Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 74: 73: Historical Prologue! He and His Disciples! [Fourth Update]

The world is impermanent.

Ian did not imagine that he would pass the test of Ravenclaw, successfully pass various levels and decrypt the puzzles, find the founder's legacy, and finally become the little emperor of Ravenclaw, reaching the pinnacle of life. He was facing an alchemical creature with its own thoughts and a grudge.

"In the long river of history, why was Ms. Ravenclaw chosen as your teacher?" The bronze eagle head has always been thinking about the little grudge that Ian had caused it at the beginning of the school year.

"Because the facts are a foregone conclusion. The house I attend is called Ravenclaw House. The moment I took off the Sorting Hat, I became a student of Rowena Ravenclaw." Ian tried to describe the theory of causality to the Bronze Eagle Head.

The door didn't open.

“That makes sense, but it’s not enough.”

The bronze eagle head was obviously trying to make things difficult for him.

"Ms. Ravenclaw is the embodiment of the light of wisdom and a shining beacon that can lead me to explore the universe of knowledge."

"not enough."

“She has a fair and selfless heart and respects the uniqueness of each student.”

"not enough."

"I can learn more about myself from Ms. Ravenclaw and discover my unknown talents and potential."

"Still not enough."

The Bronze Eagle Head is even more vengeful than Ian.

"Sigh~"

Ian took a deep breath. He seemed to have understood the stinginess of the Ravenclaw lady from a thousand years ago. Alchemical creations usually reflect some of the personality of the creator.

"Because Rowena Ravenclaw will bring me back here, where I can finally meet you and feel your tenderness and thoughtfulness?" Ian, trying his best to save the situation, chose to say some cheesy love words.

The bronze eagle head did not respond.

"Click~"

There is no need to say more about the door that opened with a bang.

Even though he didn't have to sleep in the corridor tonight, Ian still couldn't be happy at all. What kind of year is this, the first year of Boomerang? The clown senior who was in love with the bronze eagle head was actually me?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Ian felt that the bronze eagle head of his own academy was more or less ill. He rushed into the common room, where many Ravenclaw wizards of all ages were crowded at a few long tables to study.

Unlike other colleges, Ravenclaw's common room has a small library of its own, but most of the books in it are related to school courses.

"Hi, Ian."

Qiu Zhang, who was selecting books in front of the bookshelf, saw Ian coming in.

Ian waved back.

"Do you need any gossip about tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Qiu Zhang came up to him mysteriously, holding a book called "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in her hand.

Ian chuckled, "You can't let us deal with a troll in the first class, right?"

Although he was just a freshman at Hogwarts, in the past two days, he had experienced several times how unreliable the so-called gossip in Hogwarts was.

"Of course not, it's Irish leprechauns. Someone saw their cages in Professor Erich's office." Qiu Zhang patted the book in his hands.

"Everyone is trying their best to find a solution, hoping to get extra points for the school tomorrow. No one wants to be overshadowed by those little wizards in Gryffindor."

Qiu Zhang lowered his voice and added, "Well, everyone wants to be the center of attention. You won extra points for the academy today, and the prefects even praised you in the evening."

I didn't expect to miss the moment of Sheniu.

Ian felt a little regretful.

"Where are the prefects? Where are you? Next time you praise me, I hope you can choose a time when I'm present. Thank you." Ian couldn't find the two prefects.

But it attracted the attention of other little wizards.

"It's Prince. My god, you performed really well in Potions class today. Even Snape couldn't do anything to you. Can you teach us how to make boil potion when you have time?"

"Yes, yes, your boil solution seems to be of better quality than the ones sold in drugstores. My sister, who always gets boils on her butt, consumes many bottles every year."

"Shut up! You idiot! Even if mom comes! I will kill you today!"

...Several young wizards who had been in class together took the initiative to talk to Ian. In Ravenclaw, as long as you have good grades, you will definitely gain the favor and admiration of your classmates.

There may be competition among everyone.

But smart people choose to learn from smarter people instead of treating smarter people as freaks.

"Of course no problem, I'll read it when I'm free." Ian tucked Snape's "Advanced Potion Making" under his arm and just wanted to go back to his dormitory to study hard.

Michael and William are not in the common room. They must be secretly working hard to become stronger. Who knows when they will catch up and see my back!

Ian, feeling a strong sense of crisis, quickened his pace.

however.

Just at this time.

"When I was at home, my mother told me that learning knowledge must come at a price. Can I use one gold galleon to subscribe to your future Potions class notes?"

Or maybe it was because the wealthy little wizard knew Ian's life experience and tested him cautiously, so a Pandora's box was inadvertently opened by him at this moment.

"I only have five silver Sickles."

"I have seven silver Sickles, and my mother will send me some pocket money next month."

"Money can't buy knowledge, but I have five boxes of Chocolate Frogs and I just want to learn the standard formula for the Boil Potion."

"I have used up all my pocket money, but I can steal my sister's pocket money...ah, sister, why did you hit me? Anyway, you only like to save money and don't like to spend it."

……

Seven or eight first-year Ravenclaw wizards gathered in the area leading to the dormitory. The senior students couldn't help but look up with excitement.

Before the seniors could even say they could do it.

"We are all good brothers and sisters. Today is worse than tomorrow. I am free today. Come, I will give you an extracurricular tutoring class. Just take a silver coin as a token of your appreciation."

Ian stopped, turned around and walked back to the lounge.

He should have discovered this business opportunity long ago.

No matter where you are, tutoring is a lucrative business. Ian quickly scanned the money taken out by the little wizards and chose a long-term charging model.

Monthly cards, weekly cards, daily cards... none of them are as good as charging on a pay-per-use basis. Those who understand will understand.

"Only one silver Sickle? Oh my! I am ashamed of myself for ever being jealous of you!"

"Thank you, thank you, you are such a good person!"

"What should I do? I only have a Chocolate Frog..."

……

Ian took a silver Sickle from each of them, as well as a box of chocolate frogs from the slightly embarrassed boy, and promised that the other party could attend his lectures five times in the future.

"To be honest, my whole family are potion masters, and high-quality potions flow through our veins." Ian's words made those senior wizards who were ready to make a move sit back down.

"It's just a boil potion. Tomorrow I can tell you the details of making other potions. I'll tell you everything. Tomorrow it will only cost one silver Sickle!"

"Don't worry, since I have accepted your money, I will definitely take the responsibility of teaching you. I don't just want you to pass the exam. What I want is for everyone to be as good as a dragon in Potions class in the future!"

A fire was burning in the fireplace.

The details about the configuration of the potion began to flow.

This is obviously just the beginning.

A new evening at Hogwarts.

Ian Prince and his original followers.

the first time.

Get together.

……

(End of this chapter)