Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 248: 247: Blurred Night! Weird Eyes!

The dome of the Room of Requirement was covered with dark purple curtains.

The dim light flickered, as if echoing Ian's bad mood at the moment.

Ian stood in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips, his eyes wide open, cursing loudly at the air: "That old bat Snape actually dared to steal my potion ingredients! How could he be so shameless!"

Ian cursed and paced back and forth in the room, the floorboards creaking under his feet. His face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Every expression and movement revealed his extreme inner pain.

Got it!

I have figured everything out!

The truth of the matter was revealed with the effect of the backtracking magic! Ian never thought that he would be pecked one day, and his good uncle Snape had already taken advantage of him!

"Damn it!"

I really get angrier the more I think about it.

You have to know that when he went to fleece Snape before, he left behind gold Galleons for purchasing materials at the beginning. It was only after Snape scolded him and said that he didn't care about his gold Galleons that he went back empty-handed and came back with a full hand.

Take care.

Reciprocity is a courtesy.

Ian can give it up! How could Snape not keep the gold Galleons! The herbs that Ian used to make the medicine were all top-grade, and most of them were specially left to him by his good friend Hagrid!
"Despicable old bat! What I want is gold Galleons! What I want is an attitude!" Ian tried to summon the female fist to possess him. He also didn't understand why Snape was able to enter the room where he was making medicine.

He didn't understand how Snape knew what potion ingredients he had placed here. The only thing he was sure of was that Snape had probably tried more than once to brew a potion that would turn Harry into Harry.

If Snape's own material cabinet had not been exhausted, Snape probably would not have chosen to start with him - after all, the Slytherin Headmaster, who knew Ian, knew that this would make Ian furious.

And the consequences of Ian's rage.

It would probably give him a headache.

"I think my uncle wants to make things difficult for the Slytherin students!" Ian knew that it was useless to put the blame on Snape, so he accurately chose a useful target for the blame.

"I don't know if he is just a pervert or is exploring something..." After calming down a little, Ian was also quite curious about the potion that Snape was researching.

The probability that Snape is a pervert is relatively small, so the reason why Snape wanted to turn Harry into Harry is definitely intriguing, and there must be other reasons behind it.

"He also wants to torture Harry and hook up with Lily?" As soon as this thought came into Ian's mind, he denied it immediately.

after all.

No one knew whether James Potter knew about Lily Evans' affairs, but in Ian's opinion, this was definitely a secret that was little known to everyone except the people in the Soul Palace.

I'm afraid even Dumbledore didn't know that the mother who sacrificed herself to protect Harry Potter would, for some unknown reason, transform into an apostle of the Soul Temple.

Ian didn't think his good uncle could detect the secret that even the old principal couldn't. It couldn't be said that the concept that love can conquer everything can be applied in such a place, right?

I don’t know if I don’t know.

Snape might have other intentions in turning Harry into Harry - Ian touched his chin, but this time he failed to summon Detective Conan to possess him.

He still couldn't figure out Snape's purpose in brewing the potion. But, no matter what, a potion that could change someone's gender was really a bit explosive.

It may be different from a polyjuice decoction.

Polyjuice Potion is about becoming someone else.

This magic potion directly brings about a polar reversal.

"Bring me a glass of water." Ian said without turning his head. The Dementor behind him was well-trained and immediately brought him a glass of refreshing water that did not need to be cooled.

Ian took the cup, hesitated for a moment, and then drank it all in one gulp. The cold water dripped down his chin and wet his collar. "Give me another glass."

obviously.

at the very beginning.

He asked for a glass of water not to drink it, but he couldn't help it after he got it. It's like many people buy fried chicken for their girlfriends, they don't want to eat it at first, but they can't help showing off two pieces when they buy it.

what?
Is there anyone who doesn’t have a girlfriend?

That's unlikely.

"Uncle Bad's move has given me a new inspiration. Maybe I don't need to "resurrect" Voldemort to create a crisis that is enough to make Lily panic."

"And then... he revealed his little chicken feet, was caught by me, and then successfully helped me find the Soul Palace." Ian stared at the water glass in his hand. In his mind, he recalled the smell he smelled when he met Harry Potter.

He confirmed each piece of material.

As for the ratio... it was no problem for Ian, who was already a master of potions. He just waved his wand lightly, and then the cup in his hand began to change.

Specifically, the water in the cup is changing.

It slowly changed from a clear transparent color to a slightly weird scarlet color. This was Ian's transfiguration. He could ignore the laws of transfiguration and create something with magical effects.

Whether it is an alchemical creation, a living creature, or a potion, Ian can transform it by knowing its specific structure and then using his cheat-level transfiguration.

of course.

There are also disadvantages.

While maintaining this kind of Transfiguration, it will inevitably occupy part of the influence of Ian's magic. However, as the saying goes, everything has two sides, which also means that as long as Ian does not withdraw his magic, the things he changes through Transfiguration will exist forever, and the same is true for the effects of the potion.

Perhaps the potion created by Snape's potion formula can only last for a part of the time, just like the Polyjuice Potion, but as long as Ian does not withdraw the influence of his own magic, the effect of the potion will last until the end of Ian's life - for Ian now, this part of the magic power occupied is not much.

"I don't know if Harry is willing to drink this medicine." Ian is not the kind of person who likes to force others or secretly poison them. He feels that as long as he takes out the bargaining chip related to "Lumberjack", Mr. Savior, who has an extraordinary desire for family affection, should be willing to take this bottle of potion on his own initiative.

He wouldn't be able to maintain the effect of the potion forever anyway. As long as Lily Evans could be lured out, Ian would of course immediately withdraw the influence of his magic.

By then, Harry Potter will be able to return to the ranks of men with penises.

"Well, we can discuss it with Harry." Ian temporarily put the potion into his purse. After all, he had more important things to do tonight.

The entrance time to the misty fantasy has arrived, and Ian can't wait to return to his homeland. He looked at the time and found that half an hour has passed since he wanted to go to bed.

"Nothing else is more important than mine." Ian still had a lot of things to do in the misty fantasy, so he immediately conjured up a large Simmons bed for himself.

When the little wizard lay on it.

The velvet curtain closed automatically, hiding the black-robed skeletons and Dementors outside, and also blocking the noise of the two people chasing each other like cat and mouse.

This big bed was extremely comfortable. After all, Ian also considered the ergonomic design when designing it. However, he tossed and turned in bed today and couldn't fall asleep. What occupied his mind at the moment was not Snape's greasy face, but the various strange things that happened in the past half month. The little wizard didn't have the heart to hold a grudge against his good uncle for too long.

All that came to Ian's mind were things about the past.

There was also the secret of Dumbledore, the changes in his own magic... These questions were like a tangled mess, entangled in his mind and could not be shaken off.

Of course, he knew that as long as he entered the hazy fantasy and found his teacher, the bad woman Morgan, and the friend he named himself, some of his questions might be answered.

however.

The problem was that he couldn't sleep... and couldn't get in. It really felt like a strange circle, he had to enter the hazy fantasy to get the answer, but he didn't have the answer and his mind was in a mess and he couldn't sleep.

"Alas, I still have to rely on magic and ruthlessness!"

Ian flipped over and sat up, dug out a bottle of water of life and death from his purse, uncorked it and drank the whole bottle of water in one gulp as if he were drinking a Coke.

have to say.

Legendary wizards were relatively resistant to this kind of potion. A bottle of water of life and death was enough to knock down several elephants, but Ian only felt a slight effect.

"Luckily I have plenty of stock!"

Ian took out the medicine again.

a bottle.

Two bottles.

Three or four bottles.

After drinking five bottles of water of life and death, Ian finally felt the familiar sleepiness. He immediately fell back on the bed, and his mind gradually became confused.

to be frank.

This was his first time entering the Bizarre Realm as a legendary figure. In the past, he felt like he was falling or passing through some kind of barrier. This time was different—he clearly felt that he was actually standing still, but there was an invisible "door" passing through his body.

As I passed through that door.

Ian only felt that the scene in front of him gradually became blurred.

but.

His thoughts and perception remained clearer than ever before, which allowed him to see a truth that he had never thought about, or that most wizards had never figured out - his own magic field spread out like a golden spider web, resonating with the silver runes on the "door" that passed through him.

"I see."

The young wizard was greatly surprised, but he also suddenly realized.

"The way to reach the Bizarre Realm is not to travel through a place, but to change the state of the soul... When the soul is in a certain state, it has arrived at the Bizarre Realm."

"The illusion has always overlapped with reality... It's very far, but also very close. If you can't reach this state, you will never be able to reach it." Ian didn't know if there had ever been a legendary wizard who had seen this shocking news after his death. He was a little confused. After all, many things in the past proved that the concept of "distance" should be real.

if not.

He would not be able to summon Ariana more easily in the time loop, but much more difficult in the real world - but this fact contradicted the facts he discovered now.

"Maybe... there is an explanation that can resolve this contradiction, but I don't know what kind of explanation it is." Ian felt that this might be a research direction that would allow him to go down in history.

but.

Now is obviously not the time to think about this issue.

With clarity of vision.

Ian had completely arrived at the land of misty fantasy - the cold mist immediately wrapped around his eyelashes. The young wizard stood by a river that looked very dark. The river water was like melted obsidian, flowing thickly and quietly, but it was quite different from the black color of the Black Sea he had seen before.

Are there dots of starlight reflected on the river? But when Ian looked up, there were no stars on the gray sky. The river was as black as ink, but it reflected the non-existent starlight.

The stars flickered and jumped, unreal and ethereal, as if weaving some unknown dream, or like imprisoned fireflies, flickering in the inky water.

"A new map again?"

Ian was actually used to such accidents. However, compared to before, he was now completely calm in such situations.

It’s different in the past.

Ian has been able to find a way to return to his familiar territory on his own. His legendary strength allows him to use magic to teleport in this world.

"Let's see where this place is first."

Ian knew very well that he would never appear in a scene unrelated to him for no reason, so he was not in a hurry to leave, but began to look around.

On both sides of the river stood black forests of strange shapes.

The trees were twisted like painful human bodies, as if they had been manipulated by invisible giant hands. The bark was covered with eye-like scars, and the branches were entangled with each other to form thorn arches.

Dark green moss hung from the tree trunks, looking like a witch's long hair. The air was filled with a sweet smell of decay, mixed with the scent of damp soil and some ancient herbs. The lush branches and leaves were layered and covered the sky, and it was estimated that not even a trace of sunlight could penetrate the entire forest.

Ok.

There's no sun in the sky anyway.

This place was as strange and creepy as the dark forest where the evil villains in fairy tales lived. Ian didn't know why a little wizard as pure as himself would appear here.

"fairy tale……"

between thoughts.

Ian seemed to have grasped a key word. This forest really looked like the dark forest in the story I heard when I was a child, where the evil witch used bones as fences and poisoned apples as doorbells.

"Ok?"

Just as Ian focused his eyes and tried to look deeper into the Black Forest, his sight passed through the layers of mist and met a pair of approaching shining eyes. Those eyes were extremely deep, dark green, and there were strange pentagons in the pupils. It was obvious that they were not kind eyes.

"What the hell."

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly.

His wand already appeared in his hand.

The fog seemed to solidify the moment the two looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)