Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 266 265: Ron Attacks! Ron Regrets!
in the dark.

The plankton glowed with cold light.

A strong white light shone from the tip of the wand, illuminating the tree roots and spider webs ahead. The damp mist flowed along the ground, wrapping around Ian's ankles like some kind of living thing. The surrounding trees looked even more eerie in the dim light, like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, quietly watching his every move.

I have to say that the Forbidden Forest is as eerie as ever, yet unusually quiet.

"Strange... so strange!" Ian's pace gradually slowed down, his brows slightly frowned. He looked around, this silent forbidden forest was indeed a little too quiet.

In the past, Bowtruckles would jump from branch to branch and various small animals would make noises in the bushes, but at this moment, he seemed to have entered a forgotten world.

There were no bowtruckles leaping from branch to branch, no night owls humming in the treetops, not even a single firefly. The entire forest seemed to have been emptied of life by some invisible force.

All that was left was the dead sound of the wind and the swaying shadows of the trees.

Without even touching a living creature, Ian could certainly sense that something was wrong.

The creatures in the Forbidden Forest were always active, and even in the middle of the night, there would be nocturnal creatures. But now, all the animals in the entire forest seemed to be hiding.

Or maybe it is.

Just disappeared!
It can’t be that they were all eaten by the dragon.

No matter how fast a dragon eats, it can’t be this fast!

and.

Ian squatted down and touched the ground with his fingers. The soil was cold, with no ants, no beetles, and even no footprints of goblins. He didn't think the dragon liked those snacks that were not enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

“This is so weird.”

Ian stood up.

His eyes turned to the direction where the dragon's roar came from.

"Could it be related to the 'Riddle' that Ron saw?"

Ian thought about it, but he didn't stop. He was just a little more alert and continued to walk deeper into the forbidden forest. The further he went, the more stuffy the air became.

It was as if even breathing had become sluggish. The branches of the trees were twisted and became even more hideous. The wind was blowing through the treetops, making a rustling sound, which seemed particularly eerie in this silent night.

Observed.

Still couldn't find any clues.

Ian simply turned into a puff of white mist and rushed straight to the end of his destination - just by listening once, Ian could tell the exact location where the sound came from.

Super hearing.

But that's it!

Nothing is lost.

Ian roared all the way to the source of the dragon's roar.

I saw.

There was a vacant lot destroyed by violence.

The thick tree trunks were broken in half, charred marks spread across the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and burning. However, the giant dragon that was supposed to be lurking here was nowhere to be seen.

"Ok?"

Ian looked around and didn't see the dragon's body covering the sky. There were some huge claw marks on the ground, but it didn't look like the dragon had left for somewhere else.

after all.

If the dragon takes off.

There was no way Ian couldn't see it.

Ian could keenly sense the sizes of today's hybrid dragons, not to mention the ancient dragons that were as big as small hills - yes, this was what Ian had just heard was wrong.

Due to contact with ancient dragons.

and so.

As soon as Ian listened, he realized that the dragon roar coming from the Forbidden Forest was definitely not from the hybrid dragons of today, but from extinct ancient dragons.

This is also the reason why Hermione couldn't guess it right no matter how hard she racked her brains. Many wizards didn't know that ancient dragons once existed, let alone Hermione whose knowledge only came from a bookstore.

After all.

Anything that can be put on the shelves of a bookstore for sale can be considered common sense.

And about the ancient dragons.

It's more like a secret.

It was precisely because he knew how precious this kind of dragon was that Ian felt that he should take some measures to manage it - what? Protect rare species? Then you underestimated Ian's magical attainments in physical recovery.

"Where's my endless supply of potion ingredients!?"

Ian muttered to himself. He walked around the area, trying to find some clues. On a dead tree nearby, he found some burn marks.

This reminded him of the blazing flames when a dragon roared.

however.

The strange thing was that Ian didn't find the target of the dragon's attack - he remembered clearly hearing two roars, one louder than the other. Logically, the dragon should be very angry for some reason.

Ian turned his head again and saw a dark mark winding up the tree trunk, as if it had been burned by some corrosive liquid. He walked up and dipped his finger in the liquid.

"Dragon blood. Pure dragon blood."

Ian's tongue was not corroded, but there was a burning pain. It was obvious that the dragon was injured and blood splattered on the surrounding trees.

"Could it be that someone got there first?"

Ian was horrified.

He thought of a possibility that he was unwilling to accept.

And at this time.

In the direction of the valley that was crushed by the dragon's body, Ian seemed to see something flashing - it seemed to be a bronze door embedded in the valley?

……

After Ian used magic to conjure up three flying carpets, which wrapped up Hermione, Ron and Neville, the carpets automatically and slowly flew towards Hogwarts Castle. At first, the three of them were a little nervous, after all, they had never had such a magical flying experience. But as time went on, they gradually got used to this wonderful way of flying.

Three thick flying carpets streaked across the night sky, as if being pulled by invisible hands, and flew steadily toward Hogwarts Castle. The three people realized that this experience was more comfortable than flying on a broomstick, and they were no longer afraid to hold their breath.

"This... this is quite interesting. Senior Prince's magic is really powerful." Neville whispered, his fingers tightly grasping the edge of the blanket, but the initial fear was gone from his tone.

Hermione adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable in the wrapped state, her brows were still furrowed: "Ian going to face the dragon alone... This is too dangerous."

"We all know how powerful a dragon is, and no one knows what's waiting for him." Hermione began to worry that she might hear the bad news of Ian's death tomorrow.

how to say.

The girl who had just entered the wizarding world did not know what level her guide in the wizarding world was at in this world, and she did not have a clear understanding of the upper limit of the strength of her second-year senior.

The feeling of having limited imagination.

And in terms of imagination.

Ron has his own unique talents.

"Too dangerous?" Ron perked up when he heard Hermione's words. With a hint of excitement in his voice, he began to express his opinions incessantly.

"Humph, I don't think so."

There was a hint of resentment in his voice.

"What do you mean?"

Hermione frowned. The whistling wind made her fluffy hair very messy and kept sticking to her cheeks. Her serious expression looked very scary under the night sky. "Gu~"

Ron shrank his neck in fear.

"Maybe he's not going to 'face' the dragon at all?"

But he didn't stop talking in a weird way.

"Please explain it more clearly."

Hermione turned her head and looked at him questioningly, with a slightly annoyed look in her eyes.

Ron lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Think about it, if he really just wanted to deal with the dragon, why did he send us away instead of letting us witness his heroic deeds?"

"Everyone says he likes to show off, doesn't he?"

Ron lowered his voice even more.

"What if... I mean it's possible that he is in cahoots with that problematic Harry Potter? He was afraid that we would discover the secrets in the Forbidden Forest, so he sent us away!"

"Now he must be going to move the dragon they raised!" His voice became more and more excited, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen through some shocking conspiracy.

If only my hands and feet weren't tied.

He might even gesture excitedly with his hands. This is really imaginative, Ron's voice is excited and full of imagination. The more he speaks, the more he feels that his speculation is terrifying.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Ron, can you use your imagination to do your homework?"

Apparently she often lent Ron his homework.

Neville didn't believe Ron's judgment. He shook his head and said, "Ron, you may be overthinking it. Senior Prince is really not that kind of evil person."

"Although he broke school rules, fought, brawled, and bullied Slytherin students, he is a good man and a good senior. I believe he has his reasons for facing the dragon."

Neville seemed to know Ian quite well.

His opening words were sincere and based on facts, but Ron couldn't listen at all. He turned his head under the blanket and glared at Neville.

"You are too naive, Neville. Who can guarantee that the Ian we met is the real Ian Prince? If Harry Potter could be replaced, then so could a second-year student! Maybe Ian Prince has been replaced, and now he is an accomplice of the scheming Harry Potter!"

"Damn! Looks like more than one dark wizard has set their sights on Hogwarts!" Ron said this, still somewhat confused. His logic, at least to him, made sense.

only.

Neville just shook his head helplessly.

And Hermione didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in Ron's speculation.

Hermione was listening to Ron's ridiculous remarks. She couldn't help rolling her eyes while wrapped in a blanket. "Ron, if that were true, we would be dead now. Ian has the ability to kill us in the Forbidden Forest, and after killing us, no one would know the truth, right?"

"That's the Forbidden Forest. If we go there and die, it's all our fault. The Ministry of Magic will just think that we are asking for death and then being eaten by the dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest."

Hermione's speculation is truly logical.

After listening to Hermione's words, Neville also felt that Ron's speculation was somewhat untenable. He nodded and said, "That makes sense, Ron. There will be consequences for your unfounded guesses like this."

Hear the words.

Ron was stunned.

He seemed to be thinking about what Neville and Hermione said. After a while, he finally sighed and admitted, "Well, Hermione, you're right. I may have been a little too impulsive."

how to say.

It can also be considered as beautifying yourself.

This is obviously not a question of being impulsive or not, but a conspiracy theory in his mind - perhaps not directed at Ian, but Ron subconsciously wants to be a hero.

that's it.

The three people fell silent.

The flying carpet finally landed in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle. Hermione and Neville's blankets slowly unfolded, allowing them to land gently on the ground, but Ron's blanket suddenly shook.

"Ouch!"

Ron fell heavily to the ground, his buttocks landing on the ground, grimacing in pain. He rubbed his tailbone and raised his head indignantly: "Why are you all okay?! My buttocks are almost broken into four pieces!"

He was hit really hard.

"This is the consequence I just mentioned..." Neville said a little embarrassedly. He scratched his head. What he said made Ron slap his forehead in silence.

"Damn it!"

Ron wanted to curse.

But I didn't dare to scold.

"See, that's it." Hermione dusted off her robes and rolled her eyes at Ron. "You're just a bit of a mouthy person. We never said anything bad about Ian."

She was obviously expressing why she and Neville could land easily while Ron had to suffer.

Neville looked at Ron cautiously. Seeing Ron's unconvinced look, he hesitated and hesitated for a moment before finally giving a reminder in a low voice.

"There have always been rumors in the academy that Senior Prince is sometimes... quite petty. Obviously, you have encountered Senior Prince being petty."

Neville definitely knows a lot about Ian, not only because of Ian's help to him in school, but also because after he entered the school, someone reminded him of the things to pay attention to when studying at Hogwarts.

Perhaps most people do not believe in the "Hogwarts Survival Guide" sold by the twin brothers, but Nawei believes it. He even spent a large sum of money to buy the "Hogwarts Survival Guide Collector's Edition" from the twin brothers.

In this edition of the book, there are an extra thirty pages, all of which teach buyers how to avoid being targeted by the school's big devil. After reading it, Neville felt that his gold coins were well spent.

And now look at Ron's situation.

He even felt that the expense was definitely worth it.

"..."

Ron fell into a long silence after hearing Neville's reminder. In fact, his twin brothers had also reminded him of this, but he never took his brothers' reminders to heart.

It seems now.

Ron really felt that he should trust his family - thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of what his two brothers had said about Ian when they seemed to be trying to scare him.

For an instant.

Ron's face turned pale.

I started to feel anxious.

When he thought that Ian might be thinking about him, he couldn't help but think of what happened to the Slytherin pure-blood families. He didn't have anything in his family that he could give to Ian in exchange for Ian's forgiveness.

"My damn mouth!"

Ron began to regret it.

In her mind, she had already begun to imagine herself being toyed with by Ian using all kinds of evil curses.

And at this time.

"You three! What are you doing here?!"

An angry voice suddenly sounded - the three of them turned their heads at the same time, only to see the pitch-black Hogwarts professor standing not far away. His gloomy face and sharp eyes made them all feel chilly.

Such momentum.

Of course, the professor who showed up would only be Ian's good uncle.

Snape.

(End of this chapter)