Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 161: Daily Life and Compensation
Hermione, one of the three men responsible for the fight, followed Mr. Granger away.

She might not have any contact with Ian during the next holiday, and it seemed that nothing had changed, but Ian knew that many things had undergone earth-shaking changes.

of course.

It is certainly difficult to be specific on the surface.

The orphanage returned to its former life, which was not much different from what Ian remembered - because of Mr. Granger's donation, the orphanage had a generous amount of funds. The happy Ms. Elena arranged a snack for everyone at dinner, which also allowed Ian to enjoy the long-lost fun.

[Successfully slaughtered a duck, proficiency in dissecting organisms +1]

[Successfully slaughtered a chicken, proficiency in dissecting organisms +1]

[Successfully slaughtered a duck, proficiency in dissecting organisms +1]

……

【Biological anatomy】

This is a skill that Ian has found difficult to master in school. After all, even if Ian has defeated some enemies, he cannot dissect them like killing chickens and ducks.

Only by thoroughly dissecting a living thing like a butcher can Ian gain proficiency from the act of dissection, and he will only ever gain a little proficiency with poultry like chickens and ducks.

It is definitely the most difficult skill to improve, otherwise it would not have taken Ian so many years to upgrade it to level five. Moreover, although Ian has obtained the extraordinary characteristic [Butcher Instinct] of the [Biological Dissection] skill, for a wizard like Ian, the scenarios in which it can be used are quite limited.

After all, wizards rarely engage in close combat with the enemy, so the "Butcher Instinct" is only useful in the living dismemberment spell taught by Grindelwald, allowing Ian to dismember the enemy more carefully without killing the enemy.

Most people wouldn't use the Vivisection curse unless they were torturing someone else, and it was certainly unlikely that Ian would need to torture anyone during his time at Hogwarts.

Most of the young wizards in front of Ian only need to glare at them, and they will immediately give in, let alone Ian using the living dismemberment spell. Because of this, Ian could only resume practicing the [Biological Dissection] skill after it had stagnated for nearly a year after returning to the orphanage.

of course.

Although the young wizard does not eat humans, he enjoys practicing this skill. In addition to the familiar feeling, another very important point is his premonition.

"My sixth sense has always been very strong. This skill has a legendary characteristic that has not yet been awakened. It will definitely be of great help to me in the field of biological alchemy."

Yes, this is Ian's sixth sense. If we have to find a field in the field of magic that is related to anatomy, it must be the all-encompassing alchemy.

Biological alchemy is a sensitive alchemy field that wizards rarely mention, but Ian did not feel there was any taboo. He always believed that there were only evil people but no evil knowledge.

“Knowledge in the field of biological alchemy can also help wizards brew potions. There are connections between each field of magic. There is a reason why the entry threshold of alchemy requires all subjects to be involved.

"In fact, the same is true when it comes to brewing potions. If potions makers don't even understand the specific structure of a certain creature, how can they make a potion that is helpful to that creature?" This was the truth that Ian explained to Lupin who came to the kitchen to help when he was slaughtering the chickens and ducks he bought from the orphanage.

"So, this is why even though I rejected you, you still wanted to do something bad to me after you went back last night?" Lupin's expression was quite strange.

When he was helping the children clean Ian's room, he found Ian's diary from last night. Of course, it was called a diary, but it was actually just a new notebook with only one page of content. Lupin even suspected that this was something the little wizard had deliberately written and placed in the dormitory for him to see.

"So are you excited?"

The young wizard smiled and chopped off the head of the chicken in his hand. Then, under Lupin's astonished gaze, he quickly dismembered the chicken before it bled and struggled to death.

Chicken wings, chicken breasts, chicken skeletons, chicken feet, chicken legs... even the internal organs that were not damaged at all, were still twitching, and everything happened in just a few dozen seconds. To be honest, seeing this speed that even professional butchers could not achieve, Lupin really couldn't imagine how many chickens Ian had killed before.

"If you mean that you only used 4000 words to tell me your ideas for improving the wolfsbane potion, and then used words to threaten me that if I didn't agree, you would transform me into a sewer monster, I think I have reported your threat to Dumbledore."

Lupin stared expressionlessly at the little wizard not far away. He was responsible for collecting duck down and chicken feathers. After these byproducts were properly processed, they would be made into useful daily necessities by Ms. Elena, who knew a little bit about everything. Especially duck down, the price of down jackets is not low in the UK.

The best preparation for winter is to collect some duck down and make down jackets for children.

"That's not some sewer monster. It's Warwick, the Zaun wrath beast. His body has undergone painful experiments and mutated, integrating sophisticated fluid storage tanks and drug pumps to inject alchemically synthesized rage hormones into his veins, which will increase his ability to hunt down those evil criminals."

Ian corrected Lupin's address.

"No matter what new name you give me, it won't change the fact that you threatened to turn me into a biological weapon. I think I know why Dumbledore wants me to keep an eye on you." Lupin's expression was very helpless. He found it difficult to evaluate Ian's whimsical and creepy imagination.

"You are talking nonsense again. I clearly just wrote a short fantasy essay in my diary. It was you who peeked at my diary and linked yourself to my essay. I won't say who is more despicable." Ian washed his hands after processing all the ingredients.

"Oh, you're going to paint my face on your 'werewolf'?" Lupin was unmoved. He felt that there was not a single truth in the little wizard's words.

"I don't know any other werewolves."

Ian was quite confident.

"You should be thankful that I'm a werewolf with a relatively good temper. If other werewolves saw your so-called little essay, I don't think they would need to inject you with any of your imaginary potions before tearing you to pieces." Lupin seemed to be mocking Ian, but in fact he was reminding the little wizard in front of him.

He felt that Ian was not such a bad person, just a kid with a lot of bad ideas. After all, how bad could a little wizard who could take care of a group of younger brothers and sisters be?

"That's a provocation I'm happy to see."

Ian chuckled disapprovingly, then looked slyly in the direction of the door - Aunt Marilyn, who was in charge of cooking, was still out shopping for supplies and had not returned yet.

This immediately made the little wizard's eyes light up, and he immediately decided to seize the opportunity to show off his cooking skills, so he put the cut meat into a pot of cold water and began to blanch it.

"Today I'll treat you to fried chicken with jelly and duck with vinegar and blood!" Ian's cooking skills were not great but definitely not bad. He had practiced in the elf kitchen at Hogwarts. The third-level [Cooking Skills] was not Ian's peak, but his creativity was beyond words. The house-elves ate his food with tears in their eyes.

All of them cried because of the delicious taste.

"Just hearing the name makes me want to lose weight." Lupin suspected that Ian wanted to waste the food. What he saw with his eyes was probably all evidence.

The little wizard brought out a bunch of seasonings that were not eaten by werewolves. Before he could stop him, Ian started cooking, and Lupin had no choice but to do something tricky.

"What are you doing with your wand?"

Ian looked up and saw Lupin holding a wand in the corner.

“Regular care and maintenance, of course.”

Lupin remained calm and answered in a calm tone. However, his sloppy appearance and worn-out wand showed that his words were not credible at all.

"Are you complaining again?"

Ian felt as if he had seen through the standard characteristics of Gryffindor. As expected, just as he finished speaking, he saw Aunt Marilyn rushing in.

"I knew it! I knew it! That's why I was so uneasy before I even reached the gate of the compound!" Aunt Marilyn picked up a large colander and started chasing the little wizard around the house.

"Depend on!"

Ian secretly gave the gloating Lupin a middle finger as he ran, but Lupin seemed not to notice and continued to wash the duck down, playing his silent and hardworking role.

"Little Ian! You want to secretly cook the good ingredients into shit and serve it to us!" Aunt Marilyn did not give the little wizard any face at all.

Her voice was filled with fear.

"No, I'm completely different now. I've been studying and training for a whole year. I'm confident that I can make something better than General Tso's Chicken and Orange Chicken!"

Ian's protests certainly did not win Aunt Marilyn's trust.

"You are going to school! Not to learn how to cook! I haven't heard that the Hogwarts you attended is a culinary arts school!" Aunt Marilyn directly drove out the young wizard who had already prepared the sauce. She was relieved when she saw that there was only chicken and duck meat blanched with ginger and scallions in the pot.

“Actually, cooking is not difficult for me. I just want to make dishes that suit Western tastes.” Ian lay on the window outside and continued to explain to Aunt Marilyn.

He was indeed right. When making some common dishes, he could always make them taste better than home-cooked dishes. After all, the third-level [Cooking Skills] were not fake.

"You should go back to your room and learn what you need to learn. I've told you many times that the weirder the dish looks, the tastier it is!"

Aunt Marilyn was also tired. She had taught Ian how to cook seriously before, and Ian did well when she supervised him. However, some of the little guy's cognitive problems could not be reversed. He was even more stubborn than a parrot she once raised. After a long time, she didn't dare let Ian use his skills.

"Then I'll go back to school and cook for my classmates."

The young wizard threw down a few words and jumped out of the window. Hearing his words, Lupin couldn't help but twitch his eyes and silently prayed for the students of Hogwarts in his heart.

"How can such a fierce guy be a Ravenclaw?"

He couldn't help but ask the same questions that many people had in their mind.

……

Daily life in the orphanage is always so peaceful and harmonious, with a comforting feeling. After playing with the children for a while, Ian returned to his room.

Dinner was as usual, delicious but not very innovative. Everyone enjoyed the meal, and Ian enjoyed it very much, except for some regrets in his heart.

Although he was no longer in Hogwarts, Ian still had another small class during the break after meals - it had always been his task to help his younger brothers and sisters learn some basic texts and knowledge.

of course.

When Ian is not around, Ms. Elena and other adults in the orphanage will also teach the little ones, but their lessons are not as popular among the children as Ian's.

“Whoever can write down the ten words learned today will be able to listen to me tell the story of Resident Evil in the evening!” Ian always uses storytelling to arouse children’s interest in learning.

of course.

Compared to the children who were happier than each other, Lupin, who was about to go back to his room and lock himself up, felt very complicated after hearing the little wizard's words.

He didn't know what Resident Evil was, but he knew that a story with that name was not suitable to be told to children. It might be another version of that sewer monster.

Lupin also eavesdropped outside the door while speculating in this way. Then, he finally realized who the horror stories he had heard from the children before Ian came back came from - of course, even though he thought Ian's stories were not suitable for children, Lupin still eavesdropped outside attentively.

All of a sudden.

I almost forgot my habit of locking myself up at a certain time.

"Just like that, Ian, who was forced to become a mutant experiment subject, successfully overthrew the evil Umbrella Biotech Company, and chose to clean up the mutant monsters all over the world with the goddess of vengeance Alice."

"It seems that everything is gradually returning to normal. However, in pursuit of a strange licker, they fall into a licker cave and start the story of Ian and his pendant Alice's journey to Wonderland."

"If you want to know what happens next time, please peel two pounds of melon seeds for me tomorrow night." Of course, Ian would never tell a story verbatim. He has always been good at adding his own ideas to the stories.

This is not.

In order to hear lively and interesting stories again tomorrow night, the children patted their chests and made promises one by one. Ian immediately took out a large bag of melon seeds.

“Don’t peel it with your mouth!”

He also reminded all the little ones next to each other at bedtime.

Night falls.

The orphanage gradually became quiet.

Only the occasional barking of dogs in the distance broke the silence. A big black dog lay under a tree not far from the orphanage, warning other stray dogs that were trying to come up and do something bad.

Facing these wild dogs with a very English feel.

The big black dog's barking sounded quite panicked.

Just like what was said before, although under the inertia of fate, the remaining soul of Voldemort was eventually defeated by the magic of love, some things affected by the butterfly effect had already shifted.

……

Life goes on.

Life is still full of vitality and vigor.

a new day.

New beginning.

It was another confusing night and Ian failed to successfully step into the confusing fantasy world. He got up early in the morning and seemed a little depressed. He once again wanted to take the black-robed skeleton out of the small suitcase and beat him up.

however.

The black-robed skeleton seemed to have calculated the time accurately. As soon as Ian opened the small suitcase, one of its pale bony hands would immediately reach out and grab the zipper to seal the suitcase again.

He pulled away.

It closes.

He pulled away again.

It closed again. This tug-of-war lasted until breakfast time, when Ian was called away by Catherine knocking on the door. Ian, who was cursing in his heart, didn't know that the black-robed skeleton unzipped his pants and stuck his head out shortly after he left. After looking around, he crawled out and crawled under Ian's bed.

I don't know if it wants to jump out to scare the little wizard tonight. Anyway, after Ian came back from eating and drinking, he didn't find anything unusual under his bed or in his small suitcase.

"How long will it take me to return to the Twilight Zone?" Ian, feeling extremely depressed, sat at his desk with a pile of messy spare parts in front of him.

Just as the little wizard was sighing and assembling the items.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

There was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Come in."

Ian didn't even need to look back to tell who the person was from the footsteps and the "emotional individual" he sensed. It was the unkempt werewolf Lupin who looked like a tramp.

"Have you finally changed your mind?"

Ian raised an eyebrow and looked back at Lupin.

"No, I will never drink any liquid or eat any food you hand me." Lupin still looked so alert and defensive.

Judging from his behavior that he would rather spend all his money to go to Diagon Alley to buy wolfsbane potion after breakfast than let the young wizard make it for him, he was indeed very worried that Ian might use him as a test subject for the sewer beast.

"Then can you give me a tube of blood?"

Ian still persevered.

Lupin pretended not to hear.

"What are you doing."

He looked at Ian's desk and abruptly changed the subject.

"Of course, it's to create a great work that transcends the times." Ian held up the device that had been basically assembled and pressed the shutter directly in the direction of Lupin.

The sudden flash of light startled Lupin. After he came to his senses, he immediately felt his whole body and was relieved to find that he was not missing any limbs and had not suffered any soul attack.

This guy's misunderstanding of Ian was clearly getting deeper and deeper.

"camera?"

He looked at the square box in Ian's hand. If he hadn't seen a photo popping out from the bottom of the square box, he would have really suspected that the square box was an urn.

"Yes, but it's just a prototype. I haven't designed the exterior yet." Ian defended his artistic bacteria and shook the photos spit out of the square box in his hands.

"Magic Polaroid. You only need to buy my special potion and fill it into it, then you can get photos that move as soon as you take them. It also saves you the worry and trouble of developing photos with a traditional camera." Ian first gave a detailed introduction to his work, and then looked at Lupin with expectant eyes.

"There must be a market for a camera like this. How much do you think you would be willing to pay for it?" Ian's original intention was to do some market research.

however.

He had just spoken.

The next moment he realized he had asked the wrong person.

"I'd rather save my money than buy this kind of fancy stuff." Lupin also tried his best to think about it, and then gave an honest answer from the heart.

"Useless? Fancy? Ha! Do you know how advanced this camera is and how ahead of its time!" Ian placed the photo he had taken in front of Lupin and shook it.

"I also added a beauty function to it! Look how melancholy and handsome I made your temperament and appearance! All witches will go crazy for my creativity!"

Ian's tone was full of certainty.

Wizards are human too.

Who doesn’t like to look better?

"Beautification?" Lupin looked at the photo Ian handed over with some surprise. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't believe that the person in the photo was himself.

At this moment, he seemed to have understood a new term.

“Now you know how powerful this is.”

Ian snatched the photo from Lupin's hand with a smile.

"Isn't it for me?"

Lupin looked at Ian with some regret as he stuffed the photo into his arms.

"One piece of album paper costs one silver Sickle." Ian didn't even bother to spread his hands. He knew that he couldn't get any money from Lupin, an adult wizard.

"It's just a piece of paper. Even with your potion, the cost shouldn't be that high." Lupin said with a smack of his tongue. For him, one silver Sickle was already a huge amount of money.

"The cost must be kept secret, but if you think the price is high, it's definitely not my fault. This thing costs much more than eyebrow pencils or something like that."

Ian answered seriously.

Lupin didn't quite understand what the little wizard said next.

but.

After a moment's silence, he finally spoke.

"Why are you so obsessed with making money?"

This was a question that Lupin had never been able to figure out. In his opinion, the young wizard was already very rich, and the students studying at Hogwarts did not have any major expenses.

"you guess?"

Ian didn't respond.

"I guess you want to be hanged on a cross." Lupin answered seriously. He had been wandering for so many years and he was familiar with the way Muggles punished capitalists.

"..."

The young wizard didn't expect Lupin to be so aggressive.

"You must have bought the wolfsbane potion in Knockturn Alley. I can smell the scent of the sea through your clothes and the bottle cap." Ian fought back without giving in.

He chose to hurt people with the sharp knife of truth.

"?????"

Lupin was stunned at first, then as if he realized something, he hurriedly took out the wolfsbane potion. He carefully opened the bottle cap and checked it, looking quite panicked.

"You mean to say that this potion was filled with water?"

He said what he had figured out, his tone was quite doubtful. Lupin's potion knowledge was not bad, and he did not detect any problems based on his technical level.

"of course not."

Ian answered.

Just when Lupin was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It was the unscrupulous merchant who poured some wolfsbane into the water."

The young wizard corrected Lupin's word choice.

"..."

Lupin was suddenly struck by lightning, and his expression was as if he had lost a loved one.

"It seems that I am still too immature and don't have the courage of those unscrupulous businessmen." Ian sighed and took the bottle of "pigment" water from the stiff Lupin's hand.

"I have to go back to them!"

Lupin came to his senses with a look of resentment on his face. After taking back his wolfsbane potion, he gritted his teeth and was about to turn around and leave - he obviously wanted to settle the score with the wizard who sold him such fake medicine.

"If I were them, I would have run away."

Ian's words made Lupin feel hopeless again.

"Oh, by the way, are you looking for me to identify your wolfsbane potion for you?" Ian was still curious about why Lupin came to him.

"of course not."

Lupin sighed somewhat uneasily.

"Here's a letter for you, sent by an owl..." As he said that, he took out an envelope that looked extremely exquisite, and it even had some gold edges inlaid on it.

Judging from the appearance.

Lupin must have tried to remove the gold edges, but failed.

Perhaps noticing Ian's strange look, the somewhat embarrassed werewolf began to change the subject, "You have a good relationship with the pure-blood family?"

His words startled Ian slightly.

immediately.

As if he had thought of something, Ian immediately took the envelope from Lupin.

"Hahahaha! No! This time I have to use 'sister, sister, sister' to describe my mood!"

Ian saw the signature and words on the envelope, and he threw away the half-finished magic camera in his hand, and laughed in a way that made Lupin feel puzzled. Perhaps because he felt it was not standard, Ian whistled to call the Black Phoenix back, and then grabbed the Black Phoenix by the throat to make it laugh for him.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

This is finally the standard.

It fully explains Ian's mood at this moment.

"what happened to you?"

Lupin couldn't understand why the little wizard's mouth was almost stretched to his ears.

"Of course it transcends class."

Ian knew.

The compensation for himself has arrived. He opened the envelope directly, ignored the long letter inside, and then shook the envelope vigorously on his desk to remember it.

"Crackle, crackle~"

Say something.

Although Ian had already had some expectations, the large pile of keys that fell out still shocked him. There were dozens of keys, all with standard addresses written on them.

"Are these the keys to Gringotts?"

Lupin also came over in surprise.

"No!"

Ian reached out and rummaged in the envelope again, pulling out a thick stack of deeds stuck in the envelope. He slapped the deeds directly in front of Lu Ping like a nouveau riche.

"They are the keys to Diagon Alley."

Yes.

Ian was awarded a street in Diagon Alley.

Or maybe it could be said... a gesture of goodwill.

[ps: The additional 2 yuan will be finalized tomorrow, tonight, all night long!]

(End of this chapter)