Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 145 144: Doubtful History! And Experts!
Ian really felt offended like never before.

Even when Voldemort pointed at his nose and scolded him, he didn't feel so uncomfortable. The so-called "How to Win Friends and Influence People: The Secret of Prince" is actually just a book on child psychology?

"Nonsense! Your grandfather is talking nonsense! He's just a guy who plays with a wand. He doesn't know how to write a book!" Ian gritted his teeth and looked like he was going to tear Grindelwald's latest book into pieces.

"I understand how you feel. If it were me, I would also feel extremely angry." Aurora quickly agreed, and the anger on Ian's face dissipated a lot.

"It's you, my friend, who is the most sensible. If I could beat your grandfather, I would definitely argue with him." Ian sat back in his chair with an indignant tone.

"It's okay. There will always be a day when you can win the fight. Then he won't dare to frame you like this." Aurora continued to respond, and Ian felt her understanding.

however.

Unexpectedly, the little German girl took out a small snack from her robe the next moment.

"If you feel unhappy, how about a crystal lollipop?" This gentle voice, like coaxing a child, immediately made Ian's face turn red again.

It's not pork liver anymore.

It's almost like a monkey's butt.

"Child psychology is useless to me! Do you think a naive child would do such a thing?" Ian snatched the lollipop from Aurora's hand.

immediately.

He stood up again and walked straight to the third-year senior at the other end of the Slytherin table.

"Want some Christmas candy?"

The young wizard stuffed the crystal lollipop directly into the hands of the third-year senior, and opened his hands to the senior under the third-year senior's somewhat confused gaze.

"You've touched it. I don't sell second-hand goods, so five silver Sickles, thank you!" Ian's words finally made the third-year senior come to his senses and reveal an aggrieved expression.

However, the third-year Slytherin senior did not hesitate. Without saying a word, he took out his purse, took out a gold Galleon from it and handed it to Ian.

"No, I should be the one thanking you. This must be the most delicious candy I have ever eaten. It is definitely worth more than five silver Sickles." The Slytherin senior's voice was full of enthusiasm.

Ian had no idea what he was thinking. Anyway, the Slytherin senior's face was full of sincerity, and he gave him a very standard smile.

"..."

Ian successfully obtained a gold Galleon and returned to Aurora with the shining coin, but he couldn't be happy because he had realized a very terrifying problem.

"You just proved that this book is still useful." Aurora said concisely. Before Ian came back, she had already read a chapter of "How to Win Friends and Influence People: The Secret of Prince".

[Ian doesn't hit a smiling person: How to provide him with emotional value]

It can only be said that although Ian had already sensed something was wrong with his Slytherin senior, he still couldn't help but twitching his eyes when he saw the chapter title listed by Grindelwald in the book.

“How many copies of the old guy’s book did you sell?”

For some reason, the little wizard's voice suddenly became hoarse.

Aurora didn't respond.

He just pushed the heavy bag of gold galleons in front of Ian again.

“It’s a big seller.”

A short sentence.

It made Ian feel like he was in the freezing chamber of a fishing boat.

"He's not planning to publish it outside, is he?"

The little wizard still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Gilderoy Lockhart is an excellent writer. Do you know what that means?" Aurora pointed to the corner of the cover of "How to Win Friends and Influence People: The Secret of Prince".

Without waiting for Ian to respond, the little witch continued with a smile, "It means that when you see his books, bookstores in various wizard gathering places have already started to stock them."

The position of her finger was exactly the publisher's logo.

"..."

Ian was completely numb.

"How can such a crappy book be published outside? How many people out there know me?" Ian was really furious now. He even wanted to expose Grindelwald's true colors regardless of the consequences.

But then I thought about it.

Even the Daily Prophet has been taken over by Grindelwald, and the channels for speaking out have long been blocked. Isn't this something Grindelwald has planned long ago?
"Does he control all the bookstores in various places?" Ian thought back to the first time he met Aurora, when the bookstore in Hogsmeade village had already been taken over by the saints.

He couldn't help but think about it with some horror... According to Grindelwald's advanced thinking, this old man might have started planning to control the channels through which all wizards could obtain information as soon as he came out.

Just like many super oligarchs in the Muggle world, they can control public opinion by controlling the media...Is Grindelwald probably also secretly carrying out similar operations in the wizarding world?

"For those booksellers, no matter what Lockhart's book is about, his name is enough to guarantee profits, not to mention that you come from a once-famous potion family."

"Most wizards are curious about the mysterious and fallen family of potions, so its sales outside the school should not be too low."

"Of course, according to my grandfather's public declaration, this book is a Hogwarts survival guide he wrote after one year of teaching for the new students who will be enrolled in the next seven years."

Aurora did not respond directly to Ian's doubts, but turned to the first page of "Human Weakness: The Secret of Prince" and pointed to the introduction of the book with her white little hand.

Ian took a quick glance and immediately stopped reading. Something like "We can't prevent school bullying, but we can choose to avoid it" made his eyes hurt.

"Old Deng is absolutely slandering me... I only know how to bully those bullies..." Ian's voice was weak, and he felt that his reputation was probably doomed.

There will definitely be no hope for the next seven years, and maybe even after graduation.

"Perhaps he is exaggerating a bit, in order to cause panic among the parents of young wizards... In fact, my grandfather's behavior is obviously to build momentum for you."

Aurora had a smile on her face, and it was obvious that she enjoyed seeing Ian get humiliated.

"What kind of publicity is this..."

Ian didn't know where to start complaining.

"No one knows how to create momentum better than him. I think he and Dumbledore have exactly the same idea on this point." There was a profound feeling in Aurora's heterochromatic eyes.

"Ok?"

Ian thought of what Aurora had said just now, that Dumbledore had revealed the matter between him and Voldemort to some descendants of pure-blood families or people in power.

Does this have anything to do with Grindelwald's actions?
Without waiting for Ian to ask.

Aurora stood up, patted herself, and answered his inner doubts as if she had foreseen the future.

"No one will be grateful or respectful to a good person, even if this good person has been doing good things all his life... But if a ruthless and powerful villain does a good thing, it's a different story."

"People only praise you because they know you like them to do so." The German girl looked at Ian deeply, her tone also carrying a hint of intrigue, "My grandfather named this book "Weakness of Human Nature" not to irritate you, he was just secretly mocking a large number of people while cooperating with Dumbledore to build momentum for you."

Done.

The little German girl stuffed the purse she had just taken out into Ian's robe, and then took out the homework that Ian had secretly taken from her when he approached her just now.

She didn't blame Ian for trying to make her rewrite her holiday homework. She just wiped her mouth with Ian's robe and walked towards the auditorium door alone.

"Qiang Qiang!"

The Phoenix Fawkes had been waiting in the corridor for an unknown period of time. It disappeared at the door of the auditorium with Aurora, causing the little wizards who were still eating to exclaim in surprise.

"That's Headmaster Dumbledore's phoenix!"

"It can actually Apparate little Grindelwald!"

"Oh my God! I heard that little Grindelwald has become Headmaster Dumbledore's apprentice. It seems that this is actually true. She comes from the family of that terrible dark wizard!"

"Although my father is a Muggle, my mother firmly believes that I also have the blood of a prophet family. I think I have already anticipated the significant impact this incident will have in the future!"

"Wake up, bro. Our uncle John next door is the one who has the blood of the prophet. We don't have that."

……

There was a commotion in the auditorium.

obviously.

Not only some of Ian's secrets were publicized, but also some of Aurora's secrets were spread. No one knew how many invisible hands were behind this.

"To build momentum..."

Ian looked around and sighed. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a little wizard from the same school approaching him stealthily.

"Little professor, you cleaned your plate so cleanly, that's amazing." He was obviously still a little uncomfortable with it, but he still smiled and gave Ian a thumbs up.

"..."

Ian took action without saying a word and took out a book from the little wizard's robe. The title "Human Weakness: The Secret of Prince" made him feel a toothache.

"You believe this book? You're stupid!"

Ian severely reprimanded the little wizard who attempted to use child psychology on him.

Seeing that the little wizard was a little dejected.

"I'm telling you, this is all Lockhart's way of defrauding you of your money... I have a really useful book. Wait, wait until I write it in a few days and then you can come and buy the useful one."

"Return this book, quickly." Ian's words were somewhat heartbroken, and the little wizard who was being scolded by him was unable to react. When he came to his senses, Ian had already stuffed the book back into his hands.

"When the time comes... the name of the book will be 'The Secret of the True Prince'. Remember to support the genuine product and resist these pirated copies." Ian's reminder of turning back every three steps made the little wizard's eyes widen like bells.

Can you still play like this?
Publish a book to guide yourself?

Even students from Ravenclaw House.

The little wizard, whose cognition was refreshed by Ian's behavior, still felt that his brain CPU was not enough - in fact, Ian's psychology was easy to understand if one thought about it carefully.

after all.

The die is cast.

Grindelwald can make that money.

Why couldn't he, Ian?
……

The peaceful holiday life is gradually coming to an end.

Ian's study life also continued.

of course.

Continuing to brew potions and refine some trump cards is also an essential part of every day.

[Potion Mastery (Level 5) 82/1600]

With the increase in magical proficiency brought about by constantly brewing potions, Ian finally succeeded in pushing [Potion Mastery] to level five.

The extraordinary characteristics contained in this magic also awakened. It was similar to what Ian guessed, a special characteristic of alchemy that was similar to the extraordinary characteristics of alchemy.

It is called [Extreme Fusion].

It enables Ian to neutralize the medicinal properties of different ingredients to the greatest extent when brewing potions, a level that other potion brewers cannot achieve no matter how skilled they are.

Perhaps it cannot be said to be turning the impossible into the possible, but [Extreme Fusion] can allow Ian to stably display a possibility that is perhaps one in ten million during the process of brewing the potion.

This is something that even Snape could never do, and the same is probably true for other Potions Masters in history. The improvement brought about by any extraordinary characteristics cannot be made up by hard work and talent.

"This might be some kind of... authority." Ian was still thinking about the legendary shadow in his mind. He had a hunch that the unclear black shadow might be related to the legendary characteristics.

At least something similar.

This was just Ian's guess, and there was no evidence. He couldn't find anything related to the legend in the library, and Grindelwald and Dumbledore couldn't provide him with much help in this regard.

after all.

Ian's overall strength may still be far behind theirs, but on the road to becoming a legend, he is already ahead of his two mentors.

"Perhaps my more powerful teacher can answer my questions." Ian was looking forward to the arrival of the mysterious night. He knew that Teacher Morgan would definitely be able to give him an answer in this regard.

After all, Teacher Morgan's status is that of a legend, so of course she would have a clearer and more detailed understanding of the legendary path than Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

"Tonight."

Ian was full of anticipation.

He also wanted to see Mr. Morgan's reaction after he got the Mirror of Erised. Of course, since there was still a lot of time before night, the little wizard still carried out his daily studies and brewed potions.

Level five is not the limit of mastering potions. Ian will definitely not stop brewing potions. You know, he still has a lot of materials in his hands to increase his proficiency.

At the very least, you can level up one more level... and Ian doesn't brew potions just to improve his proficiency. What he gains in the time loop is enough for Ian to continue expanding his "arsenal" for a long time.

"When I met Voldemort before, I was able to escape without any danger because I had done enough preparation in advance. Otherwise, I might have fallen into the hands of the cruel senior."

Ian knew that at that time Albus Dumbledore must be ready to take action at any time, but this did not affect him from using this incident to come up with more trump cards and hidden means for himself.

As the saying goes, there are three thousand great ways, but only the Gou Dao will last forever. "A gentleman hides his talent and waits for the right time to act" and "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind" are famous sayings that the descendants of the Gou Dao need to keep in mind. The essence of the Gou Dao is nothing more than the two words "follow your heart", which can create a new world and a new life.

about this point.

Ian also agrees very much.

It’s a pity that he is not a person who likes to keep a low profile and pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Moreover, he had already beaten Voldemort and the news had been spread, so he definitely had no chance to truly interpret the Gou Dao rules of unity of knowledge and action, which required him to hide his weaknesses at all times. There was no other way. Such a situation also made Ian realize that he could not keep a low profile, so he naturally needed more means and trump cards to deal with possible troubles.

"Who knows if Voldemort left any messages to other soul fragments before his death, or if he asked his followers to hate me. I need to be on guard against any potential threats."

"This isn't paranoia, but the caution that's ingrained in my bones as a soul from a flower-growing family. Only when I have the ability to defeat all the pure-blood families alone without taking any damage can I sleep soundly at night." With the elusive Black Phoenix, Ian was able to implement some ideas that had already had some signs.

In the past few days.

Ian has been using the power of the Dark Phoenix to collect the hair of young wizards in various lounges. This is for the purpose of studying the things mentioned in the book "Bloodline Origin" and also for making a new batch of [Anti-Magic Potions] that will have a certain effect on most wizards.

After tasting the sweetness of the [Forbidden Magic Potion], Ian fell in love with its effect, but he obviously couldn't dig up the ancestral graves of all his classmates just to brew the [Forbidden Magic Potion].

It will cause public outrage.

Even if he disguised himself as Senior Tom to dig graves, Ian felt that he might lose some of his virtue. For this reason, he wanted to study the universal version of [Forbidden Magic Potion] that did not require bones and remains and was effective for most wizards, and the extraordinary characteristics of [Extreme Fusion] allowed him to glimpse the possibility of the birth of this kind of magic potion.

"Although wizards' bloodlines are different, I have already discovered the existence of wizard genes. This is the underlying gene in all bloodlines that can respond to magic." Ian's research requires as many specimens as possible. Being able to use hair to conduct such research is already a manifestation of his outstanding ability.

I believe many dead wizards will be relieved by this.

"For the record, the brewing of the sixty-fourth pot of universal anti-magic potion failed. It seems that there is a lack of a screening method, which makes it prohibit everyone from using magic regardless of friend or foe."

Ian gave instructions to the [Homework Pen] beside him.

Dementors were clearly not up to the task.

So he really found where the [Homework Pen] comes in handy.

While using this [homework pen] to write a book, Ian also modified its function so that it could also be used to help Ian record experimental data.

Of course, the biggest use of the [Homework Pen] is to write books. The completion and publication of "The Secret of the True Prince" in school all depended on this alchemical prop that he had previously wanted to use to make a profit.

Go round and round.

After all, he did earn gold galleons with his invention, and the return was even greater than what he had hoped to get when he first wanted to use it to take orders and do homework.

"Intellectual property is still valuable!" Ian stroked his Black Phoenix while counting his assets. He can definitely be considered a real wealthy man now.

It is really pleasing to the eye to see piles of gold Galleons put together.

"Don't eat the gold coins!"

Ian slapped the Black Phoenix that was trying to swallow the gold Galleons. These days, he would occasionally let the Black Phoenix out to play at night, and when he went out during the day, he would leave the Black Phoenix in the Room of Requirement.

no way.

The rumors about him and the Dumbledore family were still spreading in the academy, and he didn't want those imaginative little wizards to think of new rumors after seeing the Dark Phoenix.

Although it is really hard to associate this Black Phoenix with the phoenix like Fawkes, but what if it is the case? It is already outrageous enough to say that he is the illegitimate son of Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Ian didn't want this rumor to escalate into something even more terrifying... This would wrong the Black Phoenix, so much so that it would chase Fox and peck him at night for no reason.

It was obvious that he was outraged and jealous of Fox's freedom.

The "hehehehe" sounds that echo over Hogwarts at night have become another school ghost story at Hogwarts and a horror story for boys to scare their girlfriends.

Ian also made up a ghost story about this, which scared many young Ravenclaw wizards who were staying in school. No one connected him with the "hehehehe" sounds in the school.

Only the Ravenclaw door knocker would often grumble that he smelled like another bird, but the Bronze Eagle Head was also easy to coax. Ian discovered that child psychology was really effective on the Bronze Eagle Head.

Anyway, after he discovered this secret, he has never been locked out of the Ravenclaw common room again. The only difference is that the rumors about him and the Bronze Eagle Head being in love have become more rampant.

In this regard.

Ian felt nothing.

He was burdened with many rumors, but these rumors could not hurt him at all, nor did they affect his learning efficiency. He even learned the silent explosion spell after going to the library more often.

It's not about silently casting the Exploding Spell, but about making the Exploding Spell produce no sound when it explodes. This is definitely an excellent invention. If his dean hadn't stopped Ian, he would definitely have published a paper on it.

According to Filius Flitwick, the Explosion Curse is an evil curse. If Ian's silent explosion curse is spread, the explosion curse may be deleted from the textbook. Ian was a little unconvinced.

He had argued with Professor Flitwick several times.

This is not.

A new pot of universal anti-magic potion had just started to boil. Taking advantage of a break, Ian went after Professor Flitwick again. The office of the Charms professor was a little messy.

Walk into this office.

It was like stepping into a maze of knowledge and wisdom. The surrounding walls were tightly wrapped by well-arranged bookshelves, which stretched from the ground to the ceiling. Each layer was densely packed with a variety of books. It seemed that there was everything related to magic and spells.

It is like a small library - perhaps just like there is a small library in the common room of Ravenclaw, any student who graduates from Ravenclaw will gradually build his own library. The words on the spine of the book sparkle with the light of knowledge under the soft light, which can attract every heart eager to explore.

of course.

Although there are many bookshelves filled with books.

However, what is more impressive are the books that are not kept on the bookshelf. They are like a group of free souls, scattered casually and elegantly in every corner of the office.

Some of them were leaning on the large office desk, while others were lying next to the comfortable sofa. They looked extremely messy, obviously having been flipped through and not put back in their proper places.

It’s not that I don’t love books.

Ian had always guessed that this was related to Professor Flitwick's dislike of climbing ladders. After all, Professor Flitwick was slightly afraid of heights, which was something many young wizards knew.

"Why are you here again?"

Professor Flitwick felt a little headache when he looked up and saw Ian.

"I have modified the Silent Explosion Charm. Now it really makes no sound at all. I have isolated the medium that transmits sound. It can even serve as a case study to prove that Muggle knowledge can be applied to magic." Ian tried to exaggerate the importance of his own magic, but he obviously misunderstood the reason why Professor Flitwick dissuaded him.

"Sigh~"

Professor Flitwick saw Ian cast another silent explosion spell in front of him. His increasingly sophisticated skills made him gasp and look strange.

As someone who had witnessed Ian's initial demonstration of an explosion spell that produced only the slightest sound, he continued to improve silently until now, even though it had blew up his own solid wooden chair.

Professor Flitwick knew.

You can't not tell the truth yourself.

God knows how much more the little wizard will improve this skill the next time he comes to see him - it was the first time he felt how terrifying it could be to have a student with outstanding talent.

No wonder Dumbledore was so wary of Tom Riddle back then... Professor Flitwick understood Dumbledore, but he did not intend to become the Dumbledore of the past.

After all, the little Ravenclaw wizard in front of him was not as bad as Tom Riddle. Well... at least this brilliant student from his own academy only liked to set fires and not kill people, right?

"No normal wizard would learn this kind of explosive spell... What I mean is, you'd better not cause trouble for the Aurors." Professor Flitwick said with a hint of suggestion.

Of course Ian understood instantly.

"This kind of magic can't rob Gringotts."

He was still a little confused.

"Yes, that's right. It can't rob Gringotts, but how many wizards these days would have such a bold idea? The most likely place it would be used is to allow many people to blow up their enemies silently without disturbing the enemy's neighbors. This would be more difficult for the Aurors to deal with than using the Killing Curse."

Professor Flitwick sighed heavily.

In the end, he persuaded Ian to stop publishing a paper using this magic.

"Well, it's possible that could happen."

After thinking about it carefully, the young wizard felt that it made sense. Not all wizards were as kind-hearted as him and would only use the Silent Explosion Spell to enter the library to read books when it was closed.

of course.

Having finally found Professor Flitwick, Ian certainly wouldn't go back easily. He wasn't discouraged by the rejection, but continued to work hard in Professor Flitwick's office.

"Dean, since the Silent Explosion Spell can cause trouble for the Aurors, I think this Multiple Disarming Spell will definitely be the greatest help to the Aurors this century."

Ian still wanted to write his thesis. He didn't like the hype created by Grindelwald and the others. He wanted to make a name for himself, and a substantial thesis on spells was what he wanted.

"What multiple disarming spell?"

Professor Flitwick, who had secretly breathed a sigh of relief and started preparing for class again, saw that Ian did not leave and came over again. He couldn't help but become interested in Ian's words.

"Just like this! Expelliarmus!"

Ian's wand lit up with the unique red light of the disarming spell. As he shook the wand, the magic that shot out seemed to be shaken apart and turned into arcs of light.

"Crackling~"

A bunch of things around were hit by the spell that split into more than ten branches, causing them to be knocked away. Amidst the red arc of command, Ian looked at his dean with anticipation.

"..."

Professor Flitwick swallowed.

"With your magic skills, I don't think you should have used the Disarming Charm at the beginning..." Professor Flitwick said with horror on his face and his voice was very sharp.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being the professor of Charms at Hogwarts, the master of dueling, and a man who has devoted his entire life to studying magic. His extremely sharp eyesight is truly amazing.

"Yes, professor, this is some innovative attempt I made on another kind of magic, but I think it would be most appropriate to use it on the Disarming Spell when writing a paper."

Ian looked at the huge bookshelf with a guilty conscience. Of course, he couldn't say that this technique was for Avada Lightning Chain. Who would believe that he simply thought that kind of magic was cool?

"Goo~"

Professor Flitwick's swallowing became more and more obvious. He swore that if Minerva hadn't told him something, he would have been unable to resist notifying the Ministry of Magic, which had already left the school with Quirrell's body.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

Ian tried his best to make his expression look innocent. He realized that something was wrong with Professor Flitwick's look. He didn't expect that the head of Ravenclaw was so sharp-sighted.

It was obvious that he had secretly made some detailed modifications to this technique.

"Have you read the book in the restricted section?" Professor Flitwick did not ask Ian any harsh questions. He just spoke in a sharp voice as if he had thought of something.

"Um... I've read a lot of books in the restricted area, and they all have the principal's approval." Ian was a little confused, as he had never referred to any books for this technique.

"It's the book 'The Doubtful Legend: The Mystery of the Transfer Student.'" Professor Flitwick stared at Ian, as if trying to tell from his expression whether Ian was lying or not.

"Ah? Is there this book? I haven't seen it." Ian still felt a little confused. He heard an extremely unfamiliar book title from Professor Flitwick.

"Is it some kind of fictional biography?"

Ian started to speculate based on the title of the book. Could it be that the author of this book had the same idea as himself, and was a bosom friend who understood that firepower coverage was the truth?
"Some people say that it is a sealed school history, while others say that it is just a fabricated story. I used to be more inclined to the latter, but now I am a little unsure..."

"Since there is a first-year student like you, it is not impossible for a fifth-year legend to appear." Professor Flitwick looked at Ian deeply.

"A fifth-year legend!?"

Ian also became a little confused.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, and he thought of what Aurora had once mentioned to him, and he immediately couldn't help but blurt out and ask.

"Are you talking about an old senior who kills people when he's happy, and kills more people when he's unhappy?" Ian had heard of this story from Aurora before, but he thought Aurora was joking at the time. He didn't expect that there really was such a biography in the restricted area that sounded even more exciting than Voldemort.

"And you said you haven't read the book!"

Professor Flitwick jumped up from his stool.

"Um, my friend has read it, and I heard about it..." Ian still found it hard to believe. He tried to sort out his logic, "I think this kind of book is probably made up."

"After all, if such a student really existed, he would have been imprisoned in Azkaban before he graduated. Besides, where would there be so many wizards in the wizarding world for him to kill?"

"If such a person really existed, Grindelwald would not be the first generation Dark Lord, and Voldemort would not be the second generation." Ian's analysis was reasonable and clear.

"Shh~"

Professor Flitwick hurriedly covered the little wizard's mouth.

"Don't address the mysterious man by name. He has placed a curse on his name... I think Dumbledore must have told you that the man is not really dead."

He reminded Ian in a low voice.

"..."

And Ian felt that Professor Flitwick seemed to have not yet updated the version.

"Haven't you heard?"

He tilted his head in confusion.

"What did you hear?"

Professor Flitwick looked a little bewildered.

"Okay... let's talk about the murderer you mentioned." Ian felt that Headmaster Dumbledore's hype was not as widespread as he thought.

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick looked at him strangely at first, and then spoke as if he was lost in memory.

"Of course, biographies are exaggerated. However, more than a century ago, the number of wizards was much larger than it is today."

"Killing hundreds of people a day may be an exaggeration, but a dozen or twenty should be enough... If you haven't read the book, you probably don't know what the protagonist has done." Professor Flitwick usually wouldn't discuss this with the little wizard, but the little wizard in front of him was obviously an exception.

Extraordinarily gifted.

Extremely talented.

Or the future scheduled principal.

"Um, Dean, I was actually a little confused just now. What is the relationship between the protagonist in this biography and my disarming spell technique? Could it be that he has invented this technique before me?"

Ian tilted his head and asked the question that had been in his mind for a while.

Professor Flitwick nodded, then shook his head in consideration. "It can't be said to be an invention. According to the records in that book, and the information I have privately looked up out of curiosity, the student a century ago learned this technique from a mysterious wizard."

The dean's words left Ian speechless.

“There really is someone who is one step ahead of me.”

He somewhat felt the regret of being born too late.

"It's hard to say. In fact, many people have studied the contents of this book, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find a single person involved."

Professor Flitwick continued to shake his head.

"That means I'm the first person to use this technique, right?" Ian's eyes lit up again, and he looked at Professor Flitwick with anticipation.

Professor Flitwick didn't know why the young wizard was so persistent. "It's hard to explain. In fact, your method is not that complicated in terms of technique."

"The difficulty in performing it lies only in the strength of the soul and the control over magic. I think that even including the protagonist we are talking about, there are only a handful of people who can successfully perform your technique in the past few hundred years." The head of Ravenclaw answered the little wizard and at the same time extinguished the flame of the thesis in Ian's heart.

"Techniques that no one else can use will not be included in those prestigious journals. After all, they have no way to verify it, so they will naturally choose not to publish your paper with caution."

All I can say is that the academic rigor of the wizarding world is indeed sufficient, unlike some Muggle academic journals where you can publish for money. This really makes Ian feel a little helpless.

"Can I go and demonstrate it to them in person?"

Ian continued to test it out of desperation.

"Many wizards from pure-blood families have read the book we just talked about. I don't think you would want them to think that your technique can be used in the Killing Curse." Professor Flitwick spoke meaningfully, his tone full of a sense of seeing through everything.

The little wizard felt guilty again.

We can only put the paper aside for now.

"You mean to say that the transfer student from more than a hundred years ago had already comprehended the Avada Chain Lightning... No, I mean to say that he comprehended the Avada Kedavra curse under multiple castings?" Ian didn't mean to let the cat out of the bag. He was just thinking about the title of the founder so he spoke absentmindedly.

"..."

Professor Flitwick was silent.

He felt that he had found the real evidence. The illumination spell that the little wizard had shown in class before was absolutely 100% the light of the restored Unforgivable Curse. Look at the name... Avada Chain Lightning... This means that Ravenclaw College has its own Dark Lord.

After constantly correcting his thoughts and brainwashing himself with the fact that Hogwarts would not choose a dark wizard as the principal, Professor Flitwick was able to continue to look at Ian with a normal mind.

"Let's assume that you have read some legendary stories about the transfer student that I haven't. The transfer student does have this skill, at least that's how it is described in his biography." Professor Flitwick said, and walked to his bookshelf and took out a few sheets of paper from the bottom.

"It's just a biography, don't take it seriously." Ian didn't want to grab the title of inventor. He just felt that such history was too outrageous and ridiculous.

"I had the same idea as you at first, but when I was pestering Albus like you were pestering me, Albus finally let something slip during a conversation."

"So, that's why I feel that things that no one remembers may not be that simple." Professor Flitwick looked back at Ian, as if hesitating whether to discuss such secrets with a first-year wizard.

"And related to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Ian was a little surprised.

Professor Flitwick nodded. "The year Albus first entered school was the year this transfer student graduated. I think he is the one who knows best whether the transfer student exists or not."

have to say.

Professor Flitwick seems to have really researched the story in "Questionable Legends: The Mystery of the Transfer Student" in depth.

"What did Headmaster Dumbledore let slip?"

Ian's curiosity was aroused even more.

"He got a notebook from a transfer student, the Hufflepuff notebook, but I haven't been able to see the contents. Our headmaster always has a lot of secrets."

The head of the Ravenclaw school couldn't help but sigh softly in front of a student.

"Forehead……"

Ian found that he seemed to have understood the contents of the notebook, which talked about the transaction between the Big Four and the Lord of the Dead. It was understandable that Albus Dumbledore did not take it out.

After all, the content inside is really too shocking.

"Of course, I feel that Albus let it slip on purpose, and I finally found this with his guidance." Professor Flitwick raised the paper in his hand.

"May I know what is written on it?"

Ian's face was full of curiosity.

"The mystery of the transfer student's power."

Professor Flitwick returned to the desk.

"Who taught him that skill?" Ian remembered that Professor Flitwick had said before that the transfer student's skills came from a mysterious wizard.

"Yes, he called him the system teacher, and what attracted me to find out the truth was that there was some information indicating that his teacher had some relationship with Ms. Ravenclaw."

Professor Flitwick finished quietly.

Ian's eyes widened.

"Ms. Ravenclaw? Is his teacher Ms. Ravenclaw?"

Faced with this answer.

Professor Flitwick remained silent, raised his hand and placed the papers in front of Ian. These papers seemed to contain the remaining pages of a memoir.

[I still remember that was the year before I transferred to another school. ]

[I found it in the wild. It was a talking bird. It looked like it was seriously injured. I fed it some magic potions I had with me.]

[It praised the quality of my potion, saying that it didn't have much water in it, and then told me that it could teach me magic and make me a wizard as good as Merlin.]

[Of course I would not believe the nonsense of a bird. While taking it back for treatment, I looked up some information and found that this bird looked more like a wizard in the Animagus state.]

[I asked it, and it said that even if it beat me to death, it would not admit it, and again said that it could teach me skills as long as I was willing to call it System Daddy.]

[It also told me that it never owed favors to others in its life, and only let others owe it favors, so that it would feel at ease when it killed others.]

[What a philosophical statement! Thinking back on it now, it’s terrifying.]

[Perhaps it was because I had too much trouble learning magic during that period, or maybe it was because my sixth sense was strong, so I somehow believed it. After all, wizards who could learn Animagus were all very powerful wizards.]

【The facts also proved that my hunch was correct. 】

[This teacher with a weird temper is really amazing. He really taught me a lot of terrible knowledge and made my destiny go in a direction that I never dared to imagine.]

[Its injuries don't look simple, I need to help it...]

……

The notes in the memoir are very sloppy and there are fragments.

I saw.

It looked like the torn pages of a memoir. In addition to the scribbled notes, there was also a pattern clearly imprinted on the paper, with such clarity that it seemed as if it had been taken with a camera and then printed out.

It's lifelike and its head is still moving.

That is,

Raven.

(End of this chapter)