Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 132 131: A wonderful life! Magical power enhancement!

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

The young-looking Arthur King uttered a teasing remark and disappeared around the corner. Ian, with a changed expression, immediately chased after him but did not see the professor on the other side of the corner.

"What about people!"

Enter the eye.

Ian only saw a long empty corridor that stretched all the way to the library. The alchemy professor who was still in his sight a few seconds ago disappeared silently. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air when he turned the corner. Ian's eyes did not even catch a glimpse of Arthur King's clothes.

"Apparition? That shouldn't be possible! Apparition is not possible in Hogwarts!" Ian stared blankly at the silent corridor, the doubt in his eyes becoming even more intense.

Not only was it hard to believe that the alchemy professor suddenly disappeared, but what Ian found most difficult to understand was what Arthur King said just now before he disappeared.

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

He wanted to help the little wizard but was rejected. This kind of thing did happen, but it happened at the right time before Ian fell into the loop - a few hours after now, when Ian was looking up information in the library because he was thinking about the resurrection stone.

Two people will meet by chance.

Then, Ian rejected the alchemy professor's kindness because he was worried that the alchemy professor might covet the Deathly Hallows, which should have not happened yet.

In fact.

At that time, Ian thought that the alchemical problems the alchemy professor mentioned were the information about the Resurrection Stone he was looking for, but now he sees that what this mysterious professor is talking about is obviously not the Resurrection Stone.

The mark of Slytherin.

This thing is also a creation of alchemy.

Perhaps Arthur King, the mysterious alchemy professor, had seen through Ian's situation as early as that time, and knew that Ian would fall into his current predicament because of the mark of Slytherin!

The more he thought about it, the stronger this feeling became.

"There's something wrong with this guy!" Ian had suspected Arthur King before because of the extra notes, and now the other party's mysterious behavior was obviously the real evidence of the werewolf's self-exposure.

As part of the cycle.

How could this guy know something that hadn't happened yet? And judging from his tone, it was obvious that this thing that hadn't happened yet was in the past tense for him!

Arthur King!
Also having gone through a conversation with Ian that was supposed to take place in a few hours!
"Isn't he, like me, part of this cycle? Perhaps he discovered my situation and somehow followed me into the intercepted fate that Dumbledore mentioned?" This was the only possible explanation Ian felt could reasonably explain Arthur King's remarks just now.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a mysterious character hidden in Hogwarts. You know, even Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald did not notice what happened to Ian!
How could a marginal character who was so inconspicuous that no one could remember whether there was such a character in the original book be able to spot the changes in Ian at the first sight? Who could believe that there are wizards in this era who are more ruthless and sharp than Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald!
It's totally unreasonable!
Neither science nor magic!

It is completely absurd and bizarre, and it makes people feel that the magic is quite unreal!
"Something that shouldn't have happened happened. There must be some special reasons for it." Ian kept thinking in his mind, and bold guesses arose in his heart.

Such a mysterious person, with unclear purpose, who seems to be in the same state as Ian, cannot be an ordinary professor who should live in Hogwarts.

if not.

How could Voldemort have lasted for seven episodes in the original story? Moreover, he almost occupied Hogwarts during the final battle. Ian didn't remember any outstanding performance by this alchemy professor among the professors who resisted.

"Maybe... is it really what I think?" Ian didn't even bother to follow Quirrell, whose butt was blown off, into the secret passage. He took out the Marauder's Map, checked it, and immediately ran to the principal's office.

"He actually acted so cool in front of me, left me a mysterious back, and then dared to continue reading in the library." Ian found that Arthur King's name did not disappear from the map, but continued to appear in the library in a swagger, so he pulled Professor Albus Dumbledore along.

Maybe it feels unsafe.

He also pulled Gellert Grindelwald, who was leisurely enjoying his lunch in the hall, out. Of course, he still briefly explained the situation and his speculation to the two professors.

"Tsk tsk, is this kid playing a prank on us?"

Grindelwald and Dumbledore followed Ian. Ian was like a child taking his uncle Superman to school, and he marched towards the library in a heroic and confident manner.

"right here!"

Ian caught a young professor of alchemy in front of a bookshelf in the public library area, flipping through a biography as if nothing had happened, and seemed to be reading with great interest.

The two centenarians held wands in their hands, but they didn't look like they were going to act rashly. After all, the person Ian had reported was a current professor.

"Mr. Prince, are you sure Professor Arthur King said that to you?"

Dumbledore's original intention was to come and check the situation, and then use [Legitimate Memory] quietly to check the situation on the professor who had lost the "aura of protection for minors".

However, the old principal still felt it was a little unbelievable and wanted to confirm it with the young wizard. He didn't want to offend an innocent professor unnecessarily, but he obviously didn't expect that the young wizard would also draw his wand.

"Of course I'm sure, Headmaster Dumbledore. I'm only eleven years old. How could there be anything wrong with my ears?" Ian let Dumbledore know what decisive action meant.

"Except your weapons!"

Ian released magic directly at Professor Arthur King. A red light shot towards Arthur King, who seemed unaware of anything. The young professor of alchemy was immediately caught.

The wand at his waist flew high up, and not only that, everything on his body that could be used as a weapon exploded, including his clothes, robes and even the rings on his fingers.

"Who! Who attacked me!"

Arthur King was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He was left with only a pair of shorts on his body. His face was filled with horror. He covered his crotch and screamed hysterically.

"I'm sorry, Arthur..."

Albus Dumbledore quickly held down Ian who was about to continue casting the spell, and walked out of the secret observation area. He looked back at Ian with an expression that was a little indescribable.

Obviously.

The old headmaster was speechless at Ian's unusual disarming spell.

"Someone attacked me! Principal! Someone attacked me!" Arthur King looked panicked, hiding behind Albus Dumbledore and looking around in panic. He didn't know whether he wanted to use Albus Dumbledore as a shield or was worried that his white skin would be seen by others for free.

"He was a naughty little fellow. I apologize to you on his behalf."

Albus Dumbledore had a rather strange expression.

His eyes met Arthur King's nervous and panicked eyes.

"Little guy, you are really brave."

Grindelwald did not walk out. He just raised his hand quickly and pulled the wand belonging to the alchemy professor, which was blasted onto the bookshelf by magic, in front of himself.

"Tsk, tsk, acacia wood, thestral tail hair..." Grindelwald was identifying the material of Professor Arthur King's wand. Just when the young wizard was about to ask if he had found anything.

"You are not allowed to use magic in the library! Damn it! Why are you, the principal, leading the way..."

Madam Pince, who heard the noise, came over. Albus Dumbledore, who was comforting Professor Arthur King, turned back to explain, but Madam Pince stopped talking halfway.

"Plop~"

Who says that people’s sleep quality will deteriorate as they age?

Didn't you see Madam Pince fall asleep immediately?

"..."

Not only Albus Dumbledore was stunned, even Ian felt that the professor of dark magic next to him was too heavy-handed. When he turned around, Grindelwald had already put his wand back to his waist.

"Sleeping spell, I know my limits."

Grindelwald spoke up to provide additional explanation for his actions. He was still flipping Arthur King's wand. He had just tried but was unable to successfully cast a spell with this wand.

otherwise.

Maybe Madam Pince only had time to get started?
Albus Dumbledore quickly conjured up a pillow for Madam Pince.

He did not use anything else as a basis. This method of almost "creating something out of thin air" attracted Ian's attention. The young wizard remembered that Albus Dumbledore was once the professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts.

"I want to learn this, Professor!"

Ian looked at Dumbledore with shining eyes.

"This is not something we should be talking about right now."

Albus Dumbledore touched his forehead. He looked at Madam Pince on the ground and the alchemy professor whose clothes had been torn off. He felt very tired inside and realized how much of a headache it was for him to have Ian and Grindelwald together.

“I’m protecting her.”

Grindelwald was still making an innocent expression.

"This is a school! Gellert! You are attacking our colleagues!" Albus Dumbledore's tone became much heavier and a bit angry.

Ian shrank his neck.

Fortunately, this anger was not directed at him.

"Is this guy Gellert Grindelwald? Damn it! Isn't he Gilderoy Lockhart? What the hell are you doing? Could it be that he is the one who attacked me just now?"

Arthur King was hurriedly putting on the robes handed to him by Albus Dumbledore. When he heard the name Albus Dumbledore called him, his face suddenly changed.

After a burst of facial expressions, he was horrified and screamed in panic, "Shouldn't this guy be imprisoned forever and never be allowed to step out of his cell?"

This statement came out.

Grindelwald's eyes immediately turned unfriendly when he looked at him.

“It must be an act!”

Ian felt that although the other party's reaction looked lifelike, it was soulless. How could an outstanding wizard have such dull nerves and noisy feelings?

"What are you acting? What are you talking about? I'm just reading a book here..." Arthur King's tone was a little aggrieved. He watched the little wizard raise his wand and point it at himself.

The young professor immediately raised his hands and looked at the old principal beside him with a pleading look. His harmless look was completely different from the feeling he had given Ian before.

It's like disguising yourself as a little lamb.

"Stop pretending! This is some weird stuff left behind by Salazar Slytherin!" Ian brought the two strongest fighters from Hogwarts here because he felt he had connected all the information.

how to say.

The analysis is reasonable and well-founded.

In this secret cycle created by Slytherin, even Grindelwald and Dumbledore were not immune. Who else could be able to break out of the cycle and become a special individual like Ian?
It's not Salazar Slytherin himself! It's the handwriting left by Salazar Slytherin before his death! Since the dragon in the misty fantasy had told Ian about Slytherin's death, Ian would of course be more inclined to believe that Professor Arthur King was a legacy of Salazar Slytherin before his death.

If Gryffindor could leave a secret portrait with certain privileges, and Ravenclaw also had eyes that looked into the human world, then Salazar Slytherin could certainly have left some means behind.

Alchemy of life.

This kind of thinking is like what Salazar Slytherin would try. If Professor Arthur King was not a person, but a biological alchemy result left by Salazar Slytherin, it would be natural and reasonable for him to enter this cycle without being affected by fate and time.

"As an outstanding alchemical creation, it is reasonable for him to teach others alchemical knowledge in school!" Ian's analysis was indeed just a guess based on known facts. However, he was not afraid of being wrong. After all, no matter how he did whatever he wanted, the impact he caused would be reset to zero after the cycle was reset.

"Do you think I'm an alchemical work left by the founder of Hogwarts?" Arthur King was stunned at first, then his eyes widened with an incredible expression.

"Although you are a first-year wizard, I thought you had learned alchemy quite well. But now it seems that you don't understand the taboos and limitations of biological alchemy at all!"

Arthur King's tone was full of criticism and indignation.

"What do you mean, Professor?"

Ian did not reply, but looked at Albus Dumbledore. The old headmaster was silent for a while, then shook his head at him with a flickering look in his eyes.

"Ok?"

Ian understood what the old headmaster meant. This master of Legilimency did not find any information in Arthur King's memory that could make Albus Dumbledore suspicious of him.

"It shouldn't be!"

Ian was a little surprised. He looked at the robe fragments on the ground. "He also likes to wear dark green clothes. These are the symbols of Slytherin House."

Hearing the little wizard's words.

Arthur King immediately rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"That's because I graduated from Slytherin College!" He looked at Ian's wand, as if he realized at this moment that the person who attacked him was the little wizard in front of him.

"Professor Arthur King is indeed an outstanding graduate of Slytherin College. This is fully proven in his application for employment and... in my memory."

Albus Dumbledore also spoke up for Arthur King, his voice calm and steady. Grindelwald looked up at him, then looked at Professor Arthur King.

"I'm not afraid of a dark wizard like you." Arthur King seemed to be showing his courage, but there was a sense of guilt in his voice, which was extremely obvious.

"Of course, that's nice."

Grindelwald smiled brilliantly.

"I never thought that our headmaster would mobilize so many troops to deal with me just because of the nonsense of a little wizard. This really makes me feel very disappointed."

Arthur King turned to look at Albus Dumbledore again, and said in a very dissatisfied tone, "I have worked for Hogwarts for eleven years, working diligently without any mistakes, and never doing anything to let the school and its students down. Can't all these years of hard work earn your trust?"

"I bet that if the person this little wizard slandered was Professor McGonagall, you would definitely not condone him to attack Professor McGonagall." Arthur King's expression was full of resentment.

He glared at Ian indignantly.

"Arthur, I'm sorry for what happened to you today. If there's anything we can do to make it up to you, please feel free to ask us for anything you need."

Albus Dumbledore's tone was calm, and his voice was full of sincere apology.

Hear the words.

Arthur King's expression also looked better.

"You believed the little wizard's slander and came here to find me, so you must give me a proper explanation, right?" Arthur King sighed, and his attitude was not as aggressive as before.

"Mr. Prince told us that not long ago, you said some...inappropriate words to him in the corridor." Albus Dumbledore began vaguely.

Arthur King frowned immediately.

"What's the exact time?"

He looked at Ian who was examining the ring fragment.

"Fifteen minutes ago?"

The little wizard gave the correct answer.

"Then the person you met could not be me, because I have been here for several hours. I think Madam Pince, who was attacked by you, can prove this for me."

Arthur King's tone was extremely calm as he looked at Madam Pince who was lying on the ground and sleeping. At this time, Grindelwald also walked up to Madam Pince and pointed his wand at her temple.

"He is right. In our librarian's memory, she did talk to him here for a long time." Grindelwald retracted his wand and looked at Albus Dumbledore.

"Does Madam Pince have this memory..."

Albus Dumbledore lowered his head, his deep eyes behind his glasses swaying slightly. Arthur King, who was standing next to him, immediately became excited again.

"I said I never went out, and I never said anything inappropriate to the little wizard in the corridor. Damn it, do you think I am a copper smelter?"

"My ancestors are not English!" Arthur King spoke in an angry tone, like an innocent person who was slandered. It seemed that he misunderstood the reason why the little wizard and his men came to him.

"..."

Ian felt that the alchemy professor was scolding the entire British people.

"Once again, I express my most sincere apologies. I will teach the little fellow who lied about the information a lesson." Albus Dumbledore suddenly and abruptly bowed slightly to Arthur King.

"It's better to teach him a lesson! He has caused me great psychological harm!" Arthur King still stood there, looking at Ian with a vicious expression.

"I hope this can heal the hurt you have suffered." Grindelwald took out a heavy cloth bag, walked forward and stuffed the bag into Arthur King's hand.

"Oh, do you think I'm short of gold galleons?"

Arthur King opened the cloth bag, and his face was dyed golden by the gleaming rare metal in the bag, which far exceeded the bag's capacity. He once again performed the Sichuan Opera's face-changing performance.

"Actually, the psychological damage I've suffered is not that great. Don't worry, I won't tell others that you are Grindelwald. I think you are definitely not as bad as people say. People have many misunderstandings about you." He stuffed the cloth bag into the robe that Dumbledore gave him, then raised his open hands towards Grindelwald.

This was clearly a request for the wand that was being held by Grindelwald.

"It's an excellent and loyal wand. It's a very rare combination." Grindelwald smiled and returned Arthur King's wand to the other party, but his tone was slightly meaningful.

"Thank you for the compliment. I think this has something to do with my excellence." Arthur King checked his wand and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it was not damaged.

"Come on, little one."

Grindelwald took the lead and led Ian towards the library door. Albus Dumbledore helped Madam Pince up from the ground, and then followed after putting the unconscious Madam Pince back on the chair.

"Professor, I'm not lying, and I'm not hallucinating." Ian followed the two old men. He felt that the two silent people in front of him were a little depressed.

"Of course I believe you, Ian, but the facts are in front of us...at least we see that there is no problem with him, so we can't treat our professor like a dark wizard." Albus Dumbledore sighed, his tone filled with a very serious tone.

"My experience is fine." Ian pointed his wand at his temple and pulled out a strand of silver thread emitting starlight.

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with your experience... this is the real big problem." Albus Dumbledore sighed, and his seemingly nonsense words were full of deep meaning.

"What do you mean?"

Ian stuffed the pulled-out silver thread back into his temple.

The old headmaster did not respond, but just looked at Grindelwald beside him.

"I can't use his wand, even if I force it." Grindelwald shrugged, still smiling as he pieced together a lot of information he had discovered before.

"Does this prove that his magic power is superior to yours?" Ian also understood some basic rules of the magical world, and immediately thought of a more bizarre possibility.

"Acacia wood will only choose the most talented wizards... Of course, this is just a concept in a broad sense, and it has little to do with my inability to drive this wand."

Grindelwald glanced back, recalling his feelings in his mind.

"I prefer a more direct explanation, Professor."

Ian felt that Grindelwald was even more beating around the bush than Dumbledore.

"He hexed his wand, boy, and just as his wand was blown out of his robes by your magic, he performed a wandless spell that none of us noticed."

"I think our alchemy professor may be a germaphobe in this regard and doesn't like others using his things." Grindelwald's voice still had a light feeling.

However, Ian felt a little horrified when he thought about it carefully.

"Could this guy be Slytherin himself?" He thought of Voldemort's obsession with creating Horcruxes. He could never be sure that the seemingly great Salazar Slytherin was not so fearless of life and death.

After all, like fathers, like sons, like daughters. With a descendant like Voldemort, it is possible that Salazar Slytherin is also involved in Horcruxes. Is the use of Horcruxes a tradition of their old Slytherin family?
"You should go to class, little Ian. Professor McGonagall doesn't like students who are late." Albus Dumbledore actually took Ian all the way to the door of the Transfiguration classroom.

"Hiss, I thought the three of us had already formed a team." Ian was a little reluctant. He had already taken this class, and his mind was full of the mystery of Professor Arthur King, so he didn't want to continue repeating what he had done.

"You can ask Professor McGonagall about the Transfiguration techniques you want to learn. She always likes students like you who have outstanding talents in Transfiguration." Albus Dumbledore pushed Ian directly into the classroom.

Seeing the eyes of the little wizards in the classroom looking at him, Ian looked back every few steps, and finally accepted his fate and found a seat to sit in the classroom.

Outside the window.

The figures of Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald were moving away. Ian, who had used some magical tricks, vaguely overheard the conversation between the two people as their voices gradually faded.

"It seems that the second prophet you told me about has been found." Albus Dumbledore spoke to Grindelwald, and Grindelwald shook his head and gave another response.

"I think he's not the person we're looking for, but a third person... In fact, when I was looking through your school's past materials, I noticed something unusual in his resume."

What the two people were talking about was beyond the scope of information Ian knew. After Professor McGonagall entered the classroom, he was still frowning and wondering what the second and third persons meant.

And the other side.

In the library where all three people had left.

"This is really beyond my expectation." Professor Arthur King took a long time to retract his gaze from the door after the three people left.

"They are both smart people. Both of them are good at acting better than me." Suddenly, the figure of Professor Arthur King appeared from behind the bookshelf next to them.

The space fluctuated.

Another Arthur King appeared in the library. He was wearing the clothes he wore before his clothes were blown up, and the ring on his hand that shone with bronze luster was not broken like his clothes.

"Oh, it all went wrong. It's also my fault that I have to rely on this thing. I haven't experienced anything like this for a long time." Arthur King turned the ring on his finger.

next moment.

He was originally in the library, wearing the robes given by Dumbledore, but he disappeared like dust in the wind, completely losing his trace as if he had never existed.

"I shouldn't have been so mean and went up to that little guy to tease him. I should have realized that the guy who can play with you must be a reckless man..."

"I was caught off guard by this sudden move!" Arthur King took out a photo from his robe. It was a photo of Ian and his two dead friends.

"The road I'm about to take is really too difficult to walk on...why not, I should find a beautiful place to die there? It would be best if there was a waterfall above my grave to wash it every day."

In the library.

A breeze blew in from the window.

The seemingly young professor seemed to be thinking about this problem seriously.

……

Inside the Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall finished teaching the young wizards with a worried look on her face. Ian never took the opportunity to ask for some special lessons. The older cat lady ran out of the classroom just like he remembered.

"What are you busy with?"

Ian felt that he could use the opportunity of the cycle to explore things that he would not normally notice, so he followed Professor McGonagall all the way around Hogwarts.

of course.

The head of Gryffindor was certainly not just admiring the craftsmanship of the statues. Every time she came in front of a statue, Professor McGonagall would carefully examine the marks on the statue.

“This one has not been touched.”

"Neither does this."

"Damn it, who moved which stone statue?"

……

Ian overheard Professor McGonagall's mumblings clearly. He saw that Professor McGonagall was becoming more and more anxious and hurried. After checking all the statues in Hogwarts, she looked like she had aged ten years.

Under the extraordinary characteristic of [Thought Perception], Ian went from being unable to understand the other person's thoughts to being able to clearly feel the panic in Professor McGonagall's heart.

"The statue was moved? Hiss! Could it be that I am the culprit?" Ian pondered over the words that Professor McGonagall had muttered, and he realized the reason for her anxiety.

Ian, who was guest-starring in the Tailing Theater, realized this and immediately slipped away quietly, diving into the Room of Requirement and acting as a magical ostrich.

He thought about running out and turning himself in, so that Professor McGonagall could sleep well tonight, but the thought of Professor McGonagall's long lecture on him gave him a headache. Even in the loop, Ian was a little afraid of this kind of scene, which was much more frightening than being Snape's weird temper.

"Middle-aged professors who are serious, solemn, responsible, and like to preach make people feel the most nervous." Ian started burning the cauldron with his Dementors in the Room of Requirement.

The scene of hundreds of crucibles brewing potions at the same time was quite spectacular - to be honest, in Ian's opinion, the IQ of Dementors was not low, at least the IQ of the one next to him seemed to be getting higher and higher.

At the beginning, this Dementor could only help him process some simple materials and light fires, but now, it can even remember some simple potion-brewing procedures.

"You're such a good helper!" After Ian climbed up with a ladder, he patted the Dementor's shoulder and made a big promise to him.

"When I find a chance to get a few more Dementors back from Azkaban, I'll let all of them help me make potions. Then I'll make you the Dementor General."

"No! The King of Dementors!" Perhaps it was because Ian had been puaing the Dementors, the Dementors were also brainwashed by him, and immediately they were energized by his pie and worked even harder.

"Keep the pots fired; I'll go buy some stock." Ian started his own action after the night fell silent. He certainly knew how to make full use of this time loop.

The two barrels of wax in the purse had already given him inspiration. Ian felt that his good uncle was unknowingly, but in some mysterious way, he was providing him with guidance.

"The potion materials here are really free!" Of course Ian couldn't open the door of Snape's office. The magic attached to the lock on it was far beyond the level that his unlocking spell could handle.

only.

Sometimes the lock cannot be opened, but it does not affect people from entering... With a loud bang, Ian had left the crime scene before Snape hurried over.

The real explosive genius may already be in Hogwarts.

"Who is it! Which damn bastard!"

Snape's loud roar and scream were not heard by Ian, because Ian had returned to the Room of Requirement and took full advantage of his special features in the loop to start brewing potions. With the help of the Air Purifier Pro version, Ian was not worried about being caught by Snape while brewing potions. At the same time, Snape's previous teachings also prevented him from leaving any traces of exposing himself at the scene.

people.

Always growing through learning.

Snape rampaged in Hogwarts for a whole night, and finally caught the poor man Quirrell who was secretly making healing potions. Snape regarded Quirrell as the culprit and blackmailed him severely.

There was no other way. When Professor Quirrell heard that Snape was going to ask someone from the Ministry of Magic to come, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and contribute his entire fortune to hide the Dark Lord.

Although he was usually frugal, he actually had quite a lot of money. At least Snape was very satisfied with it. He used Professor Quirrell's savings to buy himself a batch of new materials.

The days passed one by one, and except for this world where only Professor Quirrell was injured, everything else was no different from what Ian remembered.

The downfall of Gryffindor's Sea King set off a chain of suspicion between couples in Hogwarts, and Ian's demonstration of Fiendfyre in a spell class made the head of Ravenclaw exclaim in admiration, but he found that his Stop Instant Spell didn't seem to be so effective, so he immediately ran out of the classroom with his students.

The students are safe.

After all, Ian's control is really strong. However, the burning of the classroom obviously added some burden to Hogwarts' finances.

It doesn't really matter.

Everything will reset after all.

"There has to be something burned to show the beauty of this magic." Ian really let go, and he also found an opportunity to ask Professor McGonagall about Transfiguration in private.

how to say.

It should be said that the opportunity found Ian. Ever since he followed Professor McGonagall and discovered another secret in the school, Ian would always choose a cool stone statue to be his bag carrier when he went out at night.

"Shidun is dispatched!"

It wasn't until Ian cast magic again and found that the stone pillar didn't respond at all that the opportunity came, because the stone statue he chose suddenly shattered and the old cat girl crawled out from it.

"Finally I caught you..."

Professor McGonagall stayed up all night, and her strategy of waiting and waiting was a complete success. She found the mysterious person she was looking for, but he was not quite the same as she had imagined.

"Professor McGonagall! How can you be so... unethical?" Ian felt guilty and nervous, but the scolding he had expected did not happen.

"I knew someone had moved these statues, but I didn't expect it was you... Mr. Prince, I have to say, this really surprised me."

Professor McGonagall looked at the little wizard with a complicated look in her eyes, but her nerves, which had been tense for several days, relaxed. "Although there is no restriction on your behavior in the school rules, I will give you a place in Ravenclaw for your night wandering... Never mind, it is better to give you detention, which is the most deterrent."

The older cat girl looked at the hourglass with an obviously abnormal score. She realized a lot of problems and looked at the little wizard again with an increasingly strange and complicated look in her eyes.

"What kind of confinement?"

The little wizard lowered his head and acted like a good student.

"You need to spend some of your spare time every day to learn more from me. They will become your final exam papers, which are different from the exam papers of other little wizards."

"I hope you take it seriously... After all, you certainly need to be better than other little wizards." Just like that, Ian got the opportunity to receive special training.

to be frank.

Professor McGonagall actually doesn't like to teach young wizards more knowledge. After all, in her opinion, learning Transfiguration requires steady progress, and too little or too little can easily lead to danger.

It was just because she realized some unbelievable factors about Ian, and Ian's transformation skills were indeed excellent, so she paid close attention to Ian's studies for many days afterwards.

For Ian.

This is definitely a painful and joyful experience.

He had less time to brew potions, but his proficiency in Transfiguration was increasing rapidly. Professor McGonagall might not be as strong as Albus Dumbledore, but she was definitely a genuine master of Transfiguration, with rich teaching experience, and could help students with their shortcomings better than Snape.

With a careful and patient professor like Professor McGonagall to guide them, any other young wizard would surely make rapid progress, not to mention Ian, who is already extremely talented.

"Upgraded!"

After several weeks of confinement and study, Ian's proficiency in Transfiguration was greatly improved, pushing his already sixth-level Transfiguration skill up another level.

[Transfiguration (Level 7) 13/6400]

The enlightenment brought by the magic upgrade made Ian's skills improve dramatically, which shocked Professor McGonagall and made her more aware that the little wizard she taught was indeed qualified.

"Hogwarts's choice is never wrong." Professor McGonagall stared at the little wizard's achievements and muttered to herself. After a moment of melancholy and emotion, she solemnly promised to help Ian complete the study of Animagus Transfiguration. She had already seen that Ian had such talent in his Transfiguration.

"Thank you, Professor!"

Ian expressed his sincere gratitude to Professor McGonagall, who did not hide anything just because he was not a Gryffindor student. He had really benefited a lot from studying in the past few weeks.

of course.

In learning Animagus Transfiguration, Ian felt that it would be difficult for him to get help from Professor McGonagall. After all, he was about to enter a new cycle.

That night.

It was the night before Christmas.

It is also the obstacle that prevents Ian from entering a new future.

Before time passes.

Ian was talking to Dumbledore in the headmaster's office, and he happened to meet Snape, who had been procrastinating for several weeks and finally reported the losses from the office explosion to the school.

Snape glanced at him.

Perhaps he thought he was learning magic from Dumbledore, so he didn't say much. He just reminded him to be careful of some hidden guys in Hogwarts and left the office directly.

"Where is our alchemy professor?" Ian asked the question that concerned him most. He found that he had not seen Arthur King on his living map for a long time.

"He has always been here, always fulfilling his duties." Albus Dumbledore's answer surprised Ian, and the young wizard quickly took out the Marauder's Map and checked it again.

No.

Arthur King's name was nowhere to be found.

"He probably hid himself because he was worried that you would cause trouble for him. Your map is not flawless." Albus Dumbledore explained to Ian with a smile.

"Ok."

Of course, Ian knew that no matter who the other party was, his attainments in alchemy must be far superior to his. After all, even Grindelwald could deceive his map.

The young wizard put away the Marauder's Map and turned his attention to the report submitted by Snape.

"Hasn't Professor Snape already made Professor Quirrell pay compensation once?" Ian approached Dumbledore. He saw the staggering figures in the report submitted by Snape.

"I took less than one-tenth of this!" Ian learned another lesson from his good uncle. Not only did his good uncle eat Quirrell, he also took over Hogwarts School again.

No wonder it took so long to sort out the losses before reporting them!
It turns out that he is cooking the books!

"It seems that our Professor Snape wants to make a fortune from this." Albus Dumbledore didn't care about it at all. After all, it was the school directors who paid for these unexpected losses.

In order for their children to learn real skills, the school directors had to grit their teeth and provide supplements. Otherwise, all the materials were missing, and the young wizards would not only learn nothing, but Snape could also take a paid break happily - even if Ian would not restart the cycle, Dumbledore would turn a blind eye.

Snape was rich.

The other professors at Hogwarts would have no shortage of potions.

Isn't this a win-win for everyone?
"It's a pity that my good uncle no longer keeps his materials in his office. I searched all over Hogwarts but couldn't find where he hid them!"

Ian looked at the hundreds of bottles of potions in his purse and felt quite regretful.

"You've been involved in too many things." Albus Dumbledore stood in front of a Pensieve and drew out his memories and put them into the Pensieve.

"Isn't this what you asked for?" Ian blinked. He watched Dumbledore store the memory and then hand him the entire Pensieve.

"It doesn't have to be this kind of... chaotic change." Albus Dumbledore's face twitched as he recalled what the little wizard had done in the past few days.

Not just a blasting genius.

He even found excuses to beat up the spoiled students of Slytherin College several times, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction with Salazar Slytherin on the students of this college.

Even during class, when those spoiled students stepped into the classroom with their left foot first, this little guy would raise his arms and beat them up, accusing them of disrespecting the professor and classmates.

Slytherin students, regardless of grade, dared not resist or draw their wands. After all, they knew very well that if they drew their wands or resisted, the other party would surely draw their wands as well.

At that time, it would not be as simple as getting punched. These pure-blooded wizards of all sizes could still distinguish and weigh the importance of each other.

"I didn't beat up those honest students. I only beat up the troublemakers. You have to admit that they are now much kinder to students from other colleges and their classmates." Ian defended his righteous act. He was just the Hogwarts Batman, not a Hogwarts gangster.

"I do not deny that." Albus Dumbledore nodded, watched Ian put the Pensieve into his purse, and spoke after hesitating for a moment.

"At a time like this, would you mind giving me the honor of... teaching you the Patronus Charm?" Good man, Dumbledore could be so pretentious sometimes.

Ian understood immediately.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Silvery-white silk threads are weaving.

A figure is emerging.

……

When time starts to restart.

Ian found that everything around him was blurry.

After everything regained its clear and visible colors, he returned to the Room of Requirement, as if he had traveled back to the past through a passage of time.

outside.

There was silence, the corridor was dark, and silly Barnabas started asking about cleaning the toilet again - Ian didn't respond and rushed straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

They had already told Ian how to ask for help from the two people, and they also found a way to use the loop bug on Ian's card to buy them research time.

The Pensieve given to Ian by Dumbledore recorded a lot of information that did not belong to this time. Under Ian's influence, it was indeed not reset, just like the potions.

Therefore.

It was not difficult to reconnect with the two professors who knew nothing and had returned to square one. After all, both of them were experienced and experienced people who had once been influential and knowledgeable.

They could also clearly sense the aura on Ian that did not belong to this time. Without any setbacks or difficulties, they once again found the immortal Professor Ronnie Erich in the underground palace.

just.

Ian had no idea what the two people were going to study in the underground palace. He was directly persuaded to leave the underground palace, and this situation continued for the next few cycles.

It’s not like Ian hadn’t thought about secretly checking Dumbledore’s Pensieve, but it was definitely enchanted, and even if Ian wanted to be immoral, he didn’t have the ability to do so.

"We will solve your problem, don't worry." Albus Dumbledore would ask Ian to cast the Patronus Charm every time, and the expression on his face was always extremely firm.

not only that.

The headmaster seemed to be able to guess many things that Ian firmly believed were not recorded in Dumbledore's Pensieve, such as Ian's learning progress in each cycle.

It seemed like a casual chat, but it showed that he was well-informed about many things, as if he knew everything, which made Ian feel more and more that Albus Dumbledore was extremely wise.

He knew that his headmaster had a high IQ, but he didn't realize to what extent. He even suspected that Albus Dumbledore was following him.

It really is that exaggerated.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to accurately determine what potions Ian had brewed without even looking at Ian's purse. He could deduce the complete answer from just a few bits of information.

If there is no such cycle.

Ian really didn't have such a profound perception of Albus Dumbledore's intelligence. He realized that the most terrifying thing about his headmaster might not be his fighting power, which was praised by the wizarding world.

The White Devil is truly terrifying.

It is the coexistence of combat power and wisdom.

It's a pity that Ian was unable to participate in the research of the two old men, otherwise he felt that his feelings would be even deeper. Apart from studying, he spent his time wandering around Snape's office.

"Oh!"

Another familiar explosion.

Ian blew open the door to Snape's office.

He took the potion ingredients with him.

not only that.

The skilled young wizard even had time to leave some traces at the scene, which were Professor Quirrell's hair. What he would do each time in his cycle was slightly different.

Only brushing the potion warehouse and dealing with Quirrell are eternal.

"Damn it! Quirrell!"

This is not.

He hid in the corner and waited for a long time, and finally saw Snape coming to the scene, then discovered the hair in the corner, and then rushed towards the place where the teachers were resting with a roar.

"Unfortunately, the cycle still has a limit..." After Ian once again hid in the Room of Requirement to brew the potion and carve the inscription, he thought that this cycle would still take time.

however.

Albus Dumbledore turned the door open and entered his secret room - the Room of Requirement would indeed open its arms to a second person if the person knew what room he was in.

"Let's go, the time is right."

Albus Dumbledore looked a little hurried. He raised his wand to knock away the Dementor that was snorting at him, and then pulled the little wizard out of the Room of Requirement.

"Am I leaving the loop?" Ian realized that he hadn't done anything yet and felt that the two old men had finished the work, so he quickly stuffed all the potions into his purse.

"Yes, it's time."

Albus Dumbledore walked in front.

"You didn't include me in your research, but I discovered something myself." Ian said, taking out a bottle of potion and handing it to Albus Dumbledore.

"Obviously, this cycle is not without limit, nor does it require a price to be paid. The quality of the potion materials I collected in the last few cycles has obviously declined."

"This potion is as bland as the potion from Knockturn Alley mixed with water." Ian was indeed conducting his own research and investigation, and he realized that the power supporting this cycle was being weakened.

perhaps.

As long as he goes through it a few more times and takes away some more things, he can also get out of the loop. Of course, it is also possible that Ian will be left outside the real world forever after the loop collapses, no one can tell - it is precisely because of this realization that Ian does not empty the entire Hogwarts every time the loop is repeated.

"Yes, your discovery makes me more confident." Albus Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged. He turned his head and looked at the potion in Ian's hand with a slight flicker in his eyes.

"Have you found any clues from Professor Arthur King's side?" Ian was still concerned about the situation of the professor of alchemy. He had observed and tested him more than once in these cycles.

however.

Except for the one encounter in the library, his Marauder's Map had no effect on Arthur King, so he couldn't catch any other suspicious minions of the other party.

"He is not the trouble we have to deal with, although he is a trouble in himself." Albus Dumbledore did not seem to be too worried about Arthur King.

This is true for every cycle.

"Okay, I'll investigate after I get out." Ian actually found himself reluctant to go back to the past. In the beginning, he was actually quite anxious to get out.

However, with enough time for study in the cycle again and again, and doing whatever he wanted from time to time, he also began to realize how wonderful this cycle is.

It’s been a long time.

The feeling of real fragrance is already brewing.

After all, the development path of the Sword God of Shilipo was indeed fascinating. Even though it happened repeatedly, his strength improved significantly by seeking one-on-one guidance from various professors.

"I will also help you when the time comes." Albus Dumbledore took Ian to the headmaster's office first, and took away the Sorting Hat from the headmaster's office.

"What will happen to you after I leave?" To be honest, Ian was still reluctant to part with the old headmaster and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who had selflessly helped him in every cycle.

"Perhaps you should find the answer to this question yourself, because even if I tell you now, you still won't be able to understand it. After all, this requires you to have a sufficient understanding of time and fate."

Albus Dumbledore led Ian through the corridor again. He seemed to be avoiding answering questions. After all, in Ian's opinion, everything here would disappear after he left.

The old principal had said before that everything here was just a possibility abandoned by fate.

"Are you trying to stop me from being sad about this?" Ian moved closer to Albus Dumbledore, and the old headmaster handed him the Sorting Hat in silence.

"As long as the sacrifice is meaningful, it is not worth being sad about. When the old ones leave, there will be new ones to take their place." Albus Dumbledore walked all the way to the front of a lounge.

His earnest voice also came to an abrupt end.

"Are you ready?"

Albus Dumbledore turned and looked at Ian.

"What are you preparing for? Can this place help me break out of the cycle?" Ian looked at the door in front of him with some surprise. If he remembered correctly, this should be the teacher's lounge.

"Your findings are consistent with our conclusions. That is, no matter how sophisticated this cycle is, it has never broken through the scope of magic."

Albus Dumbledore explained to Ian, "Yes, it is still a kind of magic, and as long as it is magic, we can find a way to break and eliminate it."

"And the final answer we came to is that it requires three people with magical powers that have reached the limit to cast the spell together, so, little Ian..." As he said this, Albus Dumbledore kicked open the door in front of him.

There is magic but it is not used.

Just use your feet.

People from Gryffindor House seem to have always had this sentiment.

"Come and welcome the moment when your magic reaches its limit on earth." Albus Dumbledore walked straight in, and Ian followed closely and saw Professor Quirrell who looked panicked.

This unlucky guy had just been blown up by Ian today and was now carefully applying potion to his wounds. When he saw Albus Dumbledore come in, he immediately covered himself with his robe in panic.

"Principal...what...what is going on?"

Quirrell hid the sight of his master, whose butt was badly injured by the explosion, and showed a confused and terrified expression. His acting was slightly better than Arthur King.

only.

Today's Albus Dumbledore obviously didn't want to play any tricks with him.

"Tom, it's time to show your worth." Albus Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and flicked it lightly, and the robe that Quirrell had hastily wrapped around him was blown away.

The bloody, hideous face was suddenly exposed on Quirrell's buttocks - Albus Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was a little cold.

"You shouldn't have come back."

He seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be mocking.

"Damn it! Dumbledore! You must have discovered it a long time ago! I have suffered so many accidents in the past few days! It seems that you were the one who instigated and ordered them behind the scenes!"

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body, and his face began to move to Quirrell's face, overlapping with Quirrell's face, looking even more hideous and unrecognizable. This guy looked at Ian with full of resentment and hatred, and it was obvious that he had known who had been attacking him.

If he couldn't defeat Dumbledore, if he wasn't so weak that he couldn't even defeat this little wizard, why would he let his servant hide in the corner and swallow his anger?

"You look like you want to fight me right now!"

Voldemort wanted to grab the wand, but Albus Dumbledore pressed it lightly with an expressionless face, and then the Dark Lord who possessed the servant fell directly to the ground.

Terrible pressure.

It made him unable to straighten his back.

Couldn't even lift his head.

"There's no war going on here, Tom. I once threatened you with a burning wardrobe in the hope that it would teach you a lesson. Perhaps I am partly responsible for your current situation."

Albus Dumbledore's tone was filled with sadness. "However, your evilness is beyond my imagination. There was a time when I really didn't know how to deal with your unscrupulous means."

"I think this is also a punishment for me... Of course, this punishment is even more so for you." Albus Dumbledore slowly walked towards Voldemort who was crawling on the ground.

"Damn it! Your magic! How could it be... You are obviously old!" Voldemort's voice was filled with fear, because he found that his soul could not even leave the servant's body.

This was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Yes, Tom, I'm too old to scare you with a burning wardrobe, but that doesn't mean I can't make you atone for what you've done."

Albus Dumbledore seemed to be able to suppress Voldemort with great ease. He said with a sigh, "Voldemort, perhaps I should call you this name."

"You probably never understood one thing, that is, the gap between you and me has never changed, even if you used some unscrupulous black magic to make up for the magic gap between you and me."

The old principal's words.

This immediately made Voldemort furious.

"That's because I'm extremely weak now! If I were still in my prime! Old man! Do you dare to show your face in front of me? Do you dare to continue to speak such arrogant and presumptuous lies in front of me!"

His voice echoed throughout the lounge.

It made Ian feel a little hysterical.

"In the beginning, I did neglect you. But after you became powerful, how could you feel that I was afraid of you?"

Albus Dumbledore shook his head, as if he had no interest in this kind of comparison. He looked at the little wizard again and used his eyes to remind Ian to act quickly.

"!!!"

Ian's scalp felt numb.

The principal had said before that he was bringing him here to increase his magic power limit! Now the look in his eyes clearly wanted him to burn his soul, but Ian had never told anyone about the extraordinary characteristics of the Soul Furnace!
"You know all that?"

Ian's mouth twitched.

"Your words and actions, some of your obsessions, are all clues, so it's not difficult to guess."

Albus Dumbledore responded softly. As he said before, sometimes Ian really didn't know how much Dumbledore could figure out from the details.

"You want this little kid to kill me? A little wizard! Are you teaching him how to kill people? " Voldemort seemed to have seen something that was unbelievable to him.

"That's what I told you, Tom. When you see my unknown side, you won't want to be my enemy anymore..."

Albus Dumbledore did not seem to want to hide anything. He spoke softly to Voldemort in front of Ian, and the strong pressure of the wand in his hand made Voldemort's expression extremely painful.

"Even if you are unscathed and have all the power you should have, you will still end up like this. After all, I am the same as you at this moment... unscrupulous."

Albus Dumbledore glanced at Ian again and said, "I think you shouldn't feel any psychological burden. After all, you have wanted to do this for a long time."

The old headmaster's words made Ian swallow.

"The Journey of Flame!"

Ian gritted his teeth and released the magic - the next moment, Voldemort and his servants were swallowed up, and turned into nutrients with a roar of unwillingness.

Ian never thought he would get what he wanted in such a situation.

Name: Ian Prince

Occupation: Blood Warlock

Magic: Level 9

His magic, already at the critical point, was nourished by Voldemort's soul.

Quietly upgrade.

"go!"

Without waiting for Ian to savor it.

Albus Dumbledore pulled Ian out of the school - the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and Grindelwald had already been waiting quietly in front of the tower.

(End of this chapter)