Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 174 Chapter 173: The Real Punishment, the Mysterious Change
The Sorting Hat's voice was as loud as ever.

Except for Albus Dumbledore, who was leaning forward slightly.

Professor McGonagall and the other professors' expressions did not change. They just looked at Harry Potter a few more times and had no complaints about him being sorted into Slytherin House.

Even Professor Lockhart just glanced at Harry Potter with interest, and then started having a "pleasant" verbal interaction with Professor Newt Scamander beside him.

Yes, this year not only did the great alchemist Nick Flamel continue to serve as professor of alchemy, but even Newt Scamander, an authoritative expert on magical animals, also joined Hogwarts.

He would be the professor of the third-year elective Care of Magical Creatures, the previous professor having been admitted to the intensive care unit of St. Mungo's Hospital for the most common reason for the position.

According to rumors.

He started looking for dragons in the Forbidden Forest out of curiosity last semester when rumors of a giant dragon in the Forbidden Forest were rife, and there's basically nothing else to say about what happened next.

During the last period of last semester, the third-year students had no classes to attend, and Ian had just learned this information when he met Newt in the corridor.

"Professor Scamander, I have admired you for a long time... I have heard your legendary stories many years ago." It can only be said that Professor "Lockhart"'s compliment was a bit exaggerated.

He looked like he was flirting with the new professor who had moderate social anxiety. Compared to the famous savior, this fake writer was obviously more interested in the new employee Newt.

Writing admiration.

But Ian always felt that maybe it should be called caring about someone.

"Perhaps there are some other factors affecting my judgment. However, there is no doubt that you possess such qualities. Slytherin can help you succeed, child." When Harry Potter put down the Sorting Hat in his hand with excitement on his face, the Sorting Hat spoke to Harry Potter in a firm tone.

"I wasn't expelled! I'm already very satisfied!" Since Ron had never criticized Slytherin, the only threat from Slytherin was resolved by the little wizard.

The current Mr. Savior did not have much prejudice against Slytherin. He looked at Ian sitting at the Slytherin table and even thought it was not bad to join this college.

Maybe I heard it wrong before... Ian is not a student of Ravenclaw? In any case, it is really good for Harry to have a steady and reliable friend in the same college.

"welcome!"

The Slytherin prefect hugged Harry Potter warmly, but Harry Potter still chose to sit next to Ian. He probably never dreamed that Ian was just a visiting guest.

"Potter! We have Potter!"

"Harry Potter belongs to our Slytherin! I knew that a long time ago!"

"Yes! Ever since my dad used Potter brand shampoo, his hair has been falling out faster than before. Our whole family is convinced that Harry Potter must belong to us and be a Slytherin!"

……

Cheers broke out across the long table.

It was the Slytherin table instead of the Gryffindor table where Harry Potter should have belonged. Of course, although there was no booing, the Gryffindor students were still quite dissatisfied.

"Cheating! Someone must have cheated! He used despicable means to snatch Harry Potter away! Just like he once tried to snatch Ian Prince away with despicable means!"

The twin brothers wanted to point the finger at Snape, the head of Slytherin.

however.

Snape, however, had no intention of paying any attention to these guys. His eyes were always on Ian and Harry, who looked embarrassed and a little humble sitting next to Ian.

His expression was quite complicated.

Especially after he glanced at the Gryffindor table again and found that the little girl had been asking others about Ian, his eyes became even more complicated.

"Go back to your own academy!"

He used some kind of telepathic magic to send a message to Ian.

"what?"

Ian felt that his uncle's voice was less loving and more angry. He didn't know how he had offended him. Maybe he didn't write to his uncle much during the holidays?

"We have to slip away."

Under Harry's eager gaze, Ian stood up and brushed the non-existent dust off the butt of his robe.

There are quite a few new Slytherin students this year.

However, apart from the Malfoy trio, he only recognized Pansy Parkinson. This little girl and the others did not dare to look Ian in the eye for even a second.

It can be seen that Miss Daphne worked really hard to spread the "gospel" of the "Devil King" during the holidays, so much so that she might have been "exhausted" and directly missed this year's sorting ceremony.

It's an old trick.

The teenage witch might not know this.

She may have escaped the first day, but she probably won't be able to escape the fifteenth.

"where are you going?"

Harry seems to care a lot about Ian, which is probably because children are uneasy about unfamiliar environments and want to stay with people they are familiar with.

"Of course I'm going back to my own college... I've been sitting here for too long, and some petty people are unhappy." Ian glanced at Snape sitting in the classroom.

"What!?"

Harry was stunned when he heard this.

He realized that he might not have remembered Ian's house correctly.

My heart started to feel cold.

"Don't worry, the atmosphere in Slytherin is pretty good. My best friend can attest to that." Ian patted Aurora's shoulder, who was not very interested in the sorting.

"I'll take care of you for Ian's sake." Aurora expressed her attitude concisely and looked back at Ian who was about to return to the Ravenclaw table.

"As I just said, your [Corpse Explosion Spell] has a serious flaw. It simply cannot have the ability to spread to a whole city as you expected."

She spoke seriously.

It made Harry Potter shiver.

Mr. Savior found it hard to imagine what terrible topic the two little wizards were discussing before he came over.

Studying corpse plague?

He felt that maybe he didn't need so much care.

"As long as there are enough plague viruses, it won't be a problem for it to affect a country." Ian was also very confident. They had been discussing the issue of [nuclear deterrence] just now.

Aurora, or the idea of ​​Saint Education, believes that the wizarding world also needs to have its own [nuclear deterrent], so Ian just gave some of his own insights.

A conversation between two people.

This made Harry Potter feel even colder down his spine.

This seems a little different from what Mr. Savior imagined magic learning to be?
"It's just an academic exchange. Just like those pharmaceutical companies, they study viruses not necessarily to poison others." Ian saw Harry Potter's discomfort.

He found a reason that didn't sound wrong at first glance - at least Harry Potter noticed it. He felt it was a little strange but couldn't figure out what was strange.

"I've heard of a virus called Ebola virus... But I think it's too dangerous to study this kind of magic. Can't we study magic that can make people happy?"

"Of course, if there is a real need to study these things... I remember Ron had a rat he didn't want... It would definitely be much safer than using humans to conduct this kind of magical research."

Harry racked his brains and spoke carefully again. It was obvious that he was trying hard to blend into the environment, but his nature made it difficult for him to accept magic like the [Corpse Burst Curse].

……

Another debate.

What it attracted was Snape's constant urging.

Ian could only return to the Ravenclaw table with a feeling of unfulfilled desire.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

After everyone was seated, Albus Dumbledore rang his glass as usual, and the noisy atmosphere in the hall suddenly became as quiet as in a classroom.

"I know everyone must be starving, but before the banquet begins, I need to announce a few things." Dumbledore's magical voice was able to accurately reach the ears of every young wizard.

"First of all, I want to remind those naughty little wizards that your professor of dark arts has kept some things in the underground classroom. It is best not to sneak near there unless necessary."

"Although he assured us and the Ministry of Magic that his pet would not kill people, I don't quite trust him." Dumbledore came up and severely criticized Grindelwald.

The freshmen haven't reacted yet.

All the old students started wailing.

everybody knows.

Who will eventually have to face the things raised by the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

"Then the second thing is, due to some force majeure reasons, our original professor of Care of Magical Creatures may not be able to return to his post for a long time."

"Fortunately, I have persuaded the author of your textbook to take his place. I think Professor Newt Scamander will lead everyone to experience a whole new world of magical animals."

Dumbledore's voice fell.

The auditorium was suddenly filled with warm cheers and applause, which was completely different from before.

"Oh! The author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!"

"He set up the Werewolf Registry at the Ministry of Magic! He is a legend!"

"Hiss? Why do I remember that this professor has been a lawbreaker since he was a child? Did he sneak into the Ministry of Magic? My grandfather from America would definitely not believe this news." "Yes, this proves that our British Ministry of Magic is truly free and democratic!"

……

Although there were some unwilling voices among the discussions, most people were welcoming. Ian even heard Hermione complaining at the Gryffindor table.

"Oh my God! It's him! It's him! Mr. Scamander! Why can we only take his class in the third year!" Miss Beaver was obviously very familiar with the Hogwarts courses.

Her voice sounded quite resentful.

Amidst everyone's warm welcome, Newt was obviously not used to this kind of atmosphere. He stood up, bowed slightly, and just showed a rather shy smile.

The youthfulness seems to have never disappeared from this old man.

"Thank you, thank you all."

After Newt sat down, he was still a little at a loss. Fortunately, the considerate Professor "Lockhart" pulled over a plate and took the initiative to distract his attention and inner tension.

"Try it. The elves' cooking skills are definitely much better than before you were fired."

His words were direct.

Newt didn't detect any malice in it.

This socially anxious old man immediately picked up his fork with gratitude.

"What kind of meat is this?"

however.

After taking a bite, his expression suddenly became a little horrified.

"It's Niffler meat. Of course, considering your expertise and persistence, the Niffler meat I let the elves use is all Nifflers that died naturally without being tortured by slaughter."

Professor Lockhart smiled brightly.

"!!!???"

Newt's expression was full of disbelief.

I haven't offended the best-selling author in front of me!

Why do you do this to yourself?
Workplace bullying?

An intolerable quarrel was obviously about to take place. Fortunately, Dumbledore glared at Professor Lockhart in time, causing Professor Lockhart to sneer and admit that it was just a prank.

“It just tastes like ordinary rat meat caught from the toilet.” His words didn’t make Newt feel much better.

"Ugh~"

Newt even began to feel sick. The young wizard who had been watching this scene from the audience saw this and silently mourned for this enthusiastic, kind and generous new professor for a full ten seconds.

"Newt, I heard that you customized a suitcase for Ian?" Dumbledore had no choice but to pull Newt's seat slightly towards himself.

He prevented the poor descendants from continuing to be harmed by Grindelwald.

Simultaneously.

I also began to try to change the subject.

“Yes, I could see that he was very interested in raising some...biologically similar things, so I provided him with some help.” Newt took a sip of water and looked at the young wizard in the audience.

"I suppose there wouldn't be too many prohibited items in the suitcase you made for him?" Albus Dumbledore asked as if he knew the answer already.

"Forehead……"

Newt's eyes were a little evasive.

"No, not... a lot."

The sound of his reply was barely audible.

The most uncomfortable person in the whole dinner was perhaps not Harry Potter who had entered the lair of the dark wizard, but the new professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts.

A new semester has begun.

A dinner party full of joy and fresh energy is underway.

Ian noticed that William and Michael seemed to have grown a lot taller during the holidays.

"Did you eat Jinkela at home?"

Ian, who was originally quite satisfied with his height, looked at Michael, who was almost 1.7 meters tall, and William, who was only a little shorter than him with spiky hair.

He felt a sense of crisis about his height.

"What is Jinkela? Is it delicious?"

Michael still loves chicken drumsticks.

Lyrium, who was sitting opposite, even gave the chicken leg in his hand to the black guy.

"You were really sorted into Ravenclaw?"

Ian didn't have much memory of the scene at the Lyrium branch. Perhaps he was having a great chat with Aurora at the time, sharing their experiences during the holidays and their latest learning achievements.

"I've always had good luck, so naturally everything I wish for will come true." Lyrium responded to the little wizard with a chuckle. His movements and speed of eating were quite elegant.

"European Emperor, right?"

Ian looked at Lirim sitting opposite him suspiciously. Everyone ate for the rest of the time. After the dinner, the prefects of each house returned to the dormitory with the students of their respective colleges.

"Live across from us?"

After he saw the blond boy's dormitory, he felt even more surprised. Of course, since William and Michael had pulled him to the dormitory to see the big baby, he only looked back twice.

"Look! The flying broom my mom modified for me! The side can even freeze drinks!" This is Michael's time to show off, but the magic "new energy" broom he took out is very difficult to comment on.

Leather armchairs, side refrigerator, all it needs is a big color TV to make it perfect. I have to say that Heima's understanding of transportation is really forward-looking.

"Are you going to play Quidditch or travel..." Ian checked the traces of modification on it and it can be said that there is no trace of the four-star sweep at all.

"Let's look at my grandfather's works! They are works of epic creativity!" It can only be said that William's preferences have not changed. He still loves underwear with other people's patterns printed on it.

of course.

The underwear William showed this time was not the improved version with heating, but a pair of "spy" underwear equipped with a "seamless expansion spell" pocket, from which various tools could be taken out.

Maybe it's because he dotes on his grandson.

The pattern on the underwear can also be changed according to the user's creativity.

"..."

Ian felt even more difficult to judge than before.

What else could he say?

He could only use his high emotional intelligence to praise his two roommates and give them emotional value. After his two roommates were cheered up, Ian began to write a letter to send back to the orphanage.

Arrived at school.

After all, you need to report to your family that you are safe.

Not only did he write a letter, he also included the red envelope in pounds he had received from Mr. Granger. He didn't need pounds to study at Hogwarts.

"Just like before, put them under Ms. Elena's pillow. She will thank the Pillow Fairy." Ian handed the task of delivering the letter to my own Black Phoenix.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

Dark Phoenix gladly accepted.

but.

"Remember, don't steal money to exchange for snacks. Only a stupid bird like you would exchange one hundred pounds for a roast chicken!" Ian was still worried and reminded Black Phoenix harshly.

obviously.

He had encountered precedent.

After seeing the Black Phoenix fly out of the window and disappear into the night, Ian packed up his luggage, washed up and lay down on the bed.

"There's still a lot to do tomorrow."

Falling asleep is not difficult.

Ian fell into a deep sleep after closing his eyes for just a moment. The young wizard thought he would have a good dream, but he never expected to encounter something beyond his expectations.

"Huh? Why...why is it today?"

A familiar feeling arises.

The boundary between life and death was crossed silently.

Ian opened his somewhat dazed eyes.

(End of this chapter)