Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 18 18: Surprise! It comes faster than tomorrow!

Chapter 18 18: Surprise! It comes faster than tomorrow!
After the sun rises, Hogsmeade village is peaceful and lively.

Between the villages, wisps of smoke rose up, intertwining with the morning mist. It was still early, but there were already many wizards wandering the streets, drinking, chatting and relaxing.

The windows of the cabin are not big, but they are inlaid with transparent glass. Whenever the sunlight penetrates the clouds and falls gently, it will cast mottled light and shadows in the house.

Occasionally, a few vines are entwined on the window frames, and a few unknown small flowers are dotted among the green leaves, swaying gently in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance mixed with a hint of earth.

"Wash your teeth! Brush your face! Welcome a brand new day!"

This was not Ian's second day in Hogsmeade. In fact, he had been here for several days, and Snape, who had abandoned him here, had never come once during this time.

If Ian's self-care ability was not far superior to that of his peers, for a little boy in his early teens to live in an unfamiliar place, the difficulty would definitely be no less than that of surviving in the wilderness.

"Eat a honey pie and start a self-disciplined day!"

Ian was already completely familiar with the various environments of this place. He first bought breakfast at Honeydukes dessert shop, and then went to the Three Broomsticks Bar to buy a glass of lemonade.

"Nice to meet you, little Ian."

The bar owner, Rosmerta, is a lady with lingering charm. Her aura, which has been accumulated over the years, can charm many regular customers, but it obviously has no effect on Ian.

He prefers cute little girls.

"I'd be happy to meet you, too, if you could sell me a glass of butterbeer, Ms. Rosmerta." Ian's eyes were fixed on the wine cabinet behind Rosmerta.

He has always been interested in the butterbeer that everyone who drinks it praises, but unfortunately, he has not been able to get what he wants after several attempts in the past few days.

Gold Galleons sometimes lose their effect.

"If you could grow up to be thirteen immediately, I would be very happy to buy you a drink." This was obviously another tactful rejection of Ian by Rosmerta.

"Rules are dead, people are alive, and only by being flexible can you make big money."

Ian still didn't give up.

"What you said is very interesting. However, compared to the illusory idea of making a lot of money, I think a fine from the Ministry of Magic is closer to me."

Rosmerta smiled and handed Ian a glass of lemonade.

Ian's face was distorted by the sour lemonade without sugar.

Of course he couldn't blame anyone else.

He could only blame himself for not being able to get used to the tea with milk and soup added.

"It's time to sleep! It's time to sleep! This batch of lemons must have been sprinkled with acidifier!"

Ian's eyes, which were still a little sleepy, suddenly became much clearer.

"Hahaha, I don't sell that kind of lemons, I just squeezed two more lemons for you!" Rosmerta laughed happily and grabbed the money that Ian put on the table.

This is to prevent Ian from possibly returning the goods.

"..."

Ian faced "full of malice" from adult wizards.

What could he do?

Of course, I could only mutter to myself "I earned 2 lemons" to comfort myself, stuffed two Maomaoya mints into my mouth, and quickly evacuated the lair of this "evil wizard".

He has become familiar with many shops in the town these days and has integrated into the environment very quickly. Most young wizards do not have his adaptability.

to be frank.

In fact, Ian has not yet fully adapted to the lifestyle of the wizards here.

Prices are much higher than in the Muggle world.

If it weren't for the cold gold Galleons left by Snape, he might have become a little boy selling wild vegetables on the streets. Ron would have called him pitiful.

"Little Ian, do you want to play another game of wizard chess?"

In addition to shops on both sides of the cobblestone street, there were also various vendors. A middle-aged wizard wearing a funny top hat waved to Ian enthusiastically.

He sets up a chess stall here specifically to challenge other chess players. The fee is not expensive, one silver Sickle for a game, and if you win, you can get five silver Sickles from him.

"You'd better go and cheat someone else. I'm just a child." Ian's gaze stayed on the moving chess pieces on the table for just a moment.

He refused firmly.

The reason is naturally because he has been cheated out of several silver Sickles by the chess player. This chess player understands psychology and always gives you the feeling that you are just a narrow loser.

No matter whether it is a wizard chess novice like Ian, or those veterans who have been immersed in the game for many years, in the end they can only give up a silver Sickle with a sigh of "what a pity".

at the very beginning.

Ian still thought that he might be a rare wizard chess genius, but ever since he saw an international wizard chess contestant also gave up the silver Sickle with a "what a pity", he understood the money-making routine used by sinister chess players and never attempted to challenge them again.

"Honestly, you are very talented. If you practice more, maybe you can win."

The chess vendor's voice was serious. Ian pretended not to hear it.

Jogging away from one of the unforgivable things in gambling and drugs.

"The flames are blazing!"

The sound of a spell rang out.

A flame shot out from the tip of the elder wand.

Just as Ian had planned.

Return to the cabin.

He began a day of self-discipline.

He has already learned four spells from "Standard Spells: Elementary", namely, Illumination, Levitation, Unlocking, and Repairing, all of which have reached the entry-level level.

The spell he was practicing now was his fifth spell, which was also one of the few practical spells in the first-grade textbook that could cause some attack effects.

Arson spell.

It is a spell that can summon a jet of flame that can be used to set things on fire. Most of the time, it is just used to replace Muggles' lighters or flamethrowers.

but.

If the flames released by the spell were to spray onto a person, it would inevitably cause certain burns. This was one of the few means of attack available to a first-year wizard.

"The flames are blazing!"

The flames flickered alternately.

Ian's proficiency on his personal panel is also increasing.

[Arson Spell (Level 1): 1/100]

When the skills on his personal panel reached level one, a familiar feeling of fatigue enveloped Ian's whole body. He knew that he should temporarily stop his learning pace today.

Clean up.

Do some laundry.

There are actually a lot of things to do. Although this kind of life without a TV lacks some of the fun brought by technology, it is also fulfilling in its own way.

When night falls.

Ian went to bed earlier than usual, for the simple reason that today was the special day when he would enter a world of fantasy in his dreams.

"I have to see if Ariana is back."

As his consciousness crossed a certain boundary in his coma and stepped into the world of the dead that was completely isolated from the mortal world, Ian slowly opened his eyes on the other side of the mortal world.

"Ok?"

The scene before my eyes gradually became clear.

however.

Ian did not see the dreamlike grass and sky, nor did he see the shady trees and welcoming birds that he was accustomed to. It was as if he had come to an extremely strange place.

A palace.

Magnificent.

After Ian showed up.

Countless pieces of furniture seemed to come alive, growing arms and legs and starting to run away.

"Human! It's human!"

"very scary!"

"Wow! Help!"

In the midst of noisy chaos.

Only one golden bench remained unchanged.

"This is really... unexpected."

The witch sat on it.

Look up at the visitor.