Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 188: Possession and the Authority of Death
The closer the crystal ball got to Harry.

The stronger the red light it emits, the brighter it becomes. Even the sunlight seems to be driven away at this moment. The entire deserted corner seems to be painted red.

It is like a lit flame, dazzling.

at the same time.

As Ian moved the crystal ball closer.

The scar on Harry's forehead also seemed to respond to some special call.

The lightning-shaped scar also flashed red light, and the rise and fall of the light was like breathing, perfectly synchronized with the red light of the crystal ball, forming an indescribable synchronous flashing.

"Interesting." Ian narrowed his eyes slightly. He keenly realized that this situation was definitely not normal, and there might be some interesting secrets hidden behind it.

"This...what is going on." Harry Potter obviously felt something was wrong. His scar was getting hot, which made him panic and he raised his hand to cover his forehead.

"I think it's some small accident? It's related to the formation of your scar." Ian looked at the crystal ball in his hand. Inside the deep crystal ball, something seemed to be quietly moving. It was a pair of looming hands, pitch black, as if they were stretched out from the endless darkness.

In his hand he was holding something twisted.

The picture was not clear.

But you can vaguely see the vague outline.

Although the hands were blurry, Ian could feel the strong presence they exuded.

Sometimes they condense into shape, and sometimes they disappear without a trace, like phantoms in the wind, making it hard to grasp. The only thing that is certain is that these two pitch-black claws do not belong to humans.

"Malfoy is really... a little unexpected." Ian didn't know where Malfoy's crystal ball came from, but he knew very well that this crystal ball must be related to Voldemort.

Thinking about the situation of the Malfoy family and the abnormality in Harry Potter's scar, even if the little wizard was slow to react, he could probably see something strange.

of course.

What he was most curious about now was why Malfoy gave him such a crystal ball. A detection tool that could reveal one of Voldemort's Horcruxes would definitely be a betrayal to Voldemort.

"What Malfoy?"

Harry Potter covered his scar with both hands.

He felt that not only was his scar hot, but his brain seemed to be boiling hot. This feeling, which was even worse than a severe fever, made the 11-year-old boy quite panic.

Can't compare.

He cared more about what Ian had done before.

"Ian, you said that this crystal ball is related to my scar? Is it related to the demon who killed my parents and whose name cannot be mentioned and who has killed many people?" Harry Potter shook his dizzy head vigorously. His expression immediately became serious when he mentioned the tragic murder of his family.

As someone who has always lived in the Muggle world, Harry Potter knows nothing about the chaos that the wizarding world once experienced. He only knows that his parents died at the hands of the person who left him with this scar.

Although many people praised him as the boy who survived the disaster and sang praises for his victory over the evil dark wizard, for him he only remembered some extremely scattered scenes.

It's a picture that's all green light.

Say something unpleasant.

He didn't even know what his enemy looked like. Because of this, when he heard Ian mention his enemy, Harry Potter immediately looked up at Ian.

"That's not a demon, it's just a... mortal." Ian's response was to correct Harry's wording. He quite liked some of the words used by the young version of Dumbledore.

"Can you tell me some more information?"

His eyes were filled with longing for the past.

"Of course, no problem. However, I think we should study what this crystal ball is trying to reveal..." Just as Ian was trying to sort out the priorities for Harry Potter.

The crystal ball in his hand suddenly oozed blood with a rusty smell. The crystal ball continued to get hot in his palm, but this was not something unbearable for the young wizard.

But Harry Potter, whose forehead seemed to be burning, was completely different.

"what!!"

The crystal ball is dripping with blood.

at the same time.

Harry Potter's eyes also changed suddenly.

His originally clear green pupils instantly turned into snake-like vertical pupils.

Ferocious and terrifying.

Seems extremely weird.

“Stop.”

Harry uttered a breath through his teeth, and black slime oozed from his scar.

“It’s roaring…it’s angry…”

Harry Potter, who had been roaring in pain, let out an incomprehensible cry. Then, he held his head with his hands, fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face, and began to roll around wildly.

It's like my brain is about to explode.

Mr. Savior groaned in pain.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Ian was also startled by Harry Potter's sudden reaction. He quickly took out a bottle of potion and squatted down to feed it to Harry Potter.

Because the pain was too severe, Harry Potter rolled on the ground. Ian took out his wand and used a magic to fix Harry Potter, who was rolling further and further on the ground, in place.

"What's this?"

The strands of hair on Harry Potter's forehead were stuck to his scar by sweat.

He clenched his teeth and slammed his head with both hands. His expression was extremely painful. When he looked at Ian, the vertical pupils in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"It's my special potion, Happy Ancestor Soup." Ian explained as he used his hands to pry open Harry Potter's teeth, which were probably too tight to close even when he was being violated.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu~"

After Ian forced the entire bottle of potion into Harry Potter's mouth, the effect was immediate. Harry Potter, who seemed like he might die at any time, calmed down instantly.

"It seems to be working..."

Harry Potter was soaked all over and extremely weak at this point. Perhaps only he knew how terrible it felt like his head was about to explode.

The Savior's fingers dug deep into the flesh of his own head.

At this time, blood was dripping from both cheeks.

"Of course, the potions I produce are all high-quality potions." Ian looked at the crystal ball in his hand again, and the color emitted by the crystal ball turned into a faint white light again.

He became more and more certain of his guess.

"Can you teach me? I'm afraid I really need this magical potion." Harry Potter was a little worried that he might suffer from a similar illness in the future.

"I'm afraid not, Harry. The raw materials of this potion are all contraband and you can't control it." Ian was not stingy. He just felt that Mr. Savior should not be led astray by himself.

The wizarding world doesn't need the Old Nine Gates.

"Is that so... okay..." Harry Potter was a student of Slytherin College. He had actually heard a little about Ian's "lawlessness" from his classmates.

Ask yourself.

As a person without background, I am afraid I really don't dare to prepare any banned drugs. After all, the gold content of the seven surnames of mixed blood is not something that a small Potter like him can compare with.

Children without parents mature early.

Harry Potter obviously understood that to get involved in life, one must rely on power and background. Just because others can do something, doesn't mean everyone can do it.

"Then can I use gold galleons to buy a few more bottles as backup?" It must be said that after weighing the cost of breaking the law, Harry Potter felt that the risk of purchasing this potion was much smaller.

Maybe he lacks love.

But the only thing that is not lacking is gold galleons.

"This is not a question of whether or not to use Galleons. You may need to go with me to see Dumbledore. It is better to treat the root cause than to treat the symptoms. We need to find a way to solve your hidden danger."

Ian rarely turned down an opportunity to earn Galleons.

He is not without sense of propriety.

Judging from the situation of Harry Potter, some things may have been beyond his "prophetic" judgment. It is likely that the butterfly effect was caused by the fact that many of Voldemort's Horcruxes had been destroyed in advance.

"What hidden danger...do I need to go see the principal? Is my condition so serious?" Harry Potter felt more and more uneasy after seeing Ian's serious expression.

"Do you remember the whisper you roared just now?" Ian did not dare to overestimate Harry Potter's courage, so he chose to avoid talking about the fact that Harry Potter himself was a Horcrux.

What he cared more about was Harry Potter's roar and whisper before.

"Um... I don't remember..."

Harry Potter's eyes, which had returned to normal, showed an extremely confused and puzzled expression. He raised his hand to cover his still bleeding head, as if he was trying hard to recall.

"I seemed to see some images, a prisoner with chains around his neck, he had no face... his eyes were filled with emotionless coldness and madness."

Harry Potter's face was tightly locked as he tried hard to recall the past - suddenly, his body began to tremble constantly, and his expression became visibly flustered.

"No! He's coming closer to me!"

"He's going to tear me apart!"

Harry Potter's eyes flickered a few times, but they did not turn into the vertical pupils they had before. Just like a light bulb with low battery, it flickered a few times before going out again.

I have to say that Ian's medicine is indeed a targeted medicine.

"Okay, okay, don't think about it."

Ian saw that Harry Potter's face was pale and his hands and legs were shaking, so he immediately wanted to stop Harry Potter from touching the thing in his mind.

"Oh."

Mr. Savior agreed readily.

however.

He nodded.

But he just rolled his eyes and chose to turn off the phone where he was.

She fainted in front of Ian.

"..."

Fortunately, the young wizard acted quickly and caught the back of Harry Potter's head with his foot.

"I didn't ask you to stop thinking so completely." Ian was helpless. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. There were still about twenty minutes before class.

"Wake up?"

After slapping Harry Potter twice without any healing effect, Ian could only use a levitation spell to grab Harry Potter and walk to the infirmary with his long legs.

Leaving the corner where the two people were talking.

In the corridor outside.

As it was almost time for class, there were many little wizards coming and going. They were all attracted by Ian's display, and one after another, the little wizards showed astonishment.

no way.

Who made Harry Potter's face still bleeding from the scratches he had made before?

It’s been a long journey.

Blood kept dripping onto the ground.

It looked extremely scary. "Isn't that our savior?"

"Why does he look like he was beaten to death? Was he attacked?"

"Hiss! Don't you understand yet? Look who is carrying Harry Potter. The new generation of the Dark Lord is announcing his authority and invincibility..."

……

Of course, discussions among classmates are inevitable.

however.

As for some remarks that Ian didn't want to hear, he would simply raise his hand and cast a [Tongue-Locking Curse] on those rumor makers, temporarily depriving them of the ability to make up stories about him.

"I'm just trying to help others! Rescuing my classmates!" He defended himself. Of course, some people chose to believe him, but there were also people nodding their heads frantically with a desire to survive that was visible to the naked eye.

"..."

Ian ignored these actors.

He took Harry Potter straight to the school infirmary.

"Oh my God! Merlin! What terrible thing has happened!"

When Ian used magic to carry the unconscious Harry to the school hospital, the curtains of the twelve beds moved without wind. Madam Pomfrey, who was preparing a potion, paused for a moment while waving her wand when she saw who was coming.

"I'm not so sure either."

Ian shrugged and handed Harry Potter to Madam Pomfrey.

"It seems to be due to excessive mental exhaustion."

He made his own judgment - Madam Pomfrey also hurriedly checked Harry Potter's condition and nodded in approval of Ian's diagnosis.

Seeing this, the little wizard immediately gave a treatment plan.

"Mental Stabilizer Potions may be helpful. Of course, I think Soul Stabilizer Potions may be more suitable for him." He already had a clear understanding of the situation Harry Potter was facing.

"There's nothing wrong with what you said, but..." Madam Pomfrey carried Harry Potter to the bed, and while feeding him potion, she looked up at the little wizard.

"What he needs more is a three-no potion that keeps him away from danger." Madam Pomfrey looked at Ian with a strange look, with a kind of amazement and an indescribable annoyance. "Mr. Prince, can you explain why Mr. Potter's magic fluctuations are so dead silent as if he was kissed by Satan?"

obviously.

Madam Pomfrey saw that Harry Potter had drunk some potion that suppressed his magic.

"This was to save him. He was in a condition where he looked like he was about to explode." Ian shrugged helplessly. He felt it was not a good idea to tell Madam Pomfrey about Voldemort.

"Magic out of control?"

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey, who was frowning, gave a reasonable excuse herself.

"possible?"

Ian gave an ambiguous answer.

Madam Pomfrey didn't care about this. She began to clean the wounds of the unconscious Harry Potter. "Poor child, he was in so much pain that he dug his face into pieces."

"Can you tell me where you met Mr. Potter and what kind of accident Mr. Potter encountered at that time?" She believed that Harry Potter's abnormality could not be without reason.

"Maybe he ran into something unclean during his night tour." Ian narrowed his eyes slightly and said vaguely, "You know, there are always some dangerous secrets hidden in the castle."

After he finished speaking.

I looked up at the time again.

"I have to go to class. I'll leave Harry to you." Ian didn't wait for Madam Pomfrey to reply, and trotted out of the school infirmary. When the door of the infirmary closed behind him, the flickering torches on the stone wall of the corridor stretched Ian's shadow into a twisted giant. Two junior students hurriedly ran by holding the textbook "Magic Potions and Liquids".

Their whispers were especially clear under the vaulted ceiling.

"Potter was definitely killed by him!"

"He's trying to establish his authority! Telling us that there is no savior in this world!"

"Dumbledore won't punish him. He might even help him cover up the truth. He has a phoenix!"

……

The two students obviously didn't see Ian not far to the side.

They were walking with their heads down.

What he said made Ian look back at them several times - and at this moment, a trembling Slytherin freshman rushed into his arms like a frightened niffler.

"S-Sorry! Senior Prince!"

As the freshman stepped back, he knocked over the spear in the armor's hand. The sound of metal falling to the ground echoed in the empty corridor, but he didn't bother to clean up the mess behind him and looked at Ian in horror.

"I didn't mean to do that! Please! Don't kill me!"

obviously.

The Slytherin freshman was terrified. His reaction was not without reason. He had entered the academy that feared Ian the most, and the rumor that Ian had killed the Savior was constantly being spread.

"Just be more careful when you walk next time. Do I look scary?" Ian reached out to straighten the boy's crooked tie, his fingertips brushing over the emerald-encrusted tie clip.

The freshman was shaking all over and his legs felt weak.

"..."

Seeing this, Ian could only sigh and raised his hand to signal the junior to leave quickly - so the child who bumped into Ian immediately ran away.

"What should I do! What should I do! I seem to have offended that Prince!" When he came to the classroom door, he grabbed his roommate with a crying voice.

"Ah? Then you're dead!"

His roommate gave him an answer he didn't want to hear.

"No!"

The desperate cry of the little wizard.

And at this time.

"You look scared?"

The voice of Miss Beaver sounded.

"Fear will cause pupils to dilate by 37 percent." Hermione Granger appeared at the gate with textbooks in her arms. The freshmen of Slytherin College will attend classes at the same time as Gryffindor College.

"You should give him dragon blood ink." Hermione squatted down to help him pick up the textbook. "It is mentioned on page 214 of "Human Weakness: The Secret of Prince" that Ian will have a good impression of people who give him gifts."

She finally read the book she had longed for.

however.

This probably useful advice was not appreciated.

"What does a Mudblood know about Pureblood traditions!"

The freshman suddenly pushed Hermione away.

Twisted pride burst out from his red eyes. This word was like a curse in the air, and many young wizards in the corridor stopped and looked in his direction.

"Who is saying such evil and despicable slanderous words!"

The one who reacted the most was Miss Greengrass who happened to be passing by.

When she heard this word, she felt like she was struck by lightning.

Her long light blond hair seemed to be standing up because of her anger.

"Damn it! Who are you trying to kill!"

Daphne rushed directly to the freshman, grabbed his clothes and shook them wildly. She roared at him like an stimulated tigress.

"You have to apologize! You have to apologize to this lady!"

She seemed to have become a messenger of justice.

The freshmen were unable to react.

"Ms. Greengrass, but... isn't this our consensus?" He came from a branch of a pure-blood family, and was not up to date with some of the situations in the wizarding world.

"Who agrees with you? Slander! This is blatant slander!" Daphne's voice was so loud that she turned to look at Hermione, the girl Ian brought into the school.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! The Greengrass family is sponsoring twenty-three Muggle research projects! Last week my father rejected a proposal to ban Muggle-born students at the Wizengamot!"

She seemed eager to prove her family's "concept of equality".

The tone was excited.

I wanted to take out a loud speaker and announce this to others.

……

Just as Miss Daphne was suspicious.

Thought Hermione was someone sent by Ian to test him.

When PTSD strikes.

the other side.

The young wizard did not go to the classroom for class, but came to the abandoned bathroom, opened the hidden door with Parseltongue, and went down without hesitation.

Combined with the night screams that the little wizards talked about before.

Ian had a hunch.

then.

To verify the guess in my mind.

He did not go to the underground palace.

Instead, he came to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Under the dim light of the candle, he slowly stepped into this space forgotten by time. The air in the secret room was heavy and oppressive, as if even breathing had become difficult. Ancient runes were engraved on the surrounding stone walls. They flickered with a faint green light in the dimness, as if some unknown power was surging in it.

Suddenly, a pungent smell of blood hit his nose, causing Ian to frown. He followed the smell and rushed directly to the source of the smell.

"Oh! No! My baby!"

The little wizard let out a hoarse cry.

I saw.

Just as he had a bad premonition in his heart, a huge snake monster was lying quietly in the center of the secret room, its body was stiff, and its eyes were closed and could never open again.

This basilisk was once the guardian of the Chamber of Secrets.

Its scales gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The scales were covered with completely dried blood, and the body was covered with scars, obviously it had been through a fierce battle. The most sad thing was that the basilisk's body was shriveled up.

It looked as if its flesh and blood had been devoured. Not only that, Ian seemed to be able to feel an indescribable sense of emptiness, as if the soul of the basilisk had also been completely devoured by some force.

last night.

Something big really happened here.

(End of this chapter)