Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 125 124: Invalid Magic! Christmas is coming!

The handwriting on the note was neat and clear.

It's as neat as printed text.

There was absolutely no sign of any personal calligraphy in the writing - it was definitely not something Ian had forgotten in his robe, and it was even less likely to be some runes that Ian had excerpted himself.

Although his handwriting was not ugly, it was not neat enough to be comparable to printed text and did not have any personal traces. Moreover, it was impossible for a teenager to forget that he had copied down such a small piece of runes due to amnesia.

"Merlin, by God! I've encountered something filthy!"

Ian picked up the note on the ground with some doubt. Such a thing that seemed to appear out of his pocket out of thin air made him feel extremely scared and his scalp tingled.

Who could put a piece of paper in his pocket without anyone noticing? Ian stared at the small section of the rune record on the paper that was flowing slightly. He had a very strong hunch that this might be what he was trying to find - the part of the rune in the resurrection stone that could anchor the target.

“It’s this part…”

Ian had memorized the runes of the Resurrection Stone, but he still took out the Resurrection Stone to compare it. The runes on the note did come from the Resurrection Stone. This was the most terrifying thing. After all, the only living person who knew that Ian was studying the runes of the Resurrection Stone was Grindelwald.

"Has Aurora's grandfather helped me analyze what I want?" Ian quickly denied this guess. He didn't think Grindelwald's efficiency could be so fast.

Moreover, there was no need for the other party to give the answer to Ian in such a mysterious way. Grindelwald's style would be to directly call Ian to the office, hand over the results, and then ask Ian to praise him for half an hour.

"Dumbledore doesn't know that the Resurrection Stone is with me, and it's unlikely that Aberforth knows that either." Ian held the note and began to review the people he met today.

The first thing to do is to eliminate the little wizards you have been in contact with all day. These little wizards are trembling even when casting an evil curse, so how can they analyze the secrets of the Deathly Hallows?
Quirrell possessed by Voldemort? Unlikely. If the Dark Lord knew that Ian had obtained the Resurrection Stone and the soul on it was gone, how could he still smile when communicating with him?

Could it be Snape?

Even more impossible!
Snape's attainments in alchemy were not very high. He only liked to fiddle with the liquids in the crucible. Even the good uncle did not see anything strange about the Marauder's Map.

"And there's that mysterious alchemy professor... Arthur King." Ian knew that there was something behind this professor's name, but no one could tell for sure whether it was the name that Professor Arthur King changed himself during his middle school years.

Just like Tom Riddle changed his name to Voldemort. In the West, there are many people who change their surnames for some reason.

Moreover.

Professor Arthur King didn't know that Ian was researching the Resurrection Stone, and he didn't tell the professor when he was in the library. Could it be that the professor could see things he shouldn't know? There were indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Hogwarts, but there shouldn't be a powerful wizard who could do such an exaggerated thing.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the alchemy professor is not suspicious, but Ian has no idea how the other party knew what he wanted and how he could solve his problem in just one encounter.

The most crucial thing is that this person is almost a stranger, who has absolutely no reason to provide such help to Ian, and after providing the help, he did the good deed without leaving his name.

Picture what?
Tuien is light and lithe?
Isn't that even more terrifying when you think about it carefully!
"How bizarre and absurd..." Ian frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out a clue. He believed that there must be a sneaky guy hiding behind the note in his hand.

Conspiracy or help?

"You'll know after you try it!" Ian was a man of great skill and courage. He walked to the workbench holding the note, and took out a blank for a replica of the resurrection stone ring from his purse.

Anyway, apart from the embryos from Aberforth, Ian still had six embryos to try. Even if the remaining embryos were destroyed, he still had the stones in the illusion. Alchemy was a thing that required not being afraid of trying and failing, as long as it wasn't just yourself or someone you knew who was being used as a test subject.

"Come and help me! Grind all these things for me!" Ian released his Dementor helper again and began to verify in the Room of Requirement.

Regardless of whether the information captured on this mysterious note is correct, we can only know it by trying. In any case, the worst case scenario is failure.

"Next time I enter the hazy fantasy, I will use a small animal to conduct the experiment first." Ian was also cautious and careful to avoid falling into other people's traps.

Not only did he plan to use small animals to test the effects of the runes, but when replicating the Resurrection Stone, he also threw away the paper in his hand and copied it directly from the Resurrection Stone.

This was to prevent the runes on the note from being tampered with in subtle ways that would be difficult to detect. It was better to be safe than sorry, and Ian kept the note to see if he could trace its source.

If he couldn't find the sneaky guy, he felt that he would not be able to sleep peacefully at night. Now Ian guessed that the person who put the note in his robe might be invisible.

For example, the invisibility cloak, the disillusionment spell and the like, there are always all kinds of strange ways in the magical world to make people invisible. If this is the case, it is reasonable that Ian failed to find the suspect.

Almost none of the possible suspects he had met today had real close contact with him. Even Quirrell's hand possessed by Voldemort could not get close to him.

"I can't really explain it. I remember there is a lost magic called Wizard's Hand, which can create an invisible third hand..." Ian prepared everything he needed.

Soon, with the crackling sound, he began to try with the help of the Dementors. The brainless Dementors were mainly responsible for passing things to him and feeding him snacks.

"Grind this thing a little finer for me."

to be frank.

Fortunately, Ian studied [Ancient Alchemy], otherwise he would have encountered some setbacks and unfamiliarity when trying to get started. After all, his alchemical techniques tend to use ancient magic words to create alchemical creations, which is very similar to the work on the Resurrection Stone in terms of alchemical structure.

Yes, the runes on the Resurrection Stone can also be regarded as a kind of magic runes, but it is different from runes and other ancient magic runes. It is an "alchemical language" unique to the creation of the Three Deathly Hallows.

Let's call it the Death Rune.

It is a magical language like ancient runes, but this language is more powerful than ancient runes. Its essence should be the embodiment of the magical power represented by the god of death.

Ancient runes are the exploration and summary of magic and nature by ancient wizards. They are also a manifestation of power, so the two have a similar meaning in their application.

Modern alchemy is quite different.

Modern alchemy actually evolved from the more popular magic science today. It only partially inherited some characteristics of ancient magic runes. Like magic spells, it has become much simpler and easier to learn, but has also changed a lot.

"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages."

Ian's evaluation is very objective.

Alchemical works created by [ancient alchemy] can actually be called [magic creations]. Its internal magic circuit is completely constructed by magic links one by one.

Today, mainstream alchemical creations made using [modern alchemy] place more emphasis on stacking different [enchantments], thereby combining individual [enchantments] to create special functions.

It no longer uses magical language as its main body, and structurally it is quite different from Ian's [Ancient Alchemy]. It is like two different branches of the same major. This will also make it difficult for alchemists who study [Modern Alchemy] to quickly get started with the imitation of the Resurrection Stone.

Of course, the stability and alchemy difficulty of [Modern Alchemy] must be far superior to that of [Ancient Alchemy], otherwise it would not have eliminated [Ancient Alchemy] with the development of the times.

"The reason why wand shops are filled with all kinds of wands is thanks to the efficiency of modern alchemy." Ian is well aware that this change of the times is essentially the same as the process of industrial development.

In many ways, [Modern Alchemy] is indeed more applicable. It abandons some of the possibilities of [Ancient Alchemy] and emphasizes lowering the threshold of alchemy and the success rate of works.

"The remarkable development of modern alchemy is probably related to the very strict requirements of ancient alchemy on materials." Ian looked at the valuable materials on his desk.

If he didn't live in a Room of Requirement and there was no forbidden forest next to where he lived, it would have cost a huge amount of money to collect all the materials for experimentation - and this was because Ian had the extraordinary characteristic of [Transcendence of Alchemy] and could find some substitutes. Otherwise, some materials would be difficult to buy even if they were wanted.

It's like the stuff of potions.

Alchemical materials were also becoming extinct.

If what Ian knew was correct.

The master of [modern alchemy] is actually the famous French master Nick Flamel. This master also has outstanding achievements in [ancient alchemy], but he has also actively participated in the development and improvement of [modern alchemy] for most of his life.

This can be seen.

[Modern alchemy] is definitely more suitable for today's wizards than [ancient alchemy] in some aspects. Of course, Ian thinks that Master Nick Flamel must have used [ancient alchemy] in the creation of the Philosopher's Stone.

Many times, there is no alternative means in [modern alchemy] to what [ancient alchemy] can accomplish. After all, it is very dependent on the established [enchantment] technique.

If you want to use [Enchantment] to patch things up, it's easy to combine various [Enchantments], but if you want to create your own new [Enchantment] effects, you have to go back to the realm of [Ancient Alchemy].

"If you want to study the Philosopher's Stone, you'll probably have to rely on Noseless." Ian carefully integrated the materials into the embryo of the Resurrection Stone. The speed at which he engraved the runes could be described as a snail's pace.

Any progress would take a while. Even if it was just to engrave a small rune onto the embryo, a rough estimate would take at least several days.

very slow.

And there is no room for error.

This is also the reason why Ian did not start cloning directly at the beginning. If he wanted to completely clone all the inscriptions on the Resurrection Stone, the workload would take him several months.

It may not succeed yet.

Sometimes some unexpected situations may lead to failure.

"Damn you! I told you to grind these things into powder with your hands, not to chew them with your mouth... No, where did your teeth come from?"

Ian did not fail.

He just noticed the Dementor's strange behavior, and curiously paused the drawing of the death rune in his hands, rushed forward and pried open the Dementor's mouth with both hands.

"Damn! It's really long teeth! How do you have this thing!?"

The little wizard was shocked to find out.

The Dementor's mouth grinds the powder faster than his hands.

Those teeth that appeared for some unknown reason seemed as if they were born for this purpose.

……

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Ian's life suddenly entered a very regular and fulfilling rhythm, and when a person is busy, time always passes extremely quickly.

A few weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Sometimes Ian would use the Marauder's Map to observe Quirrell's movements, but it seemed that this guy never implemented his plan to attack Grindelwald.

It has to be said that it was a pity for Ian that he didn't get to see the battle between the first and second generations. He didn't understand why Quirrell and Voldemort were so patient.

"Perhaps because of the search for the Philosopher's Stone?"

Ian was able to secretly observe through the Marauder's Map. Quirrell would usually wander around the school after class. He had reason to suspect that Quirrell was looking for the Philosopher's Stone hidden by Dumbledore.

"I just want that mirror... Of course, the Philosopher's Stone can be used for research, but I don't know if the difficulty of its craftsmanship can catch up with that of the Resurrection Stone."

Except for stepping out of the Room of Requirement during class, Ian spent most of his time on copying work, and his copying progress was much slower than planned.

There was no trouble in carving the inscriptions on the embryo, and it only took a few days to complete the carving. However, carving the inscriptions was only the beginning of creating alchemical creations. Adjusting the connection between these inscriptions was definitely a delicate job, especially when Ian knew nothing about the Death Rune.

after all.

The slightest mistake or oversight can lead to completely different results in the end, and no one knows the impact of a mistake until the work is completed and used.

In the past few weeks, Ian actually experienced several hazy hallucinations, but he was unable to take more photos of Dumbledore because Pandro seemed to have taken Ariana out to practice swordsmanship.

This is also the information Ian learned from his teacher, Ms. Morgan. Although Pandro and Morgan are incompatible, Ariana is quite loved by this legendary black witch.

Perhaps it was because she herself did not have the innocence that made her particularly happy when she saw it in others. Of course, Ian certainly did not dare to comment on such thoughts in front of the witch Morgan.

Ian also asked his teacher, the witch Morgan, about the Resurrection Stone and the Three Deathly Hallows, but this legendary black witch didn't seem to know much about the Three Deathly Hallows.

"They were once gathered in the same wizard, and I only need a thought to kill that wizard, so whether it is the creation of the god of death or not is meaningless to me."

The original words of the witch Morgan were full of contempt for the Three Deathly Hallows. In the eyes of wizards at her level, external objects are external objects after all, and the only right way is to possess great power oneself.

Ian agrees with this.

In fact, both Grindelwald and Dumbledore have now reached this level of thinking. A truly powerful wizard will never rely on the blessing of external forces.

"Voldemort just can't understand this." Ian knew very well that the height of thought also determined the upper limit of achievement. The witch Morgan also emphasized this point to him after he mentioned the three holy artifacts.

Enter several times in succession.

Nothing special happened. The legendary witch paid close attention to Ian's learning progress and corrected some of his bad spellcasting habits.

Unlike Grindelwald who likes to chew up knowledge and feed it to Ian, the witch Morgan prefers to let Ian learn by himself first, and then correct the flaws and omissions in Ian's learning process.

The two educational methods are very different.

However, the effect is equally huge, and Ian's magic proficiency will be greatly improved. However, compared with Grindelwald, Morgan is obviously more demanding on Ian. She did not praise Ian's progress too much, but kept spurring Ian with words like "not bad, but not enough".

The emotional value provided was a little inadequate, but Ian obviously didn't have the courage to make suggestions. When he helped Morgan repair those guards, he even felt like a white slave.

"I don't know if the magic runes inside the stone statues in Hogwarts are of similar structure."

Ian took advantage of the fact that Morgan was in a good mood when he regained the gate guard position, and tried to ask Morgan to help him confirm whether the inscription on the mysterious note was correct.

however.

Surprisingly, this legendary witch's research on the Death Rune was not as profound as Ms. Ravenclaw's. Perhaps it was because she had never been exposed to this knowledge either during her lifetime or after her death.

Of course, it is also possible that she knew it but just didn't want to tell Ian. This witch from ancient times was definitely the most unfathomable character Ian had ever met.

"Teacher, can you do it..." Ian's provocation was indeed very low, but Morgan was willing to take the bait. She did not confirm whether the excerpted runes on the note were correct for Ian, but she helped Ian engrave another rune on the mysterious note, which could help Ian find the person who had handed the note out.

According to Professor Morgan, when the note comes close to the hander, it will emit a faint fluorescence, regardless of whether the hander has used other means to conceal his own behavior.

A very domineering and unreasonable method.

Ian was overjoyed and had absolute trust in Morgan's methods. As soon as he woke up the next day, he ran around the school with the note. He approached everyone who might have slipped the note to him.

Grindelwald, Voldemort Quirrell, Professor Arthur King, Professor McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, and even Professor Sprout and Ian Snape had all come up to them.

however.

To his great surprise, he found nothing.

No matter which suspect he was in front of, the note in Ian's hand showed no reaction. He began to suspect that this might be another time when Teacher Morgan was playing tricks on the little boy.

"Can you please shine for a moment?" Ian even approached Aurora and those little wizards who looked like they were playing dumb or were maybe rejuvenated.

Facts have proved that his behavior was indeed a bit too much. He was desperate and tried all kinds of methods. Not only did he fail to find the suspect, but he also made more than a dozen senior students and a senior think that he wanted to confess his love.

"The bad woman has caused me so much trouble!"

Ian, who had fled in panic, could only return to the Room of Requirement. Regardless of whether the hiding guy was still in Hogwarts, he could not give up halfway through making a replica.

Adjusting the circuits constructed between the magic runes occupied almost all of Ian's time in the human world in the past few weeks.

The magic has to work.

Ultimately, it is the structure constructed by these magic runes that is relied upon, a process that requires at least tens of thousands of adjustments, which also illustrates the complexity of ancient alchemy and its low production efficiency.

However, if a finished product can be finally obtained, its capabilities will definitely be in the field of modern alchemy, and it will be difficult to replicate with existing [enchantment] methods.

after all.

The magic runes above come from the god of death.

This is why it is so difficult for Ian to even copy the mountain. He has been doing high-intensity hand exercises these days, fully proving to others that excessive exercise is harmful to health.

"All I need is a pair of reading glasses!" Ian even felt a little dizzy these past few days. During the alchemy process, he had to concentrate on the fake resurrection stone the size of his little finger. And every time he made adjustments, he had to observe the original resurrection stone before making any operation.

This test and torture on eyesight even goes beyond counting pixels on a large TV and adjusting the pixels on the large TV to the correct position.

"Isn't this... just like driving screws on an assembly line?" Ian really felt exhausted. He was in a sluggish state during class every day.

William even suspected that he had touched something he shouldn't have touched, such as magic flour, while Michael thought he must have been secretly dating somewhere recently.

"Who spread this rumor?" Ian had obvious dark circles under his eyes, and the area around his eyes was a little red and swollen. He was eating steak for lunch while pouring potion into his mouth.

Only those who have tried it can understand the taste, which is comparable to Chinese medicine rice.

"You haven't started an evening party for several days. The little wizards all said that love made you lazy. Senior Penelope also said that only people who are in love will be as listless as you."

Michael's answer was serious.

William also chimed in, "Yes, yes. Although I don't know why people become depressed after falling in love, I think our class leader won't fool us."

The two of them sang together.

Ian really wanted to drag them all to the Room of Requirement and let them have a good love affair with the Dementors - these days, the only ones who accompanied Ian were the Dementors with new functions.

"Hurry up and eat, we still have work to do." Seeing that his two roommates were still planning to gossip, Ian stuffed baguettes into their mouths. After eating and drinking, he went outside the castle with the other little wizards.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, so Hogwarts has already had its holidays this afternoon. It can only be said that some schools have such long holidays.

The students who had plenty of vacation had happy smiles on their faces. It must be said that vacation is really good for health. The collagen on the faces of the little wizards seemed to be more abundant.

By contrast.

Ian's dark circles are indeed very obvious.

"It's snowing really hard."

unconsciously.

The weather got colder as December approached. Just as Christmas was approaching, it snowed heavily for several days in a row. The originally green lawn had long since turned into a vast expanse of white snow.

"Prince! Let's build a snowman together!" George and Fred came over enthusiastically. Ever since they shared with Ian a few days ago that they had seen a dirty guy disguised as Ian when they were out for a night out, they had become very familiar with Ian. They seemed to be completely unaware that the color of Ian's face was close to that of Michael's.

"Are you a snowman?"

Michael was stunned when he saw the "snowman" made by the twin brothers.

“I feel like my spirit has been polluted.”

William also hugged his head with an expression that was speechless.

"This is art! You don't understand!"

One of the twins spoke proudly.

Another person immediately agreed, "Yes, it's advanced art. Look at these five heads and more than ten legs. Aren't the lines they create beautiful?"

What a mental pollution work introduction. William and Michael were shivering not only because of the weather, but also because they felt the mental state of the two senior brothers of Gryffindor.

"Will we become like this when we learn magic later?" The two looked at each other, both quite worried.

Compared to his two roommates who could not appreciate art, Ian was different. He directly gave a thumbs up, showing his approval of the snowman built by the two brothers.

"You are right! This is art! But I bet! You are definitely not the original creator!" Ian said firmly, staring at the familiar "snowman" ice sculpture in front of him.

The two brothers were also shocked by his words.

"What should we do? He has discovered that we are plagiarists. He must have seen the centaur specimens collected by the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in his office." George looked at Fred and spoke in an exaggerated tone. Fred immediately covered his cheeks and started yelling.

"Then give it five deformed heads! Twenty legs! And twenty eyes on each leg!" George slapped his thigh immediately and devoted himself to the creation of new work.

"George! Since they already have so many legs, why not give them some more legs?" Fred did not forget to introduce and explain the snowman to Ian while making modifications to it.

"The collection of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is the result of a centaur who overestimated his own abilities and attempted an Animagus transformation and failed. Ours is a serious Ultimate Centaur!"

He tried to invite Ian to join this meaningful plan.

"..."

Ian learned from the two brothers where his work had gone. He was indeed a man with avant-garde ideas, but he found that the twins' ideas seemed to be even more avant-garde than his.

"Such a great project must be done by you yourselves! We are not worthy!" Ian found that his mental state was much better than that of his twin brothers.

Is this the price to pay for being caught by Filch on a night out?
What is this Hogwarts Ghost Story?
He ran away with his two roommates.

In fact, there are many little wizards who are making snowmen like the twin brothers. Most of them are little witches. The snowmen they make are definitely much more pleasing to the eye than the deformed ones made by the twins.

Basically, they were all magical animals, including a super-large Niffler, a super-large round-faced fat Scottish chicken, and Ian even saw a big toad in a pile of snowmen.

"Should we also build a giant fire dragon?" William once again showed his love for dragons. His eager look made Michael quite excited.

"Didn't you say you would accompany me to chop down trees?"

Ian spoke in surprise.

The two good roommates promptly and reluctantly withdrew their gazes.

"Don't worry, Ian, we won't betray you." William held Michael, whose eyes were looking towards the little black girl, and followed Ian to continue walking towards the woods.

This was a task from the headmaster of Ravenclaw. If Ian could find some suitable Christmas trees for the hall, he would add 20 points to Ravenclaw House and praise Ian in public.

to be frank.

Ian didn't think much of the extra points. After all, in his opinion, the Ravenclaw house score this year had already reached a leading level based on everyone's efforts.

It doesn't matter if we lose Quidditch.

"I just love helping the professor!"

Ian and his two roommates passed by Black Lake.

The heavy snow caused a thick layer of ice to form on the Black Lake. Several little Hufflepuff wizards were gathering in front of the Black Lake, admiring the natural sight of some small fish being frozen in the ice as they jumped.

"Look at these fish, their heads are all exposed and frozen!"

“Oh my god, it’s a spectacle, I bet this is the inspiration for that delicious stargazing pie!”

"What you said makes me want to take a bite of these fish heads."

……

I can only say that they are worthy of being the little wizards of Hufflepuff. When they get together, they are either discussing food or on their way to discuss food. Next to them, there are many students playing snowball fights.

It was the Gryffindor and Slytherin students who were doing the real fighting.

"Hiss~ They put rocks in the snowballs!?" Michael was shivering from the cold. He snatched the knitted hat with built-in slow-selling heated underwear from William's ruddy face and put it on his own head.
"Sure enough, Gryffindor is the real warrior." Ian's eyes were much sharper than Michael's. He found that the Slytherin students only knew how to stuff stones into snowballs, while some Gryffindor students smeared feces on the snowballs. The steaming feces were 100% the "enchantment" material for ammunition made on-site somewhere.

This is a confrontation between physical damage and psychological damage.

There may be a few Gryffindor students with bloody heads, but the Slytherin students were really beaten and fled. They fled in the university in disarray, screaming wildly.

As the saying goes, when young wizards fight, the professor suffers. Poor Quirrell had just walked back from outside when he was attacked in the face. He smelled a smell that made his face turn pale, but he didn't dare to turn around and run away.

after all.

If his butt was aimed at the little wizards and they were attacked, he would be tortured to death tonight. Quirrell tried to walk backwards back to the way he came.

however.

The little wizards have already caught up with him.

"stop!"

The sharp roar did not make the two academies restrain themselves too much. Perhaps in order to protect the existence on his butt, he could only sit on the ground and became the target of concentrated fire.

Bleeding.

Plus some indescribable enchanted attacks.

He would probably have a very serious brain infection today as a result.

"This professor is so pitiful."

William mourned for Quirrell for three full seconds, then picked up a snowball and threw it over. Ian believed that he just wanted to wash Quirrell's face with clean snow water.

"I'll follow one." Ian also rolled up a snowball on the ground. He was not as kind as William, but he was more restrained than the Gryffindor students. He just added some rust to the snowball he threw at Quirrell. As for the tetanus bacillus in the rust, it had little to do with him.

"Crack~"

Just when Ian hit Quirrell's wound, the fight between Gryffindor and Slytherin continued to the distance. After secretly doing his bad thing, he pulled his two roommates and ran away.

"I haven't followed anyone yet!"

Michael was making a big snowball, but after being pulled away, he could only throw it away with reluctance.

"Assholes! They're all little assholes!"

Quirrell got up from the ground in a panic and began to curse the two houses. He did not notice Ian who had launched an attack in secret. He just hurriedly pulled out his wand and started to clean himself up.

"Bah~"

Michael Jordan, it is probably no coincidence that he is called this name. He threw the ball hastily from a long distance and hit a special spot on Quirrell's butt accurately.

"All Gryffindor students deserve to die! Wait until I am resurrected! I will clean out all the Gryffindors!" Voldemort's voice finally rang in Quirrell's mind.

His tone was extremely angry and frantic. It was easy to understand this irritation and resentment, after all, the Dark Lord and Quirrell were now sharing the same body's senses.

"And Ravenclaw students!"

Voldemort did not see Ian just now, but he had already found out Ian's identity in the college. His resentment towards Ian made him hate the entire college.

"Master...we, we have to find a way to enter that place so that we can get the Philosopher's Stone hidden inside." Quirrell looked timid, as if he was polishing his shoes.

He had been busy in Hogwarts for so long and it was obvious that he had gained something.

Of course, whether this discovery was a clue he found on his own or someone wanted him to find it is a matter of opinion.

I can’t explain it. I really can’t explain it.

……

The Christmas tree in the hall was found, but Ian and his two roommates didn't help much because they met Hagrid, who was eager to help, on the way.

then.

Hagrid gained some calories, and Ian and his two roommates got the extra points from the dean for free. It was a win-win situation. The only thing they did was to find some more mistletoe.

This is a winter plant, also called holly, because in winter other trees lose all their leaves, but mistletoe remains with green leaves and red fruits.

They are very eye-catching when hung on the tree and can be considered a good omen. Most people hang hanging lights made of mistletoe on the Christmas tree when decorating it.

"You're awesome, Hagrid."

"Yes, yes, this professor is really amazing."

"He's like a giant!"

Ian and his two roommates followed behind Hagrid, responsible for providing him with the emotional value that Hagrid loved so much, while Hagrid walked in front carrying twelve Christmas trees.

The physical strength and power of the hybrid giant are really extremely strong.

"In the past, I was the one doing this kind of work. You guys will help me later. I guarantee your professor will be satisfied." Hagrid even arranged all the scenes in the auditorium perfectly. The burly man also had a careful side when doing things. The auditorium soon became beautiful and magnificent.

The twelve Christmas trees were placed in appropriate positions, and colorful magic lanterns were hung on them. Ian raised his hand and cast a spell to create countless bright stars on the Christmas trees.

They shone brightly like real stars, emitting a beautiful luster that could not be simulated by candles and lanterns. Even Hagrid, a straight man, widened his eyes in amazement.

"Your magic is really powerful. I'm afraid it's only slightly worse than Dumbledore's when he was a child." He exclaimed sincerely and leaned forward to touch the stars.

Being able to compare Ian with Dumbledore, it can be seen that Hagrid was really praising Ian sincerely. After all, no one can shake Dumbledore's position in the heart of this half-blood giant.

"Yes, I'm definitely not as good as Dumbledore now, so I still need to practice." Ian was decorating other details. He piled up various candy boxes under the tree.

Almost all the candies inside had been carefully inspected by "Commissioner Prince", and his wallet was filled with the sinful candy oil, which made him more motivated to work.

"These candles are so hard to light. They will all burn out if you're not careful..." Michael and William were practicing their [Arson Spell] with the help of the candles that needed to be placed.

"Is there a possibility that they don't want to use the kind of fire you have in your hands?" Hagrid was too embarrassed to criticize William and Michael directly after being praised by the two little wizards all the way.

"Of course we do."

William's expression was not surprised.

Michael then spoke in a serious tone, "Ian said we should seize this opportunity to practice and create conditions for him to report more losses to the professors."

He did it knowingly.

Hagrid, who was always straightforward, was stunned. He noticed the tricky operation the little wizard was trying to perform, but he felt that such behavior did not rise to the level of immorality.

After all, it was just some candy and candles... Maybe Ian's favorability with Hagrid was already very high, or maybe Hagrid didn't know that these candles were also magical materials. In any case, after touching his nose awkwardly, he began to change the subject as if he had noticed nothing.

"Are you all going home for Christmas this year?"

This is a choice that little wizards have to face every Christmas.

"William and I are going back, but Ian isn't." Michael gave the answer for all three of them. He saw Ian hanging some more small icicles on the Christmas tree.

"Every year, many little wizards choose to go home, but there are also many little wizards who stay for the holidays." Hagrid seemed to be very considerate of Ian's possible feelings of loss. He remembered that Ian was an orphan from an orphanage, and he might have thought that Ian had no home to return to because of this reason.

however.

Ian was so enthusiastic about making ice sculptures that he hid one of his own in every Christmas tree and even climbed onto the ceiling to start an improvisation.

Forget about feeling depressed, he didn't even hear what the others were discussing.

"You can come and play with me during the Christmas holidays." Hagrid shouted to Ian on the ceiling. He was worried that the little wizard might fall from above at any time.

"Of course no problem, I'll come to you when I finish my business." Ian responded immediately and hid a lot of copper Knuts on the ceiling.

At the banquet tomorrow night.

He will be the real Santa Claus of Hogwarts.

what?
Why not use Galleons?

What we should focus on is the sense of ceremony! Rather than how much money the little wizards have earned! Can the sense of ceremony be measured by money? The little wizards must be happy enough to have some copper Knuts falling from the sky!

"Maybe you can hide a gold Galleon in it, so that the lucky one can get more happiness and surprises." Hagrid raised his head and began to instruct Ian to decorate the ceiling.

"good idea!"

Ian looked down at the seat where he usually sat, and then he openly hid a gold Galleon on it. His action made his two roommates look at each other in bewilderment, unable to speak.

“Great Christmas idea!”

Hagrid was unaware of Ian's little trick and he happily praised Ian's sudden idea.

"Santa should thank us."

Ian jumped directly from the ceiling and cast a levitation spell on himself in mid-air, making his body as light as a feather when he landed.

"The next thing is the work of the elves."

He clapped his hands.

Perhaps because he had stayed in the "laboratory" for too long, Ian was quite attentive and happy in decorating the auditorium. After saying goodbye to Hagrid, he also took a rare day off for himself.

"What are you doing here? Roller skating!" Ian ran to the Black Lake with the ice skates he had made and saw Aurora sitting on a rock staring at the Black Lake in a daze. Without saying a word, he turned Aurora's shoes into ice skates and took Aurora to the Black Lake to skate.

“What are we doing?”

Aurora didn't react until they reached the Black Lake.

“Enjoy life.”

Ian drank some chicken soup.

This made Aurora thoughtful again - she learned very quickly. She was a little confused at the beginning, but she quickly mastered the skills and became even better than Ian.

Like a black swan on the lake.

Of course, it would be better if this black swan wasn’t so harsh in her words.

"Aren't you going to continue skating? Are you frustrated by me?" Aurora saw Ian stop and spoke to him cautiously in a low voice.

"Can I wait for you? You can also pretend that I skate slower than you." The German girl was a straightforward person, but her overly direct words made Ian feel embarrassed.

"It's just halftime."

Ian ran to land and began to add more inscriptions on his ice skates - yes, his shoes had been specially treated from the beginning.

"That's how life is. When you find that you are not as skilled as others, you must reflect deeply on one question... Is it because I didn't cheat enough?"

Ian's competitive spirit made him spend a lot of money on shoes.

The day passed quickly in laughter and joy.

Before going to bed at night.

"Ian, don't you really want to come home with me to play on Christmas? I have so many magic props at home." After washing up, William invited Ian again.

Before he spoke, Michael had already muttered to Ian several times about what fun things he had at home - wanting friends to come to his home to play seems to be something every child looks forward to.

"I still have a work to finish. I will definitely do my best next year!" Ian thought that the round trip would take too long. He had actually wanted to stay in Hogwarts to study. Of course, he was also worried that after the Christmas holiday, Voldemort might disappear after he came back.

If Voldemort had attempted to sneak attack Grindelwald during the holidays and was killed by Grindelwald, where would he have found such good soul fuel for Voldemort?
"If that kind of scene really happens in the near future, I will try my best to ensure that I can arrive at the scene in time." Ian wanted to be a sixth-rate guy and secretly burn Voldemort's remaining soul.

I don't know if Voldemort will agree.

"Since he didn't come to me, I took it as his consent." After confirming that Quirrell still hadn't taken any action tonight, Ian lay on the bed and closed his eyes in anticipation.

tonight.

Christmas Eve is approaching.

It was time for him to enter the hazy fantasy again.

From the trance of falling asleep to the clarity of mind, Ian slowly opened his eyes, and he was back to the familiar castle of Teacher Morgan. However, this place, which was clearly familiar to him, had some unfamiliar situations that made him feel extremely surprised.

For example, Teacher Morgan didn't sit on her bench.

For example, Ian just seized this hard-earned opportunity, and hurriedly ran forward to sit on Teacher Morgan's bench, comfortably feeling the comfortable experience brought by this "throne".

But the next moment.

Without any warning.

"Roar!"

Ian suddenly heard a fierce roar coming from outside the castle. The terrifying sound even shook the entire castle as if an earthquake had occurred.

The shaking was so severe that it even shook Ian off the bench.

He fell down on the cold floor.

This is definitely not a coincidence.

"Hiss! Did Teacher Morgan find out that I sat on her chair and get so angry that she let out a witch's roar that shook the earth?" Ian hurried to the castle gate.

then.

The giant dragon crawling on the ground and Teacher Morgan's dark face appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)