Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 192 191: The gears of fate, Voldemort appears!
The little wizard felt mixed emotions.

After praising him highly, Professor Trelawney became even more excited. The "great disaster" Ian mentioned made her feel that Ian must be gifted in divination.

This little guy must be a great prophet as good as himself! With such expectations, Professor Trelawney felt that she should "teach" the little wizard extra content in advance.

"According to my original plan, we will learn to interpret tea leaves in the trial class next month. However, I just used my third eye to check and unfortunately, I am about to catch a severe cold during a sudden drop in temperature. This may force me to suspend classes for one to two months... I don't want to delay your divination class because of something like this."

Professor Trelawney trotted to a bookshelf. A bronze incense burner on the bookshelf was emitting milky white smoke, but this did not prevent her from finding a book from it.

"Pull through the fog and see the future"

This is the textbook that third graders need to use after choosing Divination as an elective course. However, the second grade wizards who are only taking the trial class obviously did not purchase it.

Professor Trelawney obviously knew this, so she gave her old book to Ian and encouraged him to learn the knowledge in it in his spare time.

"I hope it can guide you to the path I am on. Believe me, I don't want to stop teaching, but a cold will make me lose my voice... Yes, a very serious one." Professor Trelawney looked regretful, but the repeated emphasis in her tone made Ian feel that she was paving the way for skipping class.

If Ian remembers correctly.

Last year, the professor had already had a cold for a month or two. It was really magical that he had a cold regularly for such a long time every year. The little wizard felt that there must be something strange behind it.

Sick leave does not affect salary.

Perhaps this is the benefit of being a prophet. After thinking of the reason for your absence from work, you can say it is fate. Even if most people realize that something is wrong, they probably don’t know how to refute it.

After all, as Professor Trelawney said, divination and prophecy are fields that only a very small number of people can enter. An ignorant person can't question a prophet, right?

"This is such a wonderful profession." Ian was greatly inspired and took "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" thoughtfully. At this time, Professor Trelawney turned around and brought him a teacup.

"You have already proved your talent with the crystal ball. You can spend the rest of this class studying on your own to learn how to interpret tea leaves. If you have any questions, you can consult me, the authority among authorities, in a timely manner."

“Before you encounter any difficulties, you can find out how to interpret the shape and floating state of tea leaves on page 6 of “Seeing the Future through the Mist”.”

Professor Trelawney's narcissism was evident everywhere, and she was about to turn around and instruct other young wizards after she finished speaking. However, the young wizard raised his hand to stop the professor.

“Do you need to drink this tea after it’s brewed?”

Ian looked at the teapot and tea leaves in front of him with a strange tone.

"Of course, dear, if you open the book I gave you, you will find it. The taste of tea will also reveal some of the magic of fate to us."

"And you need to drink all the tea before you can observe your determined fate." Professor Trelawney answered patiently and without hesitation.

Turn around again.

She felt that there were still some poor lost lambs on the dangerous road of divination and prophecy who she had not yet "guided" and needed her help to step into the threshold.

"But your tea leaves are growing mold." Ian used a bamboo stick to poke the tea leaves in the cup. The red mold on them made him feel that they were probably not suitable for consumption.

"Nonsense! How could the fine tea leaves I bought with the teaching funds I applied for this year get moldy?" Professor Trelawney answered directly without changing her expression.

"That's the treasure of tea, kid, a characteristic that only truly high-quality tea has." She was obviously lying with her eyes open. How could Ian not know whether there was mold on the tea leaves?

He even suspected that these tea leaves were the kind that were used for foot soaking and then dried.

"Well, I have to save some to share with the elders who have always taken good care of me. You know, Headmaster Dumbledore often invites me to his office as a guest."

Ian watched Professor Trelawney about to use boiling water to make tea for him. He knew that refutation would not have any effect, so he chose another way to deal with it.

Otherwise, how can we say that he is a boy who is well versed in psychology?

Upon hearing the little wizard's words, Professor Trelawney was stunned. She immediately stopped pouring water and took the tea leaves on Ian's desk at the speed of light.

"This kind of tea is too hot and not suitable for the elderly. I will change it to a milder tea. It is not as precious, but it is also the tea used in our divination class."

Professor Trelawney remained calm, but after praising Ian for his "filial piety", she subtly changed Ian's tea to another kind.

This time it was definitely real good tea. The price of this year's new tea was definitely not that of inferior products. This could be seen from the fleeting look of pain on Professor Trelawney's face.

"Whittard of Chelsea tea." Ian even saw the brand on the tea packaging, perhaps because he said he was going to give it to Dumbledore to drink.

The British brand Whittard of Chelsea is known for its century-old reputation and meticulous attitude. They import high-quality tea and coffee from Asia, carefully select and blend the best-tasting products to sell to customers, and the price is definitely not cheap in the entire British tea market.

To be honest, the quality of tea in Asia is really good. After being packaged in the UK, its value can be multiplied several times. The revenue of so many tea companies in Asia cannot compare with that of a large British tea company. This is the power of the brand. Perhaps only the price of tea made by the grandpa of the Lady of the Camellias can be compared with it.

"Tsk, tsk."

Seeing Professor Trelawney turning around and going to the desks of other little wizards, Ian couldn't help but feel a little emotional. There might not be Commissioner Smith in Hogwarts to keep an eye on the school's spending, but Professor Trelawney must have taken a lot of money. The so-called designated tea for teaching was simply a deliberate explanation that made things even more obvious.

"Open your spiritual eyes, dear children, and open your third eye." The sandalwood in the copper censer twisted into the shape of a green snake, and Professor Trelawney had already begun to fool other young wizards.

"Let the third eye penetrate the veil of fate - Mr. Franky, please stop hitting your crystal ball with your magic wand. The sound will make the goddess of fate sprain her high heels."

Professor Trelawney stopped a young wizard from slacking off.

"How do you know that the Goddess of Fate wears high heels?" The little wizard's focus was obviously somewhat special, and he raised the possibility that the God of Fate might also be a male.

"Absolutely impossible! Is it me who understands fate or you? What a ridiculous idea." Professor Trelawney refuted the wild speculation of the little Ravenclaw wizard with great disdain.

She was probably a little disappointed with the Ravenclaw group, so she turned to look at another house in the class, "Let's hear what the Slytherin prophets saw?"

talking.

Professor Trelawney asked the Slytherin students expectantly.

"train!"

The Slytherin being questioned immediately spoke up in a firm tone, "Steam is blowing through the Scottish Highlands, and the headlights are two burning mandrakes!"

He felt that he would surely be praised by Professor Trelawney for his clear description. However, just when he was looking forward to his own "gifted" moment.

“Vulgar embodiment.”

Professor Trelawney looked disappointed and turned to a red-haired girl with a sigh.

"Chocolate pie. Raspberry jam." The girl's voice became smaller and smaller as the professor's mouth twitched. Mainly because the professor saw a glimmer of saliva at the corners of the girl's mouth.

It looked like he was talking in his sleep rather than answering the question.

"This little girl should go to Hufflepuff." I don't know if Professor Trelawney has house discrimination, but she walked towards the next person with an unhappy look on her face.

Daphne had been thinking about Professor Trelawney, or rather, about Professor Trelawney's previous conversation with Ian, when she saw Professor Trelawney walking up to her.

She rolled her eyes, ready to verify her observations.

"I saw blood! Rivers of blood were flowing over the Astronomy Tower, and terrifying marks were burning in the clouds. Someone was about to die, and the shadow of death was about to cover the entire Hogwarts campus!"

Daphne was actually a smart girl, and she had obviously guessed something from Ian's behavior, so she acted panicked and exclaimed. Due to malnutrition last semester, her face was still a little pale this semester, which made her performance even more credible.

"Ah! What a miracle is happening!" Trelawney's silver bracelet trembled. "This is the essence of the prophecy. Shocking imagery. Slytherin must add five points!"

This professor really likes this.

She praised Daphne excitedly and didn't even look at the crystal ball she had been holding. This made Daphne, who was making up stories, secretly relieved.

"Sure enough... that's how it is. We won't go wrong if we follow him." Daphne secretly glanced at Ian not far away. At this moment, the little wizard was stirring the tea leaves in the teacup out of boredom.

The dark brown tea created ripples in the blue-glazed teacup.

He slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and savored the aroma of the tea. His eyes were focused on the intricate patterns in the tea leaves, with no intention of spying on fate.

Ok.

It was also because his eyes were tired and he couldn't see any clues of fate. Ian knew that divination was real, but he also knew that he probably didn't have much talent in this field.

This can be seen from the fact that there was no information about proficiency improvement on his personal panel during the entire class. You know, in other classes, even if he was not paying attention in class and doing other things, the knowledge would still leave some traces when it passively passed through his mind. But in this divination class, his panel was as unresponsive as if it was dead.

"Although I'm not a hexagonal warrior, my situation as a pentagonal warrior is not bad." Ian had no regrets about this. Everyone has one or two shortcomings.

It was a good thing that his weakness was his least favorite divination. While Ian was slacking off, Professor Trelawney also walked to Aurora with great expectation.

at this time.

Aurora was also observing the crystal ball.

The reflection of the platinum-haired girl shattered into seventeen moons on the surface of the sphere.

She seemed to see an endless river of stars flowing before her eyes, each star shining with mysterious light, like a complex pattern woven by the threads of fate.

However, when Aurora tried to explore the secrets of these stars in depth, the picture suddenly became blurred, as if it was shrouded by a layer of mist and could not see the whole picture.

"Ms. Grindelwald, tell me, what flashes of light have you caught in the web of fate?" Professor Trelawney felt Aurora's concentration and immediately asked with great interest. She has always been very accomplished in the choice of words and sentences, and her temperament like an old charlatan is evident in her words.

"I saw you walking out of the castle gate carrying a cardboard box. I guess you have resigned from Hogwarts." Aurora raised her head with a calm expression, and did not tell her what she had observed from the crystal ball.

She just said another prophecy, and her white eye was moving slightly. This scene obviously made the little wizards around stop what they were doing.

For an instant.

The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Nonsense!" Professor Trelawney's face turned livid in an instant, and her voice trembled slightly with anger: "Nonsense! I will not leave no matter who leaves Hogwarts! A true prophet will not misread the fate he has spied on! It seems that the talent you inherited is far less than I imagined!"

This definitely touched Professor Trelawney's sensitive muscles. She felt a little frightened by Aurora's gaze, and immediately shouted even louder.

"My prophecies seep into the cracks in the bricks and stones of Hogwarts! It can't do without me!" After saying that, the divination professor glared at Aurora fiercely and walked away.

Aurora just shrugged her shoulders, looking nonchalant. Professor Trelawney was trembling all over. She was obviously very angry about Aurora's prediction. She walked around the classroom several times without being able to calm down, and finally stopped beside Ian, her favorite student in this class.

Ian's prophecy of catastrophe touched her heart. Perhaps she wanted to get some comfort from Ian and calm her uneasy heart, so Professor Trelawney spoke in a friendly manner.

"My dear, what did you spy in the teacup?" This was obviously an attempt to distract herself from Aurora's prophecy. Professor Trelawney tried her best not to face Aurora's prophecy.

"what?"

Ian has been in a daze for a long time.

He didn't expect Professor Trelawney to come back and strike back.

"I saw the nebula and a glowing tower. Countless giants were training on it. An evil creature called Belia invaded there."

"Corpses are everywhere, the ground is in a mess, and the giants have turned into stone statues, trying to trick me into lending them my light." The little wizard's mind was empty at this moment.

So he could only continue to talk nonsense and make up stories, and answered Professor Trelawney with emotion based on the coping strategies he had previously summarized.

"You can even predict things outside the Earth!?" Professor Trelawney was obviously extremely surprised. She quickly snatched the teacup that Ian was covering and spoke in shock.

"Let me see."

She wanted to use her knowledge to interpret the tea leaves in the cup, but found that the entire cup was empty. She looked up in surprise and found that the little wizard was still chewing something.

"..."

Professor Trelawney realized that her idea of ​​recycling the tea leaves was ruined.

It was difficult for her to comment on Ian's tea-eating behavior.

There was silence for a moment.

"This is not a good sign. It means disappearance." The professor could only show off his best acting skills and scare Ian with a nervous expression.

"Okay, professor." Ian certainly didn't believe Professor Trelawney's nonsense. He knew that this professor liked to scare others when he was in a bad mood.

Therefore.

The little wizard's perfunctory answer made Professor Trelawney feel uncomfortable. The professor had to organize her words and continued to speak to the little wizard in a serious voice.

"It is connected with the dangers which you are to encounter, and which are very terrible, my dear. We are talking of an omen now."

Professor Trelawney had thin, well-defined lips beneath high cheekbones.

Her slightly cloudy eyes stared at Ian.

"Oh, it's horrible that this should happen to me."

Ian immediately showed his Oscar-level acting skills.

This time.

Professor Trelawney was finally satisfied. She began to move to other seats again, and the whole class came to an end with her fooling the little wizard again and again.

On the way home from get out of class.

"She told me to be careful of men with the letter L in their names because that man would make me lose my love. To be honest, that really scared me a little bit."

Qiu Zhang was walking on the road with some worry.

"The version has been updated long ago. She is just an old liar!"

Ian tried to comfort his friend, but his words made Qiu Zhang a little confused.

"What do you mean the version has been updated early?"

There was a look of confusion in Qiu Zhang's eyes.

"It does not matter."

Aurora beside her spoke softly.

She attracted Qiu Zhang's attention.

"Did you really see anything? I feel like I was just making it up." Qiu Zhang frankly admitted his perfunctory response, which is probably what almost all young wizards do.

In this regard.

Aurora chuckled and responded, "Divination is something that sometimes relies on feelings and imagination. This is the wonder of divination. Everyone sees and understands things differently. Maybe in the professor's eyes, your imaginations really have special meanings... Our professor is really capable."

She still said something factual and nice on Professor Trelawney's behalf.

"I'm not that interested in divination. I prefer real magic. Of course, this is also related to my lack of talent." Qiu Zhang sighed and remained frank.

Her words resonated with the young wizard.

"me too."

Ian's agreement made Qiu Zhang look at him with contempt.

"Just now after class, the professor praised you as the most talented student. You can't stand in this line of poor students." Qiu Zhang obviously didn't believe what Ian said.

"Actually, I just made it up."

Ian is also showing his honesty.

however.

Qiu Zhang and Aurora, who had long believed that Ian also had the ability of a prophet, both showed expressions of disbelief. Sometimes, telling the truth may not necessarily gain the trust of others.

Seeing that both of his friends looked at him with contempt for lying.

"Okay, I won't pretend anymore. No one knows divination and prophecy better than me. I'm a genius." Ian could only sneer and pretend in a way that even he himself found boring.

Only then did Aurora and Qiu Zhang's eyes return to normal.

They seemed to think it was natural.

"..."

But the little wizard, who knew his own situation well, could only sigh. He wanted to be honest sometimes, but it seemed that it was worse than being dishonest. Was this the way people were forced to live in this world?

With a heavy heart.

Ian and the little wizards went to the auditorium for dinner.

And the other side.

In the divination classroom, there are no students anymore.

Professor Trelawney was lying in a chair.

She was already fast asleep.

And at this time.

A gap appeared in the clouds outside the tower, and a beam of sunlight happened to pierce the stained glass of the north tower. Between the light and shadow, the figure of fate was emerging in the professor's crystal ball.

"Okay, Professor."

"I have to face such a thing!" What happened?

In moving from illusion to certainty.

It was as if fate had plucked his strings.

……

The dinner was as usual the creative creations of the house elves. Each bite of cake held a special memory, and as you ate the cake, fond memories associated with it came to mind.

The ice cream balls were cast with a floating spell, so they could float in the air and would not melt. They were like colorful balloons, floating over the dining table waiting for people to catch them.

Although it's a bit fancy, the taste is still pretty good.

"I hope there won't be any more pepper cakes." Ian enjoyed his delicious dinner leisurely, thinking about the potion he had carefully brewed, so he went straight to the Room of Requirement.

No one else could be found in the room.

Ian walked to the workbench and took out a small bag of powder wrapped in parchment from another pocket. This was the moon grass pollen he collected from deep inside Hogwarts.

It enhances the potion's resonance with the soul.

"I hope my Soul Extraction Potion can help Harry. The worst-case scenario is that both souls are extracted, and then I'll put Harry's soul back into his body."

Ian muttered.

Carefully sprinkle the pollen into the brewing potion.

He stirred the potion in the crucible with a silver spoon. The moonstone powder glowed with silver in the dark purple liquid. The liquid immediately began to boil, making a hissing sound, and the color changed from dark green to deep purple. The crucible also kept humming slightly, and strange ripples appeared on the surface of the liquid.

The purring of an owl floated in from outside the window.

The oak bookshelves of the Room of Requirement cast swaying shadows in the candlelight.

The brewing of the potion still requires time.

Thinking of his brother Tom, Ian looked at the time on the wall and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. He hesitated for a moment and decided to go to the school infirmary to see Harry and find out about his condition.

God knows whether the residual soul in the diary will collude with the residual soul in Harry's body.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the moonlight sprinkled on the Hogwarts Castle like water, adding a touch of mystery to this ancient building.

The corridor was empty, with only Ian's footsteps echoing between the stone walls. Several magic candles were lit in the school infirmary, and Harry lay quietly on the innermost bed in the dim light. The boy's face was frighteningly pale, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar looked particularly hideous in the candlelight.

Nick Flamel sat quietly beside Harry's bed, reading some books about Horcruxes. He was wearing a dark blue robe with a strange badge on his chest.

It is engraved with esoteric symbols related to alchemy.

"I think you're right to be concerned."

He noticed Ian's arrival, raised his head and looked at Ian with a slightly tired expression, with a look of confusion and uneasiness about the unknown things that were happening between his brows.

"what's the situation?"

Ian was slightly stunned.

Realized that the situation could be worse.

"The situation is not good, Ian. The residual soul of the Dark Lord is abnormally active in his scar. I feel the terrible dark power, but I don't know what the result of this power will eventually be."

"However, one thing I am sure of is that Voldemort's residual soul is much more active than we imagined. It is trying to erode Harry's consciousness at all costs."

Nick Flamel stood up and walked to the bedside, his tone containing a hint of sigh.

"I remember you said that if Voldemort wants to be resurrected, he must sacrifice someone other than Harry as a price, and it will require an extremely complicated ritual."

"Before something like this happens, I think Harry should be fine?" Ian frowned and whispered his judgment after hearing this.

This was actually the knowledge that Nick Flamel had instilled in him before.

however.

At this time, Nick Flamel shook his head.

"This is not a resurrection, kid, but a terrifying fusion, a fusion at all costs. This is an unexpected situation, as if the Dark Lord is even willing to give up his own existence and merge with Harry into a completely new individual." The master alchemist had a complicated expression.

"I have to say, he might really be crazy to the point of losing all reason. You know, if the fusion is complete, both Harry and that person will no longer be their original existence."

Nick Flamel's tone was clearly filled with extreme confusion.

This is also normal.

After all, based on his understanding of Voldemort, Voldemort would never make such a choice, and now, the most unlikely situation is actually happening.

"Maybe this wasn't his intention, but a choice he had to make?" Ian's brain was spinning rapidly, and he thought of Harry's whisper when he showed signs of abnormality before.

“It’s roaring…it’s angry…”

These are the words Harry said when his eyes turned into vertical pupils.

It must mean something.

"What do you mean?" After hearing Ian's guess, Nick Lemay was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Ian with a slightly doubtful look.

"Harry said something to me before." Ian told Nick Flamel what he recalled. After hearing it, Nick Flamel's expression suddenly became more serious.

"What is that guy afraid of?" He made an accurate judgment from Ian's description, which made his heart feel a little confused.

This master alchemist with a keen sense of smell has realized a problem. Perhaps the abnormality that Harry Potter encountered at this time is related to some terrible thing that the lawless Dark Lord encountered.

But a remnant soul.

A Horcrux.

What else is there to be afraid of?

"I have to study this carefully." Nick Flamel turned around and took out a device. After pressing the device, an illusory bookshelf appeared in the ward.

He was looking for books on it.

"It will take time... The trouble is that Dumbledore is not here with us. I cannot contact him directly, and I have not received any response to the message I sent him."

There was a strong hint of worry in Nick Flamel's tone.

obviously.

The defenses of Hogwarts are really weak right now.

"There was another diary, which was also a Horcrux. Malfoy brought it to school, and now the diary is gone." Ian also knew clearly that there were undercurrents beneath the calm surface of Hogwarts today.

He didn't hide it.

This somewhat scary news immediately made Nick LeMay's face look even more uneasy.

"This is not the good news I want to hear... Maybe you should monitor your uncle. He has visited Harry more than ten times and said some strange things."

Nick Flamel took a book from the imaginary bookshelf. The book became a tangible thing in his hands, and as he flipped through the pages, he also reminded Ian.

"What did you say?"

Ian asked curiously.

He didn't have much doubt about Snape.

"I'm an old man over 600 years old. You can't expect me to have a good memory. Anyway, your uncle's eyes are very strange. I feel like he's concerned about the remaining soul in Harry's body."

"As much as we don't want to doubt him, we cannot ignore who he once was." Nick Flamel obviously did not have the same trust in Snape as Dumbledore.

This can be considered understandable.

After all, good uncle Snape does have a notorious past.

Put yourself in his shoes. If someone told him one day that Hannibal had become a vegetarian, Ian felt that he probably would not choose to believe it.

"I will try my best to find the diary." Ian could only change the subject. Nick Flamel did not comment, and he wanted to say something else.

"The patient needs a quiet rest!" Madam Pomfrey probably heard some noise in the ward, and she opened the door and walked in with great dissatisfaction, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"I agree to let someone take care of it here. This is the biggest compromise I have made to Dumbledore. Mr. Prince, it's time for you to visit your friend."

Madam Pomfrey had obviously finished the small dessert that Ian had given her. There was still some cream on her mouth. The little wizard felt helpless when she saw her eat it all and then chase him away.

"Okay, Madam Pomfrey, I'll be right out."

He could only turn to Nick Flamel and say, "Be careful at night, Harry might be replaced by that person. It's best to try to contact our headmaster again."

Ian's concerns are not without reason.

From what he knew.

It was obvious that Harry was replaced by Voldemort's mind last night. Otherwise, how could his beloved basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets be devoured and only some snake skin and bones were left?

"Don't worry, I don't want to die yet, so I'm well prepared. I will continue to try to contact Dumbledore, and you'd better find the diary in school as soon as possible." Nick Flamel nodded and gave Ian instructions. There was no way to leave such a thing to a second-year student.

after all.

Talking about combat strength.

This little wizard is definitely not weaker than the deans, and may even be better at black magic. Nick Flamel, who has guided Ian in alchemy for a whole school year, is also aware of the little wizard's strength.

"no problem."

Ian made an OK gesture.

At the urging of Madam Pomfrey, Ian left the infirmary. The corridor was still deserted and empty. After leaving the infirmary, Ian walked slowly along the corridor. The moonlight outside the window was blocked by dark clouds, and there were low roars coming from the forbidden forest in the distance, as if foreshadowing something bad.

"Deng Deng Deng~"

Just as Ian was about to start a carpet search and secretly search every dormitory in every college, Ian suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps.

He stopped and listened.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and seemed to be coming towards him. The little wizard looked up, and saw that the footsteps suddenly stopped, and a figure flashed around the corner.

As if avoiding him.

"Who is there?"

The figure disappeared very quickly, and if Ian hadn't had sharp eyes, he might not have caught it. He only saw the sleeve of a robe, which was the dark green color of Slytherin House robes.

"Tom?"

Ian drew out his wand and quickly ran after him.

Turn the corner.

Ian saw the mysterious figure's robes again.

The other person was moving towards the abandoned bathroom on the second floor. Perhaps realizing that someone was following him, the figure immediately started running.

There is a strong smell of a guilty conscience.

"Good brother, wait for me!"

The green light on the tip of Ian's wand was ready to go, as if it would shoot out deadly magic at any time. He saw that the other party was moving towards the abandoned bathroom on the second floor.

When he chased to the door of the abandoned bathroom, Ian did not push the door open. Instead, he stood directly next to the wall and used magic to pass through the wall, trying to catch the other party off guard.

however.

When Ian entered the abandoned bathroom, it was empty, with only the sound of dripping faucets. A trail of wet footprints extended all the way to the collapsed entrance to the secret passage.

"This is deliberately seducing me."

Ian used Parseltongue to open the door of the secret room and stepped into the secret room that had collapsed earlier. The rubble at the entrance showed obvious signs of having been moved.

A cleared passage meandered downwards. A soft ball of light rose from the tip of the wand, illuminating the narrow passage, and Ian turned into a puff of white mist and sank suddenly.

When Ian's body condensed again.

He came to the bottom of the secret room. In the collapsed secret room, the ruins with rubble all over the ground had been cleared up a little. Ian walked slowly forward along the cleared path.

There was a strange atmosphere here, and there seemed to be a faint black shadow swaying on the wall. Ian did not turn his head, but directly released a [Flame Journey] to the surroundings.

The raging flames illuminated everything.

Countless screaming snakes fell down and turned into ashes.

Horrible magic.

Even the huge rubble was not spared.

"So, you have to stop me?"

A voice sounded somewhat annoyed.

The firelight illuminated the ruins of the secret room and the cleared area.

I saw a cleared space with the ground covered with water. A few strange green fluorescent lights were floating on the ground. A pale girl was lying in the middle of the space.

Pansy Parkinson.

The girl I saw at the Slytherin table at noon.

at this time.

Her robe was soaked by water, and she was unconscious on the flooded ground, holding a broken wand tightly in her hand. A figure in Slytherin robes was squatting on the ground with his back to them, concentrating on drawing something. Ian's arrival did not stop him, but instead made him speed up the drawing of the magic runes.

"Damn it! Just a little bit more!" The man's movements were skillful and quick. The tip of his wand drew glowing lines on the ground, obviously drawing a complex magic circle.

"You want to use this girl to complete the resurrection? Tsk tsk...it seems that you are the teenage Riddle I'm looking for." Ian didn't intend to give this person any chance.

"The forbidden spell ends!"

Ian waved his wand, and the magic derived from [All Curses Are Ended] was released. This was an improved magic he made because he didn't want to stick the wand into the ground.

I saw.

As Ian chanted the spell.

A powerful invisible force surged out from Ian's body.

It swept through the entire secret room like a violent storm. This force not only destroyed all obstacles in front of it, but also wiped out the shining magic words on the ground in a brutal manner.

It was as if an invisible hand had destroyed all the efforts of the mysterious man in green robe. As the magic words on the ground disappeared, the dark atmosphere that originally filled the cave also gradually dissipated.

"No! You can't do this to me!"

The green-robed figure saw that all his efforts were in vain.

The whole person collapsed and slammed to the ground.

Splash of water.

His hair was completely wet.

"This is for my precious basilisk." Ian raised his wand disapprovingly, and the green light was aimed at the mysterious man in green robe. The killing curse that was ready to be cast did not scare the other party.

"Idiot! You idiot!"

The boy in green robe slowly got up from the ground.

He yelled angrily.

"You've chosen the wrong target! It wasn't me who killed the basilisk! It was another traitor like me! He obviously framed me!"

The green-robed boy turned around slowly, threw away the drawing tools in his hand, pulled out the holly wand from his waist, and looked at Ian with a pair of resentful eyes.

"Ok?"

Ian's expression froze for a moment, and his pupils suddenly shrank - his expression became extremely unbelievable, because he saw the other person's face under the wet hair.

And...that conspicuous scar.

(End of this chapter)