Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 146: 145: Blurred Night, Mutation
The lifelike raven pattern made Ian want to reach out and touch it.

"Is it because of this pattern that you think the transfer student from more than a hundred years ago is related to the founder of our college?" Ian turned his head and looked at Professor Flitwick, who was shorter than him.

Professor Flitwick did not give a direct response, but took out the Ravenclaw house emblem and placed it next to the lifelike raven pattern on the parchment.

The two are highly similar in all details.

"I think this is the truth. The emblem of our college probably did not come out of thin air, but has a source and origin. However, I have not yet found evidence to support this conjecture."

Professor Flitwick sighed heavily, with a hint of regret in his voice. Curiosity seemed to have been driving him to explore the truth for many years.

"If we follow your line of thought, then the school emblems of other colleges... do they also have some origins and sources?" Ian suddenly became a little curious.

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick shrugged.

"Who knows? I'm not very interested in the history of other colleges. After all, I don't teach the history of magic." Professor Flitwick's response was very direct.

"Principal Dumbledore must have seen this transfer student." Ian turned his attention back to the words in the memoir, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated.

"Perhaps Albus doesn't want to cause any panic. After all, if there really was such a transfer student in the past, God knows how much of a sensation it would cause in the wizarding world and how much doubts it would cause about our school." Although Professor Flitwick had been curious for many years, he obviously did not blame Albus Dumbledore for knowing the truth but not saying it.

"Yeah, I'm pretty panicked right now..." Ian's gaze continued to stay on the text of the memoir, specifically, on some special words and sentences.

"Don't worry, Hogwarts is very safe now." Professor Flitwick obviously misunderstood the little wizard's words. He wanted to pat the little wizard on the shoulder but found that he couldn't reach him even if he stood on tiptoe.

"You've grown so much taller?"

The headmaster of Ravenclaw sounded a little surprised. He probably still remembered Ian's situation when he first entered school. There was also a hint of envy in his voice - who wouldn't want to be tall? That way, there would be no need for stools and ladders for many things.

Professor Flitwick also had a girl he loved many years ago.

The bad thing is his height.

At least that's what Professor Flitwick thought.

"Hogwarts is indeed safer than ever before." Ian agreed very much with Professor Flitwick's words. After all, only God knows how many Albus Dumbledores there are in the school now.

Say something.

Ian has been suspicious these days, thinking that there might be an Albus Dumbledore standing in a corner. When he goes to the toilet, he can't help but want to check every cubicle.

Since he had not done much research on time, Ian had no idea what Albus Dumbledore meant by challenging the limits, which meant how many different times of himself could exist in one space and time.

Perhaps Albus Dumbledore himself didn't know. After all, it was just like the Flash never knew how many Flashes from other time periods were in the room when his mother died.

No one can be sure about things that haven't been done yet. All we can say is that the time converter is indeed mysterious... The secret of time now makes Ian subconsciously feel a little worried.

A lot of things lie ahead.

He couldn't help but think about it.

"Dean, I also want to know about the transfer students. No, it should be about the bird on our school emblem." Ian looked down at Professor Flitwick beside him.

He had heard about the raven from more than one person, and compared to the previous news, he was more concerned about the raven that the fifth-year transfer student encountered a hundred years ago.

It’s so terrifying when you think about it!

"I actually know very little. After all, we can't expect that after so many years, we can still clearly capture what may have only flashed by in history."

"The late Ms. Ravenclaw is probably the only person who knew the information about the raven on our school emblem."

Professor Flitwick trotted to the bookshelf again, climbed up the ladder to a higher bookshelf, and pulled out an ancient book that looked quite old.

"But we can't ask Ms. Ravenclaw who has been dead for many years, right?" Professor Flitwick sighed with emotion as he climbed down the ladder.

"Yeah, that's true."

Ian's expression looked slightly unnatural.

after all.

Some impossibilities were not absolute for him. He just didn't know if he could meet Ms. Ravenclaw again. The Twilight Zone was too big, and there were many things he didn't understand. He didn't even know if he could go to the crater or Ms. Ravenclaw's island again.

"As people of later generations, all we can do is to get a glimpse of the past from some ancient books." Professor Flitwick walked back to Ian and put the ancient book on the table.

This ancient and outdated magic book seemed to be slowly fished out from the abyss of time.

On the cover, the traces of time are clearly visible, with tiny cracks like the paths on an ancient map, winding and recording the marks of countless flipping and exploration. Between these cracks, a faint light occasionally flickers, as if it is the magical energy remaining between the pages, inadvertently leaking a hint of mystery.

A Glimpse into Destiny

A very short book title.

What people care most about is the author of the book - Rowena Ravenclaw.

"I was fortunate enough to obtain a secret book from the founder of our academy, but the reference to the mysterious raven in the book was only a few words in a small place."

Professor Flitwick turned to page 77 of the book. Ian looked over and saw that there were only a few words on it, just as the current head of Ravenclaw College had said.

It probably mentioned a family contract, which allowed Rowena Ravenclaw to gain the gift of seeing fate, and this contract was related to the ravens that had a close relationship with the Ravenclaw family.

This was not much different from what Ian had learned from Albus Dumbledore, except that it still lacked some information that really pointed to where the raven came from and what it was.

"In fact, I think the raven that Ms. Ravenclaw mentioned is not the same raven that the transfer student encountered. After all, it is impossible for a bird to live for a thousand years."

"Wizards don't live that long. Well, wizards like Nico Flamel who possess the Philosopher's Stone are exceptions...but this possibility is far less likely than the other one."

Professor Flitwick obviously has his own judgment and thoughts.

His words made the little wizard unable to help but ask more questions.

"What's the possibility?"

Ian's eyes flickered slightly.

Professor Flitwick did not notice the little wizard's abnormal curiosity. After all, curiosity is a quality that exists in the soul of almost every Ravenclaw student.

He pondered for a moment and answered Ian's question.

"The transfer student mentioned that the raven he encountered was the Animagus form of a wizard, so the raven the transfer student encountered is more likely to be a descendant of a Ravenclaw family."

"Perhaps many people don't know that the Animagus form of a Ravenclaw family member is most likely a raven. I think this is also related to the contract with ravens that this family mentioned."

"Just like many of our wizards with special bloodlines, the patronus they possess is related to their special bloodline. I think the form of Animagus also has a similar connection."

Speaking of it.

Professor Flitwick paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, and looked with a little concern at the little wizard in front of him who seemed a little absent-minded for some reason.

"By the way, how is your Patronus Charm now?" Professor Flitwick still remembered Ian's extremely strange Patronus Charm that puzzled him not long ago.

He had spent many days and nights looking for a solution, but he couldn't find any clue at all. No evidence showed that Ian should have been able to cast a complete Patronus Charm.

There were no mistakes in the syllables, gestures, or even the trajectory of the magic power, but I just couldn't figure out why that abnormality in the magic node occurred.

Even if we try to find out whether it is the influence of blood, it is still a dead end. There is no second one in history. God knows how much hair Professor Flitwick has pulled out for this.

"Feeling good so far?"

Ian was a little hesitant about whether to cast the Patronus Charm for his dean to test. After all, the fact that the Patronus was a dead person would definitely cause quite a stir and subversion in the wizarding world.

"You found a solution to the problem yourself?"

Professor Flitwick raised his somewhat exaggerated eyebrows.

"I got some help from elders." Ian answered Professor Flitwick's question honestly. It was indeed not just his own efforts that enabled him to create the [Guardian Ring].

"Is it Albus? Only he has the ability to help you." Professor Flitwick may not be convinced by other wizards, but like all professors, he believes in his headmaster.

"Headmaster Dumbledore was one of those people who helped."

Ian nodded.

The little wizard's words surprised Professor Flitwick.

"Is there anyone else helping you? I don't think Severus is better than me in spells." Professor Flitwick knew a lot about Ian's family background.

He suddenly felt a little unconvinced.

"..."

Ian was silent for a while, "It's the other elders."

The young wizard's language organization ability was somewhat limited. He certainly believed that Professor Flitwick was indeed a powerful wizard - as long as he was not compared with Mr. Morgan and Ms. Ravenclaw.

"It seems that you have some connections that I don't know about. Well, this is not a big deal." Professor Flitwick looked at Ian, who was hesitant to speak, with some emotion.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed. I understand why you find it difficult to say it out loud." Professor Flitwick obviously thought of Ian's extraordinary attainments in Fiendfyre.

His misunderstanding of Ian didn't stop there. "Actually, I'm just curious. Well, you don't have to tell me, but if you tell me, I definitely won't tell anyone."

"Your patronus...could it be a raven?" Professor Flitwick's eyes were unusually bright, and the curiosity of a Ravenclaw student was fully displayed in him.

And some gossipy hearts that probably belong in Gryffindor.

"What makes you think so?"

Ian was a little surprised.

"Hahahaha, it's just a guess, just a guess." Professor Flitwick laughed, his flickering eyes clearly revealing another emotion.

"..."

Observant Ian was silent again.

He got it.

Professor Flitwick obviously thought that he might have Ravenclaw blood in him, and it was not known whether this was inspired by his special attention to the raven school emblem.

Maybe there's also what the Sorting Hat thinks of him?

No matter what the situation was, Ian felt helpless. The misunderstandings people had about him were increasing day by day, and there seemed to be a trend of pushing him towards something like that.

"My patronus is not a raven, but... my Animagus form is very likely to be a raven." Ian looked at the memoirs of the transfer student from a hundred years ago with complicated eyes.

This is the reason why he is uneasy and worried.

"Has Minerva already started teaching you Animagus training?" Professor Flitwick swallowed, obviously a little shocked by Ian's learning progress.

"Ah."

Ian nodded, but he didn't lie.

"What amazing progress... You may become the first wizard to master Animagus. However, it is not advisable to pre-set an Animagus form for yourself."

"Although I am not as good as Minerva in Transfiguration, I am still quite clear about this point. After all, I have also tried to learn this magical Transfiguration."

Professor Flitwick gave Ian some serious instructions.

The little wizard nodded.

"Actually, I prefer my Animagus form to be something else, really." He sighed heavily and whispered from the bottom of his heart.

Professor Flitwick probably didn't hear clearly.

He checked the time on the wall.

"It's getting late. I've talked about too many things with you today. I mentioned the transfer student because I wanted to tell you not to try to use your innovation to publish papers again."

"That will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. Really, Dean, I beg you not to tinker with these dangerous research. If you are willing, I can point out some research directions for you." Professor Flitwick was really afraid that Ian would come to him with some dangerous and scary magical innovation in a few days.

His worry was not without reason. After all, Ian's Shadowless Storm and other improved magic had not been used, otherwise Professor Flitwick would definitely be more panicked than he is now.

"Okay, Dean." Ian felt a little regretful, but it was good to get guidance from Professor Flitwick. After all, he would be able to have his own spell thesis.

"Just choose the illumination spell that you are best at. It actually has expandable application scope in many fields." Professor Flitwick picked up a blank piece of parchment and began to write quickly.

After a while.

He handed Ian a draft with some possible research directions.

"Take it easy and don't scare me again. My little heart can't stand too much stimulation..." Professor Flitwick patted his chest as if he was still frightened.

“The research direction of the light of the mind is good.”

He even took the initiative to recommend a topic for Ian that he thought was safe.

I don't know.

Sometimes fate is so wonderful.

"Okay, I like this direction too."

The young wizard looked at the ideas on the parchment with great interest.

He also didn't realize it at this moment.

This is when the three unforgivable curses will be kicked out of the T0 position.

……

Coming out of Professor Flitwick's office.

Ian looked back at Professor Flitwick's office with a complicated expression.

to be frank.

Even now his mind was still a little hazy - all because of the transfer student's memoirs, in which there was an incongruous title like "System Dad" that shouldn't have appeared.

Not to mention it was more than a hundred years ago, it would be very inappropriate even now. This can be seen from the fact that Professor Flitwick was not aware of the meaning behind this title.

What wizard in Animagus form, what foul-mouthed style, Ian really hoped that it was just a time traveler whom he had never met.

"I'm not afraid of the time traveler. I'm just worried that it's not the past! But the future!" Ian couldn't help but think about the information mentioned in the transfer student's memoirs.

The raven that the transfer student encountered was in a state of serious injury, and at the end of the torn pages of the memoir, it was mentioned that the injury might not be simple, which was terrifying if you think about it carefully. As the only wizard who might know what the system father meant, how could Ian not feel a chill down his spine and feel uneasy?
"Principal Dumbledore may know more information..." Ian felt that the food was not delicious while he was eating dinner, so he was in a bad mood throughout the dinner.

"what happened to you?"

Aurora noticed something unusual about the little wizard.

"You're a prophet, right?"

Ian looked at his good friend's heterochromatic eyes.

Seeing Aurora nodded with a puzzled expression, he continued to extend his hand expectantly, motioning Aurora to quickly grab his hand tightly.

"Help me see how many enemies I have?"

Ian felt that perhaps he should avoid the risk in advance.

only.

Just as he was still recalling and counting in his mind.

"Didn't I tell you the other day that I could no longer see a future with you?" Aurora held Ian's hand and tried to mobilize the magic power in her body for a moment.

In the end, she chose to give up with a helpless tone.

"It seems that I have to try to be kind to others and not do anything bad that would disgust others..." Ian sighed and picked at the beef on his plate.

Listened to what he said.

The little German girl was immediately surprised.

"So you know you've been bad before?"

It was as if she had gotten to know Ian all over again.

"..."

Ian was speechless and threw away his cutlery. Seeing Aurora took out another lollipop, he angrily snatched the lollipop from her hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I have to go find Dumbledore to find out what's going on."

Ian felt the effect of dopamine, and his mood improved a little. He hurriedly left the auditorium under Aurora's thoughtful gaze.

It is a pity.

Not only did Ian not see Dumbledore on the Marauder's Map, he also did not find him in the headmaster's office. He even looked for many corners and places where he could hide.

Still nothing.

Ian, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach, went to the bathroom and subconsciously said something to the toilet.

"Principal Dumbledore, are you here?"

He lifted the toilet lid.

Of course Dumbledore couldn't be in there.

However, the frightened Myrtle was hit by Ian.

Eyes facing each other.

After a while.

"I've already hidden in another toilet! You still don't want to let me go! Ahhhh! Help!!" Myrtle's heart-wrenching scream immediately made the little wizard flee in panic.

"This is the men's restroom!"

Ian ran outside to confirm that he had entered the right toilet. He felt that he might have been cursed by Voldemort today, and he felt inexplicably depressed no matter what he did.

"Are you cursed? Take a bite of me." Ian returned to the Room of Requirement and grabbed his Black Phoenix from the Dementor's head.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

The Dark Phoenix struggled to escape.

"Hey, you know what, you look like both a phoenix and a raven. Could it be that you are also... No, I should say, could it be that you are the hybrid?"

Ian pulled the black phoenix's hair, wanting to pull out a strand for research, but he discovered that after the black phoenix's hair fell off, a burst of black and purple flames would suddenly rise from the feathers.

Not only would the fire not burn him, it wouldn't even light a log.

"This thing must have some special function."

Ian thought for a moment and brought the burning feather close to the Dementor. Sure enough, the Dementor screamed in fear and ran for its life into its cage.

"Special attack against souls? No... it should be more than that." Ian didn't want to destroy his only Dementor, but he knew he could capture a few creatures with souls in the Forbidden Forest.

Just do it.

Ever since.

Ian immediately entered the Forbidden Forest through the secret passage.

"Centaurs have no sense of pain! Especially the centaurs who have done all kinds of bad things!" The young wizard improved on the eight-point light wheel's bare-handed swing and searched around in the forbidden forest like a crab.

only.

His luck today was probably not very good. For more than two hours, he still couldn't find the evil centaur who kept greeting his family and making all kinds of threats and curses.

"I'll come back tomorrow during the day!"

If tonight wasn't the time to enter the hazy fantasy, Ian would definitely stay up all night like those who failed in the ranking. He was a little discouraged and was just about to pack up and go back to school.

"Drip~"

The clock on my wrist made a slight sound.

That was a reminder at midnight.

Before Ian raised his hand to check the time, he found that everything around him suddenly became extremely quiet, as if time was gently held down by an invisible film.

Everything is still in this moment of eternity.

"The moon... has turned red..."

Ian raised his head in some doubt, the image of the bloody moon just reflected in his eyes, and the next moment, he found that everything around him seemed to be moving away from him.

Ambiguous.

The world is spinning.

Such a familiar feeling appears again.

It was the first time that Ian stepped into that area while awake—endless black sand came into his sight, like an endless abyss swallowing up all the colors and vitality.

Look up to the sky.

There were also no traces of stars or daylight, only a deep black curtain, as if even the deepest darkness of the universe was condensed there.

A depressing and dull atmosphere hit me in the face.

The blood moon seen before was still hanging there. Its scarlet and strange light, like the fire of hell, brought an ominous color to this dead desert.

Extremely evil.

(End of this chapter)