Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 71: 70: Hogwarts, witness all the secrets! [First update]

Who can resist the temptation of being the little emperor of Ravenclaw? The male prefect will massage your back, the female prefect will wash your feet, and all the students will stand in front of you to welcome the return of the Ravenclaw crown.

Such a scene may be a little childish for high school students.

But for a mathematics student who did not have the opportunity to trade stocks or buy Bitcoin after traveling through time, and who almost did not go to Eton College, but only arrived at Hogwarts Castle to learn magic, it is definitely quite tempting.

"It's all the fault of that noseless Tom!" Ian lost the chance to ascend the throne of Ravenclaw, but what Voldemort lost was definitely not just Merope Gaunt as Ian mentioned.

He would actually take away the cheating Horcruxes that the evil mutants had hidden in the Room of Requirement.

Blurred fantasy.

This will be its destination.

"Teacher Mara will like this new toy." Ian tucked the packed Ravenclaw diadem under his arm and picked up a few spell notebooks that had lost their owners.

He has always been a good student who loves learning. The notes of excellent seniors who may have passed away long ago can definitely help him increase his spell proficiency rapidly.

"Click~"

Turn the brass handle of the Room of Requirement.

Ian took one last look around the crowded room.

He might not take away all the valuable things that had lost their owners, but he would definitely come back to sort out some valuable goods that could be sold to fund his own alchemy studies.

"Good buddy, I will protect you from now on." Ian touched the wall of the Room of Requirement. He remembered that Hogwarts has always had its own ideas.

"Actually, I was just picking up unwanted items, but little Harry was liberating other people's private property without permission. Comparing the two, I am a little more shameless!"

Ian pulled the copper doorknob and walked out of the Room of Requirement. However, before he could close the door, a weak voice suddenly came to his ears.

"You seem to want to take something out of it, kid."

Turn around and look.

It turned out that the "man" who made the sound was the silly Barnabas in the mural. The troll no longer continued to beat him, but sat under the fruit tree to take a break, panting.

"Isn't it possible?"

Ian spoke with a hint of doubt.

"If it's something else, of course there's no problem. Unowned treasure belongs to the discoverer and the one who needs it. It's a secret, a romantic legacy of the medieval treasure hunt craze." Silly Barnabas was taking a halftime break at this time, lying on the stone, looking out of the frame with his swollen butt and face.

What he said does make sense.

If Hogwarts itself did not want later comers to take these things away, why would it actively present the hidden objects that had no owner to later comers?

That's a hidden object.

If anyone could see it, no one would hide things here.

"Thank you to our ancestors, thank you to the founder, and thank you to Hogwarts." Ian expressed his gratitude to everyone without leaving out a single detail, fully demonstrating his thoughtful consideration of treating everyone equally.

Silly Barnabas kept his eyes on Ian's armpits. He spoke again, "I just don't recommend you take the crown away. It has been tainted by evil black magic..."

Unexpected statement.

"You actually knew this?" Ian was a little surprised.

Silly Barnabas sighed and nodded, "Back then, I watched that little wizard, who was full of sin, hide the crown of Ravenclaw in this room."

Just as Hogwarts witnessed all the secrets that happened here, the murals on the castle walls that were easily overlooked also quietly witnessed many stories that had happened. This made Ian feel a little confused.

"Why didn't you tell the professors at school about this?" He knew that the murals could communicate with wizards from the outside world, and some portraits would even visit other murals to exchange gossip.

"Because that damn guy cast an unspeakable spell on me. I can't tell anything about the crown to other people who don't know that the crown is placed here!"

Silly Barnabas' voice was full of indignation.

"Until you showed up in the Coming and Going Room, I had never seen a little wizard as bad as him. I saw in you some of the decisiveness and ruthlessness that only traditional wizards in the Middle Ages possessed."

As a wizard from centuries or even longer ago, Silly Barnabas had another name for the Room of Requirement, and it seems that he was not as fool as everyone thought.

"One of my elders once taught me that when you are out in the world, kindness is just a knife swinging against yourself." Ian doesn't think he is a bad kid.

Peeves sticks right to my face.

He finally restrained his subconscious reaction in time and chose the magic of Divine Sharpness and Shadowless. It was an instinctive self-defense and it was the most gentle attack magic he controlled now.

In order to make someone lose the ability to fight back, Ian can only choose one from the Imperius Curse, the Fiery Fire Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, the Living Curse, and the Striker.

If it hadn't happened suddenly.

Even if a little wizard provokes him in person.

Ian would definitely only use the Dancing Spell and the Dancing on the Ancestral Grave Spell as countermeasures.

"It's rare that you actually uphold the survival rules of the Wandering Sect."

"Your elders don't look like they were from the academy. Well, maybe that's true. To be able to catch and punish Peeves, you must have an extraordinary ancient bloodline flowing in your veins."

Silly Barnabas had just shown a reasonable and normal speculation, and then people felt that it was absolutely not unfair for him to be whipped by the giant monster in the portrait for so many years.

"Your ancestors may have slept with female ghosts."

He made a firm judgment.

Ian wanted to draw a few more giant teddy dogs on it.

"But my ancestors were definitely not spanked by trolls."

Critical hit.

Silly Barnabas showed a bitter face.

"No matter what, I still don't want you to take the crown away. It is too dangerous. You may be doomed because of it. A treasure tainted by black magic can no longer bring you wisdom." Silly Barnabas continued to persuade Ian. He probably thought that Ian wanted to use the crown of Ravenclaw to study.

"Don't worry, I will handle this thing properly. I have some knowledge about the soul, and I will definitely not be stupid enough to wear it on my head."

Ian bowed slightly to thank Silly Barnabas for his kindness, and walked towards the stairs with the small box containing the crown. The sound of the gold galleons colliding in his trouser pockets and robes was crisp and pleasant.

"Although you seem to be helping Hogwarts solve its problems, I still think you are worse than that person. Whose first-year wizard has already started studying the soul..."

Behind.

Silly Barnabas only had time to sigh quietly before the giant monster under the tree in the mural had already rested, picked up the big stick on the ground and started a new round of beating him.

　This is the first update today. There are five more to come. I was not clear-headed last night. In order to ensure the quality, I couldn't force myself to write it. I will make up for it today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)