Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 86 85: Let me watch the light disappear from your eyes
Perhaps it was because Madam Hooch urged him too often. Seeing that Ian wanted to run towards the castle, Michael and William each held Ian's armpits and carried him back to the lawn.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

Michael suspected Ian wanted to skip class.

"Nonsense, Ian must just want to do something that we don't know about, but must be great!" William continued to flatter Ian, which was childish but had a special effect.

"I just want to save my reputation and innocence before it's too late!" Ian watched Snape disappear and could only regret that he reacted too slowly.

but.

He also secretly made up his mind that if Snape dared to use his hair to make Polyjuice Potion and go to the ladies' room or Professor McGonagall's bedroom to do some spying that would damage his reputation, he would definitely make a pot of Polyjuice Potion, transform into Snape, and sing a song of paradise for everyone in the hall.

"Snape is inherently evil!"

When Ian was carried back to the crowd, he was still a little indignant. He touched the top of his head. Being born in England, what he hated most was naturally the loss of hair in the center of his head.

It is true that although Ian is still a child, his hair is not very thick. If he does not prepare for a rainy day when he is young, who knows what will happen when he grows up.

"You'll see me perform later. I learned how to ride a broom long before I went to school. My father took me all the way back to the sky in London from Austria."

"That time we also encountered a Muggle flat iron. It threw a bludger at us and invited us to play a game, but my father Apparated me back home instantly."

"I bet, if my dad hadn't been in a hurry to go to the toilet, I would have knocked down the Muggles' big flying iron!" The little wizard from Slytherin who boasted that he had ordered a Nimbus 2000 was still bragging.

Ian admired the man's courage in attempting a one-for-one exchange. What impressed him even more was that many young wizards listened with great interest and did not notice any strange knowledge points mixed in.

William was also bragging to Michael and the friends around him, but his boast was obviously not as outrageous as the little wizards in Slytherin. He was just showing off that he still had the printed underwear of the Mottola Macaws players.

A full set, able to move, just like Dumbledore... Ian quietly distanced himself from William. He was now worried that William would go and customize a pair of "Ian" underwear after the holidays.

"call out!"

Following Madam Hooch's whistle, everyone fell silent.

Rolanda Hooch is a middle-aged woman with neatly combed short hair, with a few strands of hair slightly messy due to magical practice or outdoor flying.

She looked very serious, only slightly less imposing than Professor McGonagall, but even so, she was still able to intimidate the temporarily timid first-year wizards.

Except for Gryffindor.

"Learning to fly is a dangerous course. First, we must establish communication with the broom. Everyone must listen carefully. If anyone is absent-minded, I will ask him to leave my class."

Madam Hooch first gave everyone a heads-up, and when she saw that everyone had become serious and nervous, she began to explain with satisfaction the precautions for flying on a broom.

After all, it's just meat wrapped in wood.

There is no safety rope yet.

Flying on a broomstick is indeed a very dangerous sport. Ian doesn't understand why it is not the Middle Ages anymore, so why can't we invent a flying vehicle that allows us to drink tea calmly in the sky.

Just because of Quidditch?

"I must become Doctor Strange of Hogwarts!" Ian looked at the simple broom assigned to him, and he became more motivated to study alchemy in depth.

Ian was a little absent-minded, but he was not discovered.

"stand up!"

Madam Hooch was teaching everyone how to use language to call upon the magic in their bodies to resonate with the flying brooms, and many students followed suit and shouted.

For those young wizards whose perception of magic is not yet clear, they can only rely on the instinct induced by language to draw out magic. Many of the young wizards' brooms are just spinning on the ground.

"stand up."

As expected, Ian succeeded at once. As for his clear perception of magic, the more he came into contact with wizards of the same kind, the more he could understand how clear his perception was.

That rhythm.

It is a perspective that few people can access.

"One point for Ravenclaw, Mr. Prince, well done." Madam Hooch looked at Ian in surprise, then gave him a thumbs up in appreciation.

William, who was the second one to summon the broom, only received an approving look. This was often the case for the second place winner, but William didn't seem to care about it at all.

"Look! Look! I'm just a little slower than Ian!"

He excitedly showed off to Michael.

"It's so difficult." Michael wrinkled his nose, hooked the broom with his feet and pulled it up hard, and his depilatory broom fell steadily into his hands.

There was some deviation at first, but the guidance of magic is always useful, there are always more ways than difficulties, and Michael became the third little wizard holding a broom.

Ian nodded. Michael was indeed a smart little black guy. From the classes in the past few days, it was not difficult to see that although Michael liked to make some opportunistic operations, he was always able to meet the professors' requirements. In this regard, William, who had been studying hard, was obviously slightly inferior.

God knows how long William has been secretly practicing hard for this lesson.

“Concentrate!”

"You must be very eager and work hard to get the broom into your hands!"

"Oh my god! What are you doing!?"

……

Ian and his roommates were waiting for the other little wizards to get familiar with the process. They didn't see any conspicuous bag taking off without permission, but they did see a little wizard trying to take a few bites of a flying broom.

Ok.

It was Michael's favorite little black girl. She was mumbling and looked like a sugar cane. She was caught by Madam Hooch and then severely scolded.

Michael's expression was obviously heartbroken.

"Rebecca is just hungry, what's wrong with her..."

That's what a dog licker is like.

Ian and William both found it hard to bear to watch, but fortunately, biting a few bites of the broom was not a big deal, and Madam Hooch quickly began to teach them how to take off.

"I'll only demonstrate it once. Remember clearly that you must hold on tightly here." After demonstrating, Madam Hooch began to patrol and correct the mistakes made by the little wizards.

Ian had been quite comfortable astride his broomstick, but after Madam Hooch corrected him in the correct position, his expression became less happy.

This thing is a bit nauseating...uncomfortable.

The cushion charm didn't seem to be very effective on these old brooms.

"Just rise a few feet at most. Don't let me see you flying more than ten feet. I still want to ensure that no one in my class is injured."

Madam Hooch's tone was obviously full of pride, but Ian knew that she could only be proud of this year. Next year, Madam Hooch would definitely face a great challenge in her career.

"Swish swish~"

Learning to fly was not a difficult thing, not even as hard as Ian's feeling of being suffocated. Fortunately, he could secretly create a small cushion for his broom.

Everyone was practicing according to Madam Hooch's instructions, and Ian also felt the joy of flying in the air, so comfortable and relaxed... with an indescribable familiarity.

"Turn into a raven and fly over here!"

Ms. Ravenclaw's request seemed to echo in his ears again. If he could learn Animagus, Ian really wanted to become a free raven.

"The preliminary preparations alone took a long time. This is also a truly dangerous magic. If you are not careful, you might accidentally create a new species."

There is expectation in my heart.

However, Ian did not want to start learning Animagus transformation right away. He already had quite a few courses to take, and it would not be too late to learn after he had understood alchemy.

"Flying cloak..."

After landing on their brooms, except for some little wizards who were afraid of heights, most of the little wizards were still reluctant to leave. Ian just felt that the experience of flying a broom was really not comfortable.

When the flying lesson is over.

The first thing he did was to get rid of his two lazy roommates and return to the dormitory to study. Ian had almost finished reading the books he had borrowed, and he had made good progress in learning alchemy.

With the help of the dress fragments given by Teacher Mara and the works of many predecessors in the Hogwarts Library, Ian's alchemy skills had broken through to level three last night.

This is already a very good level.

Although alchemy is inseparable from every aspect of wizards' lives, the shadow of alchemy can be seen in wizard chess, flying brooms, memory balls, and even candles and bonfires.

however.

As a subject involving material transformation, potions, ancient runes, spells, and transfiguration, even senior students find it almost impossible to master and learn it.

The so-called genius.

In fact, it is just an entry ticket to this subject. As the most difficult subject to enter in the entire wizarding world, even among the senior students of Hogwarts, only a few geniuses take it as an elective course. Some of them may be able to master this skill, but it is still difficult to achieve a certain level of achievement.

The only thing you can do is to use this technology to make a living after graduation. It is almost impossible to become an honorable master of alchemy.

In addition to meticulousness and a rigorous attitude like gears, alchemy also requires a wide range of knowledge in various fields. To become a master, one also needs wild imagination and creativity.

"Fortunately, I'm not just a genius, I'm also a cheater." In Ian's eyes, alchemy is not that difficult. It is nothing more than a process of learning to control and innovate.

See it, learn it, start to use it, that's all - when Ian walked quickly back to the Ravenclaw common room, he saw a Dementor standing guard on the eighth floor.

Many wizards avoided the eighth floor.

Face full of fear.

This is true for most people in the wizarding world. They grew up hearing about the horror of Dementors. In the minds of young wizards, Dementors are really comparable to the various weird stories that many Muggle families used to scare their children when they were young.

The only difference is that Dementors really exist, while those various weird stories may just be weird stories, made up by parents to scare their children and make them obedient.

Dementors are not living creatures but evil spirits. They have no facial features and have a hole where a mouth should be. This hole can suck away people's souls and happy memories.

The characteristic known as "Dementor's Kiss" can make a person feel like he has fallen into hell. Not to mention young wizards, many adult wizards also avoid such existence.

"What's going on? Why are Dementors coming to school?"

Ian asked a senior student and learned that someone from the Ministry of Magic came to investigate the cause of death of Professor Ronnie Erich, and the Dementors were the assistants brought by the investigators from the Ministry of Magic.

"What kind of investigation can a stupid Dementor help with? This must be just a deterrent to us by the Ministry of Magic. Cornelius Fudge's favorite thing to do is to make others fear him!"

It seems that someone in this senior's family works in the Ministry of Magic, and has some complaints about the leadership. Some of the parents' opinions will always radiate to their children.

"Although they are stupid, don't you think they look cool? I thought the school was going to send out Dementors... Oh, I was too excited for nothing. I want to raise one." Ian stood and looked at the Dementors in the corridor on the eighth floor. The dazed Dementor also felt the gaze.

Their eyes met.

The other person was floating in the air wearing a hood.

"what!"

Ian was affected by the Dementors, and he...just thought the Dementors were more handsome. There was no such coldness as falling into an icy cave, only a mind full of cool wonder.

perhaps.

Dementors are actually just as good a choice as basilisks as they are as pets!

"The Ministry of Magic is using Dementors in the wrong place." Ian was quite critical of the Ministry of Magic. Such a stupid but cool creature, why did those people use it as a guard instead of a pet?

What a waste of natural resources!

"??????"

The third-year student looked at Ian with a longing look on his face.

The whole person was stunned.

She originally wanted to invite the good-looking junior to have lunch together, and then naturally establish a friendship, and lay the groundwork for the friendship to deteriorate over time.

however.

"Oops, I forgot my wand in the classroom, oops."

The senior student who was chatted up by Ian felt that she had discovered something strange about her junior. She quickly used exaggerated acting skills and looked back in doubt to leave the stairs.

She felt that she had to let the little sisters who had been discussing this handsome junior since the start-of-term dinner know that some things might not be possible while they were alive.

"So handsome!"

Ian didn't know what his senior was thinking. He sighed again, waved at the stunned Dementor, and climbed up the stairs to the lounge on the eighth floor.

"I heard someone was caught while swimming at night last night."

"Yes, the young Gryffindor couple, their clothes were stolen when they were caught!"

"Oh my God! They are so miserable! I bet it must be the caretaker Filch who did it. It is said that he would steal the clothes of the little wizards and take them back in an attempt to taint himself with magic!"

……

There was always endless gossip in the common room of Hogwarts, and the same was true in the common room of Ravenclaw, but Ian was not very interested in this kind of gossip that he could not see in person.

A group of young wizards surrounded him and wanted to tell him gossip, but he was eager to continue learning alchemy and quickly answered them perfunctorily. Before the young wizards finished their gossip, he disappeared.

Looking at Ian's figure disappearing in the dormitory corridor, several little wizards looked at each other, their expressions became a little lonely. They gathered together to discuss why Ian's reaction was so perfunctory.

Finally, the few people came to a conclusion that everyone agreed on - they were probably isolated by Ian. So, a discussion on how to win back the friendship of the young professor naturally began.

“Begin to be self-disciplined!”

Ian didn't know that he had caused misunderstanding to the young wizards. After returning to the dormitory, he began to study eagerly and had almost finished several books on alchemy.

to be frank.

The wizarding world and the Muggle world have been isolated for too long, and perhaps only the subject of alchemy records that the science of Muggles once had a mutually beneficial relationship with magic.

"If the principle of flying brooms can be used to build airplanes and cars, people in environmental protection organizations will probably all be unemployed!" Ian felt that he should refer more to Muggle technology in alchemy.

He may not have any creativity or imagination, but among the largest group of people living on this planet, there is definitely no shortage of geniuses and unparalleled creativity.

Except for Muggle technology for reference.

If Ian could set up a website and use pounds to solicit contributions from ordinary people's imagination, he might have the opportunity to follow the example of others and become a master alchemist in the wizarding world.

Muggles are responsible for thinking.

He is responsible for using magic to make it happen.

How could this not be considered his wisdom as a future alchemist? There were only a few alchemists in the wizarding world, and their imagination and creativity could not be stronger than that of a group.

Look at the development of the wizarding world and then look at the development of the Muggle world. Thanks to the efforts of countless people, Muggles have developed hundreds of ways to kill people.

And what about wizards?

Either cursing or chewing big melons.

The natural advantages that magic brings to wizards in invention and creation were wasted. Ian felt that those who were complacent should be blamed for not inventing the range-cursed cruise missile.

"It's like the Marauder's Map. It's been invented for such a long time, but only Harry Potter can use it next year. This is the backward thinking of liking to hide things!"

Ian made a critical comment.

He opened the drawer of his desk.

He took out a piece of parchment from a pile of parchments and prepared to start his alchemy experiment today. His first experimental idea was to mass-produce a copycat version of the Marauder's Map at a low cost, so that every wizard in Hogwarts could have a Marauder's Map.

Go find the twins?

Eat alone?
nonexistent!

Ian's goal is to expand his own wallet while making affordable maps available to all of his Hogwarts classmates. This may even help advance the night travel skills of the young wizards at Hogwarts!

“That’s how times have evolved!”

Ian began to write furiously, processing the parchment and then outlining the magic circuits connected by the magic runes on it. Although it was his first time practicing, his technique was not unfamiliar.

[Ancient Alchemy (Level 3) 76/400]

After all, this is knowledge that has been completely proven once and for all. The role of the panel is most obvious in this regard, and it can save Ian a lot of possible waste of practice.

of course.

As he practices, a deeper understanding will naturally emerge in his mind, increasing Ian's proficiency in his skills, but the speed is probably slower than studying the famous alchemy books.

[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1]

[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1.5]

[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1]

……

He actually had a proficiency of 0.5, probably because his train of thought was stuck when he was trying to understand it. It also broadened Ian's horizons, and he quickly completed the basic engraving of the first piece of parchment.

"the second one!"

Ian pulled out another piece of parchment.

These are the things that were turned out from the Room of Requirement, including the materials for writing magic runes. You can really find anything in the garbage mountain.

Ian feels that the Room of Requirement is simply another form of Doraemon.

He has seriously considered moving his small classroom into the Room of Requirement at some point in the future when he no longer needs to rely on it. There is no need for the Room of Requirement to be a secret that Ian has kept throughout his seven years of study.

It exists there.

But it's vacant most of the time.

What's the difference between this and the Muggle tycoons who gather all their money in their own hands and leave it there without waiting for it to slowly rust? The elites who can continue to attend Ian's class are qualified to become insiders and users of the Room of Requirement.

of course.

Ian is confident that he can teach even those who are not elites to become elites.

It's just a question of how much to pay.

“Only when everyone makes progress can the times progress. I have been favored by God enough, so why should I be afraid that others can see my back on the road of progress?”

Ian was not stingy with his knowledge when he opened a small classroom.

Of course he also has a selfish side.

For example, regarding the idea of ​​the magic cloak, Ian does not plan to mass-produce it. While others ride on brooms, he wears a flying cloak. This way, he will appear more handsome than others, right?

There can only be one Doctor Strange in Hogwarts!
"The third one!"

"The fourth one!"

……

The initial production of the Marauder's Map was not complicated, at least in Ian's opinion. However, for other Hogwarts students, the production of the Marauder's Map was definitely a huge challenge.

After all, even the father of the savior Harry Potter, the rich second-generation gangster that Ian should call James Evans from the perspective of Snape's blood relative, also got together with several other equally talented people and spent a lot of effort and research to complete the first generation of the Marauder's Map.

It can be said.

Most wizards without a family background would find it difficult to do this on their own. Ian had not seen the twins' map, but he also had his own way of completing the Marauder's Map.

"The most critical part is the real-time display of names and locations. I can only do this at night. There are too many people during the day and it's hard to do it."

Ian only planned to make fifty copies for the first batch, and then make adjustments based on users' reactions. He was not worried that he would not be able to complete the most complex and arduous work of the Marauder's Map.

Not long ago, Ian learned some information in "Hogwarts: A Mystery" that there are two alchemical props in Hogwarts called the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission. All the students of Hogwarts are selected and judged by those two props, and this is his shortcut and idea for making the Marauder's Map!

"I am grateful to my ancestors, the founders, Hogwarts... and I am also grateful to my smart little head."

Ian didn't know how the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Access worked, nor did he know why the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Access were wide enough to cover the whole of the UK.

Most alchemists today have never been able to comprehend its secrets, for its pages have remained untouched by human fingers since the Four placed them there when the castle was completed.

but.

What does it matter?

Ian only knew that based on the fragments in "Hogwarts: A Riddle", he found a way to add map information and logos to the parchment he made.

Not to say it will be completely successful.

It is at least 80% to 90% certain.

"Thanks to Teacher Mara's comprehensive teaching!" Ian found that he had forgotten to thank Teacher Mara, so he made up for it. He fumbled out the fragments of Teacher Mara's dress and began to continue studying it.

The continued production of the Marauder's Map requires a night tour to find the tall building where the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission are placed. There is still a long time before the afternoon class.

William and Michael did not return.

One might be hiding somewhere and working hard, while the other might be looking for sugarcane for his beloved goddess. Ian felt that he had a deep understanding of both roommates.

"brush!"

Just when Ian was studying hard.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Ian.

"The harpy has brought lunch to the learned Mr. Prince!" It was the house-elf harpy that we had met in the kitchen before, holding a plate full of sizzling steaks in its hands.

Unlike the black pepper seasoning commonly seen at dinner parties, this steak now has many more red peppers on it, making it look as fresh as if they had just been picked from the vegetable garden.

"Thank you too, hardworking elves." Ian was startled, but not surprised. He reacted quickly and took the steak from the house-elf Harpy with a smile on his face.

The death of Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, may be a sad thing, but encountering a house-elf at the place where Professor Ronnie Ehrlich turned into pieces is a blessing in disguise.

The misfortune of Professor Ronnie Ehrlich.

Ian's lucky.

He was able to communicate with the two house-elves who were responsible for transporting Professor Ronnie Erich, and through a few words of praise and request, he obtained a small help from them in delivering meals to the house.

No lunch in the auditorium.

It doesn’t mean skipping lunch.

Seeing Ian eating with relish, the house-elf Harpy was very happy.

"Habby is very happy to be able to help the learned Mr. Prince. Regarding the matter that the learned Mr. Prince asked him to do before, Habby's friend Rabbi has gone to find ingredients and seasonings." Not just delivering meals.

Ian apparently had other requests for the house-elves.

"Okay, okay! You guys are awesome! This Christmas I must give you a set of gifts, super versatile kitchen utensils that I made myself!"

Ian still likes the naming method of the word "super".

"Oh! Oh my God! The learned Mr. Prince wants to give the harpy a gift! No, no, no! The harpy can't accept it! Being able to serve you little wizards already makes the harpy very happy!"

The house-elf harpy was very surprised, but still waved his hands in fear to refuse.

"That `s a deal!"

Ian finished the steak on his plate and handed over the empty plate.

"The learned Mr. Prince is simply the best little wizard!" The house-elf harpy was so moved that he burst into tears, with tears pouring out of his big eyes.

This group of people is really easily moved.

"The Harpy and the Rabbi must have prepared a delicious meal for the learned Mr. Prince!"

Done.

As if hearing some noise outside the dormitory, the house-elf Harpy bowed deeply and then disappeared into the dormitory - Ian's two roommates did not come back.

It was just little wizards from other dormitories playing in the corridor.

"Shabu-shabu beef must be better than steak!" Ian asked the house-elves, the harpy and the rabbi, for help, of course, because he hoped to eat some food that was different from the food of the Great Ying Empire.

However, Ian's cooking skills in his previous life were so good that he could make fried rice. It was obvious that he was not good enough to teach the house-elves how to make delicious food.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

They will study on their own.

The little wizard just needs to enjoy it.

“This time I am truly grateful to our ancestors.”

Ian continued to study hard.

Teacher Mara's after-school teaching is the same as always, and can be regarded as a homework. The fragments of the dress contain extremely complex and profound knowledge, which, when put together, point to a work of alchemy.

To this day, Ian still hasn't been able to comprehend most of the alchemical formulas mentioned above, but at least he is much better than when he first started learning alchemy.

This was enough for him to analyze, through some references and his own guesswork, what kind of work he could create if he learned all the knowledge about the dress.

Time turner!
Yes.

The witch's homework is the time management artifact that cannot be made nowadays, and one less time it breaks can be said.

"However, this circuit and structure seem to be different from the analysis of the alchemical structure of the time converter by the alchemy masters in the existing literature."

"More complicated?"

Ian has checked the relevant introductory books.

A little confused.

……

The afternoon class is Herbology.

William and Michael both came back to pick up the book "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" required for this course. The first herbology class for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together will be held in the greenhouse outside the castle.

"Today's class is about biting cabbage." William was still flipping through the book while walking, as if he was trying to cram for the last minute to leave a good impression on the herbal teacher. He probably secretly went to the greenhouse to take a look at it at noon. Ian knew this type of nerd too well.

"Can I eat it? Is it delicious? Can I take it back to the dormitory to eat?"

Michael, the black guy, performed just as well as usual. His three soul-searching questions were difficult for the other two roommates, and perhaps even the professor of herbal medicine, to answer.

Pomona Sprout.

The Herbology teacher at Hogwarts is also the head of Hufflepuff house.

She is a short witch with flowing grey hair.

The thick hat full of patches and the dirt all over her body made her look like a housewife, not a powerful witch who could manage an entire academy.

"Children, welcome to the Herbology class. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time." Pomona Sprout's smile was as amiable as that of a neighbor's aunt.

Ian heard that she was an optimistic and compassionate person, who should have been richer than Snape, but she lived frugally because she helped many Hufflepuffs who had no food to eat.

In addition to the cabbages with fangs, Ian also saw cabbages with thorns all over them in the greenhouse. The planting volume was not large, so it is no wonder that there will not be enough starting next year.

"Help me! Help me! The cabbage bit my butt!"

There are some disobedient little wizards who want to tease those biting cabbages.

He suffered the consequences.

"Hiss! This bite force is too scary! Maybe I can plant a lot of biting cabbages and let them challenge the Hungarian Horntail on my behalf?"

The one who exclaimed was a Hufflepuff girl.

Ian looked over.

She is indeed the cute little witch who speaks shockingly in the Transfiguration class.

"Hurry up and apply some dichlorobenzene to stop the bleeding!"

Professor Pomona Sprout rushed to rescue the students of her own college and issued a warning to all students - which was a somewhat unnecessary operation.

After all, the bitten little wizard was the most typical negative case. Professor Pomona Sprout first sent the little wizard to the infirmary before returning to continue teaching.

"Everyone has just seen how effective Difficile is in stopping bleeding. This is the first lesson we are going to learn..." Professor Pomona Sprout also made full use of the surplus value of the bitten little wizard. Perhaps she chose to apply Difficile to the little wizard right away just for this moment.

"Hey, Professor Sprout is not Snape, I can't assume bad things about her!" Ian followed his classmates and opened the textbooks, and knowledge began to be poured into his mind.

Nothing unexpected happened again in this class.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have always gotten along well. William, who had secretly worked hard on his homework, won a full five points for Ravenclaw as expected.

Hufflepuff also got three points... Just when the get out of class was about to end, Ian saw the cute little witch seemed to have taken away a few seeds the size of bite-sized cabbage beans.

He didn't know whether he should report the other party. If the other party really wanted to grow biting cabbages to fight the dragon in a group, his report might very likely affect the beginning of a legendary story.

“I’m still too kind!”

Ian didn't say anything in the end. After class, he followed his two roommates to the auditorium to eat. His main purpose was to intercept Snape and get his hair back.

however.

Even if you keep thinking about something, you may not get a response. In the banquet hall, not only did Snape not come, but even the headmaster Dumbledore did not show up.

There were several vacant seats on the teacher's table.

"It turns out that they all have their own special meals!"

Ian turned his head and looked at the Slytherin table. Aurora still didn't appear, but he unexpectedly found Daphne Greengrass and Marcus Flint.

“He actually woke up!”

Ian felt a little sorry that he didn't bring his own gift.

They were all friends who had been on the same ship together, and he didn't know why Daphne Greengrass would shrink behind the cover of the other little wizards when she met his gaze.

Even when eating, he only dared to reach out from behind others to take food.

In comparison, Marcus Flint was much bolder. Even when he was stuffing food into his mouth at the dinner table, he kept staring at Ian at the Ravenclaw table.

That look.

Ian was really confused.

It was clearly this guy who had gone crazy and framed me, but he actually looked at me as if he wanted to eat me alive. Are all the people from pure-blood families so unreasonable?

Just when Ian was feeling very angry, accompanied by a commotion, a group of owls flew into the auditorium, bringing letters from afar to their owners.

“My mom sent me candy!”

Michael also received greetings from his family, and William received a big package, but he did not open it. Instead, he ran out with the package in his arms with a nervous look on his face.

It was a while before he came back empty-handed.

"What have you been doing?"

Michael is sharing candy with Ian.

"I went back to the dormitory to put my things away." William continued to eat his dessert, as if he wanted to make up for the time he had just taken up. After all, it was almost time to clear the table.

"Why don't you take them back together later."

Michael's doubts were not answered, and Ian was not very interested. He stared at the feathers on his plate with a thoughtful expression. If we feed these owls some quick-drying medicine on Halloween, will everyone be able to feel their Halloween blessings?

Dinner is over.

Ian did not receive a reply from the orphanage.

"Stop!"

After finishing his meal, Ian and his roommates planned to return to the dormitory. However, he was stopped by Marcus Flint and his men in the corridor leading to the dormitory.

There were many Slytherin students of different grades around him.

Daphne Greengrass was also among them, but she didn't want to stay with the others. She pulled her little sisters and wanted to leave the place quickly.

Ian looked over.

Daphne Greengrass immediately shrank her neck and admitted defeat. She seemed to be begging her little sister who didn't want to leave, but the little sister held her back as if she wanted her to watch the show together.

“It has nothing to do with me!”

Daphne Greengrass suddenly shouted at Ian, her voice full of panic. Perhaps she missed the flying class in the morning because she heard that she would have to take classes with Ravenclaw.

"How is it not related? Isn't it because of him that you have been lying in the infirmary for so long? Don't be afraid, Greengrass, there has never been a coward in your family!"

"Little Grindelwald is gone. It's just Snape. My family has connections in the Ministry of Magic, and they can settle old scores with him at any time. We all know that our headmaster's background is not clean enough."

Marcus Flint turned back and snapped at Daphne Greengrass.

"It's my own poor health... Damn it! Flint! You're crazy! If you want to die, don't take me with you!" Daphne Greengrass broke free from the little sisters' hands.

"Let her watch here!" Marcus Flint gave the order, and then the third-year wizards of Slytherin blocked Daphne Greengrass.

"What do you want to do?"

William saw that the visitor had ill intentions and looked very nervous.

"I'm telling you, this is a school, don't mess around!" Michael took out his wand decisively, but the wand of a first-grade wizard obviously had no deterrent power.

"It has nothing to do with you, get out of the way." Marcus Flint took out his wand and wanted to cast a spell on William and Michael, but he heard Ian suddenly speak.

"What? A senior student wants to challenge a junior wizard to a duel?" Ian looked a little annoyed. He felt that Marcus Flint was simply incomprehensible.

"Tsk tsk, are you worthy?"

Marcus Flint sneered disdainfully, holding his wand, looked at Ian with resentful eyes, lowered his voice and questioned him harshly.

"If you don't want to suffer, then tell me what your uncle, yes, Severus Snape, our good headmaster of Slytherin, did to me!"

Marcus Flint's expression was full of resentment, and his emotions fluctuated so violently that Ian realized that he was not as aggressive as he appeared to be.

Fear? Anxiety? Shame?

"Why did I lose my memory for several days? Then everyone in Gryffindor said that I was taken away because I killed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

Marcus Flint didn't realize that his thoughts were being read by Ian.

He almost roared.

But it made Ian feel that the voice was harsh but weak.

"Is there a possibility that I don't know more than you? I remember that I was the victim framed by you." Ian curled his lips.

"What a joke! How could I kill the professor! It must be you! It's your uncle! He's a Death Eater! He wants to frame his crime on me!"

I finally understood why Marcus Flint was so hysterical, and why he seemed to have no respect for the Head of Slytherin.

"I definitely witnessed Snape's crime, so he used the Imperius Curse on me. He staged another show the next day, took me away and immediately cleared my remaining memories!" Marcus Flint roared incoherently. He was probably scared by his own imagination.

Actually it is not surprising.

If he was successfully "framed", his family's connections in the Ministry of Magic would obviously be of no use to the Saints, and it was even possible that the entire family would be implicated.

If he is not anxious, who is?
"Why don't you ask the professors? If someone really framed you for killing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, how could you be allowed to continue your classes?"

Ian didn't understand Marcus Flint's train of thought.

"Of course I asked several professors, but they were obviously not good people and didn't tell me anything. I think they wanted to protect Snape!"

"You are all trying to paralyze me now! Ha! Do you think I can't see it? I am the scapegoat for driving away little Grindelwald!" Marcus Flint seemed to be very confident in his own ideas.

Inbreeding.

His intelligence is indeed outstanding.

"The professors at Hogwarts will not protect Snape just because of their friendship... You may not be thinking straight. I suggest you go to the school infirmary for a checkup."

After Ian finished speaking, he wanted to take his two pale and frightened roommates away. But he never expected that Marcus Flint would raise his hand and cast a spell on him.

"Stand stiff and stop dead!"

It's not an Unforgivable Curse.

Marcus Flint's level was obviously not as good as the previous senior student who was already everywhere, or perhaps it was because there were too many people here and it was inconvenient to cast vicious spells.

"Armor protection."

Ian had been on guard.

The Shield Charm was cast immediately, but it bounced to the side. Perhaps, probably, it was a coincidence that a Slytherin wizard who was cheering for Marcus Flint was unfortunately hit.

only.

Compared to the terrified look of the cursed person with his feet stuck together, Daphne Greengrass's face was paler among the group of pure-blood Slytherin students.

"It's over! It's over!"

Daphne Greengrass regretted that she woke up too early. She thought Marcus Flint was really crazy. Didn't this guy know anything about the relationship between little Grindelwald and the boy?
"you……"

Ian turned around with a cold expression.

"Is this the etiquette of you pure-blood nobles? A sneak attack at the slightest disagreement?" He held his wand and looked calmly at Marcus Flint, who had a look of disbelief in front of him.

"I need you to prove my innocence. It was your evil Death Eater uncle who killed him!" Marcus Flint raised his hand and was about to chant a spell.

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat."

Ian cast the spell before him.

The spell hits.

Marcus Flint's tongue was fixed on his upper palate, and he couldn't speak at all, let alone chant a spell. He roared angrily from his throat.

Start looking for help with your eyes.

Some of his close students took out their wands, and William and Michael rushed over. After all, they had not learned any spells to cast.

"call!"

suddenly.

A raging fire rose up from the ground in the corridor, and the flames shot up into the sky, raging like an angry beast. The orange-red flames directly surrounded a group of Slytherin students.

Flames rolled and heat surged, distorting the air. The senior students wanted to take out their wands, but found that Ian turned around and looked at them coldly.

The flames were just a few feet away from these people, as if they would pounce on them at any time - the wise people chose to put down their wands, as Slytherin students knew how to save time and situation better than anyone else.

"How can it be!"

"Arson Curse? No! How can the Arson Curse be so terrible!"

"He's going to kill us all!"

Everyone just felt a chill down their spine, and the heat wave was blowing in their faces, threatening to burn them at any time. These people simply could not imagine how a little wizard could kill all of them instantly.

"I knew it!"

Among the terrified crowd, only Daphne Greengrass looked unsurprised. She didn't even move to take out her wand. When her eyes met Ian's cold gaze, she immediately raised her hands to show her surrender. Then, as if she felt it was inappropriate, she squatted on the ground and hugged her head.

"Ian Bull Beep!"

William's eyes were full of fanaticism.

Michael, standing next to him, was also dumbfounded.

They stood outside the circle of fire, forming a sharp contrast with Marcus Flint, whose mouth was sealed. Marcus Flint's eyes were filled with horror.

He held his wand.

But because I can't chant the spell.

No matter how hard I try, I just can't come up with a magic trick.

"I have tolerated you for a long time. You are under the Imperius Curse, which is understandable... but what does it have to do with me? I don't expect you to respect me, but you should at least respect your professor!" Ian raised his hand and pressed down the wand.

immediately.

Marcus Flint, who was still trying to cast a spell silently, suddenly became hunched over. He felt as if he had a mountain on his back and could hardly straighten himself up no matter what he did.

"Before a duel, you have to bow, Mr. Flint. You are such a prominent person, but you still need me to teach you this etiquette. Didn't your family teach you what is called grace?"

Ian spoke in a gentle voice as he leaned forward.

"See, that's it."

He gave a demonstration.

When you lift your body.

Marcus Flint felt the mountain on his back disappear, and the tongue stuck to his upper palate returned to normal. He subconsciously chanted a curse loudly with resentment.

"Except your weapons!"

Perhaps he had never learned any powerful magic, Marcus Flint's Disarming Spell was easily blocked by Ian with the Armor Spell towards the gray wall.

"You didn't even count down to three. Tsk tsk, it seems I can't be polite to you either."

Ian raised his hand.

The wand glowed green.

"Avada Kedavra!"

His voice not only frightened Marcus Flint to death, causing his wand to tremble and fall to the ground, but also terrified the people and his two roommates who were caught in the fire.

Green light.

It lit up the entire corridor.

It hit Marcus Flint in the chest.

"Unforgivable Curse!!!" Marcus Flint, who was already terrified to the extreme, turned pale, and fell to his knees on the ground with weak legs, trembling all over, as if he had lost half his soul.

A good while.

He then realized that he was not scared to death, and hot water was still coming out of his crotch.

"How boring! You can't even tell the difference between the illumination spells, and yet you dare to fight me?" Ian raised his wand, and the wand that Marcus Flint dropped to the ground flew back into Marcus Flint's hand.

"Go on, believe me, I won't let you down again with the next spell." Ian's soft voice made Marcus Flint completely lose the courage to hold the wand.

Snapped.

The wand rolled to the ground.

Marcus Flint lost his wizarding courage.

He understood Daphne Greengrass and chose to join Daphne Greengrass. His eyes rolled back and he immediately fainted.

"Take your leader away." Ian extinguished the raging fire on the ground and calmly looked at a group of wizards whose eyes were filled with fear and whose faces were as pale as paper and who dared not look him in the eye.

"I don't think any seniors will go to the professor to complain, right?" Ian's gentle words did not make people relax. Instead, the group of young wizards who had escaped from the trap became even more nervous.

just.

Ian soon discovered.

It seemed that these people's eyes were not on him, but were looking in the direction behind him. Even William's voices of flattery and praise disappeared without a trace.

perhaps.

Marcus Flint's fainting also has some tactical significance.

because.

"Mr. Prince, I don't think I need to notify them. After all, I have been watching here for a long time." It was the voice from Albus Dumbledore.

Close at hand.

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