Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 260 259: The damn plot change
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The bright light shines like a little sun.

That's not the light.

It was the super flame that Ian used for his alchemical experiments.

The air was filled with the burning smell of smelting metal, and the walls were covered with various alchemical drawings, with scribbled runes and formulas covering the parchment like spider webs.

At first glance, it was identified as a ghost painting.

how to say.

This could perhaps also be used as an anti-theft measure, and one could leave behind their own drawings, just like a prescription written by a doctor that no one could understand if it was taken outside.

"I don't mind others plagiarizing my technology, but I have to prevent others from plagiarizing my ideas and making them famous through the ages!" Ian was confident that he could leave his name in history. He was immersed in his own alchemy world, with a bunch of strange and bizarre magic materials in front of him. The metal parts were shining with a cold luster in the dim light.

The magic gem emits a faint light.

Ian's hands were covered in black oil, there were a few stains on his forehead, and his hair was a little messy due to being busy, but his eyes were so hot that they seemed to be burning with two blue flames.

This is love!
For the love of alchemy!
It was precisely because of this passion that Ian completed three alchemical works in just one afternoon. Apart from the ideas, their internal structures and magic runes were actually different.

"My speed is comparable to that of fully automated cyber production!" Ian is very satisfied with the production speed of his work. Three brand new Gatling guns have already taken shape.

The gun bodies are made of a strange black metal, with complex and mysterious magic runes engraved on the surface. These runes are faintly visible in the dim light, as if flowing with magic power.

With his superb alchemy, all three Gatling guns succeeded in one try. Ian lined them up, and the black metal shells of the Gatling guns were etched with fine ancient magic words.

The magic crystal inlaid on the gun barrel emits a faint luster.

Looks stunning.

It was a beauty that intertwined art and power. The dragon-patterned muzzle of the Gatling gun flashed a chilling light, as if it would spew out destructive power at any time.

"My damn artistic aura, if their appearance designs were put into the game as skins, they would cost at least 2998 RMB and you would need to buy a pass to get them!"

Ian's fingers stroked the cold metal, like an artist admiring his own masterpiece. His eyes slowly swept over the three Gatling guns, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"This is the real Deathly Hallows!"

Ian thinks that the Hallows that can bring death are the Deathly Hallows, so the three Hallows circulating now are indeed somewhat unworthy of the name. His work that rotates 8,000 times per second is worthy of such a name.

Well, Ian has the Resurrection Stone, it's on him. If the Resurrection Stone ring could speak at this moment, he would probably be shocked that he had become a fake.

The little wizard is indeed intoxicated by his own work.

"Tell me! Is that so?"

Ian not only wanted to appreciate the three works himself, he also wanted the black-robed skeleton to come out and comment on them, but the black-robed skeleton just stood there quietly without responding.

"Don't tell me? If you don't tell me, then I'll just think you're jealous."

Ian always finds a logical fit.

Hear the words.

The black-robed skeleton remained silent. It just suddenly raised its hand and gently patted its forehead.

to be frank.

Even though its brain is not very useful now, it can understand Ian's behavior a little bit. The black robe is a real skeleton. Suddenly, it misses the days without a brain.

Ian began to continue fine-tuning the look.

The atmosphere in the room was very quiet. There was only the sound of gurgling bubbles. In a corner of the room, a large pot was placed on a blazing fire, and the Dementors in the pot were being boiled and bubbling. Since the black-robed skeleton could not make Ian's potion, it went outside to find some flowers and plants.

The smell after boiling is really unpleasant.

"You're cooking shit!"

The more Ian smelled it, the more he felt something was wrong. The smell was too pungent. He turned to the black-robed skeleton and questioned him loudly, but the black-robed skeleton just threw some more flowers and plants into the pot.

"..."

Ian was speechless.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

And at this time.

The black phoenix, which had been wandering somewhere for an unknown period of time and had just returned, came out from the space. It made a strange laugh, but the sound stopped abruptly when Ian grabbed its neck.

"From today on, I am only allowed to laugh like this." Since Ian was forced to make such a sound after turning into a raven, he fiercely threatened the Dark Phoenix.

Don't even say it.

Apart from some slight differences in appearance, this black phoenix is ​​really similar to Ian when he turned into a raven. Ian always felt that there must be a reason behind this.

"Three corpses?"

He became thoughtful.

……

Happy breaks are always short-lived.

Ian puts his new works into his increasingly spacious purse. His goal is to one day expand his purse to become as magical as Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket.

“There’s a long way to go!”

Ian then looked at the time again and realized that it was lunchtime. He left the Room of Requirement and came to the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Since the restaurant has already started, it is very lively here.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and the laughter of students. Ian took a deep breath, enjoyed the lively atmosphere and walked into the auditorium.

The line of defense he walked towards was the Ravenclaw table.

Just a glimpse.

After Ian didn't see Aurora, he would choose to go back to his college to have dinner obediently. Along the way, many senior wizards also cast their gazes at him.

no way.

That's what campus celebrities are like.

Wherever you go, it is the focus.

Ian chose an empty seat. He noticed that the house-elves had come up with some innovative dishes. The plates were filled with strangely shaped but tempting-looking foods.

Pumpkin pie that changes color, automatically layered cream soup, and even curry that adjusts the spiciness according to the eater's taste - the house-elves whose creative talents were stimulated last school year have become more and more skilled in their craftsmanship, and it is really rare to encounter those daunting dark dishes nowadays.

to be frank.

It's not that he has any special hobbies, it's just that Ian simply misses the past a little bit, that was a challenging time when eating was like gambling with his life.

“The exciting times are gone.”

Ian scooped a spoonful of the pudding that made a subtle singing sound, took a bite, and it tasted good. The singing began to echo in his mind. He had to say that this was another successful innovation in the cuisine. Back then, he had experienced the dark era of cuisine where "biting into a pie would cause green flames to spit out" and "drinking soup would cause magical animals to jump around".

Ian had almost finished eating.

The students around immediately gathered around.

"Senior Prince, the wrist movement of the levitation spell."

"Little professor, can I ask you for some knowledge about ancient magic words?"

"I'm about to graduate, can you guide me on the relevant exams?"

……

It's true that there are not only students of the same grade, but also many students from higher grades. After a year of fermentation, the seniors have also let go of their former arrogance.

no way.

Who can blame the first batch of senior students who put aside their pride and sought the advice of the young wizard? They all graduated with excellent grades and their magic skills were improved. No one could resist such temptation.

Pride, face?
Please!

That's Ian!
Merlin of the new era!

Young or not young is all an illusion!
Being able to receive guidance from others is the real face!

No one knows who was the first to quote this statement, but after it quickly became popular, more and more senior students came to Ian for advice and even attended his small classes.

"Come one by one."

Ian's voice was clear and steady, and his explanation was clear and logical, which made the little wizards nod their heads frequently. At this time, a brown head with fluffy hair emerged from the crowd.

"Ian, I want to ask about page 58 of the Standard Book of Spells: Elementary..." It turned out to be Hermione from the first grade. Hermione opened her bright eyes and looked at Ian with curiosity.

Ian saw Hermione, smiled slightly, and immediately gave an answer to her question, which was more detailed than that given to others. After all, Hermione's father gave her tutoring fees and protection fees.

The young wizard was a very trustworthy person. Hermione asked Ian about a confusion in her magic learning in the first grade. Ian listened carefully and answered her in detail. Not only that, he also pointed out some of Hermione's minor bad habits when casting spells. Hermione listened very attentively and showed an expression of sudden enlightenment from time to time.

"Wow, Senior Ian, you explained it so clearly!" Hermione said excitedly, her eyes full of admiration, and even added the word "senior" to her way of addressing Ian.

Who said she has no emotional intelligence?

"Can I go to the Ravenclaw College common room tonight and study in your small classroom?" Hermione had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Ok.

Although the school had just started, for a student like her who was eager to make progress, the days were indeed long. Especially when people around her were describing how Ian's small classroom could turn rotten wood into polished jade.

"Of course, no problem. Just come directly when the time comes. The door knocker will ask you a question. As long as you don't mention that you are here to see me, I think its questions will not be difficult for you."

Ian looked into Hermione's longing eyes.

He smiled and nodded.

After Hermione received a positive answer, her face flushed with joy. After thanking him repeatedly, she left with unsteady steps. It was obvious that she was very emotional.

Another episode of helping classmates.

Seeing that it was almost time for class, Ian stopped consolidating his knowledge.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This was the only class the little wizard dared not skip.

He trotted to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. When he walked into the classroom and saw the familiar image of "Grindelwald" on the podium again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Grindelwald has not returned yet. When Ian walked in on time, "Grindelwald" - in fact, Professor Lockhart, disguised as Aurora, was tapping the podium with his wand.

The little wizard looked at it carefully.

He recognized the other person's true identity instantly.

It seems.

Aurora did not go to eat at noon. She was probably preparing for lessons under the fake identity of Grindelwald. This German girl was very serious when she was concentrating.

"Class is about to start." Aurora saw Ian coming in, and a hint of subtle nervousness flashed in her eyes. She warned Ian with her eyes.

It seemed as if it was warning Ian not to cause any more trouble today!

"no problem!"

Ian understood what Aurora meant and nodded slightly. Aurora immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but she still did not completely relax her vigilance against the little wizard.

"Okay, classmates..."

Aurora started the class.

Although she spoke to Grindelwald with emphasis and imitated his style very well, her teaching style was rather conventional and she did not make any drastic or dangerous attempts.

She was completely different from the bold girl Ian was familiar with.

"It has changed after all!"

Ian sighed.

Listening to Aurora's bland explanation, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and sleepiness gradually set in. Aurora's monotonous voice seemed to have a hypnotic power that made his thoughts drift away.

soon.

The little wizard began to snore.

And saw this scene.

Aurora, who was disguised as Professor Lockhart, breathed a sigh of relief. After walking to Ian's side, she looked at the tray of incense under Ian's desk and her lips curled up slightly.

"Huhuhu~"

Ian really didn't know how long he slept.

When he woke up.

It's getting dark.

"Damn it! The potion is going to go bad! Aurora has caused me so much trouble!" Ian certainly knew why he fell asleep, he just went with the flow so that Aurora could feel at ease.

only.

Such a caring friend was actually murdered by Aurora - Ian looked at the six incense sticks at his feet, and he realized that Aurora must have increased the dosage for him.

"This is a solid potion that even legends can't withstand! I'm the only one who got hit! She's pretty weird!" Ian sighed as he rushed out of the empty classroom like a gust of wind.

The corridor was also empty.

Only the torches on the wall cast flickering light and shadows, stretching his shadow very long, and then quickly swallowed up in the darkness. Outside the castle, the night was deep, even the moonlight was obscured by heavy clouds, leaving only a few sparse stars dotting the sky - Hogwarts was eerily quiet during curfew time.

along the way.

Ian didn't encounter a single ghost.

The little wizard's footsteps echoed clearly in the stone corridor. He rushed to the spiral staircase and ran up to the direction of the Room of Requirement.

And just as Ian entered the eighth floor.

Just when I was about to open the Room of Requirement according to its rules.

He hadn't even started pacing yet.

Suddenly.

The footsteps of three people were heard.

immediately.

Several familiar voices rang in Ian's ears.

"Hermione! Believe me! Harry Potter's behavior lately is really wrong! He is definitely not normal! Maybe... I just say maybe, he is not the Harry Potter we know at all!"

"what is that?"

"Who knows, Neville? Just trust me. My intuition is really strong anyway."

……

It was Hermione, Neville, and Ron.

The trio in the new timeline are out at night.

Listen to the posture.

It seems like we need to form a team to fight... the Savior?

(End of this chapter)