keep your mouth shut, that's good. We'll talk again soon, once you've had time to think it over and decide who you want to serve."

He finally let go of the Muggle studies professor in front of him, and after giving him a stern warning, he simply waved his cloak and quickly left the classroom.

Ian continued to stay at the gate.

He watched Quirrell, who had collapsed on the ground, finally stand up again, stick his head out of the window and look around for a while, then start talking to himself in the abandoned classroom.

"Master... Master... Snape seems to have discovered our secret. We have to kill him. You... you need to use your power to kill him."

Quirrell's voice was full of resentment. He obviously resented Snape's humiliation very much. It was unknown whether the rise of this emotion was influenced by the Dark Lord.

"Severus Snape... He was once my extremely loyal servant." A sharp voice suddenly appeared before Quirrell could speak.

It echoed softly in the empty classroom.

The voice was very light, but it revealed an extremely gloomy and violent feeling. For a moment, Ian couldn't tell whether the voice came from above Quirrell's head.

After all, he was just standing outside the classroom as a voyeur.

"He must have betrayed you long ago! Dumbledore has valued him very much over the years! Perhaps... perhaps the setback you encountered was the result of his conspiracy behind your back!"

Quirrell began to discredit Snape frantically, even risking his life to mention Voldemort's downfall. Such illogical behavior immediately brought him punishment from Voldemort.

"Ahhhhh!!"

No one knew what Voldemort had done. All he could see was Quirrell covering his head in pain, and then he fell to the ground and twitched wildly like a rotten fish.

"I was wrong! Master! I was wrong!"

His hysterical pleas for mercy did not soften Voldemort's heart.

A full ten minutes later.

Ian felt that Quirrell was about to be tortured to death. Only then did Voldemort stop his punishment of Quirrell. Quirrell, who collapsed to the ground, gasped and continued to twitch for a long time before he slowly recovered.

"What makes you so bold?"

That extremely gloomy voice sounded again.

"I'm sorry, Master! I was blinded by hatred! Snape has always looked down on me and always liked to humiliate me. I really hope you can do justice for me."

"He must have betrayed you..." Quirrell sounded like a punched bag at this time. He curled up on the ground and spoke in an extremely cautious and flattering tone.

"I will make my own decision on how to deal with him." Voldemort continued in a low voice, "I am still relatively weak now, and I need to use the strength I have recovered to kill that clown writer."

"We must get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Only in this way can we have more opportunities to get in touch with the Philosopher's Stone hidden by Dumbledore."

Voldemort might have done it for the Philosopher's Stone, but it might also have been because of his obsession. Quirrell, who had just been punished, naturally did not dare to refute his decision.

"I will do my best to help you..."

Quirrell responded humbly.

"First, get closer to him, and then find a time to ask the professor to go to Hogsmeade village. Don't leave any clues that will get caught. We can do it there."

Voldemort gave the order with malicious intent.

"Okay, master."

Qi Luo hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask carefully, "Do you need to recover for a longer time? That way we can be safer?"

He obviously felt he was being cautious enough.

however.

Voldemort punished him once again, turning him into a twisted man "dancing" on the ground. His painful groans made Ian feel so pitiful that he couldn't bear to look at him.

"It's just a third-rate wizard. I don't want you to have such doubts again." This time, Voldemort did not torture Quirrell for too long.

"I understand! I won't do it again! I obey! I will obey all your orders!" Quirrell spoke with great fear. When he got up from the ground, he had already left a pool of stain on the spot.

"Damn it! Go back and change your pants!!"

Voldemort screamed and roared. He really knew how to torture his servants.

"Hiss~ I see!"

Ian watched Quirrell walk out of the classroom, holding on to the wall, and then disappear around the corner. In the end, he did not take out his wand to try to nip the danger in the bud.

"After all, Voldemort really knows how to seek death." Ian knew very well that Voldemort in Quirrell + residual soul state could not even be a match for Grindelwald in his sleepwalking state.

There was no need for him to get himself involved in adventure again.

"It's time to quiet down, otherwise my good uncle will definitely target me and deduct points from Ravenclaw." Ian glanced at the "angry" evidence left by Quirrell in the classroom. He was about to continue exploring the secret passage in the basement to find the portrait of Gryffindor, but when he walked deep into the basement, he saw the figure of the black bat.

Right at the office door.

Snape seemed to have been standing here waiting for something. Ian was very glad that he did not cancel the Disillusionment Spell and immediately prepared to go around Snape and continue on his way. He felt that he had to keep the Marauder's Map in his hand at all times when he went out at night, otherwise he would run into trouble somewhere.

Just when Ian set rules for himself in his mind.

"Show yourself quickly."

Snape suddenly raised his wand and cast a spell in Ian's direction. Suddenly, Ian, who was under the Disillusionment Charm, revealed his true form, revealing his little black feet.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body was exposed to Snape's sight.

"what?"

Ian was a little confused.

"It seems that you are here to remind me deliberately that I should make you fulfill your confinement punishment." Snape gritted his teeth, rushed forward and grabbed Ian's collar.

"How did you know I was there! I used an Disillusionment Charm!" Ian was speechless. It was fine if Dumbledore could detect him, but how could he not even hide it from Snape?

Is this still the Disillusionment Spell?

It would be better to call it the Curse of Full of Loopholes!
"At least you haven't been discovered by Quirrell and the soul of the person in him." Snape obviously already knew Quirrell's secret, but he just didn't choose to expose it.

"So, you can see through the Disillusionment Curse?"

That's all Ian cared about.

"No."

Snape responded succinctly.

"I knew this afternoon that you wouldn't behave yourself, so I sprinkled some potions on you in advance. Haha, as expected, you tried to get involved in something you shouldn't be involved in."

Snape watched Ian sniff left and right, and even raised his arm to smell his armpits. His eyelids twitched, "Don't look for it. I won't use words that can make you smell something wrong on a treacherous brat like you. Do you think I'm one of those stupid pharmacists at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries?"

God knows why he wanted to diss the innocent magic hospital.

"How long will it last?" Ian didn't get any response from Snape. He found himself being carried towards the grocery room and immediately had a bad feeling.

"You're not really going to ask me to clean the toilet now?"

Ian tried to win Snape's sympathy with his pitiful performance, but the head of Slytherin remained unmoved and showed him what true ruthlessness was.

"This is the punishment you have not fulfilled."

Snape went straight into the utility room, found a night soil collector's outfit and put it on Ian, just like dressing a doll. After he was done, he stuffed a mop and a laxative into Ian's hands.

"It's time to go to bed! You won't grow tall if you don't sleep!" Ian still tried to avoid cleaning the toilet, but found that Snape cast a spell on his wand right after that.

"You blocked my wand's ability to cast spells?"

Ian's eyes widened. "I'll be caught and killed by Quirrell! You know how much he hates me! He and the guy above him will turn me into little wizard jerky!"

His words startled Snape slightly.

"On the buttocks..."

This was perhaps something Snape had failed to discover.

"Casting spells is a right that every wizard should enjoy! You can't deprive me of my right! I'm going to find Dumbledore!" Ian's shouting made Snape's eyelids twitch.

"You are an unlearned guy. Can't you learn something other than the dark arts? I just performed a little trick on your wand that allows me to sense whether you are casting magic!" Snape really felt that Ian was a little biased. The Fiendfyre was so scary, but he didn't even understand the knowledge learned in the fourth grade.

"All right……"

Ian's voice faded away, but he was still quite unwilling. He had just been chasing Voldemort around the Forbidden Forest in the afternoon, but now he had fallen to being a cleaner at Hogwarts.

"I have made contributions to Hogwarts. I almost bled for Hogwarts." His rebuttal obviously did not gain Snape's approval.

"I want to see all the toilets clean before morning, otherwise I will severely punish your friends." Snape thought he had found Ian's weakness.

however.

"Not a punishment for me? That's great!"

Ian dropped the tools in his hand in surprise.

"?????"

This time it was Snape's turn to be confused. He thought he had studied Ian quite well, but he didn't expect that Ian's reaction was so different from what he had imagined.

Ian was about to run away.

"Do you have any money left with me so that I can send it back to your shabby orphanage during Christmas?" Snape, who was quick-witted, finally stopped Ian.

"you are vicious!"

Ian picked up the tools while cursing. He began to clean the toilet under Snape's supervision. It wasn't really dirty, after all, the little wizard would sometimes use a cleaning spell on the toilet before using it.

The main problem is that mopping the floor and cleaning the sinks and faucets are particularly troublesome. After all, the water here in the UK is very hard, and some toilets that are not often used have accumulated a lot of grayish-white sediment.

If there were magic, the problem could be solved with a wave of the hand, but now Ian finally realized the discomfort of not being able to use magic. Under Snape's supervision, he completed the cleaning of two toilets in succession.

"Boost."

Snape probably thought that Ian had accepted his fate, so he chose to go back to sleep while Ian was cleaning the second floor. Ian did indeed clean the broken toilet honestly.

A toilet that is frequently used by some people does not need any cleaning. It is a broken toilet that is the most troublesome to clean, especially when there is a ghost in it.

"It's a boy! This is the girls' room!" Moaning Myrtle was startled by the noise of Ian cleaning and floated out of the cubicle with a scream full of shame.

"Although you are good-looking, you shouldn't go into the women's restroom." She reprimanded Ian for his immoral behavior, but her expression looked more like shyness.

Half of the ghost's body was hidden in the compartment, with only its head sticking out.

"This is all Snape's fault! I suggest you look for him in his bed!" Ian was cleaning the faucet in the bathroom. He knew that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was in front of one of the faucets here.

"I will report you to the professors... Of course, if you can come and talk to me occasionally, maybe I will..." Shy Myrtle also planned to reach some kind of agreement with Ian.

however.

"Open!"

Ian touched a faucet with an Ouroboros relief. Having studied the "Book of Parseltongue" for so long, he was itching to learn more, so he spoke softly to the faucet.

This not only interrupted Myrtle's words, but also made Myrtle's expression immediately terrified. His voice sounded like a strange and peculiar hissing sound in Myrtle's ears.

"It's you!!!"

Myrtle seemed to be reminded of some terrible memories. She screamed at the top of her lungs and dived into the toilet, splashing the toilet water and making a very eye-catching sound.

"..."

Ian looked towards the cubicle where Myrtle disappeared. When he turned back again, he found that the faucet in front of him began to turn, and countless mechanical sounds were heard one after another.

immediately.

The entire washbasin began to slowly descend and sank into the ground, revealing an open secret passage. A large hole as dark as ink was reflected in Ian's eyes.

"This... is a little different from what I thought?" Ian had been thinking about the basilisk before he entered school. He had already made a lot of preparations, but now he just wanted to go in and take away the precious snake skin.

only.

The door of the secret room in the bathroom was somewhat different from the straight pipe that led downwards in his memory. There was actually a staircase that continued to wind downwards.

It's not the slide that should be full of screams and fun.

"My precious basilisk won't be gone, will it?" Ian crawled into it. The mechanism behind him kept turning and closing. After he took out his wand, he thought of the mark left by Snape on his wand.

"Fortunately, I am well prepared."

Ian took out a lantern emitting white light from his purse. He still held the wand in his other hand. After all, the entrance to this strange secret room was a little different from what he had imagined.

"It was my good uncle who sent me to the gate. It's not my fault." Ian walked down and found a fairly tenable reason for the "adventure" for himself.

It was similar to the several secret passages he had walked through before, the only difference being that it was not shown on the Marauder's Map. Ian discovered that there was also water seepage above his head, as was common in other secret passages.

Fortunately, there wasn't much, and it didn't smell bad, so there was no need to hold an umbrella. With the light of the alchemical creation in his hand, Ian walked down the stairs for more than 20 minutes.

"I'm not going straight to the center of the earth, am I?" He actually had good grades in geography, but he was just expressing his shock. The light from the lantern was not enough to illuminate the area below.

Not only was it bottomless, but the further he went down, Ian also found that the terrain began to become more complicated, like a huge maze, and many branching roads began to appear on both sides of the stairs.

He hesitated for a moment.

I continued to go down along the widest staircase - after about half an hour, the air even became a little dull and stale.

"where is this place?"

Ian finally reached the bottom. He saw deep blue candles lighting up on the surrounding rock walls, and the ground changed from rough stone steps to marble tiles.

Smooth and translucent.

As if it had never been stained by a speck of dust.

There was a passage in front of him that was similar to the corridor of Hogwarts Castle, leading directly to somewhere underground, but Ian was not in a hurry to explore this secret place.

"Caution is the boat."

He carefully checked the passage and found no traps around it. He even took out a puppet that imitated the one in the Room of Requirement training room and walked back and forth in the passage several times. After confirming that this was not an area to kill intruders, he continued to move forward cautiously while maintaining vigilance.

Nothing happened until the end of the passage. Only candles kept lighting up on the left and right where Ian walked, illuminating the way ahead for him.

These candles were not ordinary objects. They seemed to be condensed from some kind of magic. The flames jumped, emitting a soft and warm light, illuminating the corridor like daylight, yet retaining its original solemnity and mystery.

"I really was too petty to think of the school founder. How could they set up such dangerous traps in the school?" Ian breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out of the passage.

next moment.

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

The extremely noisy noise startled him and he had already raised his wand, ready to release the [Shadowless Storm]. Fortunately, the sudden noise was just the lighting of thousands of candles.

The scene was extremely beautiful, with thousands of flames rising almost simultaneously, filling the air with a warm and slightly blue atmosphere. The flickering flames reflected the outlines of the surrounding scenery, making the entire space bright and soft, as if gently covered by a layer of soft golden gauze.

"Sigh~"

Candles illuminated the vast hall.

It also shocked the little wizard, who had already made a lot of mental preparations and guesses.

I saw.

In the huge palace, which is extremely vast and comparable to a prairie, the ground is shining with golden light as if it is covered with gold. Perhaps it is gold and not ordinary stone slabs or soil.

And this was not the most shocking scene for Ian. What made him, who had already seen a lot, gasp was that there were other things in this shocking place.

"Do not disturb the sleeping dragon..."

The dragon's skeleton was reflected in Ian's eyes.

The huge body blocks out the sky and the sun.

Like a mountain.

The overwhelming feeling of oppression makes one's heart palpitate.

(End of this chapter)