Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 247 246: Harry? No! It's Harry!
Dinner time passed quickly.

Although Ian arrived late, he still had a good meal. The noise in the auditorium gradually dissipated as dinner ended, and students from various colleges rushed to the exit like a receding tide.

Night is coming.

Everyone will return to the lounge to rest.

Ian walked slowly at the end, thinking about his next plan. When he passed the hallway, he saw Harry coming out of Snape's office.

The boy looked even more dishevelled than he had at dinner, his glasses askew, his hair messier than usual, and his green eyes full of shame and frustration.

"Damn you Snape!"

Harry cursed and swore, he looked like he had been hit hard, and he almost bumped into the wall when he walked. Ian couldn't help but wonder what Snape had said or done to him.

then.

The little wizard carefully identified it with his own eyes.

There was some unknown liquid on Harry's robe, which gave off a strange smell - fortunately it was just the smell of evening primrose. If it had been the smell of heather, Ian would have felt that he had to call the police.

"Is this good uncle researching the transformation potion?"

Ian sniffed his nose, and from the remaining smell of potion, he figured out what kind of potion Harry Potter had been experimented on. He didn't go up to greet the bad-tempered Harry, but just watched Harry cursing as he walked towards the Slytherin common room. Perhaps more than ten minutes ago, this savior really experienced what it was like to be Harry.

Yes.

Ian has figured out what kind of potion experiment Harry Potter is helping Snape with through the effects of the herbs, and that research is definitely good news for certain special groups.

"My good uncle is so scary!"

Ian didn't know why Snape would suddenly study such a potion.

Perhaps it was because of Dumbledore's request.

It could also be due to some unspeakable abnormal psychology. In short, the one who suffered was definitely Harry Potter, who was targeted by him. Ian could only mourn for Mr. Savior silently in his heart for two seconds.

“When it comes to invention and innovation, I am YYDS!”

Ian watched Harry Potter leave.

There is a mysterious and quiet atmosphere in the Hogwarts Castle at night. The moonlight shines through the colored glass onto the floor of the corridor, forming patches of dim light and shadow.

The young wizard wandered around the Hogwarts castle after dinner like a street urchin. This was his unique way of digesting food. After all, most students had to consider the curfew.

This is not.

Almost an hour after dinner, there were no students left in the corridor. Ian walked slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

It appears exceptionally clear.

"Oh, little Ian, you really look like a lion patrolling your territory." Some people in the portrait couldn't help but sigh as they saw Ian walking with an arrogant posture.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. I just want to take a look at how beautiful our Hogwarts is." Ian smiled from ear to ear and politely waved to the portrait that always told the truth.

Turning a corner, suddenly, a familiar figure came into view - Filch, the bad-tempered administrator who was always mean to the students.

At this time, after everyone had rested, Filch was standing at the end of the corridor, concentrating on performing some strange ritual in the dim light of the torch.

Well, it's called a ritual, but in fact it's just some operations that students joked about to prove that Filch was definitely a psychopath. Last semester, Filch spent almost half of the semester conducting the same experiment.

"Today! I will succeed today! Yes! I will succeed!" Filch was wearing the same brown coat that he always wore, with his gray hair tied into a small ponytail at the back of his head. His wrinkled face was full of determination, his cloudy eyes were fixed on the iron barrel in front of him, and he kept muttering something.

"It will work this time! It will work!" He said to himself excitedly, his fingers trembling as he touched his forehead, his eyes determined, "I can feel that it's almost there."

It really feels a bit mentally ill.

"here we go again."

Ian cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself and then walked into the corridor where Filch was. He wanted to bypass this guy who was persistently trying to gain magic through self-mutilation.

however.

Filch's actions were indeed unbearable for him to watch. He took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and then rushed towards the extremely thick wall.

"boom!"

This guy didn't hit the iron barrel anymore, but started hitting something more solid. The dull sound of the collision echoed in the corridor, making Ian's head ache just by watching it.

"It hurts even more! This kind of pain! It must stimulate my magic!" Filch staggered back, his forehead flushed red, but an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

I don't know what training institution he went to for further study during the holidays. This double self-mutilation really makes people feel that he might be really crazy.

Right.

Having seen the beauty of magic, and losing it again, might be different from never having seen it at all. Ian also realized that Filch's paranoia was related to his own experiment last semester.

I didn't expect that half a year had passed and this poor guy was still holding on. This guy really had a will of steel, but his poor character made Ian not want to really help him.

"But, after all, it is related to my behavior." Seeing that Filch was going to continue to bang his head against the wall, Ian sighed, took out his wand and cast a forgetfulness spell on Filch.

All the memories related to the sudden acquisition of magic were rewritten by him.

next moment.

Filch's eyes became blank.

"Why am I here?" He touched his aching forehead, thinking that he had accidentally fallen. He muttered that it was all because of those damn little wizards who threw things around, and walked towards his lounge. Ian looked at the wand in his hand, but he didn't feel any guilt for casting spells on others.

"I said that I have some psychological problems." Ian was guessing what additional effects the Oblivion Spell would bring if he used the magic framework of Mythology, while walking towards his own Ravenclaw common room. Aurora's substitute class made him interested in his own small class again.

This is the time to compete with your good friends in teaching ability.

In front of the door of the Ravenclaw common room, the bronze eagle door knocker was dozing off. Ian coughed lightly, and the eagle ring woke up immediately and asked a question in a solemn voice.

“What gets shared more often?”

It asked the usual questions and did not embarrass Ian.

but.

"I love you."

Ian had a simple and direct answer to this. It sounded like he was answering something irrelevant, but the door still slammed open. This was also the reason why he was no longer targeted by the door knocker.

The little wizard mastered the simple and rough way to deal with the door knocker.

The common room was brightly lit and much busier than usual at this time of year—there were not only Ravenclaw students, but also several young people from other colleges. They sat in groups of three or four on the blue and bronze sofas, or gathered around the fireplace, talking in low voices, all of them waiting for the small class to start.

When Ian walked in, all eyes turned to him. A red-haired Hufflepuff girl jumped up excitedly: "He's here! The little professor is here!"

The girl's voice was very excited.

Ian remembered that the little fan girl was called Emily.

"Good evening, fellow students who are eager to learn. It's time for make-up lessons." Ian smiled and walked to the center of the lounge, took off his robe and casually draped it on the sofa.

next moment.

A very discerning student helped him move a special seat.

Ian noticed that there were several students in the corner with bruises and scratches on their faces, obviously having just experienced a "friendly exchange." He shook his head and took out a small bottle of purple ointment from his pocket and threw it to them.

"Apply this, and the bruise will disappear tomorrow." The young wizard really liked the feeling of doing small favors for others. As he spoke, he sat down in his own exclusive seat.

The seat began to float in the air so that everyone could see him. "So, tonight we are going to learn a very practical spell - [Silence Spell]."

The young wizards surrounding the floating seats immediately became interested, and excited whispers immediately rang out in the lounge. Ian waited for a few seconds and raised his hand to signal silence.

"The reason this spell is useful," he continued, "is that it is the best way to fight most wizards. Think about it, if you can't cast spells, even the most powerful wizards will not be able to perform magic."

talking.

Ian started today's class.

After teaching his classmates this magic, Ian also received questions from some of his classmates.

"Young professor, when this magic is used, the caster cannot speak, so right?" The person who raised this question was Qiu Zhang, a friend from the same college.

Only those who Ian was very familiar with dared to question the knowledge he taught. In fact, Ian felt guilty about this, after all, the [Silencing Spell] was just an immature transitional product when he was studying the [Forbidden Magic Spell].

but.

He is no longer a first-year student. With a little thought, he can find an excuse for himself without showing any emotion. Instead, he showed a mysterious smile.

"That's the beauty of this magic." Ian looked around to make sure everyone was looking at him intently. "My magic puts everyone on the same level. When the magic fails, it all comes down to who has the harder fist, right? And the fists of us young people are definitely harder than those of the elderly."

This is obviously a substitution of concepts.

The students didn't realize that this was a heresy.

"I understand! No wonder the ancestor of Gryffindor practiced swordsmanship!" There were even students from Gryffindor who seemed to have found the reason why the founder of the academy practiced swordsmanship.

He slapped his head.

Just found the perfect excuse for Ian.

"Yes, yes, that's right. Mastering both magic and swordsmanship, this is what a qualified wizard is, a perfect wizard, a wizard who can inherit the legacy of his ancestors!"

Ian immediately took over the conversation in an impassioned voice, and secretly used a little magic to liven up the atmosphere. Immediately, the atmosphere in the entire lounge became lively again.

Take advantage.

Ian also promoted his own "King Arthur Sword Collection".

"I want to learn! I want to learn!"

There are many people who have the desire to learn.

No one doubted the authenticity of Ian's swordsmanship.

but.

Ian did not teach on the spot. It was not because he wanted to raise the price, but because he did not have the book yet and needed to go to another place tonight to cheat.

of course.

It's not impossible to let Ariana come out to teach, but Ian is worried that if Dumbledore also comes to teach every day, it will scare away his large group of loyal study group members.

……

Wait until tonight's small class is over.

Ian first went back to the dormitory to take a shower and gossiped with William about Michael's relationship. Then, after William began to become introverted and Michael began to fall into a deep sleep, he left the dormitory.

He went straight to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

"It's alone time again!"

Ian walked back and forth three times in front of the tapestry of the giant beating Barnabas with a club, silently reciting the required place in his mind. Then a smooth door gradually appeared on the wall.

Pushing the door open, Ian stepped into a spacious room.

In the center of the room stood a tall black-robed skeleton, with soul fire gleaming in its empty eye sockets. In the corner, a Dementor was floating in mid-air, looking hopeless.

The air temperature around it was noticeably a few degrees cooler than the rest of the room.

"Good evening, guys," Ian greeted casually, walking over to the potions workbench on the other side of the room. The black-robed skeletons clattered in response, and the Dementors floated closer, seemingly pleased with Ian's presence - if such creatures could be pleased.

Anyway.

No longer having to be treated as a toy by the black-robed skeleton, the Dementors finally have some emotions.

"Right, I have to give it a try."

Ian saw the black-robed skeleton circling the room out of boredom. He seemed to have thought of something and put down the potion ingredients in his hand.

"νδειξοντφσου, Στλβω!" This is the fluorescent flash in ancient Greek. Ian once again invoked the power of the sun god - the little wizard didn't know whether the sun outside rose at night, he just saw the golden light penetrate the roof and fall on his wand.

The light carries the warmth of the sun.

The light filled the room, sending the Dementors fleeing, and it shone upon the skeleton, which stood still and showed no reaction.

Only the soul fire in the eye sockets flickered slightly.

"Still not working?"

Ian was a little disappointed, but he was still unwilling to give up. With a thought, a golden light as thin as a hair separated from the light ball and flowed like a liquid stream of sunlight towards the black-robed skeleton standing quietly beside him. And at the moment when the golden light touched the skeleton's finger bones, fine golden lines immediately appeared on the pale bone surface.

Like countless capillaries spreading under the skin.

"it works!?"

Ian was thrilled.

He gave all the golden glow to the past, and the golden light quickly covered the entire skeleton of the black-robed skeleton, outlining ancient and mysterious patterns on every bone.

“Click, click, click”

The black-robed skeleton's jawbone suddenly opened and closed unconsciously, and the originally weak soul fire in its eye sockets was completely replaced by gold. It slowly raised its bony hand as if it was "watching" its body undergoing a drastic change in an incredible way.

The first thing to change was the bone marrow. The originally dry cavity suddenly gushed out dark red gelatinous substances, like the essence of life injected by an invisible hand. These substances flowed in the bone tubes, making a slight gurgling sound, and then seeped out from the tiny holes at the ends of the bones, extending into lines of wriggling blood vessels.

They climbed on the bone surface like living things, the main trunk extending along the long bones, and the branches entwined every protrusion and depression like vines. When the main artery took shape, the whole skeleton suddenly shook - a thick blood vessel twitched violently where the heart was originally, and then began to beat regularly.

“Plop. Plop.”

The faint but clear heartbeat echoed in the silent room.

With each beat, more tiny capillaries branch out from the main blood vessels, gradually weaving into a complex neural network covering the entire body of the black-robed skeleton.

"So what you want is fatherly love!"

Ian held his breath as realization dawned on him.

He saw pink tissue beginning to emerge between the ribs of the skeleton - first a thin layer of fascia, then bright red muscle fibers like countless tiny snakes, entwining and fusing with each other from the attachment points. Large muscles were formed on the skeleton at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, the small muscle groups at the knuckles, then the flexors and extensors of the forearms, followed by the full biceps... The changes in the black-robed skeleton suddenly stopped at this moment.

The growth of flesh and blood seemed to have encountered a bottleneck.

Alive.

But not fully alive.

It just changed from a skeleton to a more creepy-looking strange creature with no skin and only partial muscles. Moreover, from the confused expression of this guy, it can be seen that his memory has not returned.

"That's right, the brain hasn't grown out yet." Ian walked forward and lifted the crown of the black-robed skeleton. He did not find a beating brain, but only a mass of unformed matter that was like a paste.

"Hey! It seems that your father's love is not pure!"

Ian sighed helplessly and cancelled the magic. The next moment, the flesh and blood on the black-robed skeleton began to disappear madly, and finally turned back into a bare skeleton.

"Is there love? No love? This is Ru Ai!"

Ian's excitement calmed down again. He was a little annoyed and regretted that he should have asked the goddess for some flesh and blood when he left Pompeii. Even if he had only a piece, he could cultivate a lot of flesh and blood, and use 502 glue to cover the whole body of the skeleton in front of him.

"Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow." Ian put down his wand and looked at the time on the wall. The affairs of the black-robed skeleton were obviously far less important than his.

Nowadays.

That was his confusing night.

If the time spent traveling back to the past could be calculated, he should be able to enter the hazy fantasy world smoothly. It was precisely because he was unsure that he wanted to rest early.

"Finally, add some African tree snake skin to the pot of medicine. Please help me keep an eye on the fire." Before going to bed, Ian did not forget to boil the medicine, but he was stunned when he walked to his medicine cabinet. This was really beyond the little wizard's expectations. All the herbs he had prepared and placed here in the afternoon were gone!

"Who touched my potion ingredients!?" Ian's voice suddenly increased. He turned around and looked around the room. He pulled the black-robed skeleton over, but failed to shake anything out of the black-robed skeleton's robe.

Then he opened the Dementor's mouth, but still couldn't smell the scent of stolen potion.

“Strange.”

Ian frowned.

He took out his wand and immediately recalled what had happened in this room.

next moment.

His expression suddenly became interesting - Snape's figure appeared in the picture, and he didn't know how he had sneaked in here!
then.

They packed the herbs smoothly like flowing water and autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and all the herbs processed by the little wizard were packed away. The little wizard was stunned when he saw this scene.

What kind of role reversal is this!

"I was wondering why the smell of evening primrose on Harry Potter was so pure! Damn Snape!" Ian finally realized where the herbs he had processed had gone.

It turned out that it fell into Harley's stomach!

(End of this chapter)