Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 259 258: Great Inventor! Ian!

The sunlight still cast mottled shadows through the colored glass windows, but compared to the bustle just now, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

I saw.

Ian stood in the middle of the classroom.

Take a deep breath under Professor McGonagall's curious and inquiring gaze.

He began to assume his Animagus form.

His body suddenly twisted, shrank, and changed, as if his flesh and blood had come to life. As the magic power continued to gather, Ian's body began to undergo strange changes.

It was not the smooth transformation of an ordinary Animagus, but rather a reshaping by some force. His body gradually shrank, his bones and muscles reorganized, and his skin was slowly covered with a layer of glossy black feathers. In just a moment, a majestic raven appeared in the same place.

Ian spread his wings and flew.

It rested on a bulge in the window.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened instantly, and her face was full of shock.

"Magical creature! It's actually a magical creature!" Her originally elegant figure leaned forward slightly, and her hands unconsciously covered her mouth, unable to suppress her inner surprise. Although she couldn't help but marvel at its beauty and agility, with her years of experience, she keenly noticed that this form was unusual.

As a senior professor of magic, she had seen various forms of Animagus, but the aura emanating from the raven in front of her made her feel an unprecedented shock.

This was no ordinary raven.

Its feathers were as black as night, but glowed a strange deep purple under the light. Its beak had an unnatural metallic texture, and most disturbing of all were its eyes—a pair of scarlet vertical pupils, like the eyes of some predator rather than the round pupils of a bird. There was a sense of magic rising in the air.

This is stronger than many magical creatures.

"Merlin's beard, you...you..." Professor McGonagall frowned, her eyes revealing deep worry and confusion. She spoke slowly, with a tremor in her voice.

The raven tilted its head and let out a low cry. The sound was not as crisp as that of ordinary birds. Instead, it had a special low flavor that made people's spines chill.

It doesn't sound like the sound of a good bird.

to be frank.

The young wizard thought he would be praised, but he saw the professor had a complicated expression: "Ian, you...how dare you, how dare you try to become a magical creature?"

Her tone was full of surprise, anger, and even a bit of fear. Indeed, it was just like what the professor had said in the first Transfiguration class last year.

Animagus Transfiguration is a magic that allows wizards to transform into animals, but it requires a long learning process and is dangerous. Because the transformation process itself is risky, such as the first transformation may go out of control, so this magic has always been one of the most dangerous magics. And this is only the degree of danger when transforming into ordinary animals.

As for transforming into magical life.

Throughout the history of wizards, there have been people who dared to try things, but without exception, these people eventually used actual cases to prove how stupid and dangerous their attempts were.

It’s not that no one has succeeded.

just.

Many brilliant wizards have also been ruined by this. Because of this, after seeing Ian turned into a magical life, how could Professor McGonagall not feel fear and anger?
She had clearly reminded the little wizard in front of her last school year.

"Mr. Prince, you obviously didn't heed my reminder!" Professor McGonagall looked at the raven that was still shaking its head, and she felt really angry.

how to say.

The little wizard actually felt aggrieved.

Ian heard what Professor McGonagall said and slowly withdrew from the raven form. His body gradually returned to human form in the light, and the originally black feathers faded.

The feathers contracted, the bones stretched, and in the blink of an eye, Ian stood in front of Professor McGonagall again, regaining his familiar form. His silkiness made Professor McGonagall breathe a sigh of relief.

This at least proves that Ian's Animagus transformation does not have too many hidden dangers. Yes, some wizards may have problems for some reasons even if they have learned Animagus.

This is equivalent to some wizards who, after transforming into animals and living for a few years, have their abilities gradually deteriorate, and they may even forget how to restore their human form, making it difficult for them to fully return to their original form.

Animagus magic is dangerous everywhere.

but.

Seeing how smooth Ian's transformation was, at least Professor McGonagall could conclude that Ian's control over this magic was very strong, even stronger than most wizards in Animagus form.

of course.

Even if he realized this, don't expect Professor McGonagall to praise him. She was really angry now, and her old eyes stared at Ian with great seriousness.

"Mr. Ian Prince!"

She almost shouted Ian's name through gritted teeth.

"Um, that professor."

Ian looked at Professor McGonagall with a sincere look on his face and explained in a calm tone: "Professor, I really didn't try to turn into a magical creature myself."

"My situation, how should I put it, is a little complicated, but... it just happened naturally." The little wizard's eyes were clear and there was no sign of lying.

In fact.

Ian certainly wasn't lying.

Before being forced to become a raven, Ian was looking forward to turning into some more handsome animals, such as lions, tigers, or at least cheetahs.

Raven?

But it's totally out of his taste.

Small... not powerful at all. This was the truth, so Ian had no guilty conscience, as to why he didn't just tell Professor McGonagall the truth.

how to say.

I guess there's no point in saying it.

His experience of learning the Animagus transformation was indeed a bit bizarre. If he told it to Professor McGonagall, she would probably think he was lying. After all, who would believe that one could learn Animagus transformation just by touching a corpse?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes... no, if he hadn't experienced it personally, if someone told Ian about such a thing, he would definitely stand up and punch that person a few times.

It is indeed a bit absurd and bizarre.

But this is reality... Perhaps this is why reality is even more outrageous than fiction. Sometimes, the magical plots in reality will probably be criticized if they are put into novels.

"It just happened naturally?"

Professor McGonagall was stunned. She stared at Ian blankly, not knowing how to respond for a moment. She looked at Ian repeatedly with a suspicious look for a long time. She stared at Ian's eyes, trying to find a trace of lying, but the boy's eyes were frank and clear, without any evasion.

Various thoughts and knowledge that she had learned emerged in the mind of the older cat girl like a tide.

After a long time.

Professor McGonagall slowly exhaled, her brows still furrowed, but her tone was not as annoyed as before, and her wrinkled face was full of confusion.

"Indeed... there are some ancient wizard families that have Animagus in the form of magical creatures. However, based on my understanding, there should not be such a special bloodline in the Prince family." As she spoke, she paced back and forth in the classroom with her hands folded across her chest.

He seemed to be thinking hard about this difficult problem.

to be frank.

Professor McGonagall wasn't sure either.

after all.

Wizards... no, it's humans like wizards. No one knows what kind of bloodline their ancestors had, and when they will suddenly revert to their ancestral state.

Sometimes, there might be a dozen or twenty generations where a certain aspect of the bloodline has not been awakened, but one day a descendant suddenly awakens it. Such cases are rare in the wizarding world, but they do exist.

Therefore.

It is impossible to trace the "background" of any wizard family.

The more she thought about it, the more difficult it became for Professor McGonagall to stop and look at Ian again, with a hint of helplessness and confusion in her eyes. She shook her head and spoke.

"Perhaps you can ask Professor Snape, he knows more about your family bloodline." It was obvious that Professor McGonagall felt that she could not explain it.

She thought Ian might be curious about such bloodline.

however.

After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Ian decided it was impossible for him to ask Snape. This matter probably had little to do with family bloodline, and he felt that Professor Snape would certainly be confused by this.

Unsure.

That good uncle was going to say something about how many families' blood he had in him. Ian had found out that anyone who said Ian had too much blood was a Slytherin student.

And their news.

It comes from some observations of my own dean.

Snape was obviously trying to verify the mystery of how much blood Ian had.

"Okay, Professor."

Ian didn't plan to look for Snape, but he nodded politely and said he would go and ask. After all, he had to deal with the Transfiguration professor in front of him first.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and her expression became stern again.

"Mr. Prince, please remember not to attempt any dangerous magic. With your talent and ability, your future is bright. Don't go astray."

Her voice was full of concern and expectation.

It is indeed a sincere advice.

Ian felt Professor McGonagall's genuine concern, and a warm current surged in his heart. He also looked at Professor McGonagall solemnly and nodded vigorously in response.

"Professor, don't worry, I will remember your words."

The little wizard looked very confident.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ian's serious expression, sighed slightly, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. "Very good, I hope you can remember what I said today."

Done.

The older cat girl picked up the packed textbooks and walked out of the classroom. She had classes in other grades, and the gap between the Transfiguration class in the higher grades and this class was not long.

"Professor McGonagall is such a nice person."

Looking at the professor's back as he left.

Ian sighed slightly.

The second class in the morning was flying class, which he disliked, so he simply chose to skip class. After leaving the Transfiguration classroom, he shuttled through the corridors of Hogwarts like an agile little animal.

ten minutes later.

In-house on request.

“Da da da da da——!!!”

After Ian's magic level improved, he had a lot of inspiration, and he was now realizing these inspirations. The Gatling gun in his hand was flashing a cold metallic luster in the dim light.

Like a sleeping beast.

Amid a deafening roar, blinding green light spurted out from the modified Gatling wand one after another, blasting the little rabbit hanging on the target in the distance and causing it to roll its eyes.

They died one after another.

Yes.

This is Ian's new vision.

The era of wizards has long changed. He has adapted to the times and kept pace with the times. It can be said that he has made groundbreaking creations and inventions, giving birth to the world's first Avada Gatling.

This is the room used for experiments.

The portraits that were swept by the aftermath of Avada Kedavra screamed and fled in all directions.

"Perfect!"

Ian snapped his fingers excitedly.

I don't know whether he has completely forgotten Professor McGonagall's advice "don't try any dangerous magic" or he just thinks this is not a dangerous magic attempt.

The black-robed skeleton stood silently in the corner, thinking about Ian's behavior with his newly acquired "brain". The Dementors were in the crucible, and he, who also had some wild ideas, used them to boil soup over a high fire.

how to say.

Maybe this is the benefit of having a brain. Just like Ian usually uses it to make soup, it is now trying to make soup for Dementors, but Dementors can never make that kind of white soup.

This made the black-robed skeleton very confused - it had a brain that was temporarily being used, but now this brain could not bring it much wisdom.

It is said that some pigs are actually smarter than humans.

It doesn't seem to be the case.

Maybe it was the problem with the pig-brained guy Ian chose. Of course, it could also be the problem with the black-robed skeleton herself. After all, when she was a reckless goddess, she didn't seem to be very smart.

"Today is a good day, a good day~"

Ian hummed a little tune.

Then he started making the second Gatling gun. He wanted to engrave the magic runes of the Imperius Curse on it. Yes, the three unforgivables, Ian thought that he would make them into his three holy weapons.

The Deathly Hallows are the Hallows.

Its New Age holy vessels are also holy vessels.

"All beings are equal!" Ian couldn't even imagine how great the potential of this Gatling gun that could cast the Imperius Curse was. If Voldemort had this thing, he would have unified the world long ago.

I’m sure Grindelwald would say “wonderful” if he saw this.

"It's all thanks to the old headmaster's good teaching that I have suddenly realized something!" Ian was grateful to Headmaster Albus. The ancient magic framework that Dumbledore taught him was so useful after it was converted into magic runes.

"Isn't this a bright future?" Ian felt that because of his many creations and inventions, he would definitely leave a deep mark in the books recording the history and development of wizards in the future.

Never mind what the history books say.

In Ian's opinion.

He Ian.

He is the uncrowned great inventor among wizards!

Professor Nicolas Flamel's inventions would probably pale in comparison to his.

(End of this chapter)