Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 8: Experiences from our ancestors
Dark as ink.

The soft moonlight penetrated the window and sprinkled into the quiet bedroom. Ian's long eyelashes slowly opened under the caress of the moonlight, and his bright gem-like green eyes shone with a bright luster.

From being dazed to focusing his eyes, and returning to the present world, Ian subconsciously looked at the clock in the bedroom - as expected, the hands of the old-fashioned wall clock stopped at 12:07.

It has been like this all these years.

After returning from the hazy fantasy, time will always be the same. The hour hand may point to different numbers, but the minute hand will always point to that magical number.

seven.

Ian didn't know what secrets were contained in this. He only knew that he would have a very similar experience every week.

In the past, the only people Ian met in the hazy fantasy were Ariana and the occasional Pandro, but this time there was an additional noble witch with a mysterious origin.

"She asked me to help her find the mirror she left behind in the human world..."

Ian didn't know whether the noble witch was good or bad. Perhaps it was too superficial to judge a soul simply by good and evil. He was just very curious about the identity of the mysterious witch.

A witch who lives in a mysterious castle in a hazy fantasy world.

Was she once a famous figure in the wizarding world? After all, that kind of elegant and noble temperament was obviously not something that an ordinary witch could possess.

"A wizard from the last century, or one active in the Middle Ages?"

Ian's only understanding of the fantasy world he lives in comes from a few movies with mediocre special effects and a few fan fiction books full of conspiracy theories.

Therefore.

Ian only has a rough idea of ​​the many mysteries hidden in this world. The only mirror he can remember is the Mirror of Erised that hid the Philosopher's Stone at the beginning of the story.

Gold frame.

It can enable people to see the most urgent and strongest desires in their hearts.

If the mirror that the mysterious witch is looking for is the magic mirror that will eventually appear in Hogwarts, perhaps Ian does have a chance to bring it into the hazy fantasy and hand it over to her.

"I just don't know if I can carry such a large object there like I would carry candy." Ian was a little unsure as he had never tried anything like this before.

to be frank.

Ian is still confused about this magical talent he has possessed since childhood. He doesn't even understand why candy was brought in but his bed was not.

of course.

Being able to enter a hazy fantasy world in a dream must be an extremely special talent, just as the mysterious witch in the hazy fantasy world said.

Ian...special enough.

But what exactly does this special thing mean? Perhaps only the witch can give the answer. Ian can clearly feel that the mysterious witch in the misty fantasy is very concerned about this.

"Learn magic from her..."

have to say.

Ian was indeed tempted by this proposal, but he couldn't figure out whether the other party's goodwill was just a disguise to achieve a certain purpose or was related to his uniqueness.

If she was really the former owner of the Mirror of Erised, she must have been an old ghost who had lived for who knows how many years. The thoughts of an old female ghost might be more difficult to understand than those of a living woman.

"She is also a very beautiful female ghost. Zhang Wuji's mother once said something about this."

"There's no need for me to take this risk... I can learn magic in school. The professors in school are not necessarily weaker than the old witch in my dream."

Reason triumphs over greed.

Ian suppressed the urge in his heart.

It was as if he had the experience left by his ancestors.

The Great Ying Empire also has a long-standing tradition - in addition to the custom of choosing men over women, the copper smelting habit of this place is also a long-standing special culture.

What if the other party is really an old witch who likes to play with little boys?
In other words, what if the other party's so-called playing is not the same as the playing that Ian likes? Ian doesn't want to gamble on this.

"Huh~ Namo Gatlin Merlin Bodhisattva... We really can't take risks on this matter."

Weigh the pros and cons.

Ian also rearranged his pillow, closed his eyes and fell into a real dream again.

During the years when he had no chance to learn spells, the biggest benefit of having wizard blood for Ian was probably that he could easily learn how to create lucid dreams.

……

One night I had a dream.

Ian felt refreshed the next day.

With every gesture.

It seemed as if he had a little more spirited and carefree feeling - no one knew what kind of beautiful dream he had concocted for himself last night. [Successfully read Roman language, language proficiency +1]

[Successfully read Roman language, language proficiency +1]

[Successfully read Roman language, language proficiency +1]

Before the morning sun rises, Ian has already started his daily study. He has always been serious about improving his skill of [Language Proficiency].

after all.

Ian has always had an expectation in his heart. He hopes to use the extraordinary characteristics gained from this skill to touch the unique talent that only a few people in the magic world possess.

Communicate with animals.

I don't need to become a cross-species communicator like Parseltongue, but at least I can be like Newt Scamander, who can understand the emotions and meanings expressed by animals.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind if I could listen to the voices of all things." Forgive Ian for reading a lot of different literary works in his previous life, and for being a bandit king in his dream last night.

[Successfully read Roman language, language proficiency +1]

[Successfully read Roman language, language proficiency +1]

……

Just when Ian occasionally let his thoughts wander and gained about ten points of [Language Proficiency], hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the door.

There are also ping-pong sounds.

I don’t know which unlucky kid who would probably get scolded knocked over the things in the corridor.

"Ian! Ian! Here she comes! That...the teacher from school is here again!"

Catherine's voice sounded outside the door, panting, and there were several little hands banging on the door. It seemed that these children cared more about going to school than Ian.

"Someone's coming from Hogwarts?"

Ian felt a little confused and surprised. He walked to the door and opened it. Then, with a few rustling sounds, a group of children, almost sticking to the door, squeezed into the room.

"Ian! Ian! Ms. Elena is calling you over! Are you going to school?"

"Will you come back? Can you bring a teacher back for us?"

"You can use your beauty to seduce those female teachers!"

……

The children gathered around Ian, talking at once, some of them making precocious remarks - orphans always grow faster than their peers in every aspect.

"Will you come back and teach us?"

Catherine, who knew the true details of Hogwarts, looked at Ian with expectant eyes. What she was talking about was obviously magical.

"If there's a chance, if I can... sure."

Ian touched the heads of several children around him, but he didn't dare to really promise them. Maybe Catherine would have a chance to study at Hogwarts.

But most people find it difficult to cross that threshold.

"I'll take you to Ms. Elena!"

Catherine was so excited that she dragged Ian out and ran. Although the other children knew little about what was going on, they all followed behind them.

"Ian, I don't want to go to that school anymore. I'll just have to wait for you to teach me how to make candies. The teacher who came today looks just like the Gargamel you told me about!"

On the road.

Catherine came close to Ian and lowered her voice, speaking fearfully. Her words made Ian, who was already curious about which professor was coming, feel nervous.

Looks like Gargamel?
Very scary?
Ian had a bad feeling.

At this time, he happened to arrive outside the dean's office surrounded by many children.

The door is not closed.

and so.

Ian immediately saw the figure sitting opposite the dean, who seemed to be shrouded in a haze. Just the back of the figure made people feel nervous and depressed.

Some of them look like... the dark wizards I've met before.

"Why is it him!?"

Ian showed a confused expression.

What about a big furry Dumbledore like me?!
How come this black bat came here? !

(End of this chapter)