Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 43: 43: Unkindness! Killing!
The sun rises in the east.

When the morning light breaks the silence of dawn.

The sky gradually took on a gentle hue, as if it were the most delicate brushstrokes of nature. As the rays of light began to bloom, everything seemed to be waking up from its deep sleep.

Same with Ian.

[Successfully read Latin, language proficiency +1]

[Successfully read Indian, language proficiency +1]

[Successfully read Chinese, language proficiency +2]

……

Daily morning reading is an essential homework. Even if he has many other things to do, Ian will never forget to improve his proficiency in [Language Proficiency].

There is no shortcut to "listening to the voice of all things". Only by accumulating and learning various languages, even his mother tongue, can Ian gain something.

"Treacle pie and overnight black tea, another day on the road to becoming a diabetic." Ian made a whole pot of tea last night, while Dumbledore only drank a small cup.

He ate his breakfast with yesterday's black tea. On the street outside the cabin, the wizards living there had already started their day.

"That pumpkin-growing Tom, there was that kind of noise in his house again last night. He is such a shameless old man. I don't know why any witch would fall for his trick!"

"Maybe it's a gift?"

"Have you heard? There was a fight between two groups of people at the Hog's Head last night, and one of the wizards had a pig's tail hung on his butt! The Aurors didn't catch the murderer at all!"

"I saw last night that someone stole Jenny's panties that were drying outside!"

……

People in the village have endless gossip to talk about every day.

Ian only felt that they were full of confusing contradictions.

Those romantic affairs hidden in the darkness seemed to never escape the eyes of these old wizards, but no one noticed that he summoned the group of zombies that night.

Ok.

Maybe no one cares?
After strolling around the village as usual, Ian did not hear any rumors about his arson. He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the cabin to find the potion books.

“It’s time to return them.”

Keeping one's word is one of Ian's few virtues. He used the remaining wooden boards to piece together a box and placed all the potion books neatly inside.

"Set off."

Ian used the head that had just been used to support Phoenix last night, and imitated the way the Indian brothers carried goods. He put the wooden box on his head, supported both sides with his hands, and walked towards the bookstore.

no way.

The body hasn't fully grown yet, so the box is a little difficult to hold in my arms.

Winding along the cobblestone street, passing the quill pen shop that lost its pen business due to Ian's excessive diligence, Ian saw the deserted facade of a second-hand bookstore.

He did not enter at the first time, but ran to the street corner and waited for more than half an hour. The owner of the bookstore, Kraft, went out on time just as he had observed a few days ago.

Wearing a windbreaker.

Wearing a hat.

Traveling in a hurry.

I didn't know where I had to go every day. After seeing Kraft Apparate away, Ian carried the wooden box with books on his head and walked into the bookstore again.

The air is filled with the faint scent of ink and the unique aroma of paper.

And the smell of dust.

The German girl was still sitting quietly behind the counter, concentrating on the book in her hands. She seemed not to notice Ian's arrival.

"Ms. Grindelwald, I have come to return the book as promised."

As Ian moved around.

The wooden floor squeaks.

His voice pulled the girl back from the ocean of knowledge.

“Some of it surprised me.”

Aurora Grindelwald's delicate face was like fine porcelain, but it could not resist the attraction of her heterochromatic eyes, which seemed to sparkle with a color that could captivate the heart.

"We are friends, and you actually think I would run away with the book!"

Ian had an incredible expression on his face.

"These second-hand books are no match for our brief but steadfast friendship."

He always likes to speak the right words to different people, a thick skin he developed as an orphan.

"..."

Aurora was silent for a moment.

"I just didn't expect you to finish transcribing these books before school starts." She explained, but did not deny the friendship Ian mentioned.

This is a young man who longs for friendship.

Ian had already noticed this when they first met. Although [Thought Perception] was restrained under his control, it did not mean that it had lost all its function.

“See this hand?”

Ian put the wooden box on the counter.

He raised his hand.

The German girl nodded and came closer to take a closer look.

"Apart from the long fingers and raised joints, there's nothing special about it."

After a while.

Aurora commented.

"But it is indeed a very efficient hand. The seventh grade potion textbook is nothing compared to the miracles it has created."

Ian's thoughts seemed to go back to the summer vacation in his previous life.

"Resurrection from the dead is a miracle."

Aurora shook her head, a trace of sadness flashing across her heterochromatic eyes.

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond.

"What do you think of that book?" Aurora suddenly changed the subject.

It is clear.

She was referring to the book "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" that she gave to Ian.

"Very cool, I like your gift very much."

Ian gave a thumbs up.

"So, what's your return gift for me?"

Aurora's expression was as cold as ever, but there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"..."

Ian had actually forgotten about this.

"Definitely next time!" He grinned awkwardly.

"Ah."

The girl was not disappointed, but just nodded quietly.

"I'll quickly distribute these books among those piles of books, in case your elders come back unexpectedly." Ian pulled up the wooden box and began to stuff the books into the messy piles that hadn't changed at all.

This is not a hassle.

soon.

When Ian was holding the empty wooden box and preparing to return to the counter to say goodbye, he also told Aurora that he would prepare a thoughtful return gift for her when school started.

"Da da da~"

There was the sound of wooden boards moving.

Ian stood at the bookcase on the left and looked up.

I saw.

A man wearing a black robe, a hood, and with scars all over his face, walked in with a wand in his hand, and swept the entire book room with his sharp and fierce eyes.

He first glanced at Ian with disdain in his eyes.

At last.

His eyes fixed on Aurora.

"The intelligence is correct. It is indeed here."

The man raised his wand and pointed it at Aurora.

"Grindelwald kid, come out now and come with me. Your grandfather owes me something, and I need you to get it back from him."

This person obviously has bad intentions.

Ian's heart was pounding as he hid behind the bookcase.

Enemies coming?

How could he happen to encounter such a ridiculous thing?

"My grandfather owes a lot of people things, but those who dare to ask him for debts... are obviously not decent people." Aurora didn't seem afraid at all.

She even dared to mock the man who broke into the bookstore.

She didn't move at all and just sat there with a cold expression.

"You sharp-tongued brat, do you really think I dare not take action here? You should know that you are not in the Hogwarts castle now!"

The man holding the wand looked a little annoyed.

The tip of his wand glowed slightly.

"Sigh~"

Ian hid behind the bookcase. For some reason, he felt excited and eager to try. However, this impulse was suppressed by reason.

Do you want help with a sneak attack?

Even if it's only a level 1 skill, an Avatar should be able to produce the desired effect. But this kind of hero saving the beauty is so cliché!
"I'm a witness. He may not let me go. That man saw me." Ian was weighing the pros and cons in his mind, and his left hand subconsciously reached for his wand.

If there is a choice.

He certainly doesn't want to get involved in other people's grudges and love affairs.

just.

He missed the opportunity when the opponent ignored him because of his age and gave up the opportunity when the opponent's attention was all on Aurora. It was obviously unlikely that he would have another chance to launch a sneak attack afterwards.

Count on the wizard's mercy?
It’s better to believe in the magic wand in your hand!

Just when Ian made the decision and was ready to act.

"what!!!!"

Without warning.

Suddenly a blue flame burst out from the man's body.

This adult wizard.

There was no time to react at all.

The whole person was engulfed by the blue flames, and his wand, which should be worth a lot of money, turned into gray dust on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Li Huo!"

Ian exclaimed.

He looked towards the counter in disbelief. The girl had already put down the magic wand that appeared from nowhere and was looking at the gradually disappearing flame with calm eyes.

"Can you help me get the broom? It's behind the bookcase next to you." Although she had just killed someone with terrible magic, Aurora's emotions remained extremely stable.

hard to imagine.

A child who has just reached school age can actually perform such advanced magic silently!
"Wouldn't it be useful to clean it up?"

Ian was stunned for a moment.

“I haven’t learned it yet.”

Aurora's answer was brief and to the point.

Ok.

Another child who is not good at one subject well.

Ian understood.

"Um, let me find where the broom is."

Ian was not actually calm about seeing a living person die in front of him, but he was obviously not the kind of righteous person who would question why the other person killed someone.

The wizard obviously had bad intentions.

Being soft-hearted won't solve any problems.

Moreover.

Question the perpetrator.

Do you still want to live?

"I didn't see anything, don't try to kill me to silence me!" Ian walked to the dirty floor with a broom. He was a little worried about his current situation.

What happened to the hero saving the beauty?

How come heroes are afraid of beauty now!
"I won't attack my friends, and..."

Aurora walked to where Ian was, picked up the wooden box that fell to the ground, squatted beside Ian, and signaled Ian with her eyes to sweep the ashes into the wooden box.

“We are now accomplices.”

It was like meeting each other for the first time.

Germanic girls seem to be extremely obsessed with this kind of relationship.

　Three thousand words!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)