Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 138: 137: A New Prophecy! Grindelwald's Worry!
After escaping from the encounter with Snape in the dark, Ian returned to the Room of Requirement. Along the way, he kept reflecting on the fact that he had let his guard down too much during his recent night walks.

"You still have to keep an eye on the Marauder's Map when you're out at night."

Ian felt that he was almost given another detention. Even if Filch, who patrolled at night, didn't dare to catch him, it didn't mean that he wouldn't run into other professors in the dark.

Neither Professor McGonagall nor the other three deans would be partial or corrupt when it comes to the observance and punishment of school rules, especially Professor Snape, who is more likely to add some personal emotions into it.

"There are thousands of school rules, but not getting caught is the most important one."

Ian absolutely doesn't want to be caught by his good uncle again. If there is a toilet, his good uncle will really ask him to clean it. He has already been enough of a night soil collector at the beginning of each cycle.

to be frank.

During one of the cycles, Ian even mobilized Dementors to do the work for him, which scared several young wizards who didn't sleep at night and made them faint.

That cycle was really chaotic, and Ian suffered more punishment from Snape. Perhaps the professor he "fears" most in Hogwarts now is his good uncle.

Snape is really good at tormenting people.

"Let me process these materials. I'm about to complete a masterpiece!" Ian paid attention to the potion that kept gurgling and pushed the search for good replacement materials to the Dementors.

The well-trained Dementors immediately began to work diligently.

“Crack, crack, crack, crack~”

It is more skilled and professional than many young wizards in handling potion materials. Ian looked at the Dementor in surprise, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"How come it has become so skilled all of a sudden?" When Ian left the Room of Requirement not long ago, this Dementor was not so skilled and professional in his attacks.

He didn't expect that after just a few hours, the Dementor seemed to have attended some potion technical school for advanced studies, and even the level of tacit understanding between them had improved significantly.

"You must be working hard behind my back! Quietly gaining wisdom! Great! You will definitely be the King of Dementors in the future!" Ian once again painted a rosy picture for his Dementor.

He became more and more satisfied with his non-human assistant whose efficiency had been greatly improved.

[After careful brewing, your proficiency in potion learning increased by +3]

[After careful brewing, your proficiency in potion learning increased by +2]

[After careful brewing, your proficiency in potion learning increased by +3]

……

Followed by.

I was busy most of the night again.

As his proficiency continued to improve, Ian finally completed his first potion in an attempt to verify his hypothesis. This was definitely the most difficult potion he had ever brewed except for the [Infinite Firepower Potion].

Of course, if the cost is not taken into account, it would certainly not be so complicated. Saving a few hundred gold galleons in just half a night is definitely worth it for Ian.

Besides, just as most people must have the right to enjoy technology, potions must also be people-oriented. Potions that cost too much cannot be considered truly good potions.

"We need to find an experimenter to test it." Ian gently shook the potion in the reagent, and in an instant, the potion, which had been dull in color before, became bright and shining.

The color of the medicine is very eye-catching.

It seemed as if it contained infinite starlight, exuding a feeling that made people intoxicated and fascinated. This was the secret that Ian saw from the "Awakening" link in Mr. Morgan's love potion formula.

It can [awaken] the dormant or never-activated magic within a wizard, and can help wizards whose magic activity has been permanently damaged due to excessive magic release to return to their peak.

Simultaneously.

Its greatest function is to help the Squibs gain the right to use magic - many people may not know that the Squibs also possess magic power in their bodies.

Some Squibs have magic power that is not weaker than those powerful wizards. However, compared with the magic power of normal wizards, the magic power of Squibs has never been active since birth. Of course, it is also possible that the magic power is inactivated due to acquired reasons, which is why wizards have the probability of becoming Squibs in certain circumstances.

The potion brewed by Ian was specifically designed to solve this problem. It was foreseeable that if the potion was taken outside, all the Squibs would definitely go crazy.

"This will definitely earn me an Order of Merlin, maybe even a First Class Order of Merlin, and my merits will grow like my wallet even while I sleep."

Ian believed that this potion would cause as much of a sensation as the [Infinite Firepower Potion]. He was much braver than Snape, so why wouldn't he do something that would bring him both fame and fortune?
Benefit the wizarding community.

It can also benefit yourself.

It's definitely a win-win situation.

"It's not just gold galleons. It will be remembered in the future. What man can refuse that?"

Ian stared at the tiny dots of starlight in the potion and whispered softly. He had already made up his mind at this time. First of all, Snape must not know about this medicine.

Otherwise, the good uncle would definitely prohibit him from tinkering with this potion just like he prohibited him from selling the [Infinite Firepower Potion]. Of course, Ian could also understand the good uncle's thoughts and concerns.

The wizarding world will inevitably undergo major changes, and turmoil means danger. Ian is not a person who is afraid of trouble, and he also has his own judgment on the level of trouble. This potion that can give Squibs hope is far less shocking than the possibility contained in the [Infinite Vitality Potion].

It's simply that the benefits are too great.

It might just attract the covetousness of pure-blood families from all over the world.

Snape would certainly not be able to resist.

But Ian felt that he was fine.

His ability is already very good.

Besides, he didn't want to eat alone.

The young wizard plans to get Aurora and Ariana to join him, so that the living friends can share the big money with him. The friends in the misty fantasy will definitely not refuse to build a few chocolate factories in the misty fantasy.

By then, with the name of the Grindelwald and Dumbledore family, the covetousness caused by the huge benefits will definitely be much less, and Ian will definitely not be afraid of the remaining troubles from individual people.

"Prince's magic revitalizing potion is famous among wizard families around the world!"

Ian was quite proud when he named the potion, even though it was a result of his homework from Teacher Morgan, but after all, he knew how to round off better than anyone else.

Teacher Morgan has long passed away. As a student of Teacher Morgan, he certainly has the right to inherit his teacher's achievements. If you round it off, he may also have the right to name the medicine.

"Of course, I still have to have some dignity." Ian took out another piece of paper and quickly drew a Morgan on it, then pasted Morgan on the reagent as if it were a brand logo.

Ever since.

The packaging design that future generations may not understand was created so sloppily in the Room of Requirement. Perhaps even Ian himself has not yet realized where his decision will lead the future.

The foundation of the throne.

It has appeared silently.

……

There was only one Squib in the entire Hogwarts. Ian wanted to find a subject for his experiment, and of course the first person he thought of was the annoying administrator.

"As expected, Filch is still in the infirmary, and Madam Pince has actually left... It seems that his fighting ability has really declined as he has grown old." Ian determined Filch's location on the Marauder's Map.

It was not difficult for him to sneak into the infirmary. After all, he had mastered the Disillusionment Charm very well and could easily avoid Madam Pomfrey's sharp eyes.

There are only a handful of wizards in Hogwarts who can see through Ian's Disillusionment Charm, and Madam Pomfrey is obviously not one of them. Although this school doctor is an excellent wizard, he is just excellent.

"This is just the first version of the attempt. It's not a good deal for this guy. After all, the effect won't last long." Ian sneaked into the room where Filch was sleeping.

Filch, who had to pay his dues to Madam Pince despite his injuries, slept soundly.

"You have to pay to be my experimental subject!" Ian also looked down on the meager money in Filch's pocket. After all, the monthly salary of a Hogwarts administrator was not that much.

He simply dripped a few drops of potion into Filch's mouth, then slapped Filch on his already swollen face, and then hid in the corner while maintaining his invisibility.

"Damn it! Who! What little brat dares to play a prank on me! Don't you want to live?" Filch woke up from his dream. He roared angrily before realizing that he was in the school infirmary.

"Could it be a nightmare... My dream tonight was so messy... Damn it, even if it was a nightmare, I have to blame those little brats for it!"

"When I recover, I'll randomly grab a few unlucky guys and punish them severely!" Filch muttered to himself with gritted teeth. He also raised his hand to touch his swollen face, which was in so much pain that he couldn't tell what kind of pain it was.

"Sigh~"

Filch gasped at the pain he felt. His heart suddenly tightened, and the next moment, a kettle next to him exploded under his intense emotional fluctuations.

"Oh!"

The noise of the kettle exploding startled Filch.

"What's going on... No... I... I feel it... This is magic!?" Filch exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

He didn't care that he needed to stay in bed to rest, after realizing that some changes had taken place in his body and he clearly felt something that he had never felt in his life.

"Da da da!"

Filch immediately got out of bed and staggered out of the school infirmary - the invisible Ian naturally followed him all the way, and followed Filch back to his messy room.

"Merlin! God finally heard my prayer!" Filch's face was full of shock and ecstasy. He actually crawled under the bed where he slept.

Some floors were pried open.

Filch took out an old wand from it - every Squib cannot cast magic, but every Squib always has the desire to have magic in their heart. This is probably something Filch prepared for himself in his early years. Many Squibs would secretly prepare a wand for themselves.

Seen magic.

But I can't touch magic.

Only those who have experienced this kind of pain can understand it.

Cruel and desperate.

It is absolutely as cruel as a person who has kept his white moonlight in his heart for many years, but when they meet again, the white moonlight asks for five hundred yuan for a night, while he cannot even afford five hundred yuan.

"The flames are blazing!"

Filch's pronunciation of the spell was very standard; he must have practiced it secretly over the years.

As he finished speaking, a flame really shot out from the wand in his hand. Although it was fleeting, it made Filch tremble with excitement.

"It's magic! I can have magic!"

Filch's voice was filled with ecstasy and a hint of tears. He had dreamed of such a moment more than once over the years, but the miracle that the Squibs expected and longed for had never happened in all these years.

however.

I don't know why.

Tonight he saw miracles and hope.

"Merlin is really enlightened!!!" Filch's eyes were filled with tears. He raised his wand and was about to try other magic. However, he did not get any feedback after reciting the spell again.

It was even worse than the magic that had not been completely successful before. This time there was no reaction at all. Filch recited the spell in panic, but the magic power in his body began to return to silence quickly.

"Do not!!"

Filch screamed in fear. He tried to catch the magic that he had finally sensed, but he couldn't even slow down the speed at which the magic was fading.

The hope that he had finally grasped was gone like smoke, and there was no way to keep it. This feeling made Filch feel more painful than killing him.

"Don't do this to me! Don't give me hope and then take it away!"

He was wailing.

It is true that those born Squibs are all pitiful people, but Ian did not feel pity for Filch. After all, everyone knew the malice and jealousy of this guy towards the little wizards.

Unlike those who are in the darkest areas but still truly look towards the light, Filch is the type who wants to drag everyone else into the darkness since he is in the darkness himself.

He had no gratitude at all for Hogwarts having him.

He even attempted to help when Voldemort captured the school.

The students' disgust and dislike for him were not without reason, and it was not because he was a dud, but because his own moral character was extremely bad and despicable.

"My potion does seem to be working."

Ian witnessed Filch being in heaven and then falling back into hell, and even falling into a deeper hell. He shook his head, maintained his invisibility, turned around and left the room.

Ian did not try to open the locked door, but walked directly through the wall. His mastery of compound magic was already far beyond that of most adult wizards.

of course.

Of course there are people in the world who are far more accomplished than him, and there is more than one in Hogwarts. Ian was caught red-handed even though he did not touch his Disillusionment Charm when he left Filch's room.

"Tsk tsk, you're still so energetic in the middle of the night. You're a good candidate to help me with the work."

Grindelwald had returned at some point and he grabbed Ian, who was in invisible state, and twisted his neck with great precision.

It seems that the eyes of this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can not only predict the future, but also see through illusions.

"What work?"

Ian's figure slowly emerged.

"Moving things."

Grindelwald spoke briefly and to the point, carrying Ian towards the office. The young wizard sighed heavily and began to study in his mind how to link his brain with the Marauder's Map.

"Don't you guys sleep at night?"

Ian was helpless.

He was always assigned various odd jobs by Snape, and Grindelwald liked to let him be a free porter, which was something that house elves were very good at. "The Christmas holidays are over, and I have prepared a new surprise for you little wizards." Grindelwald said with a smile, and he seemed to really enjoy being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Dementors? Or some other scary creature?"

Ian wanted to sound out Grindelwald's opinion on behalf of his classmates.

"Oh, both, both."

Grindelwald opened the door of the office. The room was brightly lit, and what Ian didn't expect was that Aurora, whom he had just parted with not long ago, was also in the office.

The little German girl looked quite well-behaved as she sat on a stool.

Ian thought she was probably being scolded.

Because he had seen a midnight snack on Grindelwald's desk, and next to the snack was a cup that Grindelwald had poured into the trash can.

It smells like residual truth serum.

of course.

What kind of plot is the love-hate relationship between grandparents and grandchildren? To Ian, whose eyes widened, it was not as good as the story behind the midnight snack on the table.

"You fried the dragon eggs?!"

Ian looked at the fried egg covering the entire plate in confusion.

"Didn't you say that dragon eggs are the best ingredients?"

Aurora tilted her head and spoke in confusion. She was not surprised that Ian was captured by Grindelwald. Perhaps Grindelwald went out just to capture Ian.

"I just talked to you about it when I came back..." Ian felt sorry for the fried eggs on the table. He secretly glanced at Grindelwald who put him down.

The young wizard was already wondering in his heart, could it be that his adventure with Aurora had gone wrong? He also suspected that Grindelwald had deliberately blocked him at Filch's door.

"I have no appetite, you can eat if you want."

Grindelwald sat down on the office chair and pushed the dragon egg in front of Ian. He looked very gentle and didn't seem to be angry about Ian and Aurora.

Come to think of it, Grindelwald has done a lot of robbery.

"Could there be some special seasoning in it?" Ian was indeed tempted, but he didn't dare to act. He looked at Grindelwald and then at Aurora suspiciously.

The little girl lowered her head.

This made Ian even more afraid to eat.

"The problem is the tea. The fried eggs are cooked perfectly." Grindelwald tore off some of the fried eggs and put them in his mouth. He nodded at the empty teacup on the table.

"You added too much truth serum..."

Ian sniffed the teacup.

He gave Aurora guidance in person.

Grindelwald was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said to Aurora, "Hehe, make another cup of the tea you brought me for your accomplice. Let him broaden his horizons."

Just when Ian was confused and wondering what this was all about, Aurora hesitated for a moment, then took out a large bucket of truth serum. It was the same bucket that the black market merchant had used before, with a purity so high that Ian doubted the black market merchant would wake up.

"Cuckoo~"

Under Ian's gaze, Aurora picked up the teacup on the table and poured a large cup of truth serum into it. Then, she took out a few tea leaves from somewhere and threw them in.

"It's ready."

Aurora sounded rather regretful.

"?????"

Ian was confused.

What kind of magical way of making tea is this?
It's outrageous enough that someone added water to the truth serum, but how come they even used it to make tea! How can you still look like you're sorry that Grindelwald didn't fall for it?
"You don't have a fever, do you?"

Ian touched Aurora's forehead.

"????"

Aurora turned her head away speechlessly and ignored Ian.

"You should teach her some common sense... These are the things she lacked the most in her childhood, so much so that her current performance is even worse than that of our Muggle studies professor." Grindelwald, as a victim whose scheme failed, actually gave his advice with a warm heart.

"..."

Ian felt that this family might not be normal.

"Let's talk about what chores we're going to do, shall we?"

He chose to change the subject.

"Take the three boxes over there to the basement classroom." Grindelwald pursed his lips and pointed to the corner, but he did not continue to persuade Ian and Aurora to murder him together.

"okay!"

Ian used the levitation spell to control the three boxes. He was afraid that Grindelwald would ask him to move them by hand, but fortunately, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was not as perverted as Snape. He carried the boxes all the way to the underground classroom that Grindelwald had renovated, and Ian found that Grindelwald and Aurora also followed him out.

"What's inside?"

After putting down the box, Ian asked curiously.

"I told you that these are things you prepared for class. They correspond to three possible dangers. If you want to try them now, that's fine."

Grindelwald smiled and gestured for invitation.

"Do you want to try?"

Ian looked at Aurora.

The little German girl shook her head wildly.

"Then I won't try."

Ian always felt that there must be something fishy going on.

He was very clear about the character of Grindelwald, this funny guy.

"Okay, it would be nice to face him in class with other students after school starts." Grindelwald did not force it, he just spoke with a slightly regretful voice.

"However, you must be mentally prepared. You may not be able to perform well this time. When the time comes, you may embarrass yourself in front of the little wizards just like them."

This is obviously a provocation.

But it can be called an open conspiracy.

Ian really fell for it.

His curiosity was really aroused.

"Choose one of the three. Unless a Bulbasaur comes out of it, I won't even be surprised." Ian directly chose the box in the middle.

“You really know how to choose.”

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, "I can tell you now that there are very terrible things inside. Even our Headmaster Albus Dumbledore would not want to face it in class."

His words were serious.

With a rather serious feeling.

"I don't believe you put my other good friend in there." Ian didn't waste any more words. He directly pried open the lock of the box and opened the tightly closed seal of the box.

at this time.

Aurora had no idea when she had drifted away from the little wizard.

Grindelwald also took a few steps back.

His eyes were fixed on the pitch-black box with an extremely serious feeling, which made Ian a little nervous. He took out his wand and was ready to light it at any time.

"Boggart..."

Ian's eyes narrowed.

It is discovered that something is changing in the darkness - Boggart can see through a person's heart and become the most feared thing in the heart of the person standing in front of it. The spell to deal with Boggart is the Boggart Expelling Spell "Funny Funny", which will turn Boggart into the funniest appearance that the person facing it thinks.

of course.

If there are many people gathered in front of the Boggart, the threat of the Boggart will be instantly reduced, because it will not know what form to change into to scare everyone. What the Boggart really fears is laughter. When the laughter from the heart sounds, the Boggart will explode into thousands of wisps of green smoke and disappear without a trace.

"Yes, that's the Boggart."

Grindelwald's eyes never left the box that Ian had opened.

Aurora in the distance was also full of curiosity.

Both of them seemed to want to know Ian's inner fear... Ian swallowed and looked directly at the figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

This is a man with blue eyes, a tall and thin old man. He wears white moon-shaped glasses and has a long white beard on his face with a crooked nose.

"You are afraid of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore?" Aurora's voice sounded a little disappointed. She probably thought that what Ian was afraid of should be something more magical and uncommon.

"That's not surprising. Who isn't afraid of our headmaster? After all, those who truly understand him will be afraid of him. Come on, our..." Grindelwald looked at Ian playfully.

however.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

When Albus Dumbledore completely walked out of the box, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's voice stopped abruptly, and the half-smile on his face froze.

Aurora's eyes widened as well.

I saw.

There was a face on the back of Albus Dumbledore's head, very clear and lifelike, it was the old face of Grindelwald when he was not using any disguise.

not only that.

The mouth on that face was very big and was constantly spitting out fierce flames.

"My professor! My friend! Isn't this scary enough?" Ian looked frightened. He staggered back a few steps and moved closer to the door.

"Damn you brat!"

Grindelwald's face turned pale.

Ian, who was already close to the door, immediately turned around and ran. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. Only Grindelwald and Aurora were left in the empty classroom.

"Get back!"

Grindelwald swung his wand, and the Boggart immediately returned to its original shape and was slammed into the box. The next moment, the seal of the box was immediately closed.

"It seems I still underestimated this brat!"

Grindelwald walked over to the three boxes.

"Isn't it you and Headmaster Dumbledore that he's afraid of?"

Aurora still seemed to trust her friend. Of course, it was also possible that she was just helping Ian cover up something, but Grindelwald did not give any response.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor simply opened the other two boxes, and under Aurora's somewhat stunned gaze, he raised his wand and completely destroyed the other two Boggarts.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

Aurora frowned when she came to her senses.

"Just by the way."

Grindelwald looked back towards the door through which Ian had left.

"It's a pity that we didn't get to see the real answer."

With a soft sigh.

Grindelwald's eyes turned pale.

It reflected a scene that only he could see - Ian Prince standing on top of a giant bone dragon, surrounded by terrifying fire that almost blocked out the entire sky.

Just this scene.

There is no other information.

Grindelwald had no idea what he was seeing.

But he knows.

The scene that I saw along with last night's "awakening" dream must be hiding something extremely terrifying.

Because in the picture.

The little wizard, who had grown up a little, seemed to be dominating the world, but the wand in his hand was slowly sliding to the ground, and a look of real fear appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)