Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 160: 159: Bald Curse and Soul Shadow
If Hermione was somewhat shocked by witnessing with her own eyes that magic did exist in this world, then the little wizard's smiling words directly made this fluffy-haired little girl feel terrified.

As if memories from the past were attacking her, Hermione felt her scalp tingling and her back chilled. She wanted to escape, but the only door leading to the outside of the house was right behind Ian.

She looked back at the office where her father, Mr. Granger, and Ms. Elena were. The door was closed, so she didn't muster up the courage to seek her father's protection.

"You...you...what are you talking about? I don't understand. I don't understand at all." Between the two options of admitting and denying, Hermione chose to play dumb, which she always despised the most.

The law of true fragrance is still playing its role across time and space.

"You know that the person standing in front of you is a wizard, which is what you understand as a magician, right?" Ian raised the wand in his hand, causing Hermione's eyes to narrow slightly.

Her whole body was visibly tensed, and her panicked expression showed that she was obviously worried that Ian would cast a spell on her.

"You...you wizards should also abide by the law. In our British legal system, intentionally harming others is a serious crime among serious crimes."

"According to Section 1861 of the Offences against the Person Act , you can be sentenced to life imprisonment!" Hermione obviously doesn't just like reading. She can even recite British legal provisions by heart. I don't know if it's because she can think of a way to be smart in a tense situation.

Although the little girl was a little stuttering at the beginning, she spoke very clearly later on. However, her somewhat irritable behavior made Ian laugh.

He felt that the idiom of bluffing had become concrete at this moment.

"Who said I wanted to hurt you? You must be suffering from paranoia." Ian deliberately made a contemptuous expression and placed his raised hand on his temple.

"As your kind senior, I just want to take you to experience the wonders of magic." As he said this, the little wizard pulled out a wisp of silver memory from his mind.

“Should we use the word ‘mercy’ here?”

Hermione was quite particular about word choice. Even though she was staring at Ian's every move and was nervous inside, she still pointed out the mistakes in his words.

of course.

In the little wizard's opinion, there was nothing wrong with his choice of words.

"When you are able to enter Hogwarts, you will know how accurate my description is." Ian looked at the little Loli in front of him meaningfully.

He found that he didn't dislike showing off.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione's eyes were fixed on the silver thread attached to the wand - this strand of silver thread was like flowing moonlight, and it also emitted a soft and mysterious glow like the brightest star in the night sky.

Just as Hermione was wondering whether this was cerebrospinal fluid.

"Of course, it's to help some forgetful children remember the things they have selectively lost." Ian waved his hand, and the silver thread on the wand that was drawn from the temple floated lightly in the air. It was like a silver ribbon leading a mysterious journey, allowing Hermione to witness the wonder of magic for the first time.

I saw.

Silver threads floated in the air.

Then it turned into starlight, covering everything around it in a dreamy glow, as if it was some kind of paint that painted everything around it with other colors.

The boundaries between reality and fantasy became blurred, bringing Ian and Hermione back to the day when they met. The lifelike scenes around them made Hermione stunned.

"Oh my god! This is like a dream!"

Her little mouth unconsciously opened slightly, forming an "O" shape of surprise, but she forgot how to close it, as if even her breathing had stopped at this moment.

Hermione saw the scene in the distance as she and her mother walked towards the divination booth, and saw another "little wizard" talking to her mother and herself.

Everything was so real, as if she had returned to the past. Many time-related movies suddenly popped up in Hermione's mind.

How incredible, how shocking!
Hermione, standing as a bystander, was like Ian experiencing this kind of magic for the first time. She was so shocked and astonished that she tried to touch the telephone pole next to her to confirm whether all this was real.

Not surprisingly, Ian's memory presentation magic also has the essence of Dumbledore. The little girl not only successfully touched the telephone pole, but also her hair exploded under Ian's sneaky tricks.

"Is this magic!?"

Hermione did not feel the pain or injuries caused by the electric shock. After all, it was just an illusion created by Ian. However, when she opened her mouth to speak, a lot of smoke still floated out from her teeth.

"No, this is irrefutable evidence that you agreed to eat the table." Ian raised his hand and motioned Hermione to look not far away, where what had happened before was happening again.

The little wizard also presented it in slow motion, as if he was worried that Hermione couldn't hear every word of the conversation. He showed his thoughtfulness and meticulousness as a future British gentleman.

"Very good advice. I also have a suggestion for you. The New Principles of Numerology is a good book. You should probably take a look at it."

"There is no magic in this world!"

"What if there is?"

"Then I will eat your table."

Hermione, who was not far away, spoke with great confidence - seeing the dark history being re-enacted by Ian, the real Hermione immediately covered her face with her hands in shame and anger.

"Then I will eat your table."

"Then I will eat your table."

"Then I will eat your table."

……

Ian played with the voice loop mode in his own memory and even gave Hermione's voice different tones, which was tantamount to making a unique ghost video in front of her.

"Okay! I get it! I get it!" Hermione tried to interrupt Ian's speechless behavior. Her eyes quickly turned red and tears welled up in them.

But in the end, I was still stubborn and didn't let it slip away immediately.

"Do you want me to apologize to you? I'm sorry, okay..." Hermione was also showing her dedication, but her slightly stubborn tone did not show too much sincerity.

and so.

Ian, who felt that Miss Beaver's bad character should be corrected, simply restored the flow of memory.

"Oh, okay, Miss Hermione Granger, I'll remember your words. People who don't keep their promises will be bald when they grow up." He in his memory said this to Hermione in his memory.

Although Ian did not repeat his words this time, nor did he make a ghost "video" of his words, Hermione was still shocked after hearing this.

She was even more panicked than before and her emotions were already overflowing. She subconsciously raised her two hands to cover her head, and the slight trembling revealed her inner panic and fear.

"Is this a curse? Or some other magic that will come true if you don't fulfill it?" The little girl, who knew almost nothing about the wizarding world, couldn't hide her panic in her tone.

"That's for you to judge for yourself." Ian's smile was very cunning, and he once again demonstrated his ability to deceive people by not telling the truth, but also not telling the truth.

He believed that the beautiful little girl would not dare to gamble.

Hermione really didn't dare to gamble.

but.

Seeing Ian taking out the divination table again, she widened her eyes and looked at the transformed surface of the table covered with thorns in horror.

"No! I don't want to eat this!"

Hermione's throat rolled. She felt that the little wizard in front of her wanted to die - eating wood would be fine, but how could she eat this wood covered with thorns?
It doesn't hurt your mouth, but it hurts your stomach!
"Then there's nothing we can do."

Ian shrugged knowingly.

This immediately made Hermione even more uneasy.

"I don't want to be bald!" The little girl's voice was filled with tears again, but she still maintained her stubbornness, "I also want to learn magic. I will definitely find a way to solve your curse!"

have to say.

Although Miss Beaver seemed a little ignorant now, her inherent confidence was still very obvious, and she was indeed quite talented in learning magic.

Otherwise there wouldn't be the story of Hermione and her two useless men.

"You won't be taught to curse in school, but I can recommend my Transfiguration spell to you. It can turn this table into a delicious little cake."

Ian finally revealed his true intentions. "Only one thousand pounds, no, five hundred pounds, three hundred pounds is also fine, and then you will break the baldness curse that you put on yourself!"

The little wizard didn't know how much secret stash Hermione had.

He was a little cautious in his speech, in case Hermione reported him when she met the visiting professor. He was not afraid of any punishment but he was always trying his best to maintain his image.

"I don't believe you! I want my dad to take me to Hogwarts!" Miss Beaver still remembered the name Ian mentioned. Perhaps in her opinion, her father would definitely be able to send her to school.

This is the general perception of children from elite families. In fact, Hermione will be able to become a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic in the future, and the fact that she was born in such a family must have a positive impact on her.

After all, there are very few dentists in Western countries, and people attach great importance to their teeth, so the excellent dentists in these countries can barely squeeze into the upper class.

Being influenced by his father, he will naturally have a higher talent for politics... Just like Hermione believed that her father would definitely find a way for her to go to magic school.

This kind of thinking will not appear in the minds of left-behind children like Harry Potter.

"When I get to Hogwarts, the price won't be the same..." Ian was not panicked at all. He didn't believe that a student like Hermione who was eager for knowledge could resist the temptation of [Ian's Small Class]. In the last few months, he had already expanded his small class to other colleges.

This is what is meant by a school full of talented students.

"You just went to school for one more year than me! I want to get out!" The image of the little wizard in Hermione's eyes was really scary. She even had the illusion that Ian had black horns on his head.

The little girl subconsciously wanted to stay away from Ian. However, she ran around in Ian's memory fantasy, and Ian had no time to raise his hand to stop her dangerous behavior.

"This is just an illusion. In fact, we are still orphans..." Before Ian could finish his words, he heard a very dull plop.

next moment.

Miss Beaver fell to the ground, holding her forehead. She had obviously hit the border of the memory illusion, a wall in the orphanage.

"I warned you."

Ian reluctantly helped Hermione up.

"You must have done this on purpose!"

Hermione finally couldn't hold back her tears and started crying.

"..."

to be frank.

Hermione's failure to hit a wall was not Ian's intentional act. His memory illusion magic was certainly not as good as Dumbledore's, so there must be an invisible boundary.

"I'm really impressed by you crybabies." Ian waved his wand to cancel his magic, and he and the crying Hermione returned to the corridor of the orphanage.

"I'll give you a book, so you don't cry."

Ian took out a book by the real Lockhart from his purse. He originally had quite a few, but most of Lockhart's works were turned into toilet paper by him to wipe his butt.

To be honest, he really couldn't praise the toilet paper used in the wizarding world.

"What book? A magic book?"

Maybe for other children, candy is the thing that can make them happy, but Hermione is an exception. She was immediately attracted by the junk book that Ian took out.

"Magical Me"

Just from the title of the book, Hermione seemed to see a fantasy world.

"You still have to lift the curse for me!"

Hermione hugged the book that Ian handed to her tightly.

"Didn't you say you would find a solution yourself?"

Ian blinked.

"Of course I can!"

Hermione, who had always been strong-willed, answered immediately. Although she was still worried about the bald man, she did not dare to make such a choice when she recalled the table that Ian had just taken out and put back.

"That's fine. But you can't complain if you accept the gift."

Ian chuckled and held the eleven-year-old girl in front of him - just as he expected, Hermione did not tell him what had happened before after Mr. Granger came out.

Even when Mr. Granger asked her what happened to her eyes, she just replied that there was sand in them. At least in terms of keeping her promise, the only thing Hermione might not dare to do was to chew the table.

"If possible, Mr. Prince, I hope you can recommend my daughter to your school. You can ask me for any compensation you need."

Mr. Granger had obviously guessed a lot of things. He had a reason for donating a large sum of money. It seemed that he inadvertently let Ian see the proof of his donation as a little trick.

"You see, your father is much more generous than you." Ian spoke to Hermione first. Seeing that Hermione looked up at the sky and ignored him, he turned around and looked at Mr. Granger.

"If you can help us keep an eye out for families willing to adopt children in your circle, I hope you can help my brothers and sisters a little bit for this." Ian knows that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. He also knows that no matter how much donations are, it is not as good as finding a good home for the children in the orphanage.

"Of course that's no problem!"

Mr. Granger immediately agreed. He raised his hand and touched the little wizard's head. "You are such a wise child. It seems that what Ms. Elena said is right."

Ian naturally accepted the compliment with pleasure.

"Then there will be no problem at Hogwarts. Miss Granger will receive a notification letter from the college soon, and I will definitely protect her at school."

"Perhaps you don't know... I'm actually a school bully." Ian's promise only had meaning in the last sentence, so he lowered his voice and looked around as he introduced himself to Mr. Granger. He used a very direct introduction style, fearing that Mr. Granger might not understand his self-proclaimed title of the Emperor of Hogwarts.

"I express my sincere gratitude to you." Mr. Granger did not seem surprised by Ian's "self-exposure" remarks. Perhaps he had already seen this point a long time ago.

Before leaving with an even more worried Hermione, Mr. Granger waved to the friendly Ian and forced his daughter to say goodbye to Ian.

Miss Beaver was reluctant but felt a little indignant.

"I will find a way to lift the bald curse! I will!"

Perhaps she thought the book Ian gave her was a book for learning magic. Before leaving the orphanage with Mr. Granger, she still held the book "Magic Me" tightly in her hands.

Perhaps, at this moment, Miss Hermione Granger still does not realize that her worry about the "baldness curse" may be the smallest psychological shadow in her life.

The shadow of my mentor Ian Prince.

It had just enveloped this little girl who had not even stepped into the wizarding world. Of course, this kind of haze was destined to push her fate to a more glorious height.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse... I guess only Hermione, who will carve her own epitaph in the future, knows.

(End of this chapter)