Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 37: Chaoxiong's friend, the timid girl

"I can use the Twilight Zone to do smuggling!"

Only those who have experienced lack of money understand the importance of money.

This was the first bold idea that popped into Ian's mind. If he could use the hazy illusion to do smuggling business, who else could make money from it if not him?
Those Aurors and police officers in the Muggle world would probably be useless even if they knew he was a smuggler. They don't have the ability to run into the Twilight Zone to track down smuggled goods!

The more you think.

Ian thought this was a really good idea! Of course, it was not very efficient to enter the trance once a week, so I had to choose some high-value goods.

Dragon egg?

The dragon's corpse?

It could also be the Gringotts vault!

cough cough.

This is a bit difficult and a bit off the track... Although he was tempted by this way to get rich, Ian was still rational before blurting out the idea.

He opened his mouth.

In his heart, he knew very well that the more powerful thing the witch was talking about was probably not this. Although this was a great cause in Ian's eyes, it was obvious that most wizards didn't care about gold galleons.

"It's not about bringing things from outside in and hiding them...but I clearly can't take things from here out." Ian frowned and began to ponder again.

And at this time.

"Well, my apprentice, you are not strong enough yet. The time you can stay here is very limited. I don't want to keep watching you squatting there like you have to hold your shit."

It was hard to imagine that a witch with such a noble temperament could say such vulgar words, so much so that Ian couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he was ridiculed.

"I was just thinking about what you said, Mr. Mara."

Ian argued.

"Come back to the real world, you have enough time to think." The witch raised her hand gently, and a corner of the picture frame on the wall next to her flowed towards Ian like clear water.

Subconsciously raised my hand.

The liquid metal solidified into a wooden wand in Ian's hand.

"Come on, show it."

The witch first turned her head and looked in the direction of the kitchen, and a roasted suckling pig flew out with a grunting sound—yes, a roasted suckling pig, still grunting like a living thing.

Ian was dumbfounded.

"I hope you're not being lazy."

The witch held her cheek with one hand and leaned lazily on the exquisite and shining bench.

Her words speak for themselves.

Ian immediately understood what he meant and pointed his wand at the "live suckling pig".

"Fear is coming!"

According to the principle of this magic, it has the same effect as [Legitimate Thoughts], but is much easier to use. Its main function is to awaken the most direct fear in the target's heart.

Everyone's fear is different.

But everyone's subconscious mind is absolutely aware of their own fears.

Ok.

Maybe the same goes for roast suckling pig?
As a beam of light with a slight hint of gray shot out, the roasted suckling pig, which seemed to have come alive, suddenly let out a shrill, sharp, and terrified scream.

this sound.

Even the furniture started to tremble in fear.

"not bad."

The witch seemed very satisfied with Ian's performance, and the smile on her lips became more obvious.

"It's all thanks to your teaching, teacher."

Ian quickly flattered him.

The witch enjoyed it very much.

"Runes are not something that is easy to understand. The fact that you were able to learn this magic in just seven days is considered very outstanding in my time."

The witch's praise was never subtle.

Ian liked this.

"Excellent wizards need to be taught by even better wizards. I am very fortunate to have met you, Teacher Mara." Ian was not overly humble when he was flattering.

By observing the words and expressions.

He found that teacher Mara didn't seem to care whether her students were humble.

after all.

"Of course."

The witch herself is no humble wizard.

"It only took me two days to learn this magic for the first time. I knew I was destined to become a powerful wizard, and that proved to be the case."

The witch proudly told her story.

"..."

Ian opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

but.

The witch didn't notice.

"I used some tricks in the information I left for you. If you can learn this magic, it means that you have at least mastered the application of runes."

"This will save you a lot of trouble in your subsequent studies."

The witch raised her hand again, and the roasted suckling pig, which was still screaming, seemed to lose its life, regained its fragrant appearance, and flew back to the kitchen.

This scene made Ian marvel again.

"Compared to learning magic, the most important thing is to truly understand the knowledge behind magic, and runes are the best key to help wizards understand the essence of magic."

There was a brief pause.

The witch added.

"At least that's the case with me."

She still didn't say it too confidently.

perhaps.

The only time this witch shows her rare humility is when it comes to learning knowledge.

"Okay, I remember."

Ian also nodded seriously, which was rare.

"I need to learn about potions first, and before that, what you need to do is..." The witch was about to start her formal teaching to Ian this time.

"It's him!"

"Here he comes again!"

"Go and inform the master! Ah! I was cut in half again!"

Outside the castle.

But suddenly there was a loud crackling noise.

"Ok?"

Ian was startled.

He quickly looked at the witch.

I saw.

The witch who was smiling just now now looked as if she had studied under Snape. Her expression was extremely ugly, and it seemed as if fire was coming out of her eyes.

Ian was about to ask cautiously.

outside the house.

The noise that followed made him realize what had happened.

"Pandro, is Ian really here?"

"Little Anna! Believe me! Ian must have been captured by this evil woman!"

"I don't think that lady is a bad person, but her armor is really scary!"

"Don't be afraid. These things are actually made of paper. Look, I'm going to pierce three of them with my sword... no, four of them!"

"Oh my god! You are so strong!"

"Hahahaha, there's a gate right in front! If I kick it, it will immediately break into more than 700 pieces. I tried it last time."

……

The voice came from a friend Ian was very familiar with.

perhaps.

It was Pandro who jumped out of Ian's memory. The last sentence made the witch Mara a little defensive. She cursed and waved her hands, letting the door open automatically to both sides.

Ian looked over quickly.

"Ah, the door is open? Hiss, what a pity, you little girl, you can't see my heroic figure."

as predicted.

A boy in simple linen clothes, accompanied by a pale-faced girl, walked in heroically. They were none other than the super-masculine Pandro and the timid Ariana.

Look at these two people.

Ian was surprised and stunned.

The witch's reaction was completely the opposite.

"Damn butcher! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The witch roared.

but.

Ian always felt that this roar... was a little unfounded.

(End of this chapter)