Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 240 239: Substitute teacher, unfortunately it’s not me!
The house was filled with an atmosphere of antiquity and mystery.

The light was dim and gloomy.

Some dust was flying wildly in the dim light.

The black-robed skeleton seemed to like staying in such an environment. Sometimes after Ian left the Room of Requirement, she would make some changes to the decoration design that Ian originally liked.

"I don't even know your name yet."

Ian's gaze went straight to the black-robed skeleton, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion in his heart. The goddess who was once so dazzling and active was now just a white skeleton.

How could he not be filled with emotion when he saw how things and people had changed so much? It was like the gods were dead, the demons were destroyed... No one could have predicted the changes in this world.

Ian wondered curiously what had happened to the black-robed skeletons and those so-called gods that turned them from being invincible powerful men into what they are now.

Think of this.

Ian's gaze naturally turned to the wand in his hand, his eyes full of inquiry, and he thought to himself: "I wonder if the power of the Skeleton Goddess is hidden in this wand."

The core of this magic wand is a raven feather. According to Merlin, it contains the power of the gods. Perhaps the power of the black-robed skeleton is also contained in it.

"Is it the divine power that is gathering..." Ian shook his wand subconsciously, but apart from the flow of air, there was no strange phenomenon such as the power of the sun god that he expected.

This was not unexpected to Ian. He just had a sudden thought and wanted to "borrow" some power. Unfortunately, his wand did not respond to his request.

Perhaps it was because the wand was in tune with him and knew that he was the kind of person who would never pay back the money he "borrowed". The little wizard curled his lips in disappointment.

"You and I are connected in heart, and you are playing tricks on me. It won't cost you a penny if you lend it to me in advance." Ian's persuasion was futile, and he immediately put the wand behind his butt - he was so petty that he wanted to refuse his wand and eat his own exhaust when he failed to get the desired result.

"You really don't remember anything about the past? You've also forgotten that you owed me 50 million tons of gold, right? Well, remember it now and don't forget it later."

The little wizard began to try to communicate with the black-robed skeleton again, asking about her and the gods, but still to no avail. She only got a few stuttering responses. Ian heard those familiar words for the Nth time.

"I need love, love can... can make me grow flesh and blood, grow a brain... a brain." This may be the black robe skeleton getting smarter and knowing how to use his brain to improve Ian's enthusiasm. The implication is of course that he hopes Ian can give him flesh and blood, and then as long as he has a brain, he can answer Ian's questions.

In this regard.

Ian could understand.

But he didn't know what to do... After hesitating for a moment, Ian tried. He just hugged the black-robed skeleton's bony head and kissed it a few times.

however.

Nothing happened.

"It's no use telling you that!" Ian comforted himself that he had not lost out, at least the black-robed skeleton looked good in front of the goddess, but he also said helplessly that he really didn't understand.

The black-robed skeleton didn't react much after being kissed a few times. She couldn't give Ian any detailed suggestions on what he should do in response to his helpless expression.

"flesh……"

She lowered her head and stroked the Dementor. Ian was quite helpless with the somewhat resentful muttering. Was it because he didn't love her enough? He couldn't let him lick the skeleton of the black-robed skeleton with his tongue, could he?
Perverted again!
Disgusting again!

"I'll think of another way..." Ian shook his head and walked to the back of the room. The entire Room of Requirement was filled with the unique bitter aroma of potion.

Those were the potions that Ian had brewed in this room before he traveled to the past, but they were no longer perfect due to the lack of optimal stirring and other operations.

There were even some that were ruined directly... That's how potion brewing works, even a slight difference in time could cause several months of hard work to be ruined.

"This account should be charged to Riddle." Ian roughly calculated his losses, multiplied it by ten, and wrote it down in a small notebook as compensation for his time wasted.

If Riddle was still alive, he felt that Riddle must repay the debt. As for the situation where Riddle was dead... that would be even better for the little wizard.

The hazy illusion is gone.

Riddle can be eaten by him for the rest of his life!

"They are all good stuff, collection-level materials from my good uncle. Alas, they are all ruined." Ian squatted down and observed the failed potions in more than a dozen crucibles.

Some potions still have a chance of recovery.

then.

He immediately began to remedy the situation - the quality of the final product certainly wouldn't be very good, it could only be considered so-so, but Ian did pour them all into the bottle and put a label on it that said Snape's product.

"These are enough to sell to the pharmacy in Diagon Alley." Ian stopped the loss in time to recover his losses. He once again looked at the potions that were completely ruined.

The liquid in several crucibles had turned turbid and there was no way to remedy the situation. It was a complete failure, but this did not faze the Idea King of Hogwarts.

I saw.

Ian dug out some new material.

"There are no failed potions, only potion masters who don't know how to use them." He muttered as he added ingredients to the failed product, and the liquid immediately became clear and transparent.

It even has an alluring pearly luster.

This is certainly not a successful remedy, but a slight cosmetic treatment, like putting makeup on the potion, adding a filter to make it look like a golden exterior with a rotten interior. It looks like a high-quality potion, but what effect it will have after taking it, only God knows.

"Perfect, the fools in Knockturn Alley will like it." Ian's conscience didn't feel any pain because eleven out of ten wizards in Knockturn Alley were not good people. He even felt that the more toxic his potion was, the faster his merit would rise.

The more you think.

Ian feels that he is more of a genius.

He won two more times.

"I wonder if the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley have any truly valuable materials. I can also rob the rich and give to the poor." Ian couldn't help but sigh as he cleaned the crucible. He sorted out his remaining materials and regretted that he had not brought back some high-quality potion materials from the past.

It's like Chinese medicine.

How should I put it? Times are changing. The cultivation of potion materials has become popular not only in the Muggle world, but also in the wizarding world. The efficacy of potion materials is becoming more and more effective every year.

Therefore.

It would be a great idea to use time to travel back in time and collect potions.

"Those who play with time can easily be played with by time." Ian picked up the time converter given by Merlin, weighed it repeatedly in his hand, his eyes full of hesitation.

He knew very well that time travel was full of variables and that if he was not careful, it could lead to unpredictable consequences. He was extremely conflicted and couldn't make up his mind for a while.

The risk of going back to the past to get medicinal materials must be quite high. After all, it is difficult to say whether a certain medicinal material from the past can provide key assistance to some important people in history.

I thought about it.

Ian felt that he didn't need to do this for the time being, so he put the time converter away again. At this moment, a glass bottle rolled out from the pile of herbs.

I saw.

The gray mist-like soul in the bottle seemed to be sleeping. This was the soul of the soul palace creature that Ian had "taken in" in the past. He also brought the other party from the past to the present. This obviously violated the law of time travel, but existence was reasonable. I just didn't know if it was because this soul was special that the so-called soul palace could travel through different times.

"I feel the breath of danger!" At this moment, the soul that was originally sleeping quietly seemed to sense something and suddenly woke up. Its illusory eyes were full of panic, staring at the Dementors not far away in horror. The moment the Dementors sensed the soul, they instantly raised their heads that had been lowered.

Its mouth suddenly pursed up and began to inhale frantically, as if it wanted to swallow the soul into its stomach.

"Hissssss~"

The Dementors were about to suck him like Aunt Dong's air conditioner, but luckily he was tightly bound by the black-robed skeleton, like a pet tied with a rope, and although he struggled hard, he couldn't break free.

At this time, the soul of the Big Bad Wolf's hair stood up all over his body. He stared at the Dementors outside the bottle, with panic and worry in his eyes that were difficult to conceal.

obviously.

Dementors are the natural enemies of souls like the Big Bad Wolf.

"Strange." Ian frowned and thought, "Ordinary Dementors shouldn't have such a strong attraction to souls." He thought of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If Dementors could devour soul fragments so easily.

What more messianic prophecy is needed?

Is this Dementor of his own special, or is it that the souls in the Soul Palace are special in this regard? To know this, of course, we need to find the location of the Soul Palace.

And the Big Bad Wolf is Ian's only clue.

therefore.

He also couldn't let the Dementors want to devour this clue.

"Just shut up!"

Ian shouted at the Dementor and quickly stuffed the bottle back into his arms. The Dementor, pinned down by the black-robed skeleton, struggled a few times but finally calmed down.

I can tell.

The soul of the Big Bad Wolf is very tempting to it - in fact, it makes sense if you think about it. The Big Bad Wolf carries a fairy tale, and is there anything more beautiful than a fairy tale in this world?
It does make sense that the more beautiful things are, the more attractive they are to Dementors.

"If you gasp for air again, I'll sew your mouth shut." Ian's threat was so effective that the Dementor immediately suppressed his instinct and shrank into a ball.

Its wisdom is becoming more and more obvious.

It even realized that the little wizard had a mouth that could be sewed. Seeing that the Dementors were quiet, Ian quickly raised the crucible and began to boil a new round of potion.

By the time most of the steps were planned, it was time for the afternoon class.

The afternoon class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was one of Ian's favorite courses. When he walked into the classroom, he found that today's professor was the familiar Professor Lockhart.

"Didn't the principal say he wasn't here?" Ian was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions, because there were already many little wizards sitting in this classroom that was a psychological shadow for everyone. They didn't dare to be late, after all, Ian didn't dare to be late either, and this situation clearly showed what kind of punishment would be given for being late.

"Why is Michael crying?"

Ian found his two roommates, while William was comforting the crying Michael.

"He went to ask the little black girl if she was a green tea, and the little black girl ignored him." William explained the situation helplessly. This was indeed a situation that Ian had not expected.

"Niu beep!"

Ian gave Michael a thumbs-up.

This roommate’s emotional intelligence is actually not low, but why is it so annoying when it comes to relationships? Is it really true that all people who are in love are like this?

Both men began to comfort Michael.

of course.

William comforted the most.

Ian was promoting his own "love potion" - the Ministry of Magic stipulated that selling love potions was illegal, but there was no stipulation that potion masters could not brew love potions.

What is a Potions Master?

This is the real potion master!

If there is a demand.

Ian can also mix a love potion that will prevent people from falling in love with women again after drinking it, but there are still some side effects that cannot be eliminated, such as the possibility of falling in love with men instead.

of course.

Ian, who has a keen sense of smell, thinks that perhaps this side effect does not need to be eliminated. After all, as we all know, a certain well-known men's gas station potion was originally invented as a medicine to treat heart disease.

On English soil.

Perhaps this side effect cannot be called a side effect?

Just when the young wizard thought that his love potion was a genius invention, Professor "Lockhart" on the podium cleared his throat and began his lecture.

The blond wizard was still wearing the flashy violet robe, and his smile was dazzlingly bright, but his eyes lacked the sharpness that was unique to Grindelwald.

"What's going on? Is this another fake? But it doesn't look like one." Ian was confused and speculated secretly, but the professor on the podium didn't know this.

He is still studying hard in class.

"Today we are going to learn a simple magic - Black Snake Out of the Hole." The fake Lockhart waved his wand and wrote a few spells on the blackboard. Although the course content was indeed much more detailed than the previous explanation, Ian keenly noticed that the professor's magic power fluctuations were ridiculously weak.

Of course, he was definitely stronger than most wizards, but certainly not as strong as Grindelwald should be - and there was nothing wrong with Professor Lockhart's lectures, which were detailed and informative. But Ian always felt that he was strange, and that something was wrong.

"Grindelwald would not be so patient!"

Ian was thoughtful when Lockhart passed by him.

He suddenly reached out and touched the other person's hand. Professor Lockhart was obviously startled by this sudden action. He turned his head sharply and glared at Ian.

Subsequently.

He continued teaching as if nothing had happened. When Ian touched the other person's hand, he immediately understood what was going on - it turned out that the "Professor Lockhart" in front of him was actually his good friend Miss Aurora in disguise, and it was Aurora who was teaching the little wizards in his grandfather's place.

Maybe an emergency?
Maybe it's also a workout for Aurora?
In any case, Ian felt that he should have realized this immediately. After all, there were similar plots in the few Harry Potter books he had read.

"Alas, it's a pity that I'm not the protagonist... Such a good thing didn't happen to me." To be honest, Ian didn't care about pretending to be cool or not. What made him sad was that he didn't have such a rare opportunity.

If he were to substitute for the class.

Then he could teach everyone something really powerful, legally and reasonably! And what about the black snake coming out of its hole? If people outside saw it, they would think Hogwarts didn't have its own unforgivable curses!

(End of this chapter)