Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 75: 74: Bizarre! Absurd! I want to bury my head in sleep! [Fifth update]

The night is deep.

Ian's explanation was indeed thorough and detailed. The solid foundation brought by Yizhengyongzheng and the complete understanding of every detail made more than a dozen young wizards in Ravenclaw feel that it was worth the money.

They gained knowledge.

Ian gained today's share of Silver Sickles, as well as a proficiency level in [Potion Mastery] which he gained by reviewing his known knowledge and gaining new insights. A proficiency level of seven or eight points was considered a significant increase.

"We'll meet again tomorrow! Come if you feel like it!"

Ian said goodbye to the little wizards, one more enthusiastic than the other and another more grateful than the other, and returned to the dormitory, savoring the sense of accomplishment of teaching and imparting knowledge.

In the dim dormitory.

Michael Jordan's snoring continued. William, who was scared to death by Aurora in the afternoon, did not study hard with a small desk lamp as Ian expected.

He was completely wrapped in his quilt. He didn't look like he was sleeping. He had curled up into a ball, and would squirm inside it from time to time.

If Ian hadn't only felt panic, uneasiness, and a little bit of... disbelief, he would have suspected that his roommate was playing the magic version of the Holy Grail at night.

Eleven years old?
People in Europe and America always develop earlier.

"The descendants of German Aurors do have a deeper understanding." Ian felt that perhaps William had not recovered from the afternoon Potions class, and he might very well lose a precious new friend because of this.

There is no way around it.

It all depends on whether William can figure it out. Ian has never experienced the chaos in Europe, so he naturally cannot empathize with William's family education.

"It's only eleven o'clock in the evening, and I'm the only one studying in this dormitory." Ian didn't have a small desk lamp that could glow by itself, so he raised the glowing magic wand and began to read by lamplight.

I originally wanted to read the books borrowed from the library tonight to find out the secrets of the hazy fantasy world, but the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potion Making" is also very attractive.

[Successfully read the potion textbook, Potions Mastery +3]

[Successfully read the potion textbook, Potions Mastery +2]

……

With Severus Snape's annotations, this rare Potions textbook can provide a learning experience far beyond what Ian could achieve by studying on his own.

"Advanced Potion Making" written by Libasho Pollach is a potion textbook that will only be used in NEWT-level potion classes at Hogwarts.

It contained various recipes for many potions, many of which Snape had improved on in his production process. Ian even saw handwriting in a newer color on them.

Obviously there have been changes, corrections and additions recently.

The entire book was the result of the painstaking research of a master of potions. Ian learned and understood at a rocket-like speed, and he quickly completed a true transformation.

[Potion Mastery (Level 3) 3/400]

This skill has reached the same level as Transfiguration, allowing Ian to even reflect on his shortcomings in today's lecture and gain a higher level of judgment and control in the field of potions.

"I got stronger, but I didn't get bald."

In addition to the knowledge related to potions, Ian also unexpectedly discovered some surprises. The blank spaces in the book actually recorded some self-created spells that were enough to prove Snape's extraordinary talent.

[Tongue-Locking Curse (Level 1) 3/100]

[Close your ears and listen to the spell (level 0) 27/50]

[Hanging Golden Bell Curse (Level 1) 3/100]

The descriptions and explanations come from the creator himself, which are far beyond the reach of ordinary textbooks. Ian chose several of the most practical spells to learn.

As for the [Divine Sword Shadowless Spell] that he had already learned, it was also on it. Through a much more detailed explanation than the previous note, Ian gained a proficiency improvement of more than 70 points.

"Almost all of them are evil curses. My uncle the Half-Blood Prince didn't even cross them out?" Ian saw the new handwriting on them. He didn't think it was Snape's negligence.

The old bat probably wants Ian to learn... This is a bit intriguing. Perhaps it is because Voldemort's sneaky return next year has already been put on the agenda as a plan.

Ian wasn't so sure.

Or maybe he wanted him to be on guard against the saints in the academy?
Today in the elf kitchen of Hogwarts, he saw Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's hand, which was somewhat exposed because he was holding a basin, and had the bookstore owner's golden snitch tattoo on his hand.

Bao is a saint.

"At least he is a capable teacher. Those who can become saints are not mediocre." Ian continued to read Snape's notebook until two or three in the middle of the night. A rustling drizzle began to fall outside.

Having gained a lot of proficiency, he washed up and went to bed quietly.

Before going to bed.

Ian looked at William's bed - the green-haired roommate was still in the hedgehog-like position, moving from time to time, proving that he was still not asleep but was doing something unknown.

Fall asleep at night and have sweet dreams.

the next day.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up quickly, something bad has happened." Ian was shaken awake just like yesterday. When he opened his eyes, he saw Michael raising his big black palm.

Fortunately it was not shot down.

"What happened? Did Hogwarts Castle grow wings and fly away?" Ian rubbed his sleepy eyes. This time of day was when his mind was the most confused.

"No, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning has been cancelled." Michael's eyes were filled with fear, and he said to Ian in a trembling voice in a shocking manner.

"I heard that the teacher who taught us the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is missing! Some people said he died last night!" Without lemonade, Michael's words made Ian wake up immediately!
"Hiss! Dead? Died so quickly?"

Ian was confused.

He knew how dangerous the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts was, but he never thought that the teacher of this course would die on the first day of school. You know, the other party was a real saint!
Ronnie Erich's voice, appearance and smile last night seemed to still be vivid in my mind.

He had praised the other party as a ruthless person last night, but he fell to his knees in just one day? This speed was even faster than the speed at which the stupid wizard Gilderoy Lockhart fell to his knees at his Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

So unreasonable!
How could Voldemort's curse take effect so quickly?

"This shouldn't be possible. This is Hogwarts, and he is a powerful wizard." Ian felt that he might not have woken up yet and was still in a dream.

"We don't know whether he's dead or not, but he's definitely missing. Dean Flitwick just came to inform us that this morning's classes are cancelled, and the professors are looking for him all over the school." Michael's voice was filled with anxiety and fear, and his expression as if his eyes were about to pop out didn't sound like he was joking.

"I'll go and ask around."

talking.

He ran out of the dormitory.

Just when Ian was still finding it hard to digest this heavy news.

"That...Ian."

William suddenly came out of the bathroom at this time. He didn't seem to care about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but came to Ian's bed shyly.

"We are good friends, right?"

It was as if the scene from yesterday was reappearing.

"of course."

Ian felt that William might have figured it out.

"So……"

William became more embarrassed, with a somewhat uneasy expression on his face, as if he was struggling internally. He spoke in a low voice with a hint of inexplicable crying.

"Can you introduce me to the new generation of witches... Saints? My grandfather said last night that if I didn't join you, he would go back and ask my father to kill me."

“I felt like he was serious.”

William's crying became more and more obvious.

Another outrageous moment that left Ian stunned for a moment!

I rely on!

Wasn't your grandfather a German Auror!

Asking you to apply to join the party?

Ian pinched his face in confusion.

He felt that he was really strong today!
(End of this chapter)