Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 258 257: Teaching! Magical Life!

In the ancient and solemn headmaster's office of Hogwarts.

The magic light flickered, casting shadows on the walls, and the fire in the fireplace burned quietly, casting warm light on the silverware and portraits.

But it couldn't dispel the subtle chill in the air.

This is the feeling brought by the strange empty armor. Portraits of past principals are hung on the walls, and their eyes seem to be silently watching everything in this silent space.

No one speaks.

No one looked at him strangely.

"Riddle."

Behind the huge desk, Dumbledore sat quietly, his silver beard gleaming in the light, and his deep blue eyes revealed an elusive look.

"Heh." The armor did not move, but a low chuckle was heard in the air, as if it came from a long distance, or like the sound of the surrounding space rising and falling.

It is unclear where the source is.

Very ethereal.

"What did you do to Malfoy?" Dumbledore didn't care about these strange things. He just spoke in a calm tone and stared at the face in armor.

Although his tone was calm, it contained an unquestionable majesty. However, the armor called Riddle did not immediately respond to Dumbledore's question.

It stands there quietly, like a silent statue.

In a quiet atmosphere.

Dumbledore did not continue speaking. He was as patient as ever. After a long time, the armor finally shook his head, and a low and hoarse voice sounded in the surrounding environment.

"You are always like this, Dumbledore." The voice of the armor was cold and hoarse, with a texture of metal friction, "You know the answer but you still want to ask it."

"It's simple. I gave Malfoy a chance to live. Otherwise, he would have died long ago. No, he would not exist." The tone of the voice did have some of Riddle's feeling.

however.

It obviously came from the weird armor.

"Do you want to tell me that you also have a kind side?" Dumbledore still stared at the armor in front of him. The body forged from the armor's metal glowed coldly.

But the part where the mask should be is a void of darkness.

There is no flesh and blood in it.

But Dumbledore seemed to be able to see the...soul in it? I don't know if I should use this word anymore. The form of the armor was beyond Dumbledore's knowledge.

"Why don't you ask that person... the person who dominates me?" Riddle's voice sounded again, still with a mockery of Dumbledore.

A pair of scarlet eyes seemed to emerge from the empty mask.

Gone in a flash.

"Oh, by the way, "Instead of worrying about this." Riddle's voice was sarcastic, perhaps a little gloating, "Think about how you can survive first."

"Grindelwald can't help you."

Riddle's tone was filled with extreme conviction.

Dumbledore's expression did not fluctuate at all, but his fingertips paused slightly. And all of this seemed to be observed by Riddle, and the young Dark Lord's voice sounded again.

"Dumbledore, my confused master said that I like to commit suicide, but in my opinion, you are the one who likes to commit suicide the most. Even in the history I have experienced, there is no one who is more capable of committing suicide than you."

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you have... the background of my confused master?" The voice was filled with a hint of sarcasm and disdain, and it continued to echo in the room.

It is as sharp as a needle.

With Riddle's pleasure.

Dumbledore responded with silence and expressionless face. The room fell into a long silence, with only the portraits of former headmasters exchanging uneasily glances.

"Is it really so worth your happiness, Riddle?" Dumbledore slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the Black Lake in the distance, with a certain expression flashing in his pupils.

"Don't underestimate... my determination to survive."

He finally answered like this. The laughter of the armor echoed in the air, and then, as Dumbledore drew his wand, he waved the Elder Wand violently in the direction where it was.

next moment.

The armored figure dissipated like smoke.

It's like it never existed.

Things seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.

just.

No one knew about this except the headmaster in the office who dared not speak out for fear of being manipulated by Dumbledore again. The only sound in the silent room was the cry of the phoenix.

As if responding to Dumbledore.

……

Time is passing.

The night will fade away.

The light of dawn quietly spread over the campus of Hogwarts. The next morning, the students of Hogwarts got up and started a new day of study.

The same is true for Ian, of course.

After a hearty breakfast, you can start a fulfilling day.

Sunlight poured into the Transfiguration classroom through the high windows, and fine dust floated in the air. Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, preparing to teach the second-year students a new Transfiguration lesson.

I saw.

The classroom is neatly arranged with tables and chairs.

The sunlight shines through the window onto the desk, forming patches of golden light. Professor McGonagall is wearing a dark green robe, and she looks dignified and elegant.

There was a hint of anticipation and seriousness in her eyes, and she was holding a beetle in her hand.

"Today, we are going to learn the Transfiguration of turning a beetle into a button. This is a more difficult Transfiguration and requires everyone to concentrate on mastering the skills of using magic."

Professor McGonagall always has a stern voice like a dean of studies.

Powerful and steady.

Echoing in the classroom.

All the little wizards were concentrating their attention.

Ian was still chewing on the sausage, but he also gave the professor due respect. He bent down and ate under the table, so as not to offend Professor McGonagall too much.

of course.

Professor McGonagall still glanced in his direction, but didn't say anything. She looked around at the little wizards around her, then raised her wand and pointed it at the beetle.

"Remember, the key lies in the accuracy of your will, not the strength of your magic." Professor McGonagall waved her wand as she explained.

There are words in his mouth.

As a powerful wizard, a dean-level being, she could of course cast spells without incantations, but in order to teach her students, she even intentionally slowed down the speed of her chanting.

Try to keep every syllable absolutely clear. As the magic took shape, the beetle gradually turned into an exquisite button in a flash of light.

There was a burst of exclamations in the classroom.

The students all showed expressions of having gained new insights.

Everyone was eager to try, thinking that they could definitely do it. However, when it was the students' turn to try it themselves, they obviously encountered considerable difficulties.

The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students lowered their heads to try, and soon the classroom was filled with the sound of spells. However, even the top students of Ravenclaw frowned - the beetle either shrank a little or turned into a crooked piece of metal that didn't look like a button at all.

Although the students of Ravenclaw are smart, they seem to be somewhat helpless in the face of this Transfiguration. After all, there is a huge difference in the logic of using magic to turn dead things into living things and to turn living things into dead things.

The Hufflepuff students were even worse off, their magic flickered, and in front of most students, the beetles just trembled slightly but could never turn into buttons.

"It seems that everyone is still facing some difficulties."

Professor McGonagall paced back and forth in the classroom, observing the students' performance. She frowned slightly, and then she grabbed Ian who was hiding under the desk.

"Where's your beetle?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes twitched. "Here."

Ian held up the new sausage that he had made but had not had time to eat because he was still not satisfied with the previous one. The delicious smell kept wafting into Professor McGonagall's nose.

"..."

Professor McGonagall's expression was extremely complicated. Even though she had already seen the truth a long time ago, she still felt unconvinced when she heard it from the little wizard's mouth.

For an excellent Transfiguration genius like Ian.

Older cat girls are really both fond of and speechless about it.

"I need buttons!"

She glared at Ian fiercely.

"And! I hope you remember that you can't eat food created by Transfiguration!" Professor McGonagall thought that Ian was just joking and had no intention of eating the transformed food.

But she still gave a stern reminder.

The main reason is that I’m afraid other little wizards will eat it by mistake.

Actually.

Ian shouldn't be able to conjure up food, nor should he have such a level of Transfiguration... Professor McGonagall looked at Ian with complicated eyes, and Ian thought Professor McGonagall was urging him.

"Ok."

Ian took out his magic wand, and the sausage in his hand was transformed into a button under his skilled magic control. The surface of the button was shining with a unique magical luster, which was even more exquisite than the one Professor McGonagall had transformed. There was a burst of exclamations in the classroom.

"As expected of a little professor!"

"Ian is so amazing! I knew he could do it!"

"Ian is such a master of Transfiguration!"

……

Some young wizards even gave Ian a very extraordinary title. Professor McGonagall, who always liked to be realistic, surprisingly did not speak out to correct her students.

The older cat girl finally smiled.

Let’s put aside some of the headaches.

Although Ian was not a student of Gryffindor, she liked Ian very much as an excellent student. After all, no teacher would dislike excellent students.

"very good."

Professor McGonagall looked at Ian deeply.

"Now, Ian, you come and explain to everyone the key points of this magic." Professor McGonagall brought Ian to the podium and even placed him directly on the desk.

Ian just sat down cross-legged naturally.

"Uh, let me give a lecture?"

Ian cleared his throat, glanced at the students, and said in an orderly manner: "When performing this transfiguration spell, you must first concentrate on injecting your magic power into the wand steadily."

“At the same time, we must clearly imagine the shape and details of the button in our mind, and let the power of magic change the shape of the beetle according to our wishes.”

"In addition, the pronunciation of magic spells is also very important. It must be accurate and powerful." His voice was clear and confident, and the students nodded thoughtfully.

And after a brief pause.

"The most important thing is that everyone should understand that we are not killing the beetle, but only changing its form of existence... Don't be too obsessed with the difference between dead and living things."

"We are wizards. If we want it to be alive, it will be alive, no matter in what form." Ian's explanation was obviously some of his own magical experience.

The students listened very carefully and seemed to understand something.

Professor McGonagall's eyes flickered again for a moment.

"Well said. I feel a little relieved now. At least when you become a professor in the future, you won't make Hogwarts too abnormal."

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, but generally speaking she was praising Ian. This evaluation was considered very high by most young wizards.

"It seems that Ian will teach our next generation in the future."

"What? Ian will teach my son in the future too? That's great!"

"It's so funny, you won't have a son at all."

……

Everyone was whispering.

It didn't stop until Professor McGonagall glanced sternly around the room.

Everyone started practicing magic again.

This time, quite a few students were successful.

It was obvious that Ian's teaching was very effective, but some students were still having difficulties. This was a matter of talent. Professor McGonagall treated all of them equally and patiently provided one-on-one teaching.

soon.

The bell rings.

After class.

The students packed up their books and left the classroom. Just as Ian was about to leave, Professor McGonagall stopped him.

"Ian, wait a minute, please stay for a moment."

Professor McGonagall spoke up.

Ian looked at Professor McGonagall with some doubt and nodded. After all the students left the classroom, Professor McGonagall walked up to Ian with a deep look in her eyes.

"Mr. Prince."

Professor McGonagall suddenly used a very formal address.

She hadn't been this serious in a long time.

"I noticed that you seemed to have a unique control when you transformed. I want to verify with you... Have you secretly controlled the Animagus?"

She stared at Ian, as if trying to find the answer from his expression. Ian was slightly startled when he heard the question, but he quickly calmed down.

This is not a shameful thing.

"Professor, why do you ask?"

of course.

Ian still wanted to know how Professor McGonagall figured this out. Seeing that Ian did not refute, Professor McGonagall was already 100% sure of her guess.

"You are so... bold!"

Professor McGonagall wanted to curse, but Ian was standing there intact, proving that he had not failed. She could only raise her hands, grit her teeth, and sigh.

"Can I see your animagus?"

It was like a sudden change in the style of painting.

Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly calmed down.

"Of course, you can also refuse. After all, for wizards, the Animagus form can be used as a trump card." She did not mean to force Ian.

"no problem."

Ian had no qualms about this.

Transform immediately.

Never thought about it.

Professor McGonagall, who originally had an expectant look on her face, froze when she saw his raven form, as if she had seen something incredible.

"Magical life!?"

She obviously felt something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)