Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 31: No time to explain! Get into the coffin!
The sun rises and the moon sets, time flows.

Hogsmeade village seems to be always so peaceful and quiet.

The trees outside the village were lush and leafy, with vines called years entwined around the trunks. Ian was holding a newly bought axe and chopping down a tree that was not very thick.

"Little Ian, do you need my help?"

Mrs. Puddifoot, the owner of Mrs. Puddifoot's Tea House, happened to be returning from outside the village at this time. She was fat and had a shiny black bun on the back of her head.

Seeing the little Ian cutting down trees, the tea shop owner did not reprimand him. Instead, he took out his magic wand and asked Ian with a smile.

"Miss Puddifoot, thank you for your help. I really need your help." Ian not only underestimated his talent for dark magic, he also overestimated his physical fitness at the age of just over ten.

Who would have thought that it was just a tree, but it didn't fall down after half an hour of chopping. This was not only because the axe was too small, but also because Ian did not have the strength and physical fitness of an adult.

"Your mouth is still so sweet."

Mrs. Puddifoot was very satisfied with Ian's address to her. In fact, from the fact that she decorated her tea house with a girlish touch, it was not difficult to see some of the fat witch's inner thoughts.

"Do you need me to cut it into small pieces for you?"

Madam Puddifoot did not chant any spell, she simply waved her wand gently, and the gap in the tree broke, and then she used the levitation spell to float it in the air.

"I'd like pieces of wood if I could."

Ian looked at the spectacle before him with some envy.

These wizards who are able to live near Hogwarts and open shops may not be brilliant masters, but they are definitely the elites among wizards.

"as you wish."

Madam Puddifoot shook her wand lightly, and the primitive trees began to split, and finally turned into neat and uniform wooden boards, which were neatly stacked in front of Ian.

"You are truly a master of magic!"

Ian exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahahaha, I used to be number one in my grade."

Mrs. Puddifoot showed off with some pride.

“I really wish I could be as good as you.”

Ian immediately delivered a supporting role, which made Mrs. Puddifoot laugh so hard that she couldn't stop. The fat witch's laughter was grand and natural, giving off a feeling of being a heroic woman.

"You'll be welcome in Hufflepuff."

Mrs Puddifoot reveals the college she attended.

"I also hope that I can become an outstanding Hufflepuff." Ian always speaks the right words to different people, but in fact, he has no objection to studying in Hufflepuff.

Who doesn’t like living next to the kitchen, so they can eat hotpot when they want and beef when they want?
"Do you need me to take these boards back for you?"

Mrs. Puddifoot was delighted, and immediately became more enthusiastic.

"The journey is not far. I can take them back in batches...it's also a form of exercise." Ian didn't want to trouble others too much, so he took out his wand and chanted a spell at a part of the wooden board.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Ian's spell was successfully released, causing part of the wooden board to float up, and his panel also changed accordingly.

[Successfully cast the levitation spell, magic proficiency +3]

If one has outstanding talent in black magic, it is natural that his talents in other kinds of magic cannot be bad either. After all, black magic is also a kind of magic.

of course.

After all, the time for learning is too short.

The first-level [Floating Spell] alone cannot help Ian control objects that are too heavy.

"That's a commendable spell."

Mrs. Puddifoot watched Ian carefully control a floating section of the board and move towards the village. She was also surprised at how much Ian admired her.

"You will definitely become an outstanding wizard in the future."

This is what Mrs. Puddifoot thinks in her heart now. After all, it is not difficult to successfully perform the [Floating Spell], but it is definitely difficult to maintain it like this.

Not to mention the little wizard who hasn't even started school yet.

Even many young wizards who have entered the second grade cannot do it.

"I hope so, thank you for your help."

Ian devoted himself to controlling the spell. He gestured goodbye to Mrs. Puddifoot with his other hand and began to walk carefully towards the cabin.

The house Snape arranged was originally on the edge of the village.

The distance is not far either.

along the way.

[Successfully maintain the levitation spell, magic proficiency +1]

Ian gained another boost in proficiency—after going back and forth four or five times, he finally brought all the planks back to the cabin. However.

Now he still lacks a shovel, deodorant, plastic sheeting, and most importantly, nails.

……

Hogwarts.

The Slytherin Headmaster's office.

Snape looked very unhappy.

As the professor of Potions at Hogwarts and a world-renowned potion master, he actually ruined a simple potion, Felicis Felix, today, just like those stupid Gryffindors!
"It's all Dumbledore's fault!"

Snape had not been sleeping well recently, and for this reason, he missed the mixing time of the Felicis Felix today, so that a dose of Felicis Felix that should have been perfect was destined to have irreparable flaws.

Snape blamed Dumbledore for the mistake. The reason was simple: he couldn't sleep because of something Dumbledore had said to him a few days ago.

"It's not that he needs you, it's that you need him."

Although Snape had angrily accused Dumbledore of talking nonsense at that time, this sentence had been lingering in Snape's mind for these days and could not be dispelled at all.

"I don't need anyone!"

Snape still believed it.

But he also knows.

If you want to dispel the nightmare that haunts you, you must do something to prove yourself.

then.

Looking at the Felicis Potion that was no longer perfect but was still being brewed, Snape's expression kept changing. After a long time, he finally put on his coat as if he had made up his mind.

That robe that seems never to be washed.

"If you can't even take care of yourself, how can you talk about learning magic..."

Snape seemed to be making up for his neglect of the past few days. He hurried out of the office and met Argus Filch who was checking some equipment along the way.

He was the janitor of Hogwarts, on night patrol, and a Squib who thought he was the dean of studies - a guy who might be considered pitiful, but definitely not worthy of pity.

"Good morning, Professor Snape."

Filch is always very enthusiastic when facing professors.

however.

Snape didn't even look at him.

Walked straight past him.

The smile on Filch's face became a little awkward, but he didn't dare to get angry. After Snape walked away, he just muttered to himself and continued his work while holding his cat.

"I hope he hasn't starved to death."

Snape arrived at Hogsmeade.

Standing in front of the cabin.

He didn't need a key, he took out a spell and easily opened the locked door... It was locked three times? Snape was a little puzzled by the caution of the people living inside.

The public security in Hogsmeade has always been good.

He walked in expressionlessly.

next moment.

The Slytherin headmaster of Hogwarts immediately understood why the door was locked three times. His face, which had never changed for thousands of years, became distorted because he could no longer hold it in.

"What are you doing!!?"

Snape's voice suddenly became as sharp as an oboe.

It's not his fault.

Because he saw a scene that was unbelievable to him and he had never thought that he would see in this cabin - a very large hole was dug out on the floor of the room!
A young wizard was lying on a crooked coffin that seemed to be made temporarily, trying hard to stuff two extremely rotten-looking corpses into the coffin.

Inside the dilapidated house.

There were also three or four scattered corpses in varying degrees of decay, lying there quietly - damn! Could this be the horrifying scene seen in Hogsmeade Village! ?
"Mr. Prince!"

Snape's face turned pale.

Seeing the little wizard looking up with horror, he was so frightened that he even tore off the arm of a corpse, which made his face even more pale.

"I need a logical explanation for not sending you to Azkaban!!"

This was almost a roar.

(End of this chapter)