Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 136 135: Holiday adventure! Great harvest!

Ian never expected this.

He only gave her a two-in-one Christmas gift, but Aurora actually gave him an entire bank warehouse, which was hidden by Grindelwald in a bank warehouse in Northern Europe.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Hoping to make a comeback?
Ian didn't quite understand.

He only knew that this gift was too difficult and valuable. Even with his flexible moral bottom line, he didn't dare to keep the key with him after knowing the truth.

"We have to abide by the law. Stealing is immoral, Aurora." Ian handed the key back hastily, as if he was holding a hot potato.

"With my grandfather's tacit consent, it's not really stealing." Aurora didn't raise her hand to take it, but continued to eat the food on her plate slowly.

"You don't think I could hide the fact that I took the key from my grandfather, do you?" Her tone was quite calm. This German girl was obviously more sober-minded among the group of young wizards.

"But……"

Ian was still a little hesitant. He did not refute Aurora. After all, based on his understanding of Grindelwald, the old man's scheming and ability were definitely not inferior to Albus Dumbledore.

If Albus Dumbledore could judge a lot of things through his words and actions, Grindelwald would definitely be able to see a lot from his interactions with Aurora.

There is no need to even use the ability of prophecy. The old guys have the experience and ability to see through people's hearts. There is no way Grindelwald didn't realize what Aurora did secretly.

Moreover.

It is unlikely that there is no magic warning nearby for a key that is hidden like this - just as Ian was hesitating, Aurora raised her head and looked at him with strange eyes.

"My friend, do you want me to put my warm face on your cold butt?" She spoke softly, but the words she said made Ian feel extremely familiar.

More than ten minutes ago.

Ian had just said the same thing to Daphne Greengrass at the entrance of the auditorium - Ian touched his robe, he suspected that Aurora had installed a bug on him.

"What are you looking for?"

Aurora tilted her head in confusion.

"Nothing, just wiping the oil off my hands." Ian certainly couldn't voice his suspicions, so he pretended to cast a cleaning spell on his robes that he had touched all over. The young wizard didn't find any eavesdropping props on him, but he suspected that the eavesdropping props might be on Miss Daphne Greengrass.

Maybe the entire Hogwarts was eavesdropped by Aurora... Thinking back to his good roommate William, who came from a reserve saint family, Ian believed that the saints must have more wizard spy equipment than William's family.

"If you don't want it, maybe you can go and return it to my grandfather yourself." Aurora threw down the plate in her hand and wiped her hands on Ian's robe very naturally.

"..."

Ian could only cast a cleansing spell on himself again, and then put the key back into his purse. He believed that he had to go find Grindelwald if he was really in trouble - maybe Grindelwald didn't care about his past wealth now, but the old guy would definitely not let go of the opportunity to play with the little wizard.

Experience in a cycle.

This gave Ian a deeper understanding of Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore. Just as Ian put down his wand, a lot of owls flew into the hall.

The number may not be as large as usual, but there are definitely dozens of them. After all, even if they don’t go home, there will be no shortage of Christmas greetings between family members.

Ian did not receive any greetings from the owl. After all, he didn't have any family members who knew how to use owls. He thought Aurora would become a lonely person like him, watching others read letters.

however.

An owl flew straight to Aurora and brought her a letter. However, Aurora did not open the letter after receiving it, but just quietly put it in her robe.

"Why don't you take it apart and take a look?"

Ian's gossiping heart was aroused.

He only saw a label from Austria on it, but it was obviously not a letter from Grindelwald. After all, there was no need for an owl to send any letter from Grindelwald.

"It's dirty."

Aurora shook her head.

The owl that came from afar was circling above her head. The little German girl looked up in confusion, but she had no intention of paying the owl any money for its hard work.

Maybe she seldom uses owl to communicate.

"If someone helps you with something, you have to give them a reward." Ian grabbed a handful of dried meat from his trouser pocket, and the owl immediately swooped down happily and took away its reward.

It called out to Ian twice and then flew away without looking back.

“It turns out that animals are like this too.”

Aurora nodded thoughtfully.

"I have completed the Transfiguration on Fiendfyre. Do you want to spar with me?" The little girl was now full and looked at Ian with anticipation.

"Today is a holiday! Fighting and killing is so unlucky!" Ian looked around. Even though many young wizards chose to go home for Christmas, there were still a small number of students staying in the hall. They either didn't want to go back or they felt like Ian that it was too much trouble to go back and forth.

of course.

Most of the students who did not choose to return home were young wizards of Muggle origin. They hoped to stay in Hogwarts in their first year and experience the Christmas in the wizarding world.

"I read a book in the restricted area. It mentioned a senior from many years ago. He also killed people during festivals. It is said that the current decline of the wizarding world is also related to that senior."

Of course, Aurora also has the reading rights to the forbidden area, but compared to learning the forbidden knowledge, she seems to always prefer to read some of the secrets sealed in the forbidden area.

"Are you talking about our senior Tom?" Ian lowered his voice and looked at Quirrell who was sitting in the teacher's seat. The only murderer he knew was Tom, the one without a nose.

"No, from what I understand, the senior I saw sometimes killed more people in a day than this senior. I think that senior is the real Dark Lord."

"In comparison, Fudi..."

Aurora still spoke in that light tone, without lowering her voice, and even wanted to say Tom's name, which made Ian quickly cover her mouth with his hand.

"There are still so many classmates in the auditorium." Ian was not worried about Voldemort's desperate actions, he was just worried about the possible impact that Voldemort might cause.

If Voldemort really tore off his disguise in the hall, God knows how many innocent people would suffer.

"Do you know how expensive flowers used for funerals are now?" Ian pulled Aurora out and looked back at Quirrell sitting in the teacher's seat when he left the auditorium.

And Quirrell also felt his gaze.

Before Quirrell could even ask in his mind.

"He may have become suspicious of you."

Voldemort obviously still has basic judgement. After all, Ian's acting skills are not as good as those of the old wizards.

"Should we find a way to give him to..."

Quirrell spoke in his heart, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Voldemort.

"Our goal is the Philosopher's Stone. Don't conflict with him. I can't provide you with much help." Voldemort's weak voice sounded in Quirrell's mind. "I don't know why, but last night I suddenly felt much weaker than before."

The voice of this famous Dark Lord sounded as if it had been drained of energy, with his breath hanging by a thread, and even a feeling of being out of breath.

"But he might tell Dumbledore... I heard from students that this guy loves to tell tales." Quirrell's inner worry was very obvious.

He is a Ravenclaw, so of course he understands the hobbies of a certain group of Ravenclaws. In fact, when he was in school, he was also a person who liked to secretly tell others about things and influence their mentality.

"As long as you don't reveal any clues, Dumbledore will not listen to a little wizard. Our headmaster never trusts others but only his own judgment."

Voldemort's tone was somewhat certain.

Quirrell looked at his plate without any appetite. "But this Prince is different. I've heard from students that he is a descendant of Dumbledore's family."

His words were very reserved, but it was obvious that he still did not believe Voldemort's judgment. However, due to the large number of people, Voldemort did not punish the servant who dared to question him.

of course.

It is also possible that Voldemort was too weak to use his power easily.

"Idiot! You've been in Hogwarts for so many years, don't you know the mouths of those little wizards in Hogwarts? The Dumbledore family has been extinct since Albus Dumbledore's generation!"

"Do you think you know my professor better than I do?" Voldemort's weak tone was filled with a bit of anger, forcing Quirrell to give up the idea of ​​doing anything to Ian.

He obviously didn't want to have any conflict with Ian. For this powerful and absolutely abnormal little wizard, the Dark Lord had a fear in his heart that he was unwilling to admit but could not get rid of.

"Could it be that Dumbledore has discovered us... He is secretly casting a spell on you?" Quirrell stopped talking about Ian and became uneasily worried about the current situation of himself and Voldemort.

This uneasiness.

In fact, this is the same worry in Voldemort's heart.

"You need to find me some more unicorns! Wait until I regain some strength! While the old man is away, go to the basement where he hides the Philosopher's Stone and get what belongs to me!"

Voldemort made his decision.

only.

"Not only are there professors patrolling the Forbidden Forest from time to time, but the Ministry of Magic has also secretly sent a few people over. I'm worried that they have received news from Dumbledore who is suspicious of us." Quirrell didn't dare to say directly that he didn't have the ability to break into the Forbidden Forest again, so he tried to exaggerate the danger of entering the Forbidden Forest.

"You useless piece of trash!" Voldemort cursed in a weak voice, but he was just talking nonsense and did not lose his mind to let Quirrell break into the Forbidden Forest.

After all, he knew Quirrell's own strength. Perhaps he could deal with one or two Aurors without any problem, but it was impossible for him to face several Hogwarts professors and a group of Aurors.

If you go there, it would probably be considered as turning yourself in.

"Black market! You can buy some substitutes on the black market!" Voldemort thought of another second-best solution. He really needed something to help himself recover from the unknown weakness.

"..."

Quirrell was silent.

He now actually regretted why he went to Albania in the first place, but he didn't dare to think about it in his heart. For a moment, the Muggle Studies professor's heart was really complicated.

Other people's bosses at least paint a rosy picture for me, but the boss I follow not only doesn't paint a rosy picture for me, he also doesn't give me any emotional value, and even spends the money of a servant without even a word of thanks.

Things that can restore vitality are very expensive, not to mention the black market. Even in the normal market, they are also very expensive. Quirrell already felt that he was about to go bankrupt.

To be honest, if Quirrell didn't understand why Snape turned the office into a place of maximum security just because he stole a few herbs, he felt that he and Voldemort would definitely not be so passive now. He even secretly brewed the potion materials to poison Grindelwald with his own money.

"Snape has never been so wary of thieves before!"

The Muggle Studies professor sighed in frustration.

I just feel that my future is bleak.

……

Snowflakes gently fell on the castle's spire and courtyard, covering this ancient magic school with a layer of pure white gauze. Ice crystals sparkled on the branches and eaves.

Like stars, they dotted this quiet winter world. In the cold corridor, Ian and Aurora met many classmates who were out and about.

These little wizards were playing and laughing in the school, using some props to celebrate the festival. However, there were always people who liked to ruin the atmosphere and would come out to disturb the little wizards' interest.

Filch was cursing as if he couldn't stand seeing others happy. Even though the little wizards didn't break any school rules, he still made noise with his mop and bucket.

"Clang clang clang!!"

Filch was working hard to hit the iron bucket on the ground with his mop, making a harsh noise, and loudly mocking the young wizards for having no manners. It looked like he wanted to disgust everyone with his behavior even though he had no reason to interfere with the young wizards' fights.

It was when he saw Ian coming over that Filch restrained himself a little. His character of bullying the weak and fearing the strong was fully reflected in him. He even dared to look at Aurora with malicious eyes, as if he wanted to knock on his iron bucket at any time to scare the little witch.

"I actually don't like this administrator either." Ian said to Aurora quickly. The German girl seemed to be thinking about something, then took out her magic wand and tapped it lightly in the direction of the iron barrel.

After finishing, she quickly ran away with Ian.

"what have you done?"

Ian didn't see the process of Aurora casting the spell because he saw two senior male students kissing in front of the window, which made him a little worried when Aurora was pulling him away.

Filch is certainly not a nice guy.

But he wasn't so unpopular that students secretly cursed him.

"I gave him a Christmas present?" The more uncertain Aurora's tone was, the more likely Ian felt the situation was, and facts proved that his sixth sense was not wrong.

"clang!"

After Ian and Aurora ran away, Filch showed a smug smile on his face again. He frantically used his mop to knock on the iron bucket to disturb the joy of the little wizards.

then.

"Bang!!"

After an explosion.

Filch was blown to the ground by his own bucket.

Ian smelled something in the air that didn't belong to the magical world.

"Nitroglycerin!?"

The little wizard's eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Only this little bit." Aurora made a gesture with her hand that would make the Great Cold Nation furious, and Ian finally realized who the most dangerous person in the school was.

It was not him, not Voldemort, not Grindelwald, but the little German girl in front of him.

"In alchemy... people don't like to use this kind of thing..." Ian didn't know why his voice automatically became smaller. He only knew that Filch had been knocked unconscious by the explosion.

"I am also learning Muggle knowledge. This is what my grandfather asked me to do since I was a child." Aurora turned back to confirm that Filch was not dead, then responded to Ian with a serious tone.

She obviously knew what weight was needed to teach someone a lesson without hurting them.

"Magic plus science! There is indeed a future!" Ian gave Aurora a thumbs up. He felt that Filch was lucky. After all, Aurora was much more restrained now than before school started.

"You should be much stronger than me now." Aurora looked at Ian and said with certainty. She probably made this judgment based on Ian's performance in the Forbidden Forest.

"Just a little bit." Ian also made a gesture. His modesty was not exaggerated to the point of pointing at the galaxy with his fingertips. He also had an assessment of Aurora's magic level.

After all, along the way.

Ian's understanding of the level of magic should be clearer than many people who don't have a system. If his view of magic is correct, Aurora is currently at the seventh level of magic.

After reaching adulthood, one will definitely be able to enter the eighth-level dean level. As for whether one can go further, it depends not only on the level of one's own bloodline but also on one's own luck.

Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald reached the ninth level after they reached adulthood. The accumulation of time and the secondary burst of magical power are both indispensable links to reaching the ninth level of human limit.

Ian's situation can only be regarded as an unrepeatable anomaly.

"I can no longer see any future fragments of you." Aurora looked at Ian with her heterochromatic pupils, which was obviously the evidence she used to judge the gap between herself and Ian.

"Have you seen anything about my future?" Ian looked a little surprised. It was the first time he heard about this, but the little German girl did not give an accurate response.

"I think that's all in the past." Aurora's gaze stayed on Ian, and images flashed in her heterochromatic eyes, as if she had confirmed something that she shouldn't know.

“Cheating in front of others????”

Ian covered Aurora's eyes.

And at this time.

A group of little wizards chattered as they walked past the two of them and glanced at them several times, but as they walked away, the topic of discussion did not shift to Ian and Aurora.

Because the little wizards have more exciting topics.

"Snape actually washed his hair! I saw his hair today and it wasn't greasy at all!"

"Yeah! That shampoo smells really good too!"

"Could it be that after all these years, the Potters' shampoo finally came out with a new model?"

"I must ask Professor Snape after school starts!"

……

Several Slytherin wizards were walking very fast, and before Ian could say anything to save the last wizard who spoke, they had already quickened their speed and disappeared around the corner of the corridor - after all, for the Slytherin students, just seeing Ian would make them run away.

"May Merlin bless the guys at your house."

Ian sighed helplessly.

"Is this the shampoo you gave Snape?"

Aurora guessed the truth about Snape washing his hair.

"Of course. Do you want it? I still have hundreds of bottles. I was planning to change the scent, add a little water, put it in Potter's shampoo bottles and sell it in Knockover Alley."

Ian stuffed seven or eight bottles of shampoo without water into Aurora's hair. It was only after he made it himself that he understood why Harry Potter's family had an endless supply of gold galleons in their vault.

Let's just put it that way.

This is the norm in monopoly industries. It looks like a high-end potion-style shampoo, but its profits are definitely much higher than the various popular products linked on 321. That is, the wizarding world is not populated, otherwise Harry Potter's family would have to expand their savings to accommodate their annual profits.

"I also gave Snape a Christmas present." Aurora put the shampoo into her robe. The pockets of her robe also seemed to have traces of the expansion spell.

"Aren't you on bad terms?"

Ian was quite surprised.

He still remembered what Aurora did to make Snape angry.

"He is our dean after all, and he has been targeting me recently, so I thought I should repair our relationship and gave him a pair of safety pants that never show their bottom."

Aurora's gift left Ian with a lot of questions.

"He's a man!"

Ian thought Aurora didn't look like she really wanted to give a gift at all.

"I've carefully studied what to give." Aurora saw what Ian meant by his expression, and she quickly explained, with a serious tone in her voice.

"All the classmates said that Snape was mean, but I was the only one who found out the reason why he was so mean. He had a great psychological trauma from school bullying in his childhood."

"It is said to be a curse called Fuchsia. Because of this, my gift can probably heal his childhood." Aurora's tone of voice was really serious.

Ian stared at her for a long while before he realized that the German girl was not joking.

"You still understand what healing is." What could Ian, as a good friend, say? He could only give a thumbs up again and silently pray for Aurora's life for the next six years.

Only Aurora dared to do this. If any other little wizard did this, I'm afraid Snape would have to give that little wizard a gift in return called "You also need to have a healed childhood in the future."

Ian wouldn't dare do such a thing.

"Where are we going?" Aurora had been following Ian all the way. She looked around and saw that Ian had brought her to the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

"To enjoy the joy of Christmas, of course."

Life during the holidays can be said to be comfortable and leisurely.

At least that's the case for most young wizards, but Ian is the type who can't sit still. After opening the mirror on the fourth floor, he pulled Aurora into the passage leading to Hogsmeade village.

Since it's a holiday, we have to indulge ourselves a little more. The drinks and desserts that are available for a limited time in the shops in Hogsmeade village are the products that can best make people feel the Christmas atmosphere.

The damp tunnel was cold and humid, with a smell of dust and dust. Ian lit his wand, and the temperature around him rose to a comfortable level in an instant.

"Compound magic?"

Aurora stared at the wand in Ian's hand, as if pondering the structural principles of magic. She raised her own wand, and the tip of the wand emitted the light of the [Illumination Spell] and a few flames shot out.

The orange-red flames even reached the top of the secret passage, and exploded into sparks like fireworks - it could only be said that it was a good thing that she didn't add fierce fire to it.

"It's not a stacking of arson spells, but a stacking of the [Greenhouse Spell]." Ian dodged the sparks drifting downwards and corrected Aurora's misunderstanding when casting the spell.

"I haven't learned this magic." Aurora didn't want to be corrected. The sparks that kept flying out of her wand could be considered another kind of compound magic that could both illuminate and increase temperature after being adjusted correctly.

It even has more functions than Ian's compound magic - the little wizard took out two pieces of dry bread and toasted them, and soon the tunnel was filled with a fragrant smell.

"Did you snatch it in the auditorium?" Aurora grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth. The aroma of toast was very strong, but she still frowned as if she was not used to the rough taste.

"These are gifts made by my brother and sister." Of course Ian also received gifts from the orphanage, but the little ones without owls chose to ask Snape to help bring them.

At Ian's request, Snape went to the Wood Orphanage. Judging from the letter given by the director, Snape did not show any annoying characteristics there.

"Did you grow up eating these?"

Aurora looked at the rough toast in her hand with some surprise.

"How can it be."

Ian poked open the hidden door at the core of the secret passage, and they crawled out from a remote underground stone slab. The cobblestone street outside was also covered with thick snow today.

"Life was not good in the beginning. We could only have a full meal during festivals. When someone donated money, we could eat some bread."

Ian's wand slowly went out, and clusters of snowflakes fell, landing on his and Aurora's shoulders, becoming white decorations on their robes.

"People who dare to look at the past can generally create a better future." Aurora rarely said something that made sense. She looked at the medieval town ahead. The festive atmosphere here was also quite strong, not weaker than that of Hogwarts, and even more lively than the Hogwarts castle.

All the shops had changed into various colorful Christmas decorations as if they had agreed long ago, and there were even strange snowmen outside the shops to attract customers. Many wizards were dressed up as Santa Claus, but Ian felt that the one he saw in the misty fantasy was better in terms of style.

"Little wizard, would you like a small cake?"

Walk to Main Street.

Ian and Aurora met the enthusiastic Santa Claus, who stopped Aurora's hand and spoke to the wizard who was walking on the edge of the law in Hogsmeade village.

"Mr. John, it is illegal to add hallucinogens to candy." Ian could tell what ingredients were added to the candy without even opening the candy packaging.

His nose was now sharper than Hagrid's teeth.

"So that smell is a hallucinogen?"

Aurora was stunned for a moment. She wanted to take out her wand, but found that Ian had predicted her thoughts and pulled her wand out of her robe in advance.

"It's just some Muggle herbal shells. Do you know what the ancient seasoning from the East is?" The wizard named John didn't know what he missed.

He just put away the cake with an indignant tone and walked away.

"This guy's cake shop that no one wants to go to should be moved to Knockturn Alley. He will definitely be very successful there." Ian took Aurora and walked towards the direction of the Three Broomsticks.

"I think I understand why there is an age limit in Hogsmeade village. It turns out that some contraband items can be sold here." Aurora looked in the direction of her own bookstore thoughtfully.

I don’t know what she was thinking about and wanted the saints to sell.

"Drink it."

Ian first took Aurora into an uninhabited alley, then took out a bottle of potion and handed it to Aurora. He had made preparations in advance for today.

"Are the fungus, tortoise shell powder, caterpillar slices and bat tongue an aging agent?" Aurora sniffed the bottle and immediately identified the potion prepared by Ian.

"Cuckoo~"

Aurora roughly guessed what Ian was going to do.

She drank first with great anticipation.

Ian immediately took the bottle of aging potion in his hand. As the potion slowly flowed into his throat, a warm and powerful force surged in Ian's body.

It was as if time itself accelerated at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, Ian and Aurora's bodies underwent amazing changes - they instantly transformed from the appearance of eleven-year-old children to the height and appearance of adults.

Like the Polyjuice Potion, the Age-Reinforcing Potion can only change the person's appearance, making them older. Its duration is longer than that of the Polyjuice Potion, and it does not need to be taken every hour. It is also much simpler to brew, but it also cannot cause any essential changes to a person.

"Okay, okay, it seems I won't grow ugly like Malfoy." Ian immediately took out the mirror and admired himself. His facial features became more distinct from the delicate and handsome ones before. The green eyes of the great wizard also became brighter, and there was a feeling that was hard to describe.

It is breathtaking and captivating.

"Who's Malfoy?"

Aurora was not as conceited as Ian, she just looked at her current appearance in Ian's mirror. At this moment, the German girl's skin was as smooth and delicate as porcelain under the moonlight, and her long hair flowed down like a waterfall, with a few hair ends swaying in front of her increasingly cold and beautiful face.

She curled her hair as if she hated it. As she grew up, the girl's figure became curvy, showing the feminine beauty and elegance.

"It's just a passerby."

Ian couldn't wait to go to the Three Broomsticks to avenge his previous humiliation.

Perhaps because it was Christmas, there were quite a lot of customers in the Three Broomsticks Bar, far more than when Ian lived here before. It wasn't crowded but it was extremely noisy.

Magic lanterns that would not be hung on ordinary days were swaying and shining in the bar. Many wizards were toasting each other, using the festival as an excuse to compare their drinking capacity with their friends and relatives.

They are all wizards.

There are naturally many ways to cheat.

This may be another comparison for drinkers.

"Oh, a new face?"

The bar owner, Mrs. Rosmerta, might not be very pretty, at least not as pretty as Aurora, but her voluptuous figure is a plus for many people.

Although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes show that she is no longer young, the many attentive customers in the bar still fully demonstrate the charm and style that time has given to this owner.

This is something that is difficult for young women to have.

"Is there anything fun here?" Aurora felt the gazes of the drinkers around her and felt a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, the drinkers' gazes did not stay on her for too long.

I can tell.

The majority of the thieves here are those who covet the boss lady.

"You'll know what's fun in a moment." Ian walked to the bar counter of Madam Rosmerta, took out a few silver Sickles and pushed them to the bar owner.

"Give her a non-alcoholic butterbeer and give me a small whiskey, the smallest kind." Ever since the ghosts' Deathday party, Ian has been very careful about his drinking capacity.

He just wanted to have a taste of it.

"Why can you drink but I can't?" Aurora frowned and said to Madam Rosmerta, "I want the same whiskey he wants."

"Give me a large cup."

The German girl expressed her dissatisfaction in the calmest voice.

"Whiskey is only served to regular customers. For you... let's celebrate the festival with butterbeer." Mrs. Rosmerta, the bar owner, has her own ideas and ways of hospitality.

She only prepared two glasses of butterbeer for Ian and Aurora. Not only that, she also pushed back the silver Sickle that Ian had spread out on the table and pushed towards her.

"Consider it my treat. After all, if there is no charge, there will be no fine." Mrs. Rosmerta's eyes were full of meaning, so Ian, who had taken out an iced Coke to add to the whiskey, lowered his head with a guilty conscience. He silently put the Coke he had just frozen with magic back into his purse.

"Cuckoo~"

Aurora has already started drinking.

The taste is indeed not bad. This is a drink that only third-grade wizards can order. The alcohol content is very low, and most of the alcohol has evaporated during the production process.

"What are you doing?"

Aurora stared at Ian with lingering interest. She saw Ian take out a small bottle and drop a few drops into the butterbeer. She recognized that it was the Felicis Potion that Snape gave to Ian.

"You have to pray for good luck before opening the box."

Ian looked at the cup that Aurora had already drunk, then turned to look at Madam Rosmerta, "Can you give her another cup? She secretly drank up the butterbeer."

Madame Rosmerta did not move and continued wiping the bar.

"Don't push your luck."

The proprietress's smiling voice carried a hint of ruthlessness that made Ian sigh. She turned and walked towards the other drinkers, leaving Ian and Aurora in front of the bar.

"I drank it in front of you."

Aurora put down her cup at this time before she spoke up to refute.

"Open your mouth."

Ian sighed helplessly.

"What?"

Aurora made no move.

Ian simply pressed down both sides of Aurora's face with one hand, squeezed Aurora's mouth open, and then dripped a few drops of Felicity into Aurora's mouth.

“It tastes a bit like honey cake.”

Aurora blinked and seemed to be savoring the memory.

"I didn't expect that you and Dumbledore had the same hobby." Ian looked at the drinkers. His increased intuition allowed him to lock onto the two people who were talking.

"I just want to know why we have to drink Felicis." Aurora picked up her cup again and shook it into her mouth, shaking the last few drops of butterbeer into her mouth.

Her behavior at this moment was totally inconsistent with her extremely cold appearance.

Probably brought by Ian.

"When I lived here before, I noticed some situations and overheard some information. There were often black market traders and wizards doing sneaky things here."

"Their products are all good, but good things can be good or bad. I hope that the Felicity Agent can help us find the Christmas gift box with the best quality treasures."

Ian obviously regarded the black market merchants as blind boxes. His eyes swept across several black market merchants, and finally moved back to the target he had originally locked on.

"A black man eating a black man?"

Aurora's tone became a little excited.

"It is to punish evil and promote good! To rob the rich and help the poor! To maintain the peace and stability of the wizarding society!" Ian corrected Aurora's words. He had studied what was great, glorious and righteous very thoroughly.

"But you are not poor now? Why don't we just say we don't like them?" Aurora was probably more thick-skinned than Ian, but her personality was definitely much worse.

"Am I not poor now?" Ian temporarily put his purse into Aurora's robe pocket, and showed the German girl with his actions what it meant to be righteous.

"..."

Aurora felt that she still couldn't figure out Ian's behavior.

As she was considering what to say

"That's the guy!"

Ian saw the target he had been staring at stand up and leave, so he quickly pulled Aurora along and followed him out. The wizard wrapped in a black robe was not a good person at first glance. This guy just sold a wizard some contraband, which was a variety of potions made from the blood of rare magical animals.

Ian can read the "Fantastic Beasts and Animals Distribution and Sentence Standards" sent by Qiu Zhang. If he is caught by the Ministry of Magic, any black marketeer selling blood products will be sentenced to Azkaban for life.

"Master... that little wizard has come to our doorstep, aren't you going to kill him?" The wizard who stayed in the bar had a frown on his face, but he asked in his heart a question that only Quirrell would ask.

"Do you still have misunderstandings about your own strength?" Voldemort scolded in Quirrell's heart after he took the Polyjuice Potion. He and Quirrell obviously recognized Ian after he took the aging potion.

This may not be a very useful medicine.

"Go back quickly! We only have one chance! We don't know when Dumbledore will be back!" Voldemort began to urge Quirrell to return to Hogwarts.

Tonight he will use the temporary rejuvenation brought by the potion to get the Philosopher's Stone. Then everything he has lost will come back to him, and he will also be reborn through the body of this servant.

By the time.

Everything will return to normal, and Voldemort's reputation will once again resound throughout the wizarding world - Voldemort became more and more excited the more he thought about it, and at this point he could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart.

"Want to play a game of chess?"

There were chess players on the roadside trying to solicit customers.

"Go away!"

Voldemort scolded through Quirrell's mouth - but he found that he had only borrowed Quirrell's mouth temporarily, and his weak soul felt a little erratic for some reason.

It feels like I might disappear at any time.

"Go back quickly! Something's wrong with me!"

He couldn't figure out what his exact condition was, but he knew that as long as he got the Philosopher's Stone, his soul, which was on the verge of idleness, would be reborn.

"It seems that the old guy who left has grafted some things onto my stupid offspring... and has taken away my babysitting job." The chess player who was setting up a stall curled his lips as he looked at Quirrell's disappearing back.

He looked at the chess pieces on his chessboard. One of the transparent pieces looked like a crystal ball, showing the images of Ian and Aurora who had intercepted the black market businessman.

The two followed the black-robed wizard all the way to the outskirts before taking action. To be on the safe side, the two also performed some facial deformation, but Ian was not very proficient in using this kind of magic.

He couldn't make fine adjustments, so he simply copied Senior Riddle's face.

"These contraband items are not allowed to be sold near Hogwarts!" Ian emptied the black market merchant's body. It was very easy for him to deal with a not-so-powerful rat.

"Are you Aurors?"

The black-robed wizard whose wand was blown away raised his hands, not daring to resist, because when Ian was searching him, another beautiful girl not far away was pointing her wand at him. The blue light and the magical fluctuations of Avada made him, who was born in Ravenclaw like Quirrell, dare not resist.

This girl looks like a beautiful girl who has just come of age. Does she really have murderous intent in her magic wand, or does she think that killing him will help him to be liberated and liberated?
"We are the Black Robe Patrol from the Ministry of Magic, and we specialize in punishing criminals like you who disrupt the peace around Hogwarts." Ian said casually on a whim.

The black-robed wizard's face immediately turned paler. He had never heard of this organization before, but because of this, he couldn't help but wonder whether this was a secret formation of the Ministry of Magic.

It's like the Vatican has the Inquisition.

It's not impossible that the Ministry of Magic has a black robe patrol team.

Look at this posture!
These two guys are probably underground personnel who specialize in making dirty money for the Ministry of Magic - for a moment, the black-robed wizard felt that he had seen clearly the darkness hidden in the wizarding world.

"I just sell something that's not lethal."

The black-robed wizard had just opened his mouth to explain when he saw Ian searched out a cursed doll from him, a thing specifically used to kill enemies.

"Not very deadly..."

He immediately changed his words with a guilty conscience.

“Isn’t that all?”

Ian didn't care how illegal the things this guy was selling were. He just counted the dozens of bags he had searched, and the things inside were only of fairly expensive value.

"That's all, brother. If I had enough capital, I would have opened a shop in Knockturn Alley long ago. Why would I still be selling contraband here?" The black-robed wizard looked pitiful.

Ian was a master at playing the pitiful role, so of course he wouldn't believe this performance.

"I used the Felicity Potion to target you!"

Ian sneered and turned to look at Aurora, "Have you made the truth serum? Can you give some to this guy?"

Aurora nodded immediately after hearing this.

"No problem, just a little bit, right?"

talking.

She took out a large kettle.

"?????"

The black-robed wizard's eyes widened.

Nima.

You have Felicis and so much Veritaserum, and you even come to rob a black market dealer? Did the Ministry of Magic already get clues that he got a lot of good stuff? !
"I said! I said!"

When the black-robed wizard saw Aurora coming over with a kettle, his face changed drastically and he wanted to confess. However, Aurora had finally got a chance to try the medicine, so how could she let him go?

"Cuckoo~"

The black-robed wizard was forced to drink several gulps.

next moment.

His mind became a little stuck, and he couldn't help but want to confess all his secrets, including the fact that he once coveted his own brother's wife and had a doll customized for him.

The effect of truth serum is so terrifying.

This is a magic potion that makes people confess the truth. As long as you drink three drops, you will reveal all the secrets deep in your heart. However, most of the time, the drug needs to be administered to others when they are off guard.

After all, some wizards would pretend to have a blocked throat or cast magic on their throats to deform them - of course, none of this was a problem in front of the well-prepared Aurora.

She used a large tube to insert the black-robed wizard's stomach to pour the potion. This operation, which can only be seen when slaughtering pigs, even made Ian call him the real living devil.

"Where's your real baby?"

Ian's biggest concern was obviously not the black-robed wizard's feelings.

"It's in my tooth. It's been transformed by magic. My own brother helped me to transform my tooth. He is also a dark wizard, but he already has three shops in Knockturn Alley."

"My sister-in-law is only interested in his money. I swear, I will find a way to poison him so that I can obtain his property and become my sister-in-law's new husband."

The black-robed wizard's desire to talk was fully expressed.

"Okay, okay, we didn't catch the wrong guy!" Ian hated this kind of scum the most in his life. He directly pried open the black-robed wizard's mouth and pried out all of his teeth.

Leaving behind the dark wizard with blood in his mouth, Ian and Aurora immediately slipped away.

"No!"

The dark wizard woke up after a long time. He saw his toothless mouth on the ice of the lake and let out a hoarse and lung-wrenching howl.

"I'm going to the Wizarding Society to turn myself in! I'm going to report the Slippery Department! I'm going to report their Shining Robe Patrol!" Having lost all his capital, the dark wizard was going to self-destruct and fight to the death.

He was probably truly awakened.

And right now.

Ian and Aurora had already divided the spoils and returned to Hogwarts through the secret passage. Not only did they seize a lot of contraband, but each of them even got a dragon egg.

It is the real treasure hidden in the teeth of the black-robed wizard.

Even though Ian already had a giant bone dragon and looked down on modern hybrid dragons, he still knew the value of dragon eggs. Even on the black market, such things were in short supply.

If you give it to Hagrid.

God knows how much Hagrid will like the dragon eggs, and how much materials from the Forbidden Forest he will give back to the little wizard!

"The Felixir was not used in vain!"

Ian was in a very happy mood.

At this time, he and Aurora had turned back into children because the aging potion had lost its effect.

"When will we punish evil and promote good next time?" Aurora was still unsatisfied with this action. She felt like she had fallen in love with the feeling of being a "righteous person".

This is much more promising than being a dark wizard!
"It's not always possible to get this kind of reward, but I think it will be fun for us to rob Death Eaters during the holidays." Ian made a promise to Aurora. It was almost time for dinner, so after they cleaned up and divided the spoils, they prepared to go back to their respective colleges to rest.

"Where's my Christmas present?"

The Ravenclaw door knocker is really a spirit.

"Give!"

Ian had been prepared for this, and put a specially made small crown on the door knocker. The colorful crown was quite exquisite, which made the bronze eagle head immediately show off. This guy finally did not embarrass Ian. After asking a simple question, he let Ian into the lounge.

"Do you know what I'm wearing on my head?"

A little wizard will come in later.

It even began to show off to the little wizards by taking the opportunity to ask questions.

Ian didn't care.

He returned to his deserted dormitory, washed up, took out the dragon eggs and phoenix eggs that were much smaller than the dragon eggs he had seized today, and placed them on the desk in the dormitory.

"I have two eggs that can't be eaten, twelve eggs that can be eaten, and three skins of invisible beasts..." Ian originally just wanted to count all his assets.

however.

He was only halfway through sorting it out.

When he looked up, he saw that his phoenix egg was glowing - strands of deep red silk threads were overflowing from the phoenix egg, covering the dragon egg like a big net.

The color of the dragon egg's surface was fading, and the color of the phoenix egg also began to change, gradually transforming from crimson to a deep black purple.

"My eggs can hatch!?"

Ian quickly placed all the eggs in front of the phoenix egg.

next moment.

Phoenix eggs are accepted by all.

Strands of silk thread were wrapped around all the eggs.

Full of vitality.

Passing quickly among these eggs...

(End of this chapter)