Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 137 Chapter 136: The gods fight! The little wizard is in trouble!
The hatching of the phoenix eggs has finally made progress.

This is definitely a good thing for Ian.

What made him unhappy was that the phoenix egg was a little slow in absorbing the dragon eggs and the other eggs. It had a big appetite, but it seemed that the "vitality" it could swallow in one breath was not enough.

"If you can't hatch tonight, I'll stew you and eat you!" Ian chose to put pressure on the little guy in the phoenix egg. Of course, he would not be so extravagant as to want to make soup with the phoenix egg.

Even the book "Fantastic Beasts in the Pot" couldn't imagine this kind of recipe - maybe it was because of what Ian said, the life in the phoenix egg did absorb vitality a bit faster.

It mainly absorbs the vitality from the dragon eggs. The vitality in the eggs of other magical creatures is not very strong. After all, few creatures are active while still in their own eggs.

A half-blood dragon is still a dragon after all.

While paying attention to the situation at the Phoenix Egg, Ian took out a book and started studying by comparing it with Teacher Morgan's knowledge. His [Alchemy] was about to reach the fifth level of awakening extraordinary characteristics.

"This homework, which is hidden in the formula of the aphrodisiac, seems to contain content that involves some ultimate proposition." The more Ian studied, the more he felt that the information contained in Morgan was not simple.

Sometimes, he really found it difficult to understand these old guys. It seemed that the longer people lived, the more they liked to be Riddlers. Dumbledore and Grindelwald were definitely rising stars among Riddlers.

Just like the previous time loop.

Now when Ian recalled and thought about it again, he could feel more and more clearly that something was wrong between the two people. He always had a feeling that the two people were secretly doing something else behind his back.

"The mystery of Professor Ronnie Erich hasn't even been solved yet..." Ian was curious about the runes on Professor Ronnie Erich's body, and he was also curious about how the two old Dengs dealt with Professor Ronnie Erich.

What kind of magic is needed to eliminate the state of neither life nor death? Is it also a revised version of the end of all curses? Ian knew that all his doubts had been buried in the dust along with the dissipation of the cycle.

Here and now.

He was the only one who remembered every detail of what happened in the loop, and there was no way for him to find the answers. Everything about Professor Ronnie Erich had become a fate of being abandoned again.

[After serious study, your proficiency in potions increased by +3]

[After serious study, your proficiency in potions increased by +2]

[After serious study, your proficiency in potions increased by +3]

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ian's body was half leaning against the wall next to the desk. This posture made him feel very relaxed. Apart from the indecent way of looking at some salted fish, it was definitely an extremely comfortable posture.

Anyway, he is the only one in the dormitory now, so he doesn't need to worry about his image.

The same will apply during the next two weeks of Christmas vacation. Even if he does something shameful in the dormitory, his two roommates probably won't find out when they come back.

"I still have to try it out. Why do I feel that this formula that can awaken passion can be applied to awakening dormant magic? Can a Squib like Filch be saved?"

"Even if it works, Filch must be ruled out. Even though he's a Squib, he certainly doesn't have the money to buy my work." Ian demonstrated the speed of a man of action.

He put the phoenix egg that was absorbing the vitality of the dragon eggs and other eggs into the box that had been cast with the expansion spell, and left the Ravenclaw common room with the box in his arms.

"If I wasn't afraid to put it in my purse for fear of affecting the hatching of your little thing, I wouldn't be so tired." Ian raised his wand and used a levitation spell to control the wooden box.

He ran down the corridor and arrived at the Room of Requirement downstairs.

"Give me the materials."

Ian pulled out his good pallu and asked the Dementors to work overtime in the middle of the night. His purse was like Doraemon's pocket. After a few rummages, he pulled out potion materials all over the floor.

After looting Snape's office several times, Ian already had the most generous stockpile of materials in Hogwarts, which would certainly be able to support his repeated potion experiments.

As for experiments, it is impossible to succeed in one go.

"Gulu gulu gulu~"

soon.

The crucible that was set up began to be filled with mist.

To be honest, Ian was prepared for the possibility of failure, but he made dozens of pots in a row and each one failed at the beginning, which was definitely beyond his expectations.

Not only did Ian fail, but his proficiency in Potions was also increasing very slowly.

"The technique is fine, but the color and taste are very problematic... Is it the medicinal effect of the ingredients?"

Ian frowned and looked at the few rare materials. He didn't have much of those materials in circulation, and the further he went through the circulation, the weaker the efficacy of the materials he collected.

He wanted to verify whether his magic awakening potion was really feasible. Of course, he couldn't use the materials from the later cycles. After all, some things were so close to the end that they could only be missed by a hair's breadth.

The inferior materials were best sold in Knockturn Alley.

"If I take these things to Knockturn Alley to sell them, I'll be named the most conscientious seller of the year." After putting away the poor quality materials, Ian rushed out of the Room of Requirement with great momentum.

He first went to the library, intending to check whether there were any alternative materials for the missing materials, but the empty corridor was so empty that he couldn't even find a cat.

The library door was also closed.

However, nowadays, Madam Pince's going off work is no longer a problem that bothers the young wizard - of course, this does not mean that Ian's unlocking spell can break into the door of the library.

He just didn't just use the time in the cycles to study when he was in many cycles.

"I also learned how to be daring and not be discovered!" Ian first confirmed the location of Madam Pince, who was accompanying Filch in the infirmary at that time.

Filch must have been unable to stand the loneliness after being severely punished by Aurora. I don't know how these two people persuaded Madam Pomfrey to stay in the same room late at night.

The names all overlapped in the infirmary. I guess either Filch's injuries were not serious, or Madam Pomfrey's medical skills were really good.

Maybe both.

"Twilight romance is too...hard to comment on, hard to comment on!" Ian drew out his wand, pointed it directly at an area on the wall, and released the spell that he had already mastered in the loop.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

As soon as Ian finished chanting the spell, a big hole appeared in the wall of the library. This was an excellent location that he had found after many attempts.

It would neither raise any alarm at Hogwarts nor damage the books in the library. It was also unknown whether it was a surprise specially hidden by the founder for those students who were not good at unlocking spells.

"Anyway, I found it!" After Ian got in, he immediately turned back to repair the damaged wall. His [Explosion Spell] and [Repair Spell] were also close to level four.

It can be said.

In the cycle.

Ian has blown up all places in Hogwarts. He is very good at timing when the cycle is about to end and doing things that he would never do or be allowed to do on normal days.

"Lumos!"

Ian lit his wand, and the quiet library was completely silent. The rows of densely packed books looked even more solemn and mysterious under the light of his wand. A gust of night wind passed through the crack of the door, causing the pages of the books to turn gently, making a long and fragmented sound that was particularly clear in the endless silence.

"Choose me! I will show you the laws of the dark world!"

"I am the real Dark Bible! Learn from me! You will put the world under your feet!"

"None of you are as attractive to little wizards as I am. My books do not contain profound magic or complicated spells. They are just stories that you will never finish reading in your lifetime..."

……

On the bookshelf in the restricted section.

These whispering banned books were already commonplace to Ian. He just paused in front of one of the bookshelves for a few seconds before heading back to his familiar area.

Since he often comes here to look for substitutes for scarce materials in ancient potion recipes, the areas Ian is most familiar with are the alchemy area and the potion area.

The reason why the books he was looking for were placed here was because many of the things in them that could be used to replace ancient materials were not materials that could be found in nature.

Alchemy is needed to create it, and in the process of creation, many materials violate ethics and morals, and some even violate the harsh laws of the Ministry of Magic.

"It's all Mr. Morgan's fault. I've violated school rules again, and possibly wizarding law." Among the books Ian read, there were many alternative methods that required infants and teenagers to be used as medicine.

The illustrations made Ian feel quite sick, but he had no choice but to flip through them. Although Teacher Morgan had read many modern books, most of the herbs in the recipes could be replaced by modern ones. However, the witch who had never worried about money might not realize that some of the ingredients she wrote in the recipes were equivalent to gold.

Ian could only choose cheap materials to replace the substitutes that had already been determined by Teacher Morgan, well, substitutes for substitutes, and he didn't know whether the legendary black witch did it intentionally.

"Okay, good. It made me give up the book I just passed by, and the final result did not disappoint me." After deciding on a few plans in his mind, Ian chose to leave.

The magic that can penetrate walls doesn't work in the library, but the explosion spell won't cause any problems. After repairing the wall that he had blown up, Ian returned the same way.

"I still have a lot of dragon blood left, but I need to purify it first and then brew a new potion to replace the effect of borneol. The more complicated one is to extract the nightshade grass."

"It can replace the original Moon Shadow Grass. I believe these two plants are from the same family many years ago." The young wizard was rummaging through his purse, studying the implementation process of the alternative plan.

however.

"Bang~"

A suit of armor and helmet suddenly flew towards him. Fortunately, Ian reacted quickly enough and dodged it sideways. He thought it was Peeves who had taken advantage of the situation and was about to curse.

"..."

When the young wizard saw the person controlling the helmet flying towards him, his eyes suddenly became clear, and the annoyed expression on his face slowly solidified and turned into a forced smile.

"Good uncle."

The young wizard spoke with a guilty conscience.

Yes.

Snape caught Ian on his night stroll.

"Even if we're not in class now! You have to call me Professor Snape!" Snape's expression was not that ugly. He just looked at Ian in front of him with an unhappy look.

"Okay, Uncle Professor Snape." Ian was weighing whether Snape would hold him accountable after school started if he ran away now.

"I heard you muttering about some materials that you shouldn't have. Are you planning to 'pick up' some more from somewhere?" The reason why Snape looked unhappy was obviously that he had misunderstood Ian.

"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about. I was just reviewing the book I read today while sleepwalking." Ian finally chose not to turn around and run away.

He knew very well that other professors might only settle the score later, but his good uncle would settle the score by compounding interest, and his future should not be punished by usury.

"Let me see your bag." Of course, Snape couldn't believe the little wizard's nonsense. His sharp eyes were already on the purse in Ian's hand.

There were so many contraband items in there that Ian could spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. Of course Ian couldn't give them to Snape for inspection. He was not afraid that Snape would report him to the Ministry of Magic, but he was afraid that Snape would confiscate them directly.

"I really don't intend to do anything bad tonight. I have more things of my own than I can use. If you lost something, I think there must be something else in the school... No, there must be a mouse in the school that you haven't discovered." Ian almost let the cat out of the bag, but fortunately he corrected himself quickly. Whether Snape believed it or not, he believed it anyway.

"Tonight? Haha, do I have to praise you?" Snape was suspicious because he was robbed, and of course he would not believe Ian's sincere words now.

"You see? I look like someone who is short of materials?"

In order to change the subject and increase the credibility of his words, Ian threw out all the materials he had taken from Snape's office in the last two cycles.

All over the floor.

The number is twice as much as that in Snape's current office.

It was 100% proof that he had no idea about Snape's office! Just when Ian was about to take the materials back, he didn't expect Snape to rush up and stop him.

"Do you want them? I can give them all to you. After all, I've always been thinking about how good you have been to me!" Ian looked at the very weak potion materials on the ground with some reluctance.

They are also valuable.

Maybe he couldn't make any effective potions, but if he looked at them from a different perspective, the value they could create was no different from their effectiveness. Ian might not have morality sometimes, but that didn't mean he didn't know what was moral and what was immoral. "Hmm?"

After hearing Ian's nice words, Snape not only did not feel happy, but his brows were completely frowned. He squatted down and picked up a shriveled fig on the ground.

"You call this potion material?"

Snape was not fooled by the appearance of the fruit. He didn't even bend down to smell it. He just squeezed it hard and crushed the shrunken fig into crumbs.

"They look like potion ingredients, and they also have the effects of potion ingredients, but the effects are not that good. How can they not be called qualified potion ingredients?"

Ian looked at the crushed shrunken fig with a look of heartache.

"Is that what those wizards in Knockturn Alley said to you? I thought you were a smart man, but I didn't expect..." Snape obviously thought that Ian went to Knockturn Alley for shopping.

He sneered, but didn't finish his mocking words.

"No, uncle, the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley can't fool me, and I didn't go to Knockturn Alley to buy any fake medicine." Ian shook his head and interrupted Snape.

"How do you explain these things?"

Snape felt that Ian was still being stubborn even after being cheated by an unscrupulous businessman.

however.

Facing his sharp gaze.

Ian hesitated for a moment before responding.

"They are fake medicines that I plan to sell in Knockturn Alley..." The young wizard's voice was a little low. After all, he knew that this kind of thing was definitely not something to be proud of.

"?????"

Snape was stunned when he heard this.

He was just worried that Ian would be deceived by the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley, but he never thought that this guy was actually planning to turn against Tiangang! Something really happened in Hogwarts this year!

"How whimsical!"

Snape swallowed, then frowned again, "Do you think these things of yours can deceive those people in Knockturn Alley? Do you think your counterfeiting skills can surpass theirs?"

"I can tell you clearly that even if you brew these things into a decent potion, those people in Knockturn Alley will be able to easily tell them apart!"

"Don't think that all the wizards in Knockturn Alley are idiots. They just sell fake goods, not because they lack skills and abilities. The means required to make fake things are no simpler than those to make real things." Snape looked at what Ian poured out with great disdain. In his opinion, these materials that lacked medicinal properties were fake at a glance.

of course.

This was only based on the eyesight of the potion master. It might be no problem to fool ordinary wizards. After all, the appearance was very realistic. He didn't quite understand how the technique was used to create this appearance.

However, the lack of medicinal properties is obvious.

"How will they verify if my stuff is genuine?"

Ian asked, seemingly curious.

Snape frowned and glared at him. Originally, he didn't want to answer this kind of question, but after thinking about it, he felt that Ian had reached the point where it would be difficult to teach him any worse.

"Appearance, smell, and even feel can all be used to identify the authenticity of potion ingredients." The good uncle finally spoke. He picked up another sleepy bean on the ground and was about to continue talking about how to identify finished potions.

"it is good!"

Ian suddenly clapped his hands.

Just when Snape was a little confused.

"You touched my things! If you touched them, you have to buy them! I can't sell anything you've touched anymore!" Ian didn't care about how to identify fakes, he was just showing Snape his strategy for selling medicine.

"..."

Of course Snape could see what Ian was showing. It was because he realized how thick-skinned the little wizard was that he fell silent for a moment and was unable to say a word.

"You want to force the sale? Do you think those vicious guys who roam the streets will pay for your twisted logic?" The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly.

"Of course they don't."

Ian nodded in agreement and took out his wand. "So, isn't this the reason why we learn magic? It will surely make the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley pay."

Ian's words fell.

When Snape's eyes began to twitch.

he added.

"Really? I must have been very conscientious. I even sold them something with medicinal effects." The little wizard's tone was full of confidence. "I bet that even if I sold them sugar water as a Felicis, they would not dare to sue me at the Ministry of Magic or anywhere else."

"That's Knockturn Alley, and they are dark wizards..." When Ian was doing Christmas activities with Aurora today, he had obviously tasted the joy of making money from the dark wizards.

"This is not something a guy of your age should do!" Snape said earnestly, his voice full of helplessness towards Ian.

This must be a born bad seed.

I guess Voldemort wasn't this bad when he was in school.

"Of course, so I plan to entrust the elders in Aurora. They have their own shops in Knockturn Alley." Ian's words were of course just random talk.

He is fishing.

And the fish took the bait.

"I also have a shop in Knockturn Alley..."

Snape spoke in a gloomy tone, his expression looking a little unnatural. He didn't like Grindelwald's saints, so of course he couldn't watch Ian cooperate with them.

As a famous potion master.

Needless to say.

Of course, he is also an expert in counterfeiting, and he is an expert who has practiced it many times. After all, who would think of making real medicine when they can sell fake medicine?

He also understood the logic behind Ian's words.

"Okay, okay! Now you don't have to ask anyone for help! Just take the trouble to boil them all, and we'll split the profit 50-50!" Ian threw out all the remaining materials that didn't have much medicinal properties from his purse without waiting for Snape to respond. Why would he plan to do something himself when someone else could do it for him?

"..."

Snape wanted to scold Ian, but there were too many fake drugs on the ground - he quickly took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes and gave himself some psychological preparation.

This is all to prevent Ian from getting too close to that group of saints.

I don't want to get gold coins.

It wasn't that he was itching to try out some fake potion innovation with this batch of fake medicine that he didn't know how to make. Well, that's it. Snape, who had convinced himself, opened his eyes.

however.

The little wizard has disappeared.

"How on earth did this bastard make such a fake medicine?" Snape collected the materials without medicinal properties lying on the ground, but he did not think of keeping them for himself or confiscating them.

After all, just as the little wizard knew how he liked to punish his students, he also knew how serious and vindictive that guy would be when it came to gold Galleons.

Snape didn't dare to gamble with such a large amount of gold coins that even he himself was tempted by, because if he won, he would only increase his gold coin inventory, but if he lost, there was a high probability that his reputation would be ruined for more than a lifetime.

There are love potions.

Snape already knew a lot about Ian, as he knew his nephew might really pour the stuff into the mouths of magical creatures and then stuff it into his bed in the middle of the night.

"strangeness……"

After studying for a long time in the office, Snape still couldn't figure out how to make fake medicinal materials. At first glance, the fake medicinal properties and the appearance that could be mistaken for the real thing were indeed somewhat disconnected and inconsistent.

"How did you do that?" Snape suspected that Ian had only extracted the medicinal properties of the real herbs, but after checking, he found no traces of the medicinal properties being extracted.

They seemed to be born with weak medicinal properties, but they looked like strong ones. Snape opened his cabinet and took out a shrunken fig for comparison.

"How come even the patterns are the same?"

Snape's expression was somewhat stunned.

It is clear.

Some small coincidences happened.

He looked at the shriveled fig in his hand, which was identical in every way except for the effect of the medicine, with an extremely shocked expression, as if he had seen something that was simply impossible.

"Just as there are no two people who are exactly alike, there definitely shouldn't be two materials that are exactly alike." Snape was just about to take it to the table with candles lighting it for a closer comparison.

"Sigh~"

He suddenly took a breath of cold air.

I just felt like my head was suddenly cramping and it was extremely painful.

"Crack~"

Many reagents on the tables were quickly held up by Snape, who was trying to prevent himself from falling to the ground. Some corrosive potions began to squeak and bubble.

"What's going on! Am I cursed?!"

Snape did not deal with the potions that had spilled on the ground. His brain seemed to be trembling and vibrating, and scattered fragments of images emerged one after another.

It's all about him.

But something he hadn't experienced.

……

Hogsmeade.

The chess players under the shade of the trees seem to sit here at all times.

It was as if the middle-aged wanderer's hand was gently brushing, and the ring on his finger was emitting a very special fluctuation, but after a moment, nothing happened around him.

"That's what's interesting."

Quiet under the shade of trees.

The middle-aged man seemed to be mumbling to himself. Winter snow was falling from the sky, but there was a circle around him where there was not even a trace of moisture.

Not only is there no snow, the temperature inside the circle is also quite high, and you can even smell the scent of blooming flowers that only appear in spring. The overall feeling is completely separated from the surrounding winter.

"After all, we have to be fair."

The middle-aged man seemed to be whispering to someone.

A chess piece on the chessboard was reflected in his eyes.

Albus Dumbledore.

　Thank you for the second reward from Jiuwei! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)