Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 186 185: The Giant Dies Tragically! Malfoy's Secret!
Grindelwald's words echoed throughout the office.

The expression is serious.

The tone is serious.

As a powerful prophet, there are rarely any secrets that he cannot know. However, the things surrounding Ian have made him feel that his talents are gradually losing their effectiveness.

It is not fatal.

But this former wizard leader was very confused and curious. In fact, he had always known that there was a secret between Ian and Dumbledore that he had noticed but had not yet fully uncovered.

all the time.

Grindelwald didn't care too much about this. He felt that he would have time to slowly see through the fog on Ian, and this mentality had undergone an irreversible change a few days ago.

Facing the stare of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Goo~"

Ian first resisted his desire for apples.

immediately.

"You know, I've always been popular and have many friends... I even have friends in the sea, but I don't know the name of the woman you're talking about..."

He was trying to play dumb and get away with it.

however.

Grindelwald, whose curiosity was already aroused, did not intend to let him go.

"Do you know a lot of crazy women?"

Grindelwald was obviously a little surprised, frowning with an extremely strange expression.

"Forehead……"

Ian was suddenly speechless.

He didn't dare to give any answer at all - to be honest, after listening to Grindelwald's experience and combining it with the golden apple on the table, he had no idea who his professor of dark magic had met.

Look at the past and present.

There are only a few wizards who can compete with Grindelwald.

The existence that could make Grindelwald describe it with words like "almost killed me" is obviously even rarer. Looking through all the history books, it is estimated that only the legends have such ability.

Because of this, it is highly likely that Grindelwald encountered a terrible witch in the past who was, for unknown reasons, cutting down golden apple trees all over the world and was ruthless, petty and terrible.

"It seems you know who I'm talking about." Grindelwald had been observing the changes in the little wizard's expression, and he accurately captured a hint of helplessness in Ian's eyes.

"perhaps?"

Ian gave an uncertain answer.

"If you tell me the answer, the apple will be yours." Grindelwald began to tempt him. He had noticed that Ian's attention was always on the golden apple.

"I think Aurora needs this apple more than I do. She is too weak...she needs more nourishment." Ian resisted the temptation of the golden apple. He knew very well that he did not need the golden apple to increase his magic power now.

The reason why his eyes were out of control was entirely because he was recalling the feeling when he took the golden apple. The experience of it melting in his mouth and then causing a qualitative change was a wonderful experience that he would never forget.

"You're quite generous."

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

He read unusual information in Ian's words.

This increased his doubts.

"I really don't know what you went through, and why you feel that it was because of me that you were able to... escape." Ian once again chose to avoid the main point.

His truthfulness remains the same as always.

It's true that he wasn't being ambiguous on purpose. Ian was only sure of who Grindelwald had met, but he was also confused about why Morgan, who was still alive, knew about him.

"That guy...that crazy woman...left me a message before kicking me away...For the sake of that funny little pig, get out of here..."

Grindelwald's voice was filled with shame.

annoyed.

And helpless.

This was perhaps the first time that such an emotion arose in him.

"what?"

Ian was stunned when he heard this.

"Why is this description directed at me?"

Although he was 100% sure of Grindelwald's fate when he heard the familiar title at this time, he still felt a little surprised and indignant that Grindelwald directed the title at him.

"I think I know better than anyone which part of my memory has been forcibly read by others for the longest time!" Grindelwald spoke with a hint of gritted teeth.

He probably had never suffered such a great humiliation in his life.

"It's thousands of years long, little guy. You have old friends in a place like that. Aren't your so-called popularity and connections a little too outrageous?"

Grindelwald spoke directly, his deep eyes fixed on the little wizard - God knows how many times Grindelwald tossed and turned in the past few days.

He thought about this question even in his dreams. If he didn't know everything about the young wizard's life from birth to now, he would have suspected that the young wizard was some old monster. The unreasonable growth rate of magic power and the ability to understand magic made him look like an old wizard in a state of "amnesia" who was trying to regain the knowledge and power he once had.

"I don't know about that, professor. Maybe what you are talking about hasn't happened yet. Of course, I can't know." Ian spread his hands helplessly, looking very depressed.

This is a half-true and half-false statement.

He did have such a guess, but he did not tell anyone about the information he knew about Morgan, and he did not even want to mention his relationship with Morgan.

The less trouble, the better.

Just act dumb and that's all.

The professor of black magic in front of him was someone who had offended Morgan. And between his beloved teacher and respected professor, he didn't need to think too much about how to choose.

It has nothing to do with feelings.

It's just about price/performance ratio.

It would be less harmful to make Grindelwald angry than to make Morgan angry.

On one side is the person who has been beaten up, and on the other side is the person who can beat Grindelwald and him together. Even if you pull the Fang that Hagrid raised over, Fang should know how to choose.

"If I understand correctly, you are telling me that you might go back to the past at some point in the future and establish friendship and bond with a legend thousands of years ago. And you are not the least bit surprised that such a thing would happen. You are calm as if you heard something very ordinary?"

Grindelwald sneered.

His face was full of an expression of "Do you believe me or not?"

"Yes, that's it."

Ian nodded quickly.

"Of course I was also shocked and very frightened, or even uneasy, but I just didn't show it." He made an excuse for not updating his facial expression in time.

"This is actually related to the fact that I am now numb with shock. You may not know that just now, I accidentally went back to nearly a hundred years ago because of Professor Dumbledore's mistake."

"I even met a young Professor Dumbledore at Hogwarts during that era, and he and I had a fight, and I still haven't recovered from it."

The young wizard patted his chest with a look of fear.

There was finally a hint of belated shock in his eyes.

And facing his performance.

Grindelwald, who was originally watching the little wizard's performance with a half-smile, first froze with his narrow eyes, and then suddenly widened and emitted a gleam of light.

"Okay, okay! After most of my life! I finally caught who was slandering me! You learned sneak attacks from me, right? Using the water of life and death to pierce someone's vitals was taught by me, right?"

An expression of annoyance appeared on his gloomy face, which was even more gritting his teeth than before.

I can tell.

Perhaps Ian's casual mention in the past must have caused a lot of trouble for Grindelwald. God knows how much more grievances and hatreds between this guy and Dumbledore there are.

"..."

It was only at this time that the little wizard realized some problems.

"I just said that you have always wanted to take me as your apprentice. I am not trying to fool Dumbledore..." Ian wanted to explain himself, but he saw Grindelwald start to look for his wand all over the table.

That angry look.

It's as scary as "cleaning up the house".

"!!!"

Upon seeing this, Ian immediately turned around and ran away - not because he was afraid of fighting with Grindelwald, that was only a secondary reason. He mainly took this opportunity to get rid of the questioning of the Professor of Dark Arts.

This is not.

In a blink of an eye.

Ian ran out of the classroom and turned into a puff of white smoke and rushed to the Room of Requirement. When Grindelwald found his wand and looked up, he had already run into the Room of Requirement and set up thirteen ambushes.

Such speed.

Most wizards are probably far behind.

"It's all because of Headmaster Dumbledore that I'm stressed out." Ian didn't see Grindelwald catching up for a long time, so he breathed a sigh of relief and started to wash up in the Room of Requirement.

how to say.

In fact, Grindelwald never thought of chasing him out.

Really want to take action.

There was no need for him to look for his wand everywhere.

"Agamot...Morgan...Mopsus...Enzo...Ravenclaw...Slytherin...Perhaps there are more targets that I haven't found yet..."

Grindelwald sat back down after Ian left, his anger having instantly disappeared.

Instead, there is only deep thought.

He had already obtained the information he wanted from his communication with the little wizard.

Although not as clear as expected.

But it was enough for him to figure out a clear context.

"To fool fate, it requires the participation of great men and prophets... and it requires the involvement of so many legends... what kind of scene would that be?"

Grindelwald whispered.

After a while.

He suddenly chuckled.

His expectant eyes once again fell on the golden apple on the table.

"Anyway, Albus's daring attempt did open the door to history. And I may have caught a glimpse of a taboo that he may not even be aware of." The low whisper was full of interest.

obviously.

Grindelwald carrying Dumbledore on his back.

He made more than one secret solo trip. Of course, he knew that such behavior might alienate him from Dumbledore again, but he also knew that he could not stop exploring.

This is a temptation that no prophet can resist.

……

Morning comes.

A gentle blue-purple hue just appeared on the horizon.

The stars have not yet completely disappeared, and the first ray of sunlight is quietly passing through the spires and towers of the castle, covering this magical school with a faint golden glow.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of potions and the fresh scent of ancient stone bricks.

The little wizards walked through the corridors.

Everything seemed so peaceful and full of life. Ian also stepped out of the Room of Requirement after washing up, but he did not immediately go to the auditorium to have breakfast.

"Sure enough, someone has discovered it." Ian's eyes passed over the staggered corridors and suspended candles, and finally stopped at the quiet corner where he met Lirium last night.

A small group of little wizards had gathered there at this moment.

[I...have returned from death! ]

Bright red handwriting.

It did attract quite a few little wizards to watch.

And there was a big guy like Hagrid who was maintaining order by the wall.

"What's going on here?"

Ian walked towards Ian in some confusion. Of course, he had seen the handwriting here a long time ago, but his Black Phoenix had been on guard all night and did not find anyone killed.

Since there was no accident.

Why would Hagrid be here trying to disperse everyone?

"You little brats, can't you just get ready for class... I've already told you, this is just a prank." Hagrid was still trying hard to drive away the little wizards who were watching.

however.

The little wizards didn't believe it.

"I don't believe it! All the owls were scared away!"

"Yes! My Monroe was trembling with fear in my bed last night! She is a brave female cat. She even dares to kiss Professor Snape's shoes!"

"There must be a monster! My Scabbers! My poor Scabbers has been eaten! Woohoo!"

……

Seniors and underclassmen alike were grumbling.

Ian also saw Ron crying loudly, as if he was heartbroken. The red-haired Weasley, who had just entered school, was sitting on the ground in a depressed state with a look of grief on his face.

"I have lived my whole life and finally got something that belongs to me alone. Now it is gone. Tell me, what is the meaning of my living in this world?"

Ron looked desperate, as if he might jump off the building if he didn't agree with something.

His twin brother comforted him with some disgust.

"What! Your rat is gone?" Ian came forward, covering his pocket full of "food" stored last year. He looked even more unwilling to accept the reality than Ron, who had lost "half of his property".

"Yes! Woo woo woo! My mouse is gone!" When Ron saw Ian, who cared about him more than his brother, he immediately thought that he had found someone who could empathize with him.

He wanted to move his butt a few times to hug Ian's thighs.

The little wizard dodged it nimbly.

"Someone said they heard wailing in the sewer yesterday. I think some magical creature must have broken into the school, and it must be a magical creature that eats mice."

"The wailing of mice is not that loud. I think Snape must have been dragged in and eaten... Ian, please accept my condolences. Don't forget to call us when you inherit the property."

"But I think that cry was like the wailing of some large creature. Of course, that creature must have eaten Snape, and then it was eaten by an even more powerful creature."

George and Fred were analyzing it one sentence at a time.

They still hated Snape so much.

"Could it have run away? I can help you find it!" Ian was eager to take out his own survival map. He was hoping to catch Banban and conduct some experiments that might lead to scenarios like "I don't know", "I thought it was a mouse", "I really didn't know it was a human", "We are all trying our best to live".

Just as Ian was reaching into his purse.

"Mr. Prince, I think I should apologize to you. My offense to you and your friend yesterday was really too rude and stupid."

Malfoy, with his platinum-blond hair, suddenly squeezed in next to Ian.

He bowed deeply to Ian, speaking sincerely. For some reason, the two followers of this little devil were not following him at this time.

"What rumors have you heard?"

Ian sensed Malfoy's inner panic.

"No...no...I...I just feel from the bottom of my heart that I did something wrong." When Malfoy raised his head, people could see that both sides of his face were a little swollen.

I don’t know who slapped me.

"Really, that's it. I've repented, I've realized my bad roots, and I want to start a new life." Malfoy felt Ian's gaze and suddenly became more nervous.

His expression became a little stiff, and he didn't dare to make eye contact with Ian.

"Do you know what happened here?" Ian didn't care about Malfoy's inner thoughts. He was just very interested in what the little wizards were discussing.

"I……"

Malfoy seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"do not know much."

He held it in for a long time, but in the end he could only shake his head wildly. The guilty expression made the little wizard look sideways, and Ian's suspicious gaze made the guy panic.

"I, I'll go and ask for you."

Malfoy said as he began to push his way into the crowd.

Ian noted in a daze.

When he turned around, he very deliberately reached into his robe and threw it directly at Ian's feet. He looked back several times as if he was afraid that Ian didn't notice.

"You dropped something."

Ian helped Malfoy pick up the delicate little bag.

"what?"

Malfoy was visibly relieved when he spotted Ian picking up something.

but.

In response to Ian handing over the small cloth bag.

He was behaving strangely.

"It wasn't me who dropped it! Yes! It really wasn't me who dropped it! I didn't know!" The man who lied with his eyes open waved his hands and shook his head frantically. Then he squeezed into the crowd and ran madly towards the stairs.

"What the hell?"

Ian followed out of the crowd.

However, he found that Malfoy had already run very far away. After falling down the stairs, he used his hands and feet to climb up. In less than half a minute, he disappeared from his sight.

"Are you trying to frame me? Or bribe me?"

The young wizard weighed the small cloth bag with some curiosity.

Opened the bag.

The sun shines over.

There was a faint reflection in it.

……

Slytherin common room.

Boys dormitory.

After Malfoy ran back to his dormitory with full force, he first closed the door and lay on the bed to breathe heavily for a long time. Then, he got up with an anxious and worried expression and walked to the desk.

"Is this really okay? Will he think I'm harming him... I've made inquiries. If I really anger him, my parents and my ancestors will all be doomed along with me!"

He slowly wrote a line in an old diary.

It doesn't look thick, and the date printed in ink on the cover has faded a little. I don't know how long it has been there. Apart from this, there is no other content.

And along with Malfoy wrote the words.

The magic of this diary also began to emerge.

The boy's handwriting disappeared quickly.

After a while.

"Dumbledore and the professors are unreliable. You and I can only rely on this special little wizard. You may even win an award for special contribution to the school for your help to him."

"Just like I used to be." A line of handwriting began to appear on the diary, which had become tidy again, as if an invisible person was writing with ink.

"This is to deal with He Who Must Not Be Named! And I just want to have a chance to survive!" Malfoy didn't care about such instigation.

He looked pale.

He wrote another line of words with a rather uneasy mood.

This line of words also disappeared quickly.

After a long while, the diary did not respond.

Just when Malfoy thought that the mysterious guy in the diary was not going to continue talking.

"Who doesn't want to live?"

A sentence suddenly appeared in the empty diary.

"Voldemort is a madman, but I am not."

The faint traces of ink spontaneously connect together.

After a few seconds it was displayed.

Disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)