Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 131: Ian's Amazing Cycle
the next day.

Outside the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Ian, who had just walked out of the office early in the morning, looked listless and weak, as if he was seriously depleted of body. This was a sign that a wizard's magical power had become extremely weak.

It does not mean that a wizard can no longer cast magic, but the weakness of magic power will make it extremely difficult for the wizard to cast and control magic, and sometimes it will cause wizards to turn into the real explosive genius Seamus.

Of course, Ian was not so out of control. He thought the most uncomfortable part was the feeling of having to concentrate on attending classes the next day after playing all night.

In the auditorium.

On the dining table filled with a variety of food, the young wizards all noticed that something was wrong with Ian. Many young Ravenclaw wizards and even senior students were whispering about his condition.

"The young professor didn't teach us last night. What's wrong with his sunken cheekbones and low spirits?"

"It's simple. He's in love. My brother is like this when he's in love. Sometimes I think the world is really unfair. My sister's face turns red when she's in love."

"I bet some little bitch used a love potion on him."

"Ah? Why didn't you tell me about this method earlier? Damn it, the method you mentioned must have been used secretly by yourself. You are the real little bitch!"

"Stop talking! Eat this! This is delicious!"

"Don't take my cream cake!"

……

Everything was happening just as Ian remembered it, except for the rumors that were fabricated about him in advance. Most of the things were different from what he had experienced in the past, only in details. Of course, it might not be that far off, but it was still not like a replay of "Happy Death Day".

“Even if the difference is just as little as eating one less bite of pickles, does it also belong to the part that was abandoned by fate at the right time?” Ian stared at the food on his plate in a daze.

He never thought that at the young age of eleven, he would abandon his pursuit of health-preserving foods such as wolfberries, red dates, and hot water, and instead turn to thinking about profound philosophical questions.

Ian has been thinking about how to break the impasse. He is not the type of person who would pin all his hopes on others. After all, relying on others is not as good as relying on himself.

"If there really needs to be no deviation at all, then what Dumbledore said about making the correct time flow again is obviously something that Merlin cannot do even if he is resurrected."

"After all, even if I just take a bite of the apple, the damage to the cell wall will definitely be there." Ian quickly finished eating an apple.

"Of course, Mr. Morgan also said that time, under the influence of fate, will smooth out those minor ups and downs, so perhaps Dumbledore just meant not to make big mistakes?"

Ian couldn't eat anything after eating just a little bit of fruit and pudding. It's no wonder that some people lose weight because of their worries. This can indeed seriously affect a person's appetite.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you eating so little?"

William took the opportunity to steal the special hot sauce in front of Ian and spread it on his bread which was already covered with peanut butter. At the same time, he asked Ian about his well-being with great surprise.

He looked at Ian with a sincere and worried look on his face, and even used his hands to quietly push the hot sauce he had dipped into towards Michael, his other roommate next to him. How could this guy be suitable for the Ministry of Magic? Even Hollywood might not be able to accommodate such a smooth performance.

"I'm worried, and Dumbledore drained my magic." Ian's voice was a little weak, and he kept using his fork to pick at the fruit peels on the plate that he had eaten clean and then spit out. This little trick is something that many senior wizards want to learn but don't have the chance to learn.

"Oh! My God! Dumbledore drained you? This... I don't want to listen! I don't want to listen! I heard nothing!" Michael covered his ears in shock.

He probably misheard because there were two little wizards between him and Ian. He stuffed the overnight chicken leg into his mouth and instantly showed the top expression of fear on a black man's face.

not only that.

This guy even started mumbling something like "Old British gentleman, as expected". God knows what shocking rumors he will spread in Hogwarts next.

of course.

Ian didn't care now. After all, if he didn't arrive by Christmas, everything that was happening now would be reset. It didn't matter even if there were rumors that he and Snape had a child.

"The fact that I didn't think about becoming a Homelander shows that my self-control is no less than Dumbledore's." Ian silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Followed by.

"Cough cough cough!!"

William beside him had a red face and was coughing extremely violently. He was holding a piece of broken sandwich in his hand and kept spitting out food scraps from his mouth.

"Your hot sauce is poisonous!!"

William drank three glasses of water but it didn't help relieve the pain in his mouth.

"It's not poisonous, it's just an extract from the Carolina Reaper pepper." Ian didn't turn his head, but continued to fiddle with the broken fruit peels on the plate with one hand while pushing the milk in front of him towards William.

This was the drink that Ian had placed in front of him a long time ago, but Ian hadn't taken a sip. It was obvious that the milk he prepared in front of him was not meant for him to drink.

"How could you make this kind of spicy sauce for yourself?!" After William drank the milk mixed with the potion, his expression suddenly relaxed, and his face, which had been as red as a monkey's butt, visibly returned to normal.

"I don't eat this stuff, I prepared it for you." Ian knew that William would eat a lot of his hot sauce, which would result in him not having enough hot sauce when he had dinner tonight.

After all, he had experienced this scene in his own time. After hearing the conversation between the two people, Michael, who picked up the red bread again, silently put down the food in his hand.

Brother Hei also covered the hot sauce that William had pushed to his side, then ran to Ian with the chili and returned the hot sauce to Ian with both hands.

"You actually predicted that I would steal your precious hot sauce. That's incredible." William looked a little stunned. He stared with a "Ron" face.

"Not only do I know that you will eat my hot sauce, I also know that the Gryffindor senior over there will be slapped by his girlfriend, and then his lover will walk over and kick him in the crotch." Ian didn't usually pay much attention to gossip in Hogwarts, but he still felt deeply impressed by some of the more special gossip.

He is now in a special cycle anyway. No matter what he says or spoils anything, in the end, the people around him will not remember what he said or did.

Everything seems to be happening.

But in Dumbledore's theory, everything will ultimately leave no trace.

"I do not believe!"

William stared at the Gryffindor table.

"I don't believe it either!"

Michael joined the chorus of those staring blankly.

Of course, his mouth still didn't stop. No matter what food the fork picked up from the plate, he still kept putting it into his mouth.

"Such a ridiculous scene shouldn't happen."

The two of them just stared in the direction of Ian's finger, and the breakfast time passed by minute by minute. Just when they were about to complain that they were deceived by Ian again.

"Snapped!"

The blonde girl angrily slapped a senior Gryffindor student in the face, and even after she left angrily, the senior Gryffindor student had not yet retracted his gaze.

"Snapped!"

Another girl also came up and raised her legs as Ian said, making the senior Gryffindor look pale and curl up on the ground like a weak shrimp.

There were voices cursing the senior as a scumbag and being a playboy floating over from afar. In fact, Ian felt that this senior was really wronged. After all, from a certain perspective, this senior could still be considered loyal.

Blonde hair, long legs, and an oval face.

In the next few days, seven or eight ships of the capsized senior were exposed one after another, and without exception, they perfectly met these three characteristics. Isn't this another form of specialization?

"It's actually true!"

Michael and William both widened their eyes in disbelief.

"How did you know?"

William immediately turned around and looked at Ian.

"My friend, isn't it obvious? The answer is simple, of course it's prophecy. You didn't expect that I, who sleeps in the bed next to you, am also a prophet hidden among the crowd." Ian tried his best to do something he had never done before. This was an order from Albus Dumbledore.

The young wizard didn't know what Lao Deng wanted to do, but he pretended to be cool, stood up and left, leaving only a mysterious back to his two dumbfounded roommates. It felt really good.

……

Mankind's greatest enemy is time. Even though Ian was stuck in a loop, he still felt that this statement was very correct, so he skipped the flying class which was the first class this morning and went into the Room of Requirement.

Since he is now in a time loop that will be constantly reset, in the fate copy, the school points are no longer important. Of course, the young wizard must make full use of his time where it should be used.

"It's not that I'm not self-disciplined enough, it's that Albus Dumbledore can't stand it. He said he wanted to do things he wouldn't normally do, but he also rejected my wonderful proposal to blow up the Ministry of Magic."

While Ian took out several more Resurrection Stone embryos and began further processing, he touched the shivering Dementor beside him. He found that the Dementor could understand human language more and more.

"Don't worry, I won't blow up you or my Hogwarts." Ian felt that not only the Dementors were appeased, but the atmosphere in the Room of Requirement had also changed slightly.

"Teacher Morgan only said that I can't bear her weight now, but he didn't say that I won't be able to bear her weight in the future. And Pandro should also have a ring of his own."

"He might even crown me and prove my legitimacy... The glutton has eaten so many of my chocolate bars and potato chips, he won't just not give me a little sweet treat, will he?" Ian worked hard to carve the Death Rune on the embryo of the Resurrection Stone. God knows what kind of foundation the little wizard wants to build in Hogwarts.

The clock is ticking.

The little wizard is working hard.

After about an hour and a half, Ian paused his magic rune drawing work on time. He looked at the time, arranged the Dementors to clean a few dozen more crucibles, and then left the Room of Requirement.

Right after the flying class came Snape's Potions class. Even if Ian didn't care about his college grades, he had to go to class, otherwise his life would not be very comfortable in the days to come.

This time.

Not late.

Also successfully teamed up with Aurora.

There are many changes in the details.

The only thing that remained unchanged was Professor Snape's sarcastic criticism.

"Your potion lacks the most important focus and carefulness. The cockroaches were cut too roughly, so the color and efficacy of your potion have been affected."

"Mr. Prince, is it your arrogance that makes you think you can deal with me easily? Ha, I think even..." Snape was about to say something ridiculous that even Knockturn Alley doesn't sell such rubbish.

"Here, this bottle is cut into small pieces."

Ian immediately handed over the second bottle, which made Snape slightly stunned. His expression became a little surprised. Then, he began to try to find fault with Ian's second bottle of potion.

A review.

Before it even reached the mocking stage, Ian handed over the potion that made up for the defect. Snape finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and questioned Ian loudly with a sullen face.

"Are you kidding me?"

His saliva flew everywhere, but Ian dodged it nimbly.

"No, Professor, I reflected on the shortcomings you pointed out after I brewed the first potion. Shouldn't you feel extremely relieved about this?"

Ian spoke sincerely and with a serious expression, but his voice was a little louder, attracting the attention of students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

"..."

Snape opened his mouth.

He could sense the little wizard's cunning intentions, but for a moment he couldn't find the words to refute.

"Rework!"

In the end, between accepting Ian's words and finding other excuses to refute them, Potions Professor Severus Snape chose the least brainy and most unreasonable way to deal with it.

can only say.

This professor really lives up to his reputation.

"Sorry, professor, I have used up all the herbs." Ian spread his hands without panicking. His robe was untied, and it was full of potions that needed to be brewed for this class.

"Damn it! When did you make the medicine?" Snape's face changed drastically, and he rushed to the medicine cabinet. He only opened it during class, but he didn't expect to be robbed. "I didn't break any rules, it was just during this class." Ian saw Snape rushing towards Aurora, and then he pulled out a wooden box from under the table with his keen sense of smell.

"Traceless Expansion Spell..."

Snape's expression was brilliant.

He saw more than twenty propped-up crucibles in the wooden box at the same time. In order to prevent him from discovering it in advance, the young wizard even installed a small air purification device outside the wooden box.

“It has nothing to do with me!”

Aurora raised her hands decisively.

"..."

Snape's mood was really complicated. It was definitely extremely difficult for one person to cook so many potions at the same time, even though they were not particularly complicated recipes.

Many potion masters are unable to accurately control the quality of potions during such simultaneous brewing, but a first-year wizard has managed to do just that.

He should probably be happy and relieved about this.

however.

No matter how hard he tried, Snape could only manage a gnashing-teeth expression.

"Even if what you brewed doesn't count as a waste of potions, Hogwarts doesn't need so much bone-setting potion!" Snape slammed the table so hard that people were shaking with anger.

"What if it's of great use? No one can tell, right, Professor?" Aurora suddenly raised her hand and interrupted. Snape looked at her and didn't dare to make any ridicule or questioning.

Yes.

The little wizard might not do it.

But the little witch might really dare.

He was the professor of Slytherin College, how could he not know the students of his own college? The big bat flicked his sleeves and went to check other people's homework without stopping.

"A great assist! Great!"

Ian sat back down next to Aurora and gave the girl a thumbs up.

"You can obviously make a flawless bone-setting potion, so why do you make so many defective products? Is it just to piss off your uncle?"

Aurora tilted her head in confusion.

"Of course it's because... this is all Dumbledore's orders." Ian would certainly not admit whether he was angry or not. He had a perfect shield to explain his actions.

"Is that so?"

Aurora saw Ian nodded seriously, and she seemed to understand something and began to think deeply. To be honest, Ian targeted Snape because he knew that he would be targeted by Snape soon.

This is not.

After the potions class.

As expected, Snape kept Ian just as he remembered.

"I understand, you reminded me not to use magic when cleaning the toilet, so I need to clean it again tonight." Ian interrupted Snape.

"????"

Snape, whose lines were taken away from him, looked surprised again. Fortunately, he had prepared more than just this one sentence, so he immediately began to assign tasks to Ian.

"Because of your sneaky magic, the bathroom is now clean enough. You have to apply a layer of wax to all the toilets. I added some in it to prevent you from..."

Snape found that before he even raised his hand, Ian pulled out the large bucket he had prepared from under the podium. The strange feeling that had been in his heart since the beginning of the class could no longer be suppressed.

"What's wrong with you!?"

Snape's expression was full of doubt and confusion, but Ian did not answer him. He just filled the barrel and ran out, leaving him with a mysterious back.

of course.

Snape was different from those little wizards who were just amazed and stunned. He frowned and followed quickly. Instead of capturing Ian, he went to the hall to capture Ian's two roommates.

"Tell me! What happened to Prince!" His face had an innate deterrent effect on the little wizards. William and Michael, who were like quails, began to tremble immediately.

"We can't betray our friends, Professor."

William gritted his teeth.

"Yes, this is behavior that will be despised."

Michael immediately swallowed and agreed.

"Very good. I understand protecting your friends. However, I hope your brains are as strong as your friendship. As students of Ravenclaw, you must know a magic called Legilimency. I am not very skilled in it, so I am sure there will be some mistakes."

"Amnesia? Becoming an idiot? Well, that would only be the best case scenario..." Snape really knew how to threaten the young wizard. His words made Ian's two roommates' expressions change drastically.

Michael was almost scared into a white man.

William also had a look of horror.

"You can't do that, Professor, you'll go to Azkaban!" William shouted, but their voices were drowned out by the noise in the hall.

"Oh? Then let's make a bet?" Snape raised his wand in a slow motion. Finally, the two little wizards could no longer hold back and immediately gave their answers in tears.

"It's a prophecy! Professor! Ian has awakened his talent for prophecy! He said he is a prophet hidden in the crowd!" After weighing the pros and cons, William decisively chose to sell out his teammates.

He thought that this shouldn't be a matter that would endanger Ian's life or death. After all, Snape in front of him was Ian's uncle, and they had heard Ian mention this matter more than 360 times.

I just don't like to mention it anymore recently.

"Prophecy? Prophet?"

Snape put down his wand, which he had been trying to raise for a long time. He frowned at first, and then his face changed drastically as if something flashed in his mind.

The two little wizards were left there. The black bat immediately ran towards the basement office, leaving only William and Michael with a hurried back.

"What's up with him?"

Michael was still a little confused, but his skin color had returned to its original color.

"Follow up and take a look?"

William was also a very curious person. He pulled Michael, who looked a little frightened, and ran towards the basement. He lay down at the corner and watched Snape's every move.

I saw.

After entering the office, Snape ran out again soon after, bringing back a bunch of blonde hair and a bunch of black hair and went back into the office.

The smell of brewing potion gradually wafted out.

"I bet that's Miss Grindelwald and Ian's hair."

Michael made his own judgment.

William's eyes widened as if he realized something.

"So that's it! It all makes sense! It all makes sense!" He exclaimed repeatedly as if he had suddenly realized something, and his tone contained a very excited and ecstatic feeling.

……

The two roommates' battle adventure achieved good results without being discovered by Snape. On the other side, Ian was hiding in a corner in another corridor, observing the situation in the corridor from time to time.

He knew who he would meet in this corridor, so he made some preparations in advance. As time passed, the plainly dressed figure soon came with the smell of garlic.

Just when Quirrell walked to the middle of the corridor.

"Snapped!"

Ian pressed a small device in his hand, and the next moment, a piece of floor under Quirrell's feet suddenly exploded, and Quirrell, who was caught off guard, was immediately blown up on the spot - Dumbledore only said that he was not allowed to blow up the Ministry of Magic, but did not say that he was not allowed to find something else to blow up.

"Professor Quirrell went up to the ceiling."

Behind.

There was a voice filled with surprise.

The tone is childish.

"Yeah, I really don't know who is trying to sneak attack our professor." Ian's attention was always on Quirrell, and he had been holding the wand in his hand since the beginning.

after all.

This sneak attack was not only to change his encounter with Quirrell, but more so that once Voldemort's soul came out, he could shout "There are rats and dirty things" and burn Voldemort's soul.

however.

Even though Quirrell was blown up to the ceiling and then fell heavily to the ground, with his buttocks bruised and battered, there was still no abnormal movement in his body.

can only say.

Voldemort is really patient.

No wonder it works.

"Unfortunately, it seems that your goal has not been achieved." The voice behind him came again, but it was no longer childish. Instead, it turned into a voice that made Ian shudder all over.

"Hiss! You're playing tricks on me by changing your voice! Professor! You're the real dirty guy!" Ian turned around with a look of surprise and doubt, and saw a young professor in a dark green robe standing behind him.

"It's called human transfiguration, little one." Alchemy professor Arthur King used another tone, and there were indeed clear visual changes happening in his throat.

"You're not in the library?"

Ian was a little surprised.

He was still recalling his memory of encountering Professor Arthur King at the library.

"I was planning to go."

Arthur King chuckled.

"Ok."

Ian's understanding of what would happen at this point in time was limited to what he had experienced, so he really didn't know when the alchemy professor went to the library before he looked up information related to the Resurrection Stone.

“Have a nice day.”

Ian was a little worried that the young professor would find out that he was the one who blew up Quirrell. Even though Quirrell had just woken up from his coma, he didn't say anything but instead hurriedly crawled towards a secret passage.

"I'm certainly going to have a good day."

Arthur King didn't seem to care about Quirrell. He walked forward, but after walking for a distance, he stopped and looked back at Ian.

"But you may not be happy... Remember I said I could help you, haha, now think about it, do you regret rejecting me?"

The alchemy professor's tone was very light and somewhat joyful.

He was saying things he shouldn't have said.

〔ps: Today, I was delayed by someone. Tomorrow, I will write a big chapter to the extreme.〕

(End of this chapter)