Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 149: 148: Killing people like flies, slaughtering Europe
The Christmas holiday is not very long.

It was already the last day before school started. Many little wizards had already returned to school, and the trains to Hogwarts were more punctual than most British trains.

After the Christmas holidays, many poor students’ eyes have light again and they happily share interesting stories from the holidays with their friends. The school, which was originally a little deserted, has become lively again.

of course.

There are also little wizards who are still reminiscing about the holidays and feel that time has passed too quickly. For example, the Gryffindor twins regret that they did not have enough time to play pranks on their younger brothers.

Perhaps for many young wizards in Hogwarts, the vacation was fleeting, but for them, two weeks seemed an absurdly long time, nearly two months, for Ian.

He had indeed been trapped in the time loop for a long time, so when he saw his two good roommates, Ian found that they were both slightly shorter than him.

"How come you've grown so tall all of a sudden?" Michael walked into the dormitory carrying a lot of bags, and was very surprised to see Ian standing up to greet him.

William also stood beside Ian in surprise, and compared his height with Ian's with an extremely exaggerated gesture. He has always been very good at providing emotional value.

In fact, Ian was only slightly taller than him by a hair. Of course, to them, it seemed that Ian had grown several centimeters in height in two weeks.

"No, I've always been this tall." Ian suppressed the urge to stand on tiptoe, and pretended to be confused with an indifferent expression.

"No! That's definitely not the case!" Michael took out a photo of three people that he had kept before. When they first entered school, Ian, who was standing between the two of them, was clearly a little shorter.

Seeing the evidence being laid out, Ian could only change his story immediately, "That must be because I spent all my vacation studying, and the heavy knowledge has increased my height."

Even the reckless men in Gryffindor might not believe such sophistry, let alone young wizards from Ravenclaw College like William and Michael.

"You must have secretly brewed a potion to grow taller. The Spanish wild boars my mother raised didn't grow as fast as you. She also fed the wild boars a lot of growth feed that Muggles often use."

Michael stated his guess with confidence.

His metaphors are as abstract as ever.

"..."

Ian was immediately speechless.

William did not raise any questions. The green-haired boy just came closer to Ian and looked at him with pitiful eyes.

"Can you give me some height-growth potion, too?"

His eyes were full of desire for height.

"I do not have it."

Ian spread his hands in frustration.

"Don't eat alone, give me some of the height-growth potion too, please." William didn't know if he was stimulated by Ian's height growth.

He clearly didn't care about his height at all before the holiday.

"Give."

Ian was so harassed that he thought for a moment and took out a bottle of leftover potion. William was also very brave and took it and poured it directly into his mouth.

“It tastes a bit strange.”

The voice just fell.

William began to grow rapidly in front of Ian and Michael, and his loose robe was visibly stretched out. He hurriedly took off his clothes to avoid damaging them.

The changes in height and appearance were very obvious. William seemed to have been cast into a magic of time acceleration, and his body quickly grew taller. His originally short body was now close to the height of an adult. His muscle lines began to show, and although he still had a bit of boyish immaturity, he had already begun to have a sense of strength.

The facial lines are also much more three-dimensional.

"Oh my God! What kind of magic potion is this! The effect is so obvious!" Michael looked up at William, who was about 1.75 meters tall, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Aging agent."

Ian looked down at the medicine bottle that William had thrown to the ground.

"So it's an aging agent... I thought it was some kind of magic potion that could produce permanent effects." Michael looked a little regretful. He obviously knew the effects and limitations of the aging agent.

"Fuck!"

Michael didn't seem to care what he drank. He ran to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and then walked out of the bathroom with a decadent look on his face.

"It's too short?"

Ian blinked.

"?????"

William was completely confused.

“That’s too thin.”

Ian made a new guess, and Michael, who realized what Ian was talking about, immediately burst into laughter, while William's expression became even more depressed.

"It's because I'm too short."

William sighed heavily, which made Ian quite confused. Michael, who had thought of something at this time, immediately explained William's strange behavior to Ian.

"He told me on the train that a beautiful girl had just moved in next door to his house. She was 1.78 meters tall and had a pair of long legs."

After Michael's explanation, Ian understood why William suddenly cared about his height. It turned out that he was thinking about love and had adolescent fantasies about the girl next door.

"fine."

Ian knew it was time to use his comforting skills.

He has always been good at this.

"When you grow up, the older sister next door will surely have her own children, and you are not as tall as her, so it will not be your turn to marry her anyway."

What a sincere and reasonable analysis.

Ian felt that was enough to comfort his good roommate.

however.

"?????"

William's expression froze for a moment, his face flushed with some unconvincedness. He now looked like an eighteen-year-old, and his voice became much deeper.

"In three years at most, no, two years, I will definitely be able to start dating." Although this guy didn't say it explicitly, his words still showed some admiration for the girl next door.

"This is easier to handle."

Ian walked directly to the window and pulled a stool over.

"Since you are not tall enough anyway, I can build you a chair that can automatically adjust its height. If you ever get married, you can still be happy after marriage."

Ian’s words immediately made William blush.

"What does it mean?"

William didn't fully understand, but when he saw Michael lying on the bed laughing so hard that he felt like he was going to have cramps, he realized that there must be some other meaning in Ian's words.

"Forehead……"

Ian was still considering how to explain.

Michael stood up and explained for him using both words and hands and feet.

"Ian is saying you can't reach it anyway!"

Don't even say it.

Brother Xiaohei's movements are quite standard.

I don't know if he secretly used unhealthy journals to learn knowledge that he shouldn't have learned at home. Anyway, William's face turned red as a monkey's butt when he realized it.

"It's not as dirty as you said! I just met love! Do you understand what love is?" William explained hurriedly, looking a little flustered.

Although he is about 1.75 meters tall and has an appearance that he would only have as an adult, he still looks very different from a normal 18-year-old young man.

Only then did Ian realize why his and Aurora's disguises were seen through by the proprietress of Hogsmeade Village. Some things really have differences that can be seen at a glance.

"No! I was a college student in my previous life! I'm an adult too." Ian felt that he shouldn't have many flaws. After all, he was a real adult.

You can't say that you can tell at a glance without any social experience, right?
……

The dormitory regained its lively atmosphere.

Ian had been alone for so long that he really missed this feeling. Of course, if Michael hadn't brought out the local specialties he brought back from home, tonight would definitely be a warm reunion of good friends.

"Is this stuff really edible?" Ian looked at the [Pickled Puffin] that Michael took out. He really doubted that Michael's family was not purebred black people.

"Of course! My mother makes these foods to feed us!" Michael didn't eat them, he just opened the sealed lid, and the whole dormitory fell into ruin in an instant.

"Has it gone bad?"

William, who turned back into a little wizard after the effect of the aging potion wore off, also pinched his nose.

“No, that’s the taste.”

Michael also showed Ian and William how to eat it.

"Ugh~"

William was the first to retch. It wasn't because he lacked endurance, but because he didn't have Ian's advanced learning progress, so he couldn't put the Bubble Head Curse on himself.

"I respect every way of making money, but will anyone really buy this? Do wizards eat this?" Ian stared at Michael's mouth as he gnawed on the puffin.

He really admired Michael's chewy taste buds.

"There are wizards who like it, but it's mainly sold to Muggles. Nowadays, the gentlemen in London like to try this new thing from overseas."

"Remember I said my father died, so the Ministry of Magic supports families like mine, so we can use Muggle currency to exchange for a certain amount of gold Galleons every year." Michael took out another sealed can, and Ian hurried over to stop the other party from opening it.

He seriously suspected that it contained either herring or something stranger than herring.

"Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, have you heard about the Ministry of Magic coming to the school before?" Ian tried to change the subject and silently stuffed the pile of things Michael brought back under the bed for Michael.

He deliberately pushed hard inside, so that all the things were stuffed deep under the bed, so that Michael would have to crawl under the bed when he wanted to take them out.

Ian left himself plenty of time to escape.

"Of course I heard about it. My father told me... Minister Fudge brought back a very scary corpse, and found several extremely evil black magic residues on it."

William's family worked in the Ministry of Magic, so it was not surprising to know this. However, after he finished speaking, he lowered his voice and whispered to his two roommates.

"It is said that Minister Fudge got secret information at first and believed that Headmaster Dumbledore was trying to use a dark magic ritual to resurrect someone. Then he came to Hogwarts to find something to hold against Headmaster Dumbledore."

"However, he obviously did not succeed. According to my father, Minister Fudge not only did not get what he wanted, but he has even become a little suspicious now."

"He tells others every day that if he dies, it must be Dumbledore's doing... I don't know how much prejudice he has against our kind headmaster."

It was obvious that William's tone was filled with resentment. After all, for the students of Hogwarts, how could the headmaster, who only occasionally frowned and was always smiling, have any bad intentions?
No matter how you look at it, the Minister of Magic is just exaggerating, and even judging others by his own standards - Michael and Ian both agree with William's point of view.

"This is a frame-up, so he came up with another one. Even if the Minister of Magic is really dead, I think someone must have used his remarks to put the blame on Headmaster Dumbledore." Ian angrily accused Minister of Magic Fudge of his behavior. He didn't care what Cornelius Fudge encountered after he left the basement.

"That's right!"

William agreed with Ian.

Everyone knew that although his family had worked for the saints and he was trying to get closer to the ranks of the new generation of saints, he was still a loyal fan of Albus Dumbledore.

This can be seen from the several pairs of underwear with Albus Dumbledore's pattern printed on them.

"Someone died in the school, but Rebecca didn't write to tell me about it. Was it those guys who always mocked me for going to Slytherin to find Rebecca?"

Michael's perspective on the deceased was also somewhat unique. It was understandable that he didn't hear any news, after all, the professors at the school almost blocked the news of Quirrell's death.

When Snape rushed into the hall, although there were many young wizards who were staying in school, no one else dared to eavesdrop on the conversation between Snape and several professors like Ian did.

Even though people from the Ministry of Magic came to the school in large numbers, Cornelius Fudge had suffered a setback and it was impossible for him to publicize his setback.

Perhaps there were a small number of people who were well-informed, such as those pure-blood families, who had even heard about the battle between Ian and Voldemort, but they naturally would not publicize such things in school.

Even those loudmouthed students from pure-blood families would be warned and reminded by their families. After all, since it involved Voldemort, most people knew very well how much panic it could cause.

"No."

William answered Michael's question, but he did not continue speaking. Instead, he turned to look at Ian, which made Ian, who was thinking about something in his mind, raise his head slightly.

"I've only heard a little bit about it, a little bit about it." Ian looked at Michael beside him hesitantly. He was struggling over whether he should tell Michael that he had seen a black girl and a white boy strolling around at night during the holidays, so Rebecca certainly didn't have time to write to Michael.

A first-grade little wizard.

It can only be said that children in the wizarding world may also mature precociously. They may not know more intimacy, but falling in love still happens to a small number of "young" people.

"who is it?"

The blank look on Michael's face was a sign of being kept in the dark in every sense of the word.

He is a real idiot.

"It's Professor Quirrell. You may not know him because we're not old enough to take Muggle Studies classes." Ian was finally able to clear up some of his roommate's less sensitive confusion.

"You really know who died!"

William shouted in surprise.

"I also know this Professor Quirrell. We even threw snowballs at him. Have you forgotten?" Michael has a good memory. This happened on Christmas Eve.

"Yes, yes, it's that unlucky professor. He's really too unlucky." William looked in the direction of the dormitory door, then lowered his voice and whispered, "My father said that before Professor Quirrell died, he was not only used as a sacrifice, but someone in the school also used Professor Quirrell to make a Horcrux."

"I'm afraid there's no one in the world who died more miserably than this professor..." William's voice was filled with emotion. His words made Ian look at him in surprise.

"What is a Horcrux?"

Michael's bewildered expression was exactly what a normal young wizard should look like. You know, many adult wizards may have never heard of the dangerous knowledge of Horcruxes.

"It should be a container for souls? I also heard this from my father. He didn't explain it to me in detail and even scolded me not to ask too many questions."

William's response felt somewhat uncertain.

He looked at Ian.

"Perhaps Ian can tell us what a Horcrux is?"

The two little wizards looked at Ian with eyes full of curiosity.

"It's right that your father didn't tell you!" Ian finally felt that there was indeed fatherly love in William's family. Which normal parents would tell their children these terrible things?

"Your father didn't tell you, so as your godfather, I certainly can't tell you. Horcruxes are scary anyway." Ian sometimes still knows what propriety is.

"You don't know, do you?"

Michael used exaggerated questioning to provoke the opponent.

"Haha." Ian certainly wouldn't be fooled. He just snorted and looked at William. "Is your father also the Ministry of Magic official responsible for handling Professor Quirrell's body?"

Say something.

William did know a little too much.

"no."

William shook his head.

"Ok?"

Ian had never expected to get such a response. "Even the newspapers haven't published this news in the past few days. The Ministry of Magic should be keeping the cause of Professor Quirrell's death very secret, right?"

Well, Ian wasn't really sure if it had anything to do with the Ministry of Magic's confidentiality. After all, the re-published Daily Prophet had quite a few subtle differences from before.

The version has not been revised.

It's just the focus of some reports and the text layout of those authoritative reporters' columns. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the changes. God knows what actions Grindelwald's saints have taken.

"Don't forget what my family does." William's expression suddenly became proud when facing Ian's question, but his voice was much lower than before.

"Our family is the first to know about most things that happen in the Ministry of Magic. My grandfather has a lot of collections, which my father has placed in various corners of the Ministry of Magic."

What a terrifying sentence to think about.

Michael's eyes had widened.

Ian was also full of imagination.

"Didn't the wizards in the Ministry of Magic notice anything?" Ian didn't believe that the people in the Ministry of Magic were really useless and would not impose various security measures on the Ministry's offices.

"After so many years, the same methods are still used... There are ways to circumvent them. The great Lord Grindelwald once personally wrote a manual to solve related problems."

Good guy.

William's words made Ian somewhat amazed. It turned out that Grindelwald had not just recently become fascinated with writing books, and his choice of Gilderoy Lockhart's identity was probably related to his personal hobby.

It's just that the things that this old Deng Ai wrote were really not serious since he was young. Ian felt a little tired when he thought of the book "Human Weakness: The Secret of Prince" that Aurora showed him.

"Your family is truly... everyone is talented."

Ian gave William a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. The reserve forces were all such loyal and outstanding spy talents. It can be imagined that there were indeed many capable wizards in Grindelwald's team back then.

"I will definitely be better than my father and my grandfather. I once dreamed that you took me to cause trouble. In my dream, I became your right-hand man." William puffed out his chest proudly.

He seemed to be just talking about his expectations in his dreams.

however.

Perhaps only Ian understood that William was indeed good at helping.

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond to William's words, because William's dream was what happened to him in the loop, and it was obvious that this roommate was also one of the people affected by the mysterious force.

"Why am I not in your dream? Where am I?" Michael looked aggrieved. Like some other people, he did not receive any information related to the time loop.

Ian had already done some detailed investigations and learned that not all young wizards could dream about fragments of the time loop, and he didn't know whether it was related to the blood relationship between wizards.

"Of course you are there, but you went to catch Rebecca and her boyfriend, and you are not in the mood to follow us to accomplish great things!" William inadvertently revealed some truths.

He thought it was a dream.

Michael thinks so too.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I will be Rebecca's future boyfriend! She smiles at me all the time! On average, she smiles at me seven times more than she smiles at other people!" Michael denied William's dream in a firm voice and even provided accurate statistical data to illustrate his point.

Ian patted his shoulder.

Nothing was said.

Headed towards the bathroom.

While peeing in the bathroom, he heard William and Michael talking outside. It was obvious that William might be much smarter than Ian in some aspects.

"Friendship is open and generous, while love is cautious. My friend, you will understand this." William spoke earnestly and deliberately pinched his throat.

He was imitating the tone of his voice when he was older and using aging drugs.

Children are children after all.

……

Time is like running water.

The more you care about it, the faster it slips away.

The time after school started became more fulfilling for the little wizards who loved to study, but the increasingly tight curriculum still made many of them feel a little uncomfortable.

Especially the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

There are really only a handful of students who can stand steadily until the end of the get out of class without shaking legs and are mentally normal. Grindelwald always finds many ways to play tricks on the little wizards in various ways.

Not much harm.

But the mental impact was huge.

Ian believes it.

If Grindelwald could complete the seven-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course, the Hogwarts students who graduate in the future will definitely become graduates who can remain calm in the face of all kinds of major events.

"To some extent, Grindelwald's teaching method can indeed cultivate more outstanding talents." Ian can understand Grindelwald's teaching.

He just wondered why Albus Dumbledore spoiled Grindelwald so much.

Not only the students' parents, but even several professors had complained to him about Grindelwald's extreme teaching, but Albus Dumbledore only tried to calm these people down.

He did not make any corrections to Grindelwald's teaching methods. Ian once felt a hint of Albus Dumbledore's emotions during a dinner party.

It's hard to describe.

It was a rather complicated feeling. There was worry, fatigue, self-blame, but most of all, a sense of determination... It was hard to guess why the old principal had such an outpouring of emotion.

There seemed to be some secrets between Aurora and Albus Dumbledore. She would often go to Albus Dumbledore at night, presumably to learn magic from him.

This was not Aurora's own wish, but Albus Dumbledore's constant urging since Christmas. The headmaster, on the other hand, did not care much about Ian's learning progress.

"Dumbledore must think that I don't need anyone to urge me to study." Ian approached Aurora after another get out of class, trying to find out what she had learned indirectly.

however.

However, good friend Aurora avoided talking about it.

She simply raised her arm, showing the connection between her and Albus Dumbledore, and the faint mark had a magical aura that was extremely familiar to Ian.

"Unbreakable Vow?"

Ian blinked in surprise.

He was very surprised, "Our principal is so vicious! Wait, I'll call another good friend of mine to come over and reprimand him! How could he set up such a thing with an underage girl!"

Aurora shook her head slightly.

“This is my own choice.”

She covered her arms.

"What did you choose?"

Ian's curiosity is very strong.

Aurora was quite helpless when she saw the face approaching her. "Of course I can't say it. Headmaster Dumbledore has made a special rule on this point."

Didn't get the answer I wanted.

Ian curled his lips.

"It's okay, I'll study it further, I'm sure there's a way to remove this spell without getting hurt, I'm very good at the soul realm." Ian's voice was full of confidence. He had indeed been studying this form of wizard contract, mainly so that he could swear in front of others in the future.

"It's not really that interesting. No matter what agreement Headmaster Dumbledore and I have, I think his ultimate goal should be the one I told you before."

Aurora also knew that if she didn't satisfy the little wizard's curiosity, the accomplice in front of her would definitely think about it every day, so she pondered for a moment and picked out some things to say.

after all.

When others say they want to break a spell, it may just be talk, but if Ian said this, Aurora would be really worried that Ian would do something outrageous again.

"What purpose?"

Ian tried hard to recall. His life pace had been quite tight recently and he slept very little, so he didn't have much impression of some unimportant things.

"Of course, I want you to be king."

Aurora and Ian walked side by side in the corridor. Many young wizards wanted to say hello to Ian, but because she was beside them, they didn't dare to approach.

Grindelwald's name is too famous.

most of the time.

Only the little wizards in Slytherin dared to approach Aurora. Even though Ian was already notorious in school, everyone knew that Ian didn't like to kill his classmates.

Grindelwald is different. Since Aurora came to the school, many students have learned about this family. Many books have written that Gellert Grindelwald loves to kill his classmates.

They were all worried that Aurora had this hobby in her bones.

"It's not surprising that your grandfather had such expectations...the Wizard King or something like that. We live in a democratic society now." Ian didn't quite believe Aurora's judgment.

only.

Obviously Aurora sees it very differently.

"Although I don't know what happened, from my personal feeling, in fact, Albus Dumbledore may now want you to ascend the throne of wizards more than my grandfather does." Aurora looked at the little wizard beside her and spoke softly in a low voice.

"Yes, that's right. Haven't you seen that my grandfather has a constant smile on his face recently? He knows that Dumbledore is completely on the same side with him."

The German girl's tone was full of emotion and confusion. "Speaking of this, I actually want to know how you changed our greatest white wizard of this century to the point that he was willing to risk his lifelong reputation to build momentum for you and promote the feudal restoration of the wizarding world."

Facing Aurora's question.

Ian pondered for a moment.

"What did Headmaster Dumbledore tell you? This should also be something you can tell me?" He didn't know how to talk about his indissoluble bond with the Dumbledore family.

"Ah."

Aurora looked forward again.

"Dumbledore told me that he wanted to try something taboo, but even with his status and power, he couldn't suppress the secular fear and prejudice against such taboos."

The German girl's words made Ian's eyes narrow slightly.

He thought of Albus Dumbledore's recent strange experiment with the Time-Turner, and the mystery of Dumbledore that could pop up from anywhere at any time.

"Sigh~"

The little wizard gasped as if he had connected some information. He thought he was brave enough, but he didn't expect that the seemingly conservative old principal was even braver than him!

"It seems that you have figured out why Dumbledore has changed so much." Aurora's bright, heterochromatic eyes took in all the changes in Ian's expression.

"perhaps?"

Ian wasn't really sure if he was being too sensitive.

after all.

That kind of thing... do you dare to think about it? Do you dare to attempt it?
"Now it's your turn to tell me why." The German girl was obviously curious enough, but her cold face did not show it as obviously as Ian's.

"It's for someone he cares about very much, to be able to live in the sunshine without being affected by the outside world. Of course, the premise is that his attempt can be successful." Ian stood in the hall and looked up in the direction of the principal's office, his tone carrying some indescribable complexity and suspicion.

"Ah."

Aurora nodded thoughtfully.

She did not pursue the question further.

Instead, he took the initiative to change the subject.

"You will probably still skip the flying class later, right?" Aurora used an affirmative sentence. After all, the young wizards all knew that even if the professor deducted points, it would not affect Ian's skipping of the flying class.

"Even if Huo Qi deducts 100 points from me, our school will definitely win this semester, so I'd better go and do my own thing. I recently found a very powerful treasure."

"Once I've researched and found out that it's not a threat, I'll take you to see my new baby." Ian looked at the hourglass at the School of Statistics, waved to Aurora, and ran towards the stairs.

The great treasure he was talking about was naturally the Black Robe Skeleton. He had been studying the contract between him and the Black Robe Skeleton these days, so he had almost forgotten to eat and sleep.

He skips all classes unless they are important.

It is just to find out whether the black robe skeleton will pose a threat to himself.

It's no wonder that Ian would react to the contract with the black-robed skeleton. After all, Salazar Slytherin really made him realize the evil of human nature. God knows if there is any problem in the contract with the black-robed skeleton.

"If the contract is really related to my phoenix, it shouldn't be very harmful to me, right?"

Ian and the Dark Phoenix have a telepathic connection, and he believes that the Dark Phoenix will not really lead him into a deep ditch. There have been no rumors of traitorous phoenixes in history.

You know, the phoenix has always been the most loyal representative. Even if its hair turns black, this attribute will not change because of its weird appearance?
To be honest, when Ian saw the Black Phoenix flying in front of him and starting to laugh strangely, he was actually a little unsure.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

This phoenix with a strange cry might be an exception. After all, it is absolutely different from most phoenixes, especially its ability to directly take away other people's souls.

After bringing the Black Skeleton and the Black Phoenix back to Hogwarts, Ian first made three rules with the Black Skeleton, limiting the Black Skeleton's activities to the Room of Requirement.

Then he went to the library for a careful search. In the first few days, Ian read almost all the books related to the Phoenix in the Hogwarts Library.

however.

He still hadn't found any connection between the Phoenix and "soul attack" in any unofficial history book, let alone its property of devouring souls to return magic power to its owner.

"Maybe it's not a naturally occurring ability?" Ian was quite concerned about the fact that the black-robed skeleton had mentioned several times that the Black Phoenix was a success of biological alchemy and that it had no soul and was just a shell.

However, he studied the Black Phoenix over and over again, but was unable to find the abnormality that the Black Robe Skeleton mentioned, which proved that the Black Phoenix was indeed completely immune to magic targeting the soul.

It is hard to say whether this is because there is no soul.

"Bioalchemy... I can't be wrong." The black-robed skeleton bullies the Dementors every day. Faced with Ian's questioning, it temporarily put down the toy in its hand.

The Dementor was so worn out that he had no desire to live. It was bad enough that an evil little wizard used it as a laborer, but now there was a terrifying undead creature that liked to stick its head into its mouth.

This world!
Will the Dementors be allowed to live?
"I don't see any traces of biological alchemy. Maybe it's because my alchemy skills are not advanced enough?" Ian's uncertainty only made the black-robed skeleton raise his hand.

It is pointing to its own brain again.

Silence speaks louder than words, and he confidently expressed that he could not answer Ian's question. The young wizard sighed and thought that he should ask Professor Nick Flamel about this question.

of course.

There are also questions about the black-robed skeletons and the contract.

Nick Flamel, the greatest alchemist of this century, Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of this century, and Gellert Grindelwald, the most terrifying dark wizard, can all be people who can be sought for help.

If Ian hadn't been afraid that Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald would capture the black-robed skeleton directly, leaving him without a laborer more useful than the Dementors, he would have gone to the two old men for help before the end of the holiday.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll go out and bring back some oranges." Ian instructed the black-robed skeleton again, then rushed out of the Room of Requirement.

Nick Flamel's office was easy to find because he allowed Ian to visit, which was completely different from the office of the previous alchemy professor Arthur King, which he always had difficulty finding.

Standing in front of a door whose location was uncertain, could change at any time, and was invisible to ordinary people, Ian organized his words before raising his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in, little one."

Nick LeMay's old voice sounded from inside the door. He obviously knew who the visitor was, so the door without a handle slowly opened to both sides.

Inside is an oval-shaped room with a very large space. There is a suspended light source as bright as the sun, providing constant lighting for the entire room 24 hours a day.

not only that.

Ian also saw clouds on the ceiling and birds that looked real. It seemed that this place had been transformed into an environment like nature.

Only the surrounding walls, the various tools on the ground, and the table indicate that this is really an indoor place. Otherwise, it would be easy for people to have an illusion.

"Have you encountered any difficulties in alchemy?" Nick Flamel didn't look up. He was working at a table, tinkering with a machine that looked extremely sophisticated.

It was somewhat similar to a time converter, but also very different. The sparse sand inside made Ian feel familiar, but his eyes were soon attracted by another alchemical creation on the long table.

That is a globe.

It looked only slightly larger than a basketball, but it had all the necessary things on it. When Ian got closer, he found many small dots moving on the "planet". Nick Lemay pushed a magnifying glass towards Ian, smiled, and continued to tinker with the strange instrument in his hand.

Ian grabbed the magnifying glass and took a closer look, and a look of shock appeared on his face. He saw that those densely packed dots were actually animals living on "Earth".

The same is true even in the sea.

Birds, reptiles, large mammals, all the animals that exist on the real Earth can be found on this "Earth", and there are even some magical animals that are small but lifelike.

"This is simply an incredible work!" Ian has a deep understanding of alchemy, and because of this, he can more clearly recognize how extraordinary such a work is.

"After all, it's not real life, it just looks like life." Nick Flamel was not being modest, and there was a hint of regret in his tone. Obviously, he was regretting that he had not been able to achieve what all alchemists longed to touch - the authority of the Creator.

"You have already made an almost perfect imitation of the Creator." Ian even saw primitive people on "Earth" who lived in tribal groups.

Hunting, cooking, breeding, everything you need.

“Imitation is just imitation after all.”

Nick Flamel stopped the repair work in his hands and looked up at the little wizard not far away. "This is your first time to see me. I guess you must have encountered some difficulties?"

He asked Ian again about the help he wanted.

"Uh-huh."

Ian felt that it was not a good idea to start by talking about undead skeletons, the Dark Phoenix and biological alchemy, so he planned to start with something less evil.

"Bang~Bang~"

The young wizard poured out the pile of magic stones he had obtained in the hazy fantasy. Before, when he encountered the black-robed skeleton in the forbidden forest, the Bowtruckle, which he subconsciously put into his purse, was also poured out while he was snoring.

After the little guy woke up, he decided to be on guard.

however.

Nick Lemel, who had originally moved slowly, became more agile than the young man. After jumping up from the stool, he rushed forward and pushed the poor Bowtruckle away.

"Merlin, by God! So many Philosopher's Stones!"

Nick Flamel's tone was horrifying.

"How many people will this kill? The whole of Europe?!"

Before Ian could reply.

The master alchemist looked up at the little wizard in front of him.

His eyes were frightened.

(End of this chapter)