Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 152: 151: An Unspoken Request
Leaving Nick Flamel's office.

It's getting late.

Ian walked through an empty and long corridor, his feet on the marble floor that had been polished by years and was as smooth as a mirror. On both sides of the corridor, on the towering candlesticks, the flames ignited by magic kept jumping, emitting a warm and dim light, which intertwined with the cold moonlight outside the window to form a picture of light and shadow.

As the temperature kept getting colder, the little wizards returned to reality after their vacation and finished a day of hard study. Almost all of them huddled together in front of the fireplace in the lounge to keep warm.

Even the number of little wizards who go out at night has decreased a lot. Although there are various heating products on the campus market now, those gadgets can't really keep the whole body warm after all.

"Those sands are actually the Sand of Time." Ian rubbed his hands together and exhaled a large cloud of white mist. His unclear image was reflected on the window beside the corridor. A thin layer of frost quietly condensed on the window frame, like delicate ice flowers, obscuring the view outside the window.

The moonlight becomes softer and more mysterious through this layer of frost. The presence of frost not only adds to the tranquility and coldness of the night, but also makes the corridor look even more mysterious.

"What Professor Nick Flamel said might be right. A civilization that can tailor and utilize time will definitely not leave no trace in the long river of history." Ian stood in front of the window where the temperature was many degrees lower than that in the room, still digesting the news he got from Nick Flamel.

Even though Nick Flamel told him about the Black Robe Skeleton and his contract, which would not do him any harm, he still urgently hoped to find clues about the Black Robe Skeleton and the civilization that sank into the hazy fantasy world - it could be said that he was curious, but also out of consideration for his own interests.

If he couldn't figure out why that civilization disappeared, it would be a big threat to Ian. After all, the black-robed skeleton was now following him.

God knows whether the existence that caused the demise of this civilization will notice that the black-robed skeleton has reappeared in the world. A catastrophe that can sink an entire civilization into the kingdom of the dead is definitely not just a natural disaster.

Ian couldn't tell Nick Flamel all the information, and because of this, Nick Flamel obviously wouldn't know why the civilization related to the black robe skeleton was destroyed.

"Playing with time, so suffering the revenge of time?" Perhaps this is what Nick Flamel thought, but Ian was different. After all, he witnessed the decline of the entire civilization in the hazy fantasy.

It was not just a physical destruction, but the entire civilization was "struck" into a hazy illusion. The "punishment" here meant more than just a counterattack from the rules of time.

There is definitely some kind of will behind this - if this guess is correct, Ian's act of "taking in" the black robe skeleton will certainly pose a certain degree of hidden danger.

"Hey, all the messes are happening to me. Isn't this just another form of misery?" Ian drew a series of question marks on the window with his fingers.

He looked at the clock hanging in the corridor and felt that it was almost time for him to start his small class, so he calmed his mind, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Nick Flamel's office was in the castle's lobby. To get back to the Ravenclaw common room, one had to climb the stairs. When Ian reached the stairs, the spiral staircase was constantly changing.

no way.

Ian could only stand at the stairs and wait.

By the way, I looked around the castle where I lived. There was a small hall surrounded by exquisitely carved stone pillars, and soft magical lights were shining from the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

Hogwarts at night had a unique charm before the lights were turned off. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender and potions. It must be Snape brewing some messy potions in the basement again.

"Whoo~"

Ian exhaled a cloud of white mist again, and put his slightly frozen hands into his robe, and began to think about whether he should gamble his alchemy reputation to research the "Hand Warmer Generation 2". As the first generation of heated pants product suffered a disastrous failure, perhaps he should design a more normal version of the magic hand warmer.

"If we can find a way to seal the fire with the Soul Furnace property in a container for energy, perhaps my second-generation hand warmer can help my classmates defend against the enemy."

"When I throw it, it explodes the enemy, and I can also gain magic power in return. It's a win-win situation for all three. My classmates win once, and I win twice. I can effectively balance the improvement of gold galleons and strength."

Ian felt like he had suddenly come to his senses. Such a brilliant idea suddenly popped up in his mind. He couldn't wait to go into the Room of Requirement after "get out of class" to do some product design.

If Nick Flamel could handle the magic metal Uru, not only ordinary flames could be sealed in it, it would not be impossible to store a small wisp of fierce fire.

"It will become an amazing product comparable to nuclear hand warmers and nuclear electric cars!" Ian's mind was racing, his eyes fixed on the constantly changing stairs in front of him.

The speed of these stairs rotating is not very fast, so generally speaking, when you encounter them changing positions, you need to wait for five to ten to twenty minutes. They will draw elegant arcs in the space, and each corner is just right.

The stitching is more seamless than Lego.

The only drawback is that the rotation time is not fixed, it depends entirely on how the administrator sets it. I think when it was designed, it was also intended to prevent interference from intruders.

It is not only a transportation hub within the castle, but also a perfect fusion of magic and art. It is also the culprit why many young wizards are late for school.

Many young wizards think they have memorized the rotation time of the stairs after entering the castle for the first time. However, they may encounter another rotation method during class.

Going to the wrong floor, waiting too long... these are problems that young wizards who like to arrive at class on time often encounter. No one can tell whether this is Professor McGonagall's way of implicitly teaching the young wizards the importance of being on time and preparing in advance.

"If I were the headmaster, I would do the same, and then hide in the crack of the door and watch the little wizards get anxious and laugh secretly." While Ian was waiting, his hands moved in the pockets of his robes. He not only cast the Traceless Extension Charm on the purse, but also the pockets of each of his robes had traces of the Traceless Extension Charm recently.

of course.

Since it became more and more difficult to expand the space, Ian did not expand much space in the pockets of his robe. He could only barely fit a few huskies in his robe.

"Where's my fever snack?"

Ian fumbled in his pocket, but did not find the spicy strips specially made for him by the house-elves. Instead, he found a small piece of paper.

"Again?"

He never carried small pieces of paper with him, and even toilet paper was made from small stones. He was an environmentally friendly little wizard, and he immediately felt a sense of déjà vu. He quickly took out the piece of paper that seemed to have appeared out of thin air in his pocket. Fortunately, this time it was not a mysterious "letter" that came out of nowhere.

[In order to prevent you from secretly asking me questions and pouring truth serum into my teacup, I need to warn you in advance. As an alchemist who has always abided by the law and is now the alchemy professor of Hogwarts, no matter what tricks you use, I will never tell you that the location of King Arthur's tomb is in the XXXX area.]

Even without reading the text.

Just from the handwriting, Ian could tell who had secretly put the piece of paper into his pocket. The personal handwriting style of Nick Flamel, the master of alchemy, was very obvious.

"God damn it, I obey the law..." Ian thought of Nick Flamel's money printing machine. He even dared to make such a thing. God knows what other shocking things Nick Flamel has made behind the scenes.

Moreover, the note said righteously that Ian would not be told the location of King Arthur's tomb, but the address at the end was extremely detailed and even listed the beacons around it. The most outrageous thing was that Nick Flamel seemed to be afraid that Ian would not be able to find it, and even gave the exact latitude and longitude coordinates of the tomb on the earth.

"It seems that this 600-year-old professor is also a fun-loving person..." Ian looked at the note in his hand and remembered the tomb-robbing tools that Nick Flamel had never thought of asking for back after he confiscated them.

How could he guess what Nick Flamel was expecting to see - to be honest, if the tomb Nick Flamel gave was the location of someone else's tomb, Ian would definitely be tempted.

however.

But the tomb Nick Flamel gave was the tomb of that legendary king. This was a bit tricky for Ian, as he was deeply involved with the relevant people in many ways.

of course.

It’s not that Ian wasn’t moved at all.

After all, as a wizard with great ambitions, who is determined to pass on the gravedigging business to future generations and establish the Nine Old Gates of the wizarding world, Ian is also very curious about the tombs of those legendary figures.

Of course, Ian has never dug Merlin's tomb, but there must be King Arthur's bones in King Arthur's tomb. Casting a [Corpse Spell] will definitely give him a great sense of accomplishment.

The only problem that needs to be worried about is that digging this kind of grave will definitely cause many dangers, the consequences will be serious, and there is also the risk of being beaten up by Morgan.

No matter how big the hatred is.

After all, that was the grave of the teacher's younger brother. This was the problem that Ian found thorny, but for a clever little wizard like him, there was a perfect way to solve the problem.

"I want to ask my good friend Pandro to join me. He will definitely not refuse such a unique adventure. He gained happiness, and I gained safety and treasure."

"I only need a Philosopher's Stone that still has a lot of magic power left in it to help me bear the cost of summoning him as my patron saint... If one is not enough, I have many more."

Ian's idea of ​​finding a new way made him feel that he could win twice more. Just as he made a shocking plan, the spiral staircase gradually stopped.

The little wizard, who was full of naughty ideas, was just about to step forward.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, student in front." Suddenly, an old voice sounded behind Ian, with a somewhat intermittent feeling of still gasping for breath.

"Hello, old gentlemen, old ladies..." Ian turned around and saw an old man with white hair. He was wearing a windbreaker that went below his knees and looked elegant and easy-going.

The still lush hair even had a lot of bangs that covered half of the eyes, making him look quite fashionable. For some reason, it reminded Ian of an old man character in the novel "Dragon Tribe".

He is handsome, has thick hair and good temperament. No wonder he has two old ladies by his side. Although their facial features are full of wrinkles, you can still tell that they must have been very beautiful when they were young.

of course.

This was not the thing Ian envied the most. His eyes were always fixed on the old man's head. He had not lost his hair at such an old age. He really wanted to know if the other party usually used Potter's shampoo.

"You are the only little wizard around here. I think you are looking for your lost pet?" The old man unbuttoned his tightly buttoned windbreaker to reveal the little fellow inside.

The Bowtruckle that had escaped from Nick Flamel's office before was now sleeping soundly against the old man's chest. The two of them, clinging to the old man's chest and lightly clasping each other, looked quite intimate.

"No, what I lost was a golden Bowtruckle, Mr. Scamander." Ian felt that the man looked familiar before, and now he was completely sure of his identity.

Yes.

Newt Scamander. Most young wizards are familiar with this old man, because his portrait is printed on the front page of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

He is the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and was also a student of Hogwarts Hufflepuff House, but he "graduated" early for some well-known reasons.

In the memory of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Ian saw Newt Scamander in his prime, but now Newt Scamander has become a white-haired old man.

He even looks older than Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. It is hard to imagine that this is the protagonist of the previous era from Ian's perspective.

Yes, based on what Ian knew about Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander definitely took the protagonist template and was more like the protagonist of an era than Harry Potter.

Those who understand will understand. Many people who did not graduate from Hogwarts normally have become big shots. Even Hagrid is a tough guy. Who can say that a half-blood giant who can withstand a lot of magic is not strong enough?
Newt Scamander is also one of the abnormal graduates. Even if we ignore his achievements in magical creatures, his life can definitely be described as magnificent - he is the one who has opposed Grindelwald and is still alive today. Even though his magical attainments are not particularly strong, he is definitely the protagonist.

If they don't film the story of Harry Potter, but instead film the story of Newt Scamander, Ian feels that at least five episodes can be made, and the plot will definitely be much more exciting than the little wizard fighting Voldemort.

"what?"

The little wizard's somewhat nonsensical response obviously stunned the confident Newt Scamander, as if he was still the taciturn man after a lifetime.

"In fact, if there is a Bowtruckle made of silver, the Bowtruckle I throw can also be a Bowtruckle made of silver. Everyone in Hogwarts knows that I am easy to talk to."

Ian glanced at the little fellow in Newt Scamander's arms again. The Bowtruckle, which he had raised for so many days but still failed to tame, did not seem to be completely rebellious.

At least it was close to Newt Scamander.

Newt Scamander's ancestors might actually have been druids.

"..."

Newt Scamander was speechless because of Ian, and the old lady next to him who was helping him carry the "real nuclear weapon" suitcase suddenly couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahaha, you're so funny, little guy." This old lady was probably Newt Scamander's wife. I heard that she used to be an Auror in the Ministry of Magic of a certain country.

Later, he was led astray by Newt Scamander.

"I'm serious, ma'am." Ian couldn't quite remember what Newt Scamander's wife was called, after all, she was only briefly mentioned in Modern History of Magic. William helped him finish his homework, so he certainly couldn't expect him to be as eloquent as Hermione.

"You can call me Miss Tina." The old lady was obviously young at heart. She pulled the old lady next to her who looked a little sad and started to introduce them to each other.

"This is my sister Queenie Kowalski. You have to call her Miss Queenie. She's been in a bad mood lately, so I asked her to come out and relax."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, she is a very powerful person." Old lady Tina took over the communication with Ian on behalf of her husband. She obviously looked much more talkative than Newt Scamander.

"It is indeed sad to have a family member pass away, but please accept my condolences. A person will always reach the end of his life, and the next journey is not as scary as most people think." Ian glanced at the sad-faced old lady Queenie and tried to soften his voice.

After hearing this, old lady Queenie finally looked at the young wizard.

"For an old man who has been bedridden for many years, death is also a relief, right?" She obviously wanted to gain some approval from the outside for psychological comfort.

"Death is a new beginning, better than most people imagine. You will meet again, after you die the way your loved one wished."

"I can pretty much guarantee that." Ian gave the other party the emotional value he wanted, but he also took some precautions against the possibility that the other party might commit suicide.

There must not be any hangings at Hogwarts tomorrow morning.

"Snapped!"

Newt Scamander suddenly clapped his hands at this time, "I think you must be Mr. Ian Prince. Albus has mentioned you more than once in the emails he sent to me. He praised you highly. Now I know why. You speak in exactly the same tone as him."

Seeing that Ian did not refute.

Newt Scamander was pleased with his accurate judgment.

"You may be young, but you have a lot to say. To me, such remarks are indeed meaningful." The sadness on old lady Queenie's face improved a little.

Done.

She looked at Newt Scamander again, her tone somewhat complaining, "See? This is the way to comfort people, not like you told me from a biological point of view that my husband would not feel the cold in the grave, and accused me of putting the treasure in his grave to accelerate the decay of the body."

obviously.

Newt Scamander's emotional intelligence has definitely not improved much over the years. To be honest, being able to find a wife is definitely the biggest miracle that happened to Newt Scamander.

"Treasure? Don't just leave the treasure in the grave. Like oil, it can easily breed things that shouldn't breed." Ian looked up at the three old men in front of him.

"Look, I'm not the only one who says this." Newt Scamander, who was originally embarrassed, seemed to have found a life-saving straw and immediately agreed with Ian's words.

He, his wife, and his sister-in-law obviously didn't understand what Ian said.

"Ah!"

Old lady Queenie looked indignant.

"Okay, okay, you know, Newt is just like that, and he didn't mean to make you angry." Another old lady, Tina, stepped forward to be a peacemaker. It was really interesting to see a small group of people who were almost 200 years old still bickering like this.

"Ka~ka~"

Ian took out the melon seeds.

"You're watching a play!"

Old lady Queenie glared at the young wizard.

"Do you want it too?"

The young wizard shared his melon seeds with the three old guys.

"..."

Old lady Queenie was speechless. Her personality was quite different from when she was young. I don't know if it was because she was widowed, or maybe it was because her personality changed drastically after going through menopause.

"I want."

Tina happily took the melon seeds from Ian.

"Who are you looking for?"

Ian took the opportunity to inquire about the reasons why the three people came to Hogwarts. He knew that Newt Scamander usually lived very far away from Hogwarts.

If I were to say I want to visit relatives, it's not the right festival to do so.

"Looking for Mr. Nick Flamel. Do you know where his office is?" Old lady Tina answered and asked the little wizard where Nick Flamel was.

"there."

Ian pointed in the direction of Nick LeMay's office.

Upon hearing this, old lady Tina immediately thanked him and looked at her husband beside her.

"Let me rest for a while. I'm exhausted from the journey from Dorset to here." Newt Scamander had been holding on to the stone pillar next to him. He did look a little exhausted.

I can only say that it is no wonder that many hot-blooded comics never draw the protagonists getting married and having children. Just look at Newt Scamander's current appearance and you will deeply understand this point.

"What made you tired wasn't the fatigue of the journey, but the suitcase you were reluctant to put down." Queenie glanced helplessly at the suitcase held in her sister's hands.

Of course, she wasn't talking about the weight of the box, but the tossing and turning of the magical animals inside.

"They are just some little buggers. I no longer have the energy I had when I was young, and I have become much more cautious. My trunks haven't caused any... big trouble in these years."

Newt Scamander responded quickly and immediately defended his suitcase. He also glanced at Ian, as if he wanted to save his image in front of his juniors.

"Like a thunder dragon? A fire dragon?"

Ian also looked at Newt's suitcase curiously - this suitcase has always been a legend. It is said that in its heyday it even had a special combat power of one-for-one exchange below the legend.

"They were all still young, all still young..." Newt Scamander's somewhat evasive answer fully demonstrated that he was really not a good liar.

However, his wife Tina came out to dismantle his plan.

"The bird snake you rescued on the road was quite large. You could have handed it over to the rescuers from the Ministry of Magic." Tina shook the suitcase she was carrying for her husband.

"I don't trust the Ministry of Magic here. They just framed Albus... The bird snake was very obedient. It has become very small."

Newt Scamander seemed to have redefined what a little guy was.

“I also like to raise some small things.”

When Ian heard about the bird snake, his eyes lit up immediately, and he began to try to get close to Newt Scamander. The bottleneck of his current traceless expansion spell was the lack of bird snake skin. Of course, Ian was not someone who would kill a bird snake for a little skin. He had a special potion that could speed up the healing of the creature's body.

"I can see that you were taking care of Bowtruckles when you were in school. You must be as obsessed with magical creatures as I am." Newt Scamander immediately seemed to have found a common topic.

He gently pulled the Bowtruckle down from his arms and handed it back to Ian.

"If a wizard offers a woodpecker to a Bowtruckle, it will be appeased long enough for him or her to take wood from the tree for a wand."

"They like crickets. And it's better to let these little guys have their own territory." Newt Scamander did not forget to teach Ian some little knowledge at this time.

Hear the words.

Ian nodded immediately.

"Yes, that's right. I have actually been trying to build my [Ian Suitcase], but now I have encountered some bottlenecks in the use of the Traceless Expansion Spell."

Ian quickly stuffed the Bowtruckle back into his purse while it was still asleep, and he made a hopeful request to Newt Scamander.

"I would be very grateful if you could give me some advice on how to construct the suitcase." Ian wanted to pay, but felt that doing so might anger the old man in front of him.

After all, he was still a little too materialistic, and his eyes were not as clear and pure as the other person's. Well, there was still a little clarity and purity, and all the little wizards in the school knew it.

"Nick Flamel contacted me because he wanted me to help collect some materials for the expansion spell." As he said that, Newt Scamander took out a small cloth bag.

"I collected a little more, I hope they can help you." Newt Scamander's generosity was beyond the little wizard's expectations, and he directly stuffed the small cloth bag into Ian's hand.

"Reciprocity, reciprocity."

Ian quickly searched his purse, but couldn't find anything related to magical creatures, so he could only quickly take out a handful of black sand.

The little wizard's hands still couldn't hold on tightly, and a lot of sand slipped through his fingers.

"Thank you."

Newt Scamander also hurriedly held the black sand handed over by Ian with both hands.

"what is this?"

Tina came closer with some curiosity.

"It's a precious gift from the little wizard." Newt Scamander quickly gave Tina a look, as if he was afraid that his wife's carefree personality would hurt the little wizard's self-esteem.

"Thank you."

Tina rolled her eyes at her husband. She felt that her husband sometimes really misunderstood her. Was she the kind of person who had lived her whole life but still didn't have enough emotional intelligence?

"I think we need to frame it and make it into a small crystal ball. Black snow would look great. I've seen it in Muggle shops."

Tina used words to prove to the little wizard how much she valued the sand. She took out an empty cloth bag, put the black sand in it, and then tried to take out her magic wand to collect the sand that fell on the ground.

however.

"Ok?"

Tina waved her wand.

But he found that he could not control the sand.

"what happened?"

Newt Scamander also noticed something was wrong. He took out his wand and waved it hard, but it turned out that the force had no effect on the effect of the magic.

"This sand...just like you, little guy...something's not right."

Only Queenie didn't take out her wand, but frowned in confusion. She was a natural Legilimency master, and her perception and mental power were much stronger than those of ordinary wizards.

"It's the sands of time. They are the sands of time."

Ian looked at the three old men who were troubled by the simplest magic with some surprise. It was also the first time he knew that these sands were not affected by the wizards' magic.

But the problem is that he was successful when he used the Transfiguration Spell before.

Could it be related to the magic level?

"What did you say!?"

"You...what do you say this is?"

"Sigh~~~"

……

Just when Ian was puzzled, the three old men widened their eyes almost at the same time, and they were all confused as if their ears were not working well and they felt that they had heard it wrong.

"I say, they are the sands of time."

Ian was not one to be low-key when giving gifts, he simply raised the volume and shouted - the next moment, he saw Newt Scamander showing an extremely unbelievable expression.

As arrogant as he is.

My head was buzzing with shock.

"Oh my God!"

Tina also covered her mouth in shock - her sister Queenie was the fastest and she just lay on the ground and started picking up every grain of sand.

"How could you have such a thing..." Newt Scamander had to re-examine the little wizard in front of him. He suspected that Albus Dumbledore had already robbed the Department of Mysteries.

"I dug it out myself. At first I didn't know what the sand was. It was Professor Nick Flamel who told me the answer. Then I realized that it was the sand of time."

"Look, I just went to seek advice from Professor Nick Flamel, so you met me here." Ian's answer was indeed very honest.

"!!!"

Newt Scamander still looked shocked.

With Nick Flamel's endorsement, he naturally wouldn't have any more doubts... But, where else could he dig up so much Sand of Time if not from the Department of Mysteries?

Forbidden forest?

There are indeed many secrets hidden in it.

But isn’t this secret a little too big?
"Child, this material is very precious, you shouldn't give it to others... It's best not to tell anyone, because the Ministry of Magic will definitely target you because of this." Newt Scamander took the cloth bag from his wife, gave her a serious warning, and was about to hand the bag of the Sand of Time back to Ian.

He seemed to have a very bad impression of the Ministry of Magic.

"Yes, kid, you may not understand the meaning of the Sand of Time now, but believe us, it will bring you danger." Tina nodded in agreement.

The two men obviously had no idea of ​​Ian's strength.

"Newt! We need... I need this..." Queenie picked up the black sand on the ground and stood up, watching Newt Scamander about to return the Sands of Time to Ian.

She suddenly became anxious.

"I have money, kid. I can give you all the money. I need it..." Queenie looked very nervous. As she spoke, she took out a key from her body.

The old man, who might be over 80 years old, looked at Ian with pleading eyes.

"Forehead."

Ian looked at the Gringotts key in Queenie's hand but did not take it. Instead, he reached into his purse and pulled out two handfuls of black sand.

"All of them. All of them. Everyone who knows me knows that I am willing to help others." Ian roughly guessed what the other party wanted to do with the Sand of Time.

talking.

Under the three confused gazes, he stuffed two handfuls of black sand into Queenie and Tina's hands respectively, fully demonstrating what it meant to treat everyone equally without any partiality.

"!!!!!!"

"?????"

"!?!?!"

The three people had different expressions.

But generally speaking, it's a feeling of confusion that the brain is not enough.

What the hell is this behavior of wholesale Sand of Time?

“How much did you dig?”

Newt Scamander spoke with great difficulty.

"Enough?"

Ian couldn't estimate how many tons he had dug, so he chose a more classic way of answering, which immediately brought the atmosphere in the air back to quiet silence.

Seeing that the expressions of the three old men were a little subtle.

"To be honest, Miss Queenie... I don't think that attempting to go back in time is a responsible behavior, and it is likely to cost you dearly."

In order to break the deadlock, Ian took the initiative to seriously remind Queenie.

"I've been a wizard for more than eighty years, of course I know this. I just want to go and take a look occasionally... just take a look." The sad expression on Queenie's face appeared again.

The whole person seems to be quite depressed.

"It's no big deal that you had a quarrel with your husband before he passed away, and he certainly wouldn't blame you for it." Ian's tone was soft and his voice was gentle.

"You can even guess something like this?"

After Tina came to her senses, she first glanced at the black sand in her hand. Then, after hearing Ian's words, she immediately looked up at the little wizard in disbelief.

"He is a natural Legilimency... just like me... no... his ability is even more powerful than mine." Queenie took a deep look at the little wizard in front of her.

Her words made Newt Scamander and Tina both stunned.

"Excuse me……"

Ian scratched his head.

His extraordinary characteristic of [Thought Perception] is already amazing, and now he has also practiced a lot of spiritual magic, so the passive effect that naturally appears is a bit superb.

Newt Scamander and Tina's Occlumency skills aren't very good.

Queenie's mind is now full of flaws. In fact, Ian doesn't want to see it, but the information is presented in front of him, and he is just forced to read the emotions revealed by Queenie.

"I can understand."

Queenie had been using Legilimency passively all her life, so she could empathize with Ian's situation. She gratefully held the black sand given by Ian and made a promise to him.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."

can only say.

This is probably what many people like to say before doing something stupid.

"Actually, I know a kind of spiritualism." Ian blinked and looked at the key in Queenie's hand. He bet there must be a lot of gold galleons in it.

"what?"

Queenie was a little confused.

It's not just her.

Newt Scamander and Tina also looked confused.

Unheard of magic.

This left all three of them a little confused.

"dark magic?"

Tina asked suspiciously.

"Of course not! I am a white wizard! Headmaster Dumbledore can vouch for me!"

Ian quickly retorted.

"What kind of magic is that? I've never heard of it."

Tina still looked a little confused.

"Don't ask me, I don't quite understand these messy magics." Newt Scamander shrugged. He has always only learned some practical magic that is useful to him.

"After I ask Headmaster Dumbledore about this, let him come and discuss it with you?" Ian didn't know whether he should show his uniqueness in front of strangers.

The reason why he felt compassion wasn't just because of the gold galleons, but because the emotions that Queenie had always shown were so contagious that he even felt a little sympathetic towards the old lady in front of him.

"can."

Queenie answered first.

His eyes flickered a little.

"Let's talk about your [Ian Suitcase], I feel that I can only help you in this regard. I can directly help you make a suitcase you want."

"After all, this return gift you gave me... feels too hot to touch." Newt Scamander changed the subject at the right time. His cloudy eyes lit up again when he mentioned the suitcase for keeping animals.

"Uh-huh!"

When Ian saw that he didn't have to do it himself, he immediately became happy.

Newt Scamander also smiled and said, "First, we need to know the habits of your favorite magical animals. This is very important for us to arrange the environment in the suitcase."

"The key to raising magical animals together is to provide the most suitable home for each friend you find, and to prevent territorial infringement as much as possible."

Newt Scamander asked calmly.

however.

he asked.

The smile on Ian's face suddenly stiffened.

"Um... well... this..."

The young wizard really didn't know how to answer this question. He had just been suspected by old lady Tina of being proficient in black magic, and now he couldn't really tell the truth in front of three people, right?

The "little guys" he was going to put in the box were a bit sensitive. Dementors, bone dragons, skeletons, black phoenixes... Well, after counting them like this, Ian also understood.

It seems that I do look a bit like a dark wizard.

(End of this chapter)