Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 44: Remembering the deceased professor

perhaps.

In the girl's heart.

Accomplices are closer than friends.

There is no greater source of family learning than this.

"This man suddenly disappeared in the town. I'm afraid the Aurors will be attracted soon." Ian still remembered what the wizards on the street said before, that bar fights could also attract Aurors.

For the police in the wizarding world, it is like having spies everywhere. They may not know what is happening, but they can always sense that something is happening.

Maybe there is also a third eye in the wizarding world?
Like tracer or something?

"Kraft will take care of everything."

Aurora helped Ian close the top of the wooden box. She seemed to have been accustomed to such things for a long time, and she was so familiar with the series of operations of killing and destroying corpses.

"That's good."

Ian was still a little worried, but there was obviously nothing he could do. From the moment he stepped into the bookstore, he could not avoid being involved in this situation.

If you want to blame someone, blame it on the unlucky day today.

He didn't eat his meal for two more minutes at home, nor did he pull his poop for two more minutes... It was too late to say anything now, and the sensitive identity of the Wu family's orphan was shrouded in another layer of haze.

"Did you use Fiendfyre just now?"

Ian watched Aurora first clean the ground with water, and then destroy the broom and mop together. He felt that he needed some spiritual comfort.

"You want to learn?"

Aurora seemed to see through Ian's thoughts. This didn't require much vision, after all, Ian's somewhat shining eyes were full of curiosity and desire for Li Huo.

"Yes, it's easy to get out of control?"

Ian still remembered that in the original story, one of Malfoy's lackeys played with fire and burned himself. This magic was very scary, and it was probably far more dangerous than the magic he tried to strengthen last night.

"It's in the book I gave you. My grandfather's explanations are always detailed." Aurora walked back to the counter and sat back in the chair without a backrest.

"I think it shouldn't be difficult for you."

She picked up the magic notebook again and started reading it as if nothing had happened.

"Thank you, I'll look it up when I get back."

Ian couldn't wait to get away.

"Remember to take away the trash for me."

Aurora didn't look up, her attention was back on the notes. The garbage she was talking about was obviously the box that was left there, and there were even some traces of corpse ashes on the edge.

"You are really good at summoning people."

Ian didn't want to show off such dangerous goods in public.

"I haven't been given permission to leave this store yet. Is this a request?" Aurora said helplessly from behind the counter.

"Well, I'm always happy to help my friends, but you have to give me a little benefit next time."

Ian looked around and found a piece of linen to wrap the wooden box. After checking that no ashes would leak out, he picked up the tightly wrapped wooden box and walked towards the door.

"An accomplice."

The girl gave another serious reminder.

"..."

Ian always felt that this was a name very close to Azkaban, so he quickly quickened his pace and stepped out of this dark wizard's lair, breathing the air outside the bookstore without the burnt smell.

Ian is here.

He left again.

When I came, I brought with me a brand new book box full of knowledge.

When he left, he was carrying an urn filled with a dead person's ashes.

The box is still the same box.

It's just that the nature of the box's use has changed slightly.

On the way back.

Ian was feeling a little nervous. Fortunately, no idle wizards stopped him to question him. Only the wizard chess player who was setting up a stall to cheat people on the street greeted him warmly.

School is about to start.

Many unfamiliar faces also appeared in Hogsmeade Village. Perhaps this place is far less prosperous than Diagon Alley, but it is one of the few places for English wizards to communicate.

Long history. Ancient heritage.

On the way back, Ian even saw a few young couples who were attracted to each other. He, like the other wizards along the way, was not surprised by this.

Although it is the wizarding world, it is England after all. As we all know, England has always been known as the Little Chengdu.

"professor."

"Good morning, Professor."

……

along the way.

Ian also saw several wizards who were obviously adult, greeting a woman who was purchasing something in the village. He could recognize that the woman was a teacher at Hogwarts.

Head of Gryffindor.

Minerva McGonagall.

Her teacher who teaches Transfiguration at Hogwarts, didn't know why he would go to Hogsmeade to buy things. Perhaps this professor also had a house in Hogsmeade?
It was like Snape's cabin.

"You even have a child, crybaby Henry?"

"Richard, I heard you have passed your Auror exam. Congratulations."

"Daisy, the story of you turning your wand into a pig's trotter is still my favorite story to tell in class."

……

Professor McGonagall seemed to remember every student who had ever graduated, whether or not they were from Gryffindor, and could accurately call out each person and recall their embarrassing moments.

perhaps.

Only if you truly love your profession can you remember every detail of your career.

"It doesn't look as severe as in the movies. Maybe it's because we are not in school now." Ian only saw this scene from a distance.

How could he dare to approach a professor with keen insight when he was holding the urn of a man who had spent time in prison? The wisest choice was of course to bypass this group of Hogwarts predecessors and take another route.

It is definitely not a good idea to deal with the urn casually. If someone digs it out, it will be a big deal. Maybe you can plant it in the garden, but there is no guarantee that Snape will not find it in the future.

Pour into the river?
If someone witnessed it, it would be a trouble.

"It seems that our ancestors' method is the most reliable!"

Return to the cabin.

Ian pried up the newly laid floor, dug up the living room that Snape had refilled, and buried the entire wooden box along with the ashes of the dead person in the ground under the cabin.

"The space here is really big. It may not be a problem to bury another ten or eight people."

Ian covered the soil again and nailed the wooden boards in the living room. He compared the layout with the previous one and didn't feel anything unusual. He breathed a sigh of relief and started to fill his stomach with cauldron cake.

Eat and drink enough.

Ian dug out the hidden copy of "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" from the toilet tank.

"I'm still too weak!"

Actually, before today.

Ian still had some self-satisfaction. After all, he had the Avatar Truth in his hands at such a young age, so it was unlikely that he didn't have a little bit of pride in his heart.

however.

The Fire Curse silently cast by his peers made him realize that this world is not short of geniuses, nor is it short of conflicts that would lead to violent fights over a single disagreement.

Only the strong can survive.

The weak ones can only be buried in boxes.

Just because you don't want to get into trouble doesn't mean trouble won't come to you.

"In this cruel wizarding world, I am literally walking on thin ice!"

Recalling the adult wizard who was burned to death, Ian understood that only by working harder to improve himself could he gain enough sense of security.

"The great man is right. A peaceful and stable life only exists within the coverage area of ​​the Avada Lightning Chain..."

Books open.

Under the fluorescent light of the magic wand.

Taboo knowledge is unfolding for the first buds of ideals.

(End of this chapter)