Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 79: 78: Fiendfyre and the Mystery of Dumbledore
Flashback to before the spell failed to cast successfully.

All the professors present, including Dumbledore, were very surprised. After all, as an expert in the field of spells, Filius Flitwick's understanding of magic was definitely profound.

Talk about a one-on-one duel.

The only person in the whole Hogwarts who could definitely defeat him would be Dumbledore, the greatest person in the 20th century. A master who could teach Charms classes would definitely not fail in the Flashback Spell.

"It rejected my Flashback Charm, and I can't force the wand without destroying the child's companion." Flitwick could see why the spell had failed.

He looked at Dumbledore in embarrassment.

“It was such an unexpected situation.”

Dumbledore walked up and took Ian's wand, observing it with interest. The feel and shape were so familiar, but what was missing was the intoxicating sense of power.

"Prior Incantato!"

He took out his wand and cast the spell himself, but the image only appeared for a moment and nothing could be seen clearly. Then it collapsed in the blink of an eye like a landslide.

After the smoke cleared, it was as if nothing had happened.

"A very special wand."

Dumbledore didn't seem surprised. He handed the wand back to Ian with a smile, "Don't let down its loyalty, and don't let down the kindness of the unicorn wand core."

A very vicious look.

Dumbledore has always been well-versed in alchemy. How could someone who could become friends with Nicolas Flamel not be a master of alchemy?
Some people say that Dumbledore has become weaker as he has grown older. In fact, age does not affect the power of wizards. On the contrary, their more profound knowledge will make them more invincible.

It was never his age that made Dumbledore "weaker" in the eyes of others.

It's just that his heart is becoming more and more calm.

"I will always remember your teachings."

Ian humbly took his wand.

This is a real good buddy!
"Is there any other way to prove my innocence?" Ian looked at the other professors, and finally looked up at Dumbledore who was standing in front of him.

"It is an insignificant verification. It does not affect our judgment of your innocence." Dumbledore nodded, and the other professors did not refute.

Several grade leaders were still a little confused.

Including the two Ravenclaw class leaders, they were all staring at Ian's wand hanging around his waist, completely unable to understand what had just happened.

Can a wand also reject the Flashback Charm?
Why doesn't my magic wand work!

"Since the principal said Ian didn't kill anyone, can we take Ian away? This kind of scene is definitely a nightmare that will leave a psychological trauma for a child."

Senior Penelope is as considerate as an old mother.

She probably didn't realize that Ian's face was much rosier than hers.

"Mr. Prince, please stay. The prefects may leave. Please keep today's events confidential and do not cause any unnecessary trouble to the relevant personnel." Dumbledore's instructions obviously had no binding force, but the prefects present just nodded in agreement on the surface.

Ian bet twenty gold Galleons.

None of these people could keep the secret after they returned.

Just when everyone was about to leave.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to flash back the spells he cast? I bet! There must be magic in there when he killed Professor Ronnie Erich!"

Marcus Flint found it difficult to accept Dumbledore's decision and started yelling. He even pushed away the two prefects who wanted to pull him out.

"Are you questioning Dumbledore's judgment?" Snape said in a cold tone and did not tolerate this guy. He simply grabbed Marcus Flint, who was out of control, and pressed him to the ground.

"As we all know, a wand core made of unicorn tail hair cannot perform dark magic. You are not only questioning Dumbledore, you are also questioning the truth of the wizarding world."

Snape really tried his best to say this without any expression.

The fourth-year wizard was very strong, but Snape cast a control spell on him, leaving him unable to get up except by lying on the ground like a slug.

The two Slytherin prefects couldn't bear to see this scene and didn't dare to say anything. They quickened their pace and left the Owl Shed, followed by the other prefects.

"It must be a trick played by this murderer! It's him! There's no mistake! I saw it with my own eyes! You can't cover up for him! The Ministry of Magic won't let you, the harbouring ones, go!"

"My family has a lot of connections in the Ministry of Magic. You can't persecute me! I'm going to sue you! All of you will be arrested and locked up in Azkaban!"

Marcus Flint was getting more and more agitated, even a little bit agitated. Ian, who was standing next to him, had already noticed something was wrong.

The same goes for professors.

"Flint seemed very convinced that he saw Mr. Prince kill someone... well, very persistent." Dumbledore pondered for a moment.

"Severus, please take this child back and check for traces of the Imperius Curse. Also check if this child's memory has been tampered with by anyone."

The assignment Dumbledore arranged for Snape was exactly what he wanted.

"Oh!"

He used his elbow to knock Marcus Flint unconscious. Yes, that's right, he didn't use magic, but used physical sleep method to make Flint, who had many connections in the Ministry of Magic, fall asleep.

Marcus Flint's eyes rolled back and he passed out. He was carried by Snape to the door of the Owl Shed like a giant lizard.

Before Snape left.

He turned around and gave Ian a warning look.

It was as if telling Ian to behave himself.

"Let's go and help Pomona thoroughly check the castle to see if the murderer is still hiding in a certain area." Professor McGonagall saw that Dumbledore wanted to communicate with Ian alone.

The same goes for Dean Filius Flitwick. After all, they have worked together for many years.

"You must think carefully when you go back. Have you ever offended anyone, especially a dark wizard?" Dean Flitwick reminded Ian earnestly before leaving.

"How can I, an orphan, offend any dark wizard?"

Ian frowned and thought hard for a long time. He really felt that he was innocent. "If I must say, before school started, I met a man who looked like a dark wizard on Charing Cross Road in London."

This might be useful information, but Dumbledore looked a little strange.

"We'll investigate."

He nodded perfunctorily, and hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"Just to satisfy my personal curiosity... Mr. Prince, let me see your Fiery Fire Curse." Dumbledore's sudden whisper stunned Ian.

Could this turn be any more abrupt?
"what?"

He wanted to play dumb, but he realized that he couldn't do that. Since Dumbledore could make this request, he must have known that he had learned the Fiery Blaze.

Where did you know that?

Aurora?
There's no way Aurora would know that!

Although "Secrets of Advanced Black Magic" came from Aurora, and Aurora also recommended the study of the Fiery Spell, Ian has never used it once after learning this magic.

Telepathy?

It’s not like he doesn’t have Occlumency!
As he possesses [Mind Perception], he doesn't need anyone to teach him this aspect of learning. He has already installed this essential MOD for attending Hogwarts!

Facing Dumbledore's smiling gaze.

Ian was silent for a moment.

Raise your wand.

Chanted a spell.

A brilliant blue color rose up from the shed, without being stained by the flammable straw.

“Good practice.”

Dumbledore, still smiling, praised softly. The half-moon frame on his face reflected the elves jumping in the room, and there was just a slight ripple in his deep eyes.

"Principal, I..."

Ian wanted to explain that he was not an evil little wizard, but Dumbledore just patted him on the shoulder, raised his wand and extinguished the Fiendfyre in the room.

"The History of Magic class this afternoon will be a tough one. Go back and have a good rest."

Without waiting for Ian to reply, Dumbledore walked out of the room, leaving Ian standing alone at the crime scene with his wand in hand, without anyone to protect him.

"what?"

Ian was full of question marks.

Dead professor.

Does he still need to collect the bodies?
Isn't it impolite to burn the corpse with a fierce fire?

"But the broken pieces can't dance." Just when Ian was wondering whether Dumbledore was hinting at him to burn the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher with Fiendfyre.

"Shuush~"

The figures of two house-elves appeared in front of him.

……

Principal's office.

The circular room was filled with all kinds of funny decorations, and there were a lot of silver objects placed on slender seats. They rotated and constantly emitted small puffs of smoke.

Portraits of former principals are hung on the walls, and many of them are snoring, as if they have different schedules from people outside.

There are also portraits of people communicating.

"It's incredible. Can a Ravenclaw kid be punished to face the wall in an office?"

"Haha, do you think you Ravenclaws never make mistakes? Seeing how uneasy she is, I think she will be expelled from school if she doesn't go to Azkaban this time."

"In my time, children who made mistakes were caned directly, and there were no children who were not disciplined."

"Can't you be quiet? You're scaring people. You've been dead for so many years, why are you still reminiscing about the past? The current headmaster Dumbledore never physically punishes students."

"But Severus will."

……

Penelope sat on the bench waiting a little nervously.

Time seems to pass very slowly.

She didn't know what kind of tormenting noise she was in until she heard movement from the spiral staircase behind her.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Penelope turned around and looked at the old man who appeared. She had already recalled everything she had done today, but she couldn't find out why she was called to the principal's office alone.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Clearwater. You haven't done anything wrong and you won't be punished. I asked Fox to bring you here just to understand some of the circumstances."

Dumbledore walked towards his desk chair.

"Is it related to the professor's death today?"

This was the only possibility Penelope could think of.

"That matter has nothing to do with you little wizards anymore. Don't think too much about it. The professors will handle everything properly." Dumbledore said in a gentle tone, staring at the students in front of him.

His eyes were shaking.

But still tried his best to maintain a gentle smile.

"I just heard from the ghost in the castle that you have been trying your best to find out some things in the castle since yesterday afternoon... maybe they shouldn't be explored by others?"

(End of this chapter)