Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 257 Chapter 256: Weird Brain! Riddle Appears!

The night is getting dark.

After a day of study, the little wizards of Hogwarts have all fallen into a comfortable dream. Some of them are looking for their ideals in their dreams while others are simply having erotic dreams.

Ian is different.

He traveled to the hazy fantasy world again, which was like taking advantage of other people's sleeping time to attract a group of classmates. Not only did he increase his knowledge, but he also gained other things.

In the Crucible in the Room of Requirement.

The violet potion was bubbling.

"came back!"

Ian slowly opened his eyes, and the familiar Room of Requirement appeared in his sight.

The room was filled with a complex and unique smell, which was the lingering scent of the potion he had brewed earlier, the scent of mandrake roots mixed with the unique flavor of the potion.

time.

Brewing pot after pot of miracles. The dim light poured down from the magic chandelier on the ceiling, softly illuminating the room filled with various potion-brewing utensils.

Ian stretched and stood up from the comfortable magic recliner he had customized. His eyes wandered around the room and finally stopped at a corner.

“Pah, pah.”

There was a strange noise coming from the corner.

I saw a black-robed skeleton squatting there, fiddling with the hapless Dementor with his hands. The Dementor, who had lost all hope in life, kept struggling in its hands, making creepy growls.

but.

Accompanied by the black-robed skeleton's fierceness.

The Dementor's black robe was torn to tatters, and in the end it could only make a faint whimper - for the black-robed skeleton that did not need sleep, it was the Dementor's nightmare for 24 hours.

perhaps.

To the Dementors.

This must be a sign of destiny. Ian's eyes lit up immediately, he walked over quickly and snatched the Dementor from the black-robed skeleton.

"Huh?" The black-robed skeleton was stunned by this sudden action, with a trace of confusion and bewilderment flashing in its empty eye sockets. It raised its skinny arm as if trying to take back the Dementors.

"Lend it to me for fun."

Ian was in high spirits.

A world where only Dementors are hurt.

"Roar!"

The Dementors wanted to resist.

However, Ian's big pen made it more sober than the black-robed skeleton. After just a hit, the Dementor suddenly became much more obedient and did not move.

It has no eyes.

It looks clear too.

"I'm...bored."

The black-robed skeleton continued to reach out.

He also got a big slap from Ian.

Ian, who was determined to use his alchemical talent, completely ignored the skeleton's protests and excitedly took out the long sword he forged in the misty illusion from the workbench.

Because of architectural issues.

It can be called a cyber sword.

The longsword was emitting a faint glow under the dim light. Ian frowned slightly, his eyes revealing concentration and curiosity, and he began to try to stuff the Dementor into the Cyber ​​Sword.

The runes on the sword sensed the magic power and immediately glowed blue. Ian pinched the struggling Dementor and tried to put it into the groove of the hilt like putting flowers in a vase.

however.

The Dementors were like a sticky mass of asphalt, and there was no way they could be stuffed in. It wasn't a question of resistance or not, but the Dementors were simply not compatible with the longsword forged by Ian.

Unwilling to give up, Ian tried to adjust the runes on the sword again and again.

In the end, it's just
The invisible body of the Dementor failed, and the Dementor could not be stuffed in. Ian had no choice but to stop what he was doing and declare that his idea was completely unfeasible.

but.

He also has the Ah Q spirit.

"Perhaps, this can be used as a basis to prove that Dementors have no souls?" Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up and an excited smile appeared on his face.

As if he had discovered a new world, Ian was very surprised by his sudden idea, as if he had seen a wonderful magic paper achievement waving to him.

Maybe not that useful.

But the thesis.

That's it.

You water it, I water it.

As long as it makes sense.

In the end, it was printed on chocolate frogs and became a touted achievement.

"As expected of me! I can always find useful knowledge in daily life!" Ian cast his eyes on the black-robed skeleton again. He looked up and down at the black-robed skeleton, thinking that this thing obviously couldn't fit in. However, Ian had a new idea in his mind. He quickly walked in front of the black-robed skeleton.

"Do you want brains?"

Ian asked.

When the black-robed skeleton heard these words, a glimmer of light seemed to flash in its originally empty eye sockets, which was the flicker of the burning soul fire. It nodded vigorously and said in a staccato voice that sounded like it was filled with a lot of old phlegm: "Use... love to give me flesh and blood... use... love to give me flesh and blood..."

It was the familiar mumbling again.

The skull of the skeleton swayed up and down, and the joints made a grinding sound. Ian's heart moved slightly when he heard this, but he still pretended not to hear the other party's request.

"Let me customize a brain for you first." Ian stood up and began to work in the Room of Requirement. His previous experience in the Mirror of Erised had given him some inspiration.

He decided to build a cyberbrain.

of course.

The brain of pure metal is too complicated.

So the metal brain still needs a little miracle from the Creator.

"What material should I use?"

Ian's mind conjured up the busy figures of the house-elves.

He snapped his fingers in the air with magic power, and then, sensing Ian's call, the house-elf, who was ready to serve Ian anytime and anywhere, appeared out of thin air.

Maybe it was busy in the kitchen before.

It is also possible that you are cleaning a corner of the campus.

but.

Ian as long as there is a call.

The house-elves who can free their hands temporarily will come to Ian first - some people may think that freeing the house-elves is a very noble thing, but Ian thinks it is too comfortable to have house-elves serving him. Since these creatures will not feel pain for serving others, why should they be corrected by force?
to be frank.

This is no longer a question of the Virgin Mary.

Instead, he hoped that lions would become vegetarians and that fish would stop soaking in water all the time - anyway, Ian felt that he only needed to have basic respect for house-elves.

"Could you please give me some pig brains? And some other ingredients, too." Ian explained his needs to the elf, and the elf immediately understood.

"Okay, okay! Rabbi will prepare for Mr. Prince, who is greater than the great!" As soon as the words fell, the house-elf Rabbi disappeared directly in front of Ian.

About three minutes later, no more than three and a half minutes later, the house-elf Rabbi happily brought a basket of fresh pig brains. Yes, a whole basket of pig brains. They were all leftover ingredients when the school needed pork.

The entire college.

Except for some Chinese.

Only Ian would eat this kind of thing. Because of this, the house-elves kept it for Ian, preserving it with magic, almost as fresh as when they had just taken it out.

In addition to this thing, there are various ingredients and a large copper pot dedicated to Ian. As soon as Ian opens his mouth, the house elves know that he wants to eat hot pot.

after all.

They had completely understood Ian's eating preferences in one school year. It could be said that Ian probably didn't understand his appetite better than they did.

This is professionalism!
"Thank you."

Ian sent the house elf away and looked at the pig brain in front of him, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile. While humming a little tune, he set up a simple hot pot device in the Room of Requirement. The fire was burning, and the soup in the pot was boiling and exuding an enticing aroma.

Although I had only eaten barbecue before, anyone who has had experience knows that if you only eat meat, you will get hungry very quickly, especially for someone like Ian who is still growing up.

"The king's grandson is not as good as me!" Ian put a fresh pig brain into the pot. At the same time, his hands were not idle, and he began to perform alchemical transformation on another pig brain.

Yes.

The main reason for wanting this kind of food is business.

He used his superb alchemy skills to wrap the mithril wire around it like a blood vessel, and embedded some magic runes and small magic devices into the pig's brain.

This is the core of the cyber brain.

Pure biological processor.

Easy to use.

It is consumable, and each one can only be used for a week or so at most. It is not that magic cannot keep it fresh, but that with the process of use, batches of brain cells will gradually die.

Flesh and blood are bitter and weak.

That's probably it.

Because life is the Creator's forbidden zone.

and so.

Ian is still unable to come up with the normal level of biological consumption standards, so he did not use very good materials, and the only material used for the pig brain shell is a copper shell.

"Hogwarts, the biochemical maniac." Ian's eyes were focused and serious, with dense beads of sweat on his forehead. Even for him, such magical transformation was a delicate job.

I saw.

His hands moved quickly between the pig brain and various magic tools, his movements smooth and cautious. As he operated, the pig brain gradually changed.

The ordinary pig brain became taller and more majestic, and the surface began to gleam with a faint magical light. Ian looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Then, he copied the swordplay memory of the legendary King Arthur from Pandro into the transformed pig brain.

"Perfect!"

Ian carefully picked up the pig brain that carried the memory of legendary swordsmanship and walked in front of the black-robed skeleton. The black-robed skeleton tilted its head as if full of anticipation for what was about to happen.

I saw.

Ian pried open the black-robed skeleton's mandible and placed the pig brain in the black-robed skeleton's cranial cavity - there was no other way, the black-robed skeleton's crown was really impossible to open.

This is the only trick we can use.

Fortunately, there was enough space in the black-robed skeleton's skeleton frame, so everything went smoothly. After putting the pig's brain in, he took out his wand and cast an illumination spell on the black-robed skeleton.

next moment.

The black-robed skeleton let out a low roar.

Flesh and blood grow.

but.

This time it did not grow completely, but under Ian's control of magic, only blood vessels grew out and connected to the brain of the black robe skeleton's cranial cavity.

"I... I feel the existence of the brain..." said the black-robed skeleton in a hoarse voice. He might not know what is in his brain.

"It really works. Now we just need to engrave this part of the magic into this brain." Ian knew that ordinary magic would not work on the black robe skeleton.

and so.

He maintained the state of releasing magic, and slowly engraved this magic with divine power on the copper shell of the cyber brain. The magic power he input could last at least a week.

“That’s it, that’s it!”

Ian withdrew the magic on the wand, and the blood vessels in the black-robed skeleton's brain still existed, and a small ray of gentle light from the sun god was maintaining this tiny piece of flesh and blood.

"Try it!"

While the black-robed skeleton was still savoring the moment, Ian stuffed his cyber sword into the other party's hands. The black-robed skeleton looked at the strange little wizard in a daze.

"Come on, show me some swordplay."

Ian reminded.

The black-robed skeleton looked at the sword in his hand with a confused look. Its hand was shaking slightly, as if it was not yet used to the weapon in its hand. Ian knew that this was because the Goddess of Recklessness used to use a giant sword.

Although it may feel uncoordinated, the black-robed skeleton still began to dance. It was a little awkward at first, but soon, its movements began to become smooth.

Each move showed the essence of Pandro's swordsmanship. The sword tip drew a perfect arc. The silver light was Pandro's signature swordsmanship.

"Divine Judgment".

A very childish name.

But who made Pandro named like that?

"Great! My alchemy results have been a great success again!" Ian racked his brains to be able to use swordsmanship without having to suffer himself.

But now the result seems to be quite satisfactory.

"From now on, you will be my exclusive bodyguard!" Ian was like the kind of leader who likes to make promises. He patted the black-robed skeleton's shoulder encouragingly and then walked towards his hot pot.

Busy.

It takes a lot of physical and mental energy.

Of course I'll be hungry.

There were just enough ingredients, so Ian started to enjoy the delicious hot pot. While he was eating, he felt that it was not tasty enough, so he added a few bottles of magic potion.

"Whoo~"

Ian took a bite.

Fire was literally coming out of his mouth.

……

In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, the warm yellow candlelight was constantly swaying. Dumbledore sat quietly in a high-back chair, his slender fingers gently stroking his chest, as if he was still recalling the pain from before. He was thinking, and after a moment, his eyes fell through the half-moon glasses to a corner.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Riddle."

suddenly.

He spoke.

The voice was calm but with a steadiness that could not be ignored.

I saw.

In the empty room, a figure seemed to walk out. However, it was not a person, but an ordinary armor, and there was no flesh and blood in the empty armor.

Dumbledore was not surprised by this. He stared at the armor, and the room fell into silence for a long time, with only the sound of Fawkes gently preening his feathers on the perch.

(End of this chapter)