Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 139: Ian is dead! Quirrell mutates!
Another night without sleep.

Ian didn't feel much tired or sleepy. He went back to the Room of Requirement and started tinkering with the potion again, wanting to further improve the [Prince Magic Reviving Potion].

Today's [Prince Brand Magic Revival Potion] cannot permanently revive the magic of a dud. Even if a dud drinks a whole bottle of [Prince Brand Magic Revival Potion], it can only maintain a few active cycles of magic. It obviously has not achieved the permanent magic revival effect that Ian thinks is perfect.

Although this may be the most profitable way, for a potion-brewing researcher like Ian, he may not brew a potion that can permanently revive magic power, but he absolutely cannot fail to brew it.

How to sell in order to maximize profits is only a worldly choice, and being able to permanently revive the magic power in the body of a squib is the achievement of a person who dares to call himself a master of potions.

"There must be such a method, and this method can also be used in the formula of aphrodisiac in the field of [Awakening]. I can even use it to improve Mr. Morgan's aphrodisiac formula."

"I just wonder if it would cause panic and disputes among the secular world from the ethical and moral perspective if we could really create a love potion that lasts a lifetime."

"There will definitely be many people who think that being affected by the drug for a lifetime is not love, and there will be some people who think that this drug is a blasphemy to love."

"Well, in fact, it comes down to the same thing. The potion itself is innocent. The only guilty ones are those who use it incorrectly. If two people who are already in love make an appointment to take this love potion."

"It could certainly be given another name with a beautiful symbolic meaning."

Ian was thinking purely from a professional potion-related perspective, and he really had no interest in aphrodisiacs whose effects could last a lifetime.

after all.

The young wizard has already seen what kind of face he will have when he grows up. Whether he makes a living by his looks or his strength, it is obvious that it will be much more effective than aphrodisiacs.

"Guru Guru~"

The crucible was bubbling.

It is not an easy task to explore the effect of a potion, and Ian does not expect to get results in one night. He needs to try various material combinations that may prolong the effect of the potion.

This process is bound to be boring.

It's like the day-to-day life of a college student studying materials science.

But Ian enjoyed it.

[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]

……

After all, he did gain some personal proficiency. By the early morning of the next day, his [Potion Mastery] skill would be able to be upgraded in another three to five days.

"Extraordinary traits are just so-so. What I want now is legendary traits!" Ian already has a lot of level 7 skills. He might be able to get his first legendary trait in the next two years. Extraordinary traits have already made him stronger than ordinary people at the same level. It is conceivable that legendary traits must be even more extraordinary and otherworldly.

[Flame Journey (Level 7) 87/6400]

[Language Proficiency (Level 7) 154/6400]

[Transfiguration (Level 7) 341/6400]

If he could have some more adventures, or some "guidance from an expert", Ian felt that the time it would take for his legendary traits to awaken could be shortened significantly.

Of course, no matter what, as long as he is still studying in Hogwarts, as long as he can still learn from Morgan in the misty fantasy, Ian's ability improvement speed will not slow down.

Before he met his teacher and entered Hogwarts, it took him many years to awaken two extraordinary characteristics through deception. This is probably the difference between having a background and not having one.

"I can even sleep only three or four hours a day in the future, and spend the rest of the time studying. The more magic power I have, the more energy I have. No wonder powerful wizards can easily live for more than 200 years."

Ian was still feeling energetic after staying up all night.

He instructed the Dementor to clean up, and after seeing the Dementor change into a set of cleaning clothes, he left the Room of Requirement with brisk steps.

outside the house.

The sunlight has already shone into the castle through the windows. It is a rare sunny day in winter these days, and it makes the bone-chilled air a little warmer.

Walking down the spiral staircase, Ian saw Filch standing in the corridor. He looked quite melancholy and frustrated. He stood blankly in front of an iron barrel as if thinking about something.

"It seems that returning to being a Squib has been a big blow to him."

Ian walked around Filch calmly. However, before he could get far, he heard the little wizard's exclamation from behind him, followed by a very violent noise.

"Oh!"

It was a violent explosion.

Ian was startled and took out his wand and turned around, but he did not find any dark wizard who invaded Hogwarts. He only saw Filch lying on the ground motionless.

It's like yesterday happened again.

The exploded iron barrel fell from the ceiling, and Filch kicked his legs again and fell into unconsciousness - the air was filled with a very strong smell of homemade gunpowder.

"?????"

Seeing those little wizards panicking, shouting to save people while kicking Filch fiercely, the expression on Ian's face was so interesting.

"Could this guy think that his magic can be temporarily activated because it was blown over by the iron barrel?" Ian found that the position where Filch placed the iron barrel was exactly the same as yesterday.

He felt that he might have guessed correctly... but Filch had obviously underestimated the power of homemade gunpowder. This guy looked much more seriously injured than yesterday.

Yesterday my legs were still twitching, but today I just lay there motionless.

"I'm afraid he committed suicide?"

Ian turned around and walked forward to check Filch's breathing.

"Neither alive nor alive...almost dead."

He felt that Filch was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

"Who will take him to the school infirmary?"

Ian hesitated for a moment and finally gave Filch a bottle of potion with little effect. He watched the little wizards scatter like birds and beasts, which only reflected his good quality of being helpful.

"Send this guy to the school infirmary! Did you hear me?" Ian caught several young Slytherin wizards. Not only did he save Filch, but he also provided Slytherin students with morning exercise.

His merits increased, Filch regained his life span, and the Slytherin students gained good health.

Triple win.

Ian watched the few strong men he had captured carrying Filch away, then walked back to the hall. Perhaps with fewer little wizards competing for the popular breakfast, he could consider it another win.

“This is wisdom!”

The young wizards who stayed in school for the holiday had already gone to the auditorium to eat one after another. Ian was no exception. When he stepped into the auditorium, he saw that the number of students was even more than yesterday.

Some people took advantage of the good weather and finally stepped out of the warm lounge. Some students had already gone home for the holidays, but chose to return to school immediately after Christmas.

Among this group, the largest number of students are from Ravenclaw House, and the smallest number are from Gryffindor House. This is probably because the children from Eagle House are more worried that other students are studying secretly behind their backs.

I always feel uneasy when I'm not in school.

When the little eagles are at home, they start to worry, fearing that other students will surpass them during the holidays. Such worries are not groundless but happen every year.

Not to mention trying to overtake others during festivals, even on weekdays, they say they are going to watch Quidditch but in fact they are hiding somewhere to study. The story of a senior who did not forget to study while playing with his girlfriend has always been an "inspirational story" in Ravenclaw College.

Of course, for the Gryffindor heroine in this story, this can only be regarded as a complaint she made to her bestie about how low her boyfriend is.

"Look at the new toys I brought from home."

"It's actually the latest model of flying broomstick. It looks like you're going to be in the spotlight after the holidays."

"Wouldn't anyone like to try my mom's pie? She got creative with the Beebe Every Flavour Beans. You'll even get a chance to try some fresh goat dung flavoured pie."

"Why do I feel like the pie you put in is filled with real sheep dung?"

"Guess why I brought it back to school for you to eat, hehe."

……

The low winter temperatures did not dampen the energy of the young wizards.

The auditorium was bustling with activity.

Four long tables were placed symmetrically along the center of the room.

Each table was covered with a white linen tablecloth with intricate patterns embroidered with golden threads, which contrasted with the ancient portraits and flickering candlesticks hanging on the walls. The air was filled with the tempting aroma of food, a mixture of freshly baked bread, the richness of stewed meat, the freshness of vegetables and the sweetness of desserts.

"Why do you think I look weird?" When Ian walked towards the long table where Aurora was, he found that Daphne Greengrass and her bestie were stuffing something into their mouths and were about to leave.

"Maybe I didn't sleep well last night?"

When Daphne Greengrass was pulled by Ian, her whole body trembled and her expression was a little terrified. She quickly took a few steps back like a frightened deer.

"Yeah, yeah. Didn't sleep well."

There was something wrong with Gesha Selwyn's expression. She looked at Ian with a strange look in her eyes. She didn't dare to meet his gaze. There was a look of even more timidity in her eyes than that of Daphne Greengrass.

"It's really weird."

Ian saw the two little witches rushing out of the classroom. He looked around and saw not only the two little witches, but also students at each long table who were looking at him in a huff.

Everyone's expression was a little strange and complicated... Ian recalled what he had done in the past two days and felt that he had been very low-key and had not done anything out of the ordinary.

He was tired of the cycle and must want to take a break for a while.

"Why do you have the same look?" Ian sat down next to Aurora. The way the German girl made tea last night still made him feel very amazing.

"It's not just us, the professors are the same." Aurora lowered her head and ate the food on her plate again. Her plate was piled with golden fried eggs, perfectly grilled sausages, and toasts covered with jam. The little German girl was not picky about food, and she ate whatever was in front of her every day.

Ian is different.

He filled his plate with beef, bacon, and grilled sausages, focusing on the protein content. Even the porridge he drank was the century egg and lean meat porridge that the house-elves provided for him every day.

"Really...what's wrong with me?"

While eating, Ian looked up at the teacher's seat.

The only people who came to breakfast on time were Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout. Not only did they look at Ian with strange eyes, they also put their heads close together as if they were whispering something.

Professor McGonagall's expression was the most complicated.

There was a hint of disbelief in Professor Sprout's eyes. She noticed that after Ian noticed their discussion, he seemed guilty and quickly shifted his gaze, unwilling to look at the little wizard.

"Could it be that everyone knows that I made a super awesome potion?" Ian was confused, and he recalled all his experiences after leaving the time loop in his mind. There was nothing out of the ordinary, at least he had not done anything out of the ordinary that would be discovered by others.

"Last night, many children from pure-blood families, as well as outstanding students, had dreams that were different in degree of clarity, but they all remembered you appeared in them."

"Some people remember it more clearly, while others remember it more vaguely. For example, I remember it more clearly..." Aurora turned her head to look at Ian beside her.

"What did you dream about?"

Ian was still a little confused, but he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I dreamed that you did a lot of outrageous things. Some people said that you raised a Dementor to scare people all over the school, and some people said that you blew up almost every place in the school."

"Daphne and her girlfriends said they dreamed that you tied Marcus Flint to a broomstick and then lit a fire so that Marcus Flint actually flew into the sky."

"And you threatened them that if they dared to tell anyone, you would make them the first wizards to land on the moon..." Aurora was actually counting on her fingers as she listed them one by one to Ian.

She had obviously made a point of finding out before Ian arrived at the auditorium.

"..."

Ian's expression was a little out of control.

Nima.

Aren’t these the things he did in the loop when the loop was about to restart? How come they became the scenes that the little wizards dreamed about at night?

"What about you? What did you dream about?"

Ian began to realize that something was wrong.

He had done even more outrageous things than these. If the young wizards had dreamed of them, his already low reputation at Hogwarts would probably never be restored in his lifetime.

"I dreamed that you used my wand to pick your nose... You were picking the nostrils of the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest. You said you wanted to collect some potion ingredients to make potions."

Aurora spoke in a quiet voice.

"Dreams are just dreams, don't take them seriously."

Ian lowered his head guiltily and ate his meal in a hurry. He knew that he might have been tricked by Salazar Slytherin again. Wasn't it agreed that the time loop was independent of the real world?

"No, I don't think this is a dream."

Aurora's words made Ian's knife pause for a moment.

"It should be a collective prophecy... I should go back and find out why this happened." Fortunately, the German girl did not guess the truth.

The young wizard secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In his heart, he had already greeted all eighteen generations of Salazar Slytherin. He really felt his face getting hot, as if he had already seen the rumors he would face.

Rumors are not scary.

The scary thing is that he really did those things... Is this a punishment from the founder? How did the custom server that was promised become this mess?
“Actually, I was dreaming too.”

Ian was just about to blend in with the group to avoid suspicion, when suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the auditorium.

It was Snape, wrapped in a black robe.

He was holding a wand, covered in blood, and ran into the auditorium in a hurry. Without even looking at Ian and the others, he walked straight to the teachers' seats in the middle of the auditorium.

Many young wizards cried out in surprise and looked at Snape in horror. He was covered in blood and it was indeed scary. Some young wizards even started to discuss whether Snape had accidentally killed a student.

"quiet!"

Professor McGonagall spoke seriously, causing a commotion among the students. She looked at Snape with a puzzled look, her eyes fixed on the fresh blood stains on Snape's body.

"Something happened. Someone died." Snape whispered to Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, but Ian, who was extremely curious, eavesdropped on him using a little trick.

"Where?"

Professor McGonagall stood up immediately.

"The basement... I don't know who did it."

Snape's tone was somewhat complex and difficult to describe.

"Take me there."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout exchanged a look, and she immediately followed Snape towards the door, while Professor Sprout continued to stay in the hall to guard the little wizard.

"Are there any prefects staying here? Go and bring the students who are still in the common room over!" Professor Sprout certainly knew what to do, and her serious expression made the little wizards nervous.

"what happened?"

"Is someone dead?"

"I know there's no peace where there's a succubus!"

……

The little wizards were in chaos.

But Aurora didn't seem to care about what happened. She continued to eat the food on her plate. When she turned around to talk to Ian, she found that Ian was gone.

"Who died?"

Of course, Ian followed Snape and Professor McGonagall. He followed the two of them all the way to the basement and saw a cold body at the door of Snape's office.

The corpse had completely lost its breath of life, its eyes were empty without eyeballs, and its stomach seemed to have been cut open, with all its internal organs missing.

"Damn it! How could it be him!?"

Ian's pupils suddenly shrank.

Invisible as he was under the Disillusionment Charm, he took a deep breath - for no other reason than that he had even guessed along the way that he might see Lockhart's body.

But I never thought about it.

The person lying on the ground turned out to be that man - Quirinus Quirrell! Although he was always unlucky, it was definitely unlikely that he would suddenly die!
He has Voldemort on him!

It’s probably harder to kill than the four deans!

unless……

Just when Ian was feeling confused and uncertain.

"It's some kind of evil ritual."

Grindelwald, with the face of "Lockhart", saw Snape and Professor McGonagall coming over. He half-squatted beside the corpse and raised his head and spoke in a deep voice.

"Merlin God! How...how could this happen!" Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to look at Professor Quirrell's miserable condition. In addition to disbelief, her tone also contained a bit of worry.

"It is clear that Professor Quirrell has gotten himself into more trouble than he can handle."

Snape said in a deep voice, hinting at something.

"Professor Snape, you..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Grindelwald, then turned to look at Snape, but hesitated to speak.

"He was disemboweled while still alive..." Grindelwald continued to analyze Quirrell's death. He first looked up at where Ian was standing.

immediately.

Under Professor McGonagall's somewhat shocked gaze, he directly took off the pants under Quirrell's blood-stained robe - and his bare buttocks, which were not stained with much blood, were exposed to everyone.

"How could you do such a thing... We should respect the body of a professor." Professor McGonagall avoided his gaze, with a hint of reproach towards Grindelwald in her tone.

however.

Grindelwald hadn't spoken yet.

"Damn it! This isn't right!"

Snape was the first one to lose his balance. His expression changed drastically and he looked terrified.

"I have to inform Dumbledore!"

He rushed to his office. He didn't know if the head of Slytherin had some means of contacting Dumbledore at any time hidden in his office.

"Gone..."

Ian knew why Snape suddenly felt so uneasy and frightened. He and Snape were both insiders, and they both knew that Voldemort should have stayed on Professor Quirrell's ass.

however.

Now Quirrell's body was no longer covered with Voldemort.

"What the hell is going on."

Ian didn't get close, but he saw Grindelwald stand up and walk to where he was, brushing past him as if he was passing by and slipping a note into his hand.

"It's this kind of perspective-like cheating operation again..." Ian looked at the level of his own Illusion Spell and felt helpless. He could only pray that the Beyonder characteristic could bring about some qualitative changes in his Illusion Spell.

[Go to the principal’s office]

After walking a little further away with the note in his hand, Ian opened the note that was forced into his hand. Before he could do anything, he saw a group of Aurors walking down the stairs.

These people are aggressive.

Lots of them.

"Professors, please stay where you are and do not take any action, because someone who knows the truth and is trustworthy has reported to us that Albus Dumbledore is suspected of murder and dark magic rituals."

The leader is Cornelius Fudge, who just took office as Minister of Magic this year.

His tone was serious.

He looked solemn.

After seeing the mutilated body of Professor Quirrell outside Snape's office, Cornelius Fudge immediately looked at Grindelwald and Professor McGonagall with a wary look.

"Although I don't want this to happen, for everyone's safety, please cooperate with our investigation." He actually had an extremely majestic attitude.

He raised his hand and was about to signal the Aurors to take away Professor McGonagall and Grindelwald's wands.

(End of this chapter)