Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 182 Chapter 181: Timeline, Beginning

in the corridor.

No one could hear the conversation between Lyrium and the Nightingale.

While they were expressing their opinions about Ian, Ian had already arrived outside the alchemy professor's office. The door of Nick Flamel's office was much easier to find than the door of Arthur King's office.

This is probably related to the fact that Nick Flamel never refuses any students who ask for advice, and is not even reluctant to spend his time on those students who are not as talented.

His teaching approach is obviously very different from that of the previous alchemy professor Arthur King. He does not have different tendencies and teaching methods for students with different talents.

to be frank.

The evaluation of Professor Arthur King, who suddenly resigned, among students is really polarized. Among those groups with less outstanding talents, the evaluation of Nick Flamel's teaching is far worse than that of Nick Flamel.

In fact, if you think about it, it is understandable. Words like "You don't even know this?" or "Wasn't what I said easy to understand?" may indeed seem a bit sarcastic in the eyes of people who are not so outstanding.

Ian understands Jin Paopao very well, but judging from his professionalism towards the teaching profession, Nick Lemay is indeed much more serious and responsible than Jin Paopao.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

In front of the door that anyone could find, Ian knocked gently on the wooden door. He did not hear any movement in the office. Obviously, Nick Flamel was not conducting any dangerous experiments.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

After waiting for a while and no one responded, Ian knocked on the office door again. He believed that Nick Lemay was not asleep. After all, people over 70 or 80 years old don't get much sleep.

Not to mention this living fossil that is hundreds of years old... This is not the first time that Ian has come to see Nick Flamel in the middle of the night, so he probably has a certain understanding of Nick Flamel's biological clock.

This is not.

After he knocked on the door several times, he heard footsteps from inside the room. Soon, the footsteps approached the door, and then someone turned the doorknob.

"Strange... Is the automatic switch device of the gate faulty?" Ian, who had been to Nick Lemay's office many times, had just come up with this slightly confusing guess in his mind.

next moment.

The door opens.

He finally understood why - of course it was not because there was any damage to Nick Flamel's device, but because the person in the room was not Nick Flamel, who had the authority to the room.

"Harry Potter?"

Ian was slightly stunned when he saw the person who opened the door. Yes, that's right, the figure that came into view after the door opened was the savior who was now in Slytherin College.

The shiny black, slightly messy hair covered the scar on his forehead. Even after going to Slytherin, Harry Potter seemed to be uncomfortable with the compliments of others on his identity as a savior.

"Good evening, Ian..." Harry Potter was obviously stunned when he saw Ian, but he quickly came to his senses, scratched the back of his head and greeted Ian.

"Good evening, Harry, isn't it break time now? Why are you in Professor Nick Flamel's office?" Ian looked at Harry Potter in surprise.

The Savior who didn't go to Gryffindor seemed even more unruly than the one who studied in Gryffindor. At this time, even the senior students didn't dare to wander around outside casually.

Not to mention the new students who just enrolled this year, no, tonight... Ian has seen two such little wizards, one is Harry Potter in front of him, and the other is Lyrium whom he met just now.

Even he himself is not so "audacious"!
Facing Ian's suspicious gaze.

Harry Potter's expression became more and more embarrassed. "Actually, I blocked the toilet in the dormitory, so I was forced to go to the bathroom in the corridor to continue my diarrhea."

"There I met Professor Flamel, who said he was interested in my scar, so I followed him to his office to assist him with his research." Harry Potter was obviously unable to speak about this socially deadly scene, but after he finished speaking, he still couldn't help but defend his situation.

"I think I must have eaten too much at the dinner party." He emphasized his situation, tried to clear his own ass and put the blame on his stomach for the clogged toilet.

Simultaneously.

This guy also explained why he, as a freshman, was in Nick LeMay's office when the course was supposed to be only for upperclassmen.

"..."

to be frank.

Ian didn't care at all whether Harry Potter was a monster or not. He was only curious about the scar on Harry Potter's forehead and whether Master Nick Flamel had identified the identity of Harry Potter's Horcrux.

"What did Professor Flamel say?"

He asked tentatively.

Harry Potter shook his head in confusion.

"Professor Flamel hasn't said anything yet. He was called away by Headmaster Dumbledore and asked me to wait for him in his office." There was a sense of helplessness in Mr. Savior's tone.

As soon as I heard him, I knew he had been waiting in this office for a long time. Maybe he had taken a nap because he was too sleepy, which could be seen from the speed at which he opened the door for Ian and the eye mucus in the corner of his eye.

"Okay, let's wait together. I also have something I want to consult our alchemy professor about." Ian then stepped into Nick Flamel's office.

Compared with the previous semester.

A lot has changed in Nick Flamel's office.

The light in the room is soft and warm, coming from the chandeliers inlaid with glimmering gemstones on the ceiling. They emit a soft and non-glaring light, illuminating the entire space, while cleverly retaining the sense of mystery. The walls are covered with various alchemical manuscripts, ancient maps, and scrolls depicting strange symbols.

In the center of the room, there is a huge oak desk with several open books scattered on the table. Between the pages are dried plant specimens and mineral fragments that sparkle with strange light.

There was also a set of exquisite alchemical instruments on the desk, including silver crucibles, delicate test tube racks, and various flasks and mortars. Some of them were yellowed and some were brand new, as if they were revealing Nick Flamel's recent research. Unfortunately, Ian was unable to understand this part.

Although his level of alchemy was not low, there was still a big gap between him and Nick Flamel.

"Professor Nick Flamel said you are his most outstanding student." After closing the door, Harry Potter followed Ian back to the central area of ​​the office.

There was a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"It's okay. I have some talent in alchemy." Ian did not seize the opportunity to brag because his attention was attracted by another thing in the office.

I saw.

A huge instrument stands there.

The various difficult-to-understand scales on the dashboard, which lacks needles, are clear and bright.

This is of course the bell that Ian brought back to the real world from the hazy fantasy. It looks much new now. Perhaps Nick Flamel has spent the entire summer studying how to repair it.

I just don't know how far the repairs have progressed. "Do you know what this is?" Harry Potter noticed Ian's gaze. He had actually been curious about this large clock that took up a lot of space.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a bell." Ian's answer was no different from not answering at all. Most normal people could tell what this thing was.

Even though Harry Potter is extremely nearsighted, he is not so nearsighted that he is blind. Living in his aunt's house in the past did not affect his basic understanding of things.

"I want to ask, do you know what it is used for?" Harry Potter did not complain about Ian's answer, but chose to reflect on himself and correct his previous wording.

He obviously thought that the young wizard had misunderstood his question - otherwise how could he be called a kind-hearted Harry? He would rather believe that he did not express himself clearly than believe that Ian was a shameless senior.

"As you can see, a bell, its function is of course..." Ian wanted to publish some nonsense literature, but he was very curious and couldn't control his hands.

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch Big Ben. And because of this naughty behavior, his original intention to tease Harry Potter was immediately stopped.

no way.

It wasn't Ian who wanted to stop.

But he had to stop.

Although he did not feel anything like someone was strangling his throat, he still encountered an unexpected situation - in front of the ancient and mysterious bell, his magic power surged like a wild horse running out of control, and without any warning, he was pulled by an invisible force and rushed madly into the huge, ancient bell in front of him.

"what happened?"

As Ian's magic power was absorbed, the surface of the clock suddenly burst into brilliant rune light, like the brightest star in the night sky. A warm and strong light instantly enveloped Ian.

At this moment, Ian's world seemed to be isolated. He felt as if he was in a completely new dimension. Everything around him was changing dramatically in an indescribable way.

Even Harry Potter, who was not far away, disappeared from his sight. Everything around him was so chaotic, slightly similar to the feeling Ian experienced in the hazy night.

of course.

There are also differences.

It's just that the difference is not very obvious.

Ian didn't know how to describe this experience.

He just frowned.

"Am I being pulled into a hazy fantasy?" The young wizard felt the magic power being pulled into his body, and he began to try to control his magic power and prevent it from flowing towards the bell.

how to say.

Perhaps the little wizard's control over his own magic power was indeed strong enough, or perhaps the magic power that Da Zhong wanted had reached the threshold, so he gradually regained control of his magic power.

"Whoo~"

The young wizard breathed a sigh of relief.

In his perception.

The magical fluctuations on Big Ben began to weaken.

As the brilliant runes slowly dimmed, the strange visions around them also gradually began to disappear, and the light and energy that enveloped Ian also slowly dissipated.

"This magical activity consumes a lot of my energy. I guess it wouldn't consume this much energy if I released the Avada Plague for an hour straight." Ian covered his slightly dizzy head.

He was somewhat thankful that his magic power was not overdrawn, but also somewhat annoyed that he should not have been so naughty as to want to touch an alchemical creation that was still under repair.

"Harry?"

Ian saw that everything around him was clear. Just when he was about to discuss some issues of concealing the truth with Harry, he found that he could not find the savior in his sight at all.

Never mind Harry Potter.

Even the entire office seemed to have undergone a drastic change.

"What the hell!" Ian was surprised to find that he was no longer in the original place, but in an alchemy classroom full of mystery and fantasy.

This alchemy classroom is spacious and bright, with several ancient magic chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, emitting a soft and warm light, illuminating the entire room. The walls are inlaid with various strange runes and alchemy patterns, which seem to have life, flashing mysteriously under the faint light.

In the center of the classroom stands a huge alchemical workbench, filled with all kinds of precious materials, test tubes, beakers, and complex alchemical devices.

The air was filled with a light herbal and metallic aroma.

"This is still Hogwarts for sure!" Ian couldn't help but look out the window. It was still raining heavily outside, and the swaying shadows of the trees and the environment showed that he did not travel to a new world or a new area for the second time.

"Have I entered the other world of Hogwarts?" Ian looked around, his heart filled with wonder and curiosity. He gently opened the door and walked out of this alchemy classroom full of fantasy.

A familiar corridor greeted me.

The ancient portraits and magical decorations were still placed on both sides of the corridor, quietly watching everyone who passed by. However, although the corridor looked the same as before, Ian felt an indescribable subtle change, as if the whole world had undergone some subtle transformation the moment he was enveloped by the light.

It's hard to describe the feeling.

Or maybe it's just pure intuition.

"The people on these murals are still the same people, and they haven't turned into creepy monsters... Maybe it's not the other world?" Ian always felt that this Hogwarts was not normal.

He pulled out his wand, slightly wary.

And at this time.

"Little guy over there, why are you not sleeping so late at night? Huh? Are you a big shot in Hogwarts?" A gentle and slightly majestic voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the little wizard.

From behind.

Ian turned around immediately.

He saw...those deep blue eyes.

Albus Dumbledore.

Younger version.

[ps: Marriage, talk about collapse, delayed until the day after tomorrow, 8000 words become
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