Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 89 88: Legilimency! Amazing Choice!

Night has not yet arrived.

Ian still has a lot to do.

He didn't know that the naturally cunning Dumbledore was actually killing two birds with one stone. Seeing that the library was about to close, he ran towards the library at such a speed that his legs were smoking.

"Is anyone chasing him?"

"I don't know... He looks like he needs to poop and can't find a toilet."

"Oh, I see. I've encountered this situation before. Trust me, don't gamble. It's bullshit. Ah, don't leave. Didn't you say you wouldn't go back to the dormitory tonight?"

……

A pair of seventh grade lovers who were in love lost their mood because of Ian's passing. Ian may not have gained +1 merit, but he definitely stopped an event that could increase the earth's population by +1.

There weren't many people coming to the library during the day, let alone after school and near evening. Even though Ian ran as hard as he could, he still couldn't catch up with the closing time of the library.

Ian didn't even catch the scene where Madam Pince turned off the lights. All he saw was a tightly closed door and a brand new door lock that seemed to have been recently replaced.

"Ms. Pince is definitely leaving get off work early!"

Ian looked at the time indignantly. It was only closing time now. At most, he had walked for an extra minute.

really.

Positions without competition are always so lazy!
"Oh, I feel bad. I want to cry."

Ian didn't have the chance to use his bribery skills to get Madam Pince to stay a little longer, because he didn't even see anyone. He could only look around and take out his wand.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

Ian just wanted to experience the tradition of Hogwarts, however, he found that although he had reached the level 2 unlocking spell, he was unable to open the door of the library.

The peculiarly shaped door lock just shook twice, as if some force had offset Ian's unlocking spell. It was obviously a highly anti-theft door lock with special magic.

"That's not magic at all!"

Ian was stunned.

Doesn't it say that the unlocking spell can open any lock? !

In the original book, there was even a three-headed vicious dog placed in Hogwarts, and the underground entrance to the Philosopher's Stone could be opened directly by first-year student Hermione Granger using the Unlocking Charm!

"My unlocking spell is worse than Hermione's?"

Ian tried several more times without giving up, but the lock of the library door was still as solid as a rock. Later on, the lock even stopped shaking.

Ian inexplicably felt humiliated that the door lock was unwilling to even give him a perfunctory response.

"Wait until I awaken my extraordinary characteristics!"

He poked the library door lock fiercely with a spell, turned around and left unwillingly. The corridor was empty, and there was a short ghost hiding in the corner.

It peeks in.

When it saw that the person appearing in the corridor was Ian, it immediately tried to drill into the wall in fear, but Ian grabbed its two short legs and pulled it out.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Peeves screamed.

"I saw it, you wanted to hide here to scare me!" Ian was already feeling a little uncomfortable, and he didn't expect to run into Peeves. This guy actually dared to appear in front of him.

"I didn't know it was you, little devil! I thought it was those nerdy Ravenclaw bastards!" Peeves wanted to bite Ian's hands that were holding his legs but was afraid to do so.

"Okay! You dare to call me a little devil! Do you know that Dumbledore is my good brother! Damn it, you not only scolded me, but also called our simple and kind little wizard of Ravenclaw a fool!" Ian started beating him without saying a word, and his previous depressed mood was immediately effectively relieved.

He was about to leave with a relaxed look on his face.

"I'm going to Dumbledore to report you! How dare you offend your headmaster by saying he is your brother!" Peeves, who was released, flew away while looking back and shouting.

"Fear is coming!"

Ian took out his wand, and a slightly grayish-white light shot out, hitting the cursing Peeves's butt, which was completely inelastic when beaten.

"No! Don't burn me with Fiendfyre! Nick! Nick! Take your axe away from my neck! Woohoo! Why are you all helping that little devil to bully me!"

Peeves fell to the ground and rolled around wildly, crying and screaming.

"I don't want to leave Hogwarts! You can't chase me away! This is my home!" Who said that poltergeists have no fear? Now Peeves seems to react more than anyone else.

When the magic effect ends.

"Next time you try to hide somewhere and scare me, I will put you in a bottle and throw you into the Black Lake. Those giant squids will love playing games with you!"

Ian warned Peeves again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Peeves no longer dared to talk big. He cried and hid in the wall next to him, trembling in fear and helplessness, just like those students who had been scared to tears by him before.

Finding that he couldn't get Peeves out no matter how hard he tried, Ian had to leave with regret. He first went back to the Ravenclaw common room and put all the parchments on his body.

Then he began to wander around the castle like a street urchin.

no way.

After all, Ian only knew that the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission were on the top floor of a tower, so he had to familiarize himself with the terrain so that he could check them smoothly one by one at night.

"But please don't let there be a lock that can't be opened." Ian also went to the Hogwarts kitchen for a midnight snack, and got to eat real honey steak from the house-elves as he wished.

The taste is actually pretty good.

When he left the kitchen, he took away two sour lemons. He had evolved from drinking lemon juice to eating lemons as if they were apples. The sour taste was a special feeling that made him feel refreshed.

“I’m high!”

The night was gradually getting darker and quieter.

Dodging the magic paintings that served as eyeliners and the knight armor that might have hidden some "surveillance" functions, Ian borrowed a broom from the warehouse where the flying brooms were stored.

"I am grateful to Madam Hooch for teaching me how to fly. She only said that we were not allowed to take off without permission during her class, which obviously meant that we could fly however we wanted after class."

Fortunately, not all door locks have special anti-theft magic. At least the door locks of the warehouse where the flying brooms are stored were easily defeated by Ian's unlocking spell.

Perhaps the old flying broom was not as valuable as the books? Ian was not quite sure why. He waited until the light in Snape's room went out before he flew into the sky.

Ian finally got the chance to put his earlier flying lessons into practice, and he discovered that he really knew how to fly, and he could also keenly sense where he could be easily discovered by the people in the castle.

It's winding and twisting.

Fly and stop.

Although the Hogwarts castle was indeed spacious enough, there were only a few rooftops with tall towers, and Ian had not even searched all the tower tops of Hogwarts.

"right here!"

Through the dusty window.

Ian saw what he was looking for in the inconspicuous room. There was a desk in the empty room, and on the desk was an ancient book with a black dragon leather cover.

He lay quietly on the desk, not stained by any dust. Next to the book was a bottle of silver ink with a feather pen that looked faded.

Book of admission.

The pen of acceptance.

This is the unmanned admissions office where Hogwarts selects students. No students have visited for many years, and there is no need for anyone to interfere with its operations.

"Such profound alchemical creations, I will have to study them clearly sooner or later." Ian climbed into the window with the help of the unlocking spell. He first put the broom aside, and then used magic to clean the dust in the room. After the whole room was spotless, he approached the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission.

After all, he might come to this room often in the future, and he can't always keep himself in an unclean environment. Many people who come from orphanages actually have similar clean habits.

Some groups cannot afford to get sick.

"Looking at this, no one has been here for decades. Obviously, magic can complete the cleaning work." Ian couldn't wait to begin studying the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission.

Not surprisingly.

The magic circuits and inscriptions above were extremely complex, as if they were linked to some kind of power in the entire Hogwarts. With Ian's current alchemy attainments, he could only read so much information.

"This doesn't affect my thinking!" Ian made his dozens of parchments obtain the desired effects from the Book of Admission more easily than expected.

After the link was established, the originally blank parchment began to slowly reveal a floor plan of the entire Hogwarts, even including various hidden passages and the Room of Requirement.

This is probably related to the deep connection between the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission and Hogwarts.

"Although I want to take classes in the Room of Requirement, obviously not now." Ian thought for a moment and hidden the Room of Requirement, which might still be useful to him for the time being.

And a secret passage leading outside the school.

“After all, I don’t want my classmates to die tragically in the Forbidden Forest or other places in the middle of the night because of the maps I made.” As the creator of alchemical creations, Ian can certainly decide what to display or not display on these maps. In fact, all maps can be remotely debugged or modified by him.

Ian certainly wouldn't do anything stupid that would let others know his whereabouts. In fact, in his opinion, the Marauder's Map he created was definitely a version to fill in the gaps.

In addition to being able to set the most basic "power-on password".

The purchaser of the map can also give himself a name that no one knows, replacing his own name, and only tell this name to his night travel friends and familiar people.

Simultaneously.

These maps can even set special marking colors for friends and lovers. If Ian had not hated Tencent in his previous life, he would have even wanted to open a paid monthly subscription service to change avatars and provide borders. Of course, the reason for not doing so may also be related to Ian's current alchemy skills are not advanced enough.

Who knows.

“The names of characters require the influence of the pen of acceptance.”

Ian looked at the dots of people that appeared on the map, and once again moved closer to the ink and feather pen, carefully establishing a link between the map and the Pen of Acceptance.

then.

People's names appeared on the small dots on the map, and even a group of Hogwarts ghosts were shown. Ian looked at Ian Prince who was staying in the Ravenclaw common room on the map and smiled happily.

"When I grow up and write my autobiography, everyone who has bought maps from me can serve as my witness. When I was in school, I was just a really good student who only liked to go to the three places of eating, sleeping and attending classes!" For some things, Ian had already made sufficient preparations when he first started making maps.

This is probably similar to the technological products produced by technology companies. Ian is the one with the highest authority, and it is very easy for him to modify his whereabouts on the map.

He can even use the main map in his hand to modify the location and identification of other people on the map. This is the greatest advantage and hegemony of being in control of technical power and the "server".

"I'm not the kind of person who would frame a classmate if I did something bad. Just because I don't need to use this function doesn't mean I can live without it."

Ian carefully put all the maps into his robe. These maps would only work within the scope of Hogwarts. Once you leave Hogwarts, they would become a map that shows nothing. This was also the case even in Hogsmeade. There was no other way. After all, Ian made the map by taking shortcuts.

Although the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission can cover the whole of Britain, Ian is ultimately an alchemist with limited abilities. He has done his best to achieve what he has achieved now.

"withdraw!"

Ian grabbed the broom and flew out of the window. He did not forget to seal the window again, then dived straight down under the moonlight and quickly approached the warehouse where the brooms were stored.

About a few minutes after Ian left.

Professor McGonagall hurried to the door outside the attic. She saw Albus Dumbledore, who was wearing pajamas and yawning, also late.

Not long after, Snape also appeared here with an unhappy expression, as if his sweet dream was disturbed.

"Albus, someone has been in this room."

Professor McGonagall looked serious.

"That's unlikely, Minerva. We all know the conditions for entering this room. Even if that person returns, there is no way he can break this magic."

Snape frowned.

"The alarm is going off! Severus!"

Professor McGonagall's voice became a little sharper, and she signaled Dumbledore with her eyes to open the door.

"Severus is right that the founder's magic is difficult to break." Dumbledore rubbed his slightly sleepy eyes. The nightcap on his head looked very funny.

He finally walked towards the front door. The door seemed to sense his arrival and opened, revealing the spotlessly cleaned room to everyone.

clean!

It's clean and nothing but clean!

This impossible scene made all three faces look confused!
“There really is an intruder!”

Snape looked horrified.

"It seems that the founder's magic is not as unbreakable as you two imagined. Damn, maybe it's the person who used the Imperius Curse who we have never been able to find out!" Professor McGonagall's expression immediately became serious after she came to her senses, and her eyes were full of worry about the safety of the school and students.

"Notify those people staying overnight at the Ministry of Magic. They are much more professional than us in this regard." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and suggested to Dumbledore.

however.

Albus Dumbledore just frowned and stepped into the room. He checked the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission, then squatted on the ground and by the wall and observed for a long time.

"Albus?"

Professor McGonagall and Snape could only stand outside the door. She and Snape looked at each other, both feeling a little confused about Albus Dumbledore's behavior.

"The magic here has not been disturbed, and the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance have not been destroyed. It seems that someone came here and took a look around out of curiosity."

"Well, by the way, you helped us clean up..." Dumbledore stood up and walked to the window. His expression and tone obviously became much more relaxed.

"Never been destroyed? How is that possible! Except for you and those you allow, who else can pass the test of magic?" Professor McGonagall stood outside the door with a confused look on her face.

"Albus, you didn't sleepwalk here to clean the place, did you?" Snape's eyes were a little suspicious. After all, he had been quite suspicious of Dumbledore's mental state recently.

"Maybe. After all, I haven't been sleeping well recently." Dumbledore smiled teasingly, his eyes fixed out the window without looking back.

"Of course, even if you bypass my approval, it is not impossible to pass the inspection of the room." Dumbledore watched the figure sneaking back to the castle from a warehouse.

"This probably only requires Hogwarts to reserve a certain option." His voice seemed a little ethereal and the two professors standing outside the door looked at each other.

……

As if nothing had happened.

Ian returned to the Ravenclaw common room. The young wizards were still waiting for his class tonight, and Ian wrapped himself tightly in his robe containing the new era Marauder's Map and readily agreed.

It is still an environment where charging starts.

One silver Sickle, two silver Sickles, three silver Sickles... and a box of chocolate frogs. Ian took a deep look at his classmate who was suspected to be working in the chocolate frog factory.

“Are there no other flavors?”

Ian still prefers sweet and sour snacks.

"I'll ask my mom tomorrow." The young wizard looked a little nervous. Perhaps because the news of this afternoon's incident had spread like wildfire, Ian discovered that a second-year senior also wanted to join in.

Faced with eyes thirsty for knowledge and the shining silver Sickle, Ian certainly had no reason to refuse.

"You heard it this afternoon, it was amazing!"

"Oh my god! What on earth did I miss? I wasn't there. William told us that Marcus Flint's urine volume is even greater than that of the Welsh Green Dragon!"

"I want to learn the magic you used to defeat Marcus Flint at the end!"

……

Facing the enthusiastic little wizards.

Ian counted his wages and began teaching.

There was even a little wizard who chose to leave last night because it was not a Potions class and came back. Ian still treated him with the same enthusiasm as always as if nothing had happened.

Time always flies quickly in the process of learning.

soon.

Ian, who taught everyone practical skills of the Illumination Spell, returned to the dormitory with a box of chocolate frogs and a bulging wallet, feeling extremely grateful for what he had learned.

If the Marauder's Map didn't still have some processes to complete, he would definitely start selling it on the spot tonight and tell everyone that he opened it from a blind box left by James Potter.

After all, it is contraband on campus.

Risks that should be avoided should be avoided. As Michael snored, Ian lost to William as expected, and the title of the late-night study champion was once again given to William.

When you wake up the next day.

William was still sitting in front of the desk. It was unknown whether he had gotten up early or had not slept at all. Anyway, there were no dark circles under the eyes of this roommate.

"What are you tinkering with?"

Ian discovered that William seemed to be sending "telegrams" again. This guy no longer hid in his bed, but was playing with that special medicine box in the dormitory.

"I will report on my life as a reserve saint and receive guidance from my family."

really.

loyalty.

Needless to say.

The morning classes were the most boring, but they were the History of Magic classes that first-year students learned the most. Ian, his roommates, and most of his classmates slept soundly.

Wake up from sleep.

Ian finally understood how reasonable William's time management skills were. They stayed up late last night and even studied all night, relying on the deep cultivation of hypnosis that Professor Spence would provide them with today.

"You are still awesome!"

After waking up.

Ian gave a thumbs up to the energetic William, said goodbye to his two roommates as expected, and trotted to the library that he had not been able to enter yesterday.

Even Ravenclaw wizards rarely come to the library at mealtime. In the deserted huge place, the administrator Madam Pince is cleaning the library.

She always cleans the library before it opens every day, and cleans it again when it's almost closing time the next day. Occasionally, if she feels like it, she'll clean it at noon.

Even though many areas have never been touched by little wizards, it does not affect the enthusiasm of the administrator, Mrs. Pince, to clean. This may be a very special personal hobby.

The promise is that I love books from the bottom of my heart and don't want them to be stained with a trace of dust. Of course, it is also possible that life at home is more boring than cleaning.

"No entry allowed over there!"

When Madam Pince saw Ian come in and run straight to the restricted area, she immediately rushed over with a feather duster.

"I always thought you were an obedient little wizard!" Madam Pince stopped Ian on his way to the restricted area, her face full of displeasure.

"Ms. Pince, I am a young wizard with permission to enter the area, not one of those sneaky guys." Ian had not taken out the approval slip from Dumbledore that Snape had given him because he was waiting for this moment.

"Look."

Ian took Dumbledore's approval slip out of his trouser pocket, waved it in front of Madam Pince, and then tried to put it back into his own pocket.

"Let me see clearly. Don't try to fool me. Although I like your candy very much, I will definitely not show leniency to anyone who attempts to violate school rules."

Madam Pince didn't believe the signature she saw. She had been a librarian for many years and had never seen a young wizard get Dumbledore's approval. In the whole Hogwarts, from professors to some handymen, everyone knew that Dumbledore was very averse to young wizards learning the contents of those banned books.

"Here~"

Ian quickly took out Dumbledore's approval slip and wanted to wave it in front of Madam Pince before putting it back, but Madam Pince grabbed his hand holding the approval slip.

"It's actually Dumbledore's permission!" Madam Pince could tell whether the approval slip was forged, which was why she exclaimed in disbelief. "Headmaster Dumbledore actually allowed a first-year kid to go to the restricted area. This is not something a cautious professor like him would do."

As she spoke, Madam Pince let go of Ian's hand and allowed Ian to put the approval slip back into his trouser pocket.

"Ma'am, Dumbledore is a wise headmaster. He simply identifies who is kind, just, brave... the little wizard who will never be bewitched by the dark and evil forces."

Ian placed a series of praises on his head.

He even raised his two tender little palms and placed them in front of Madam Pince, "If you don't believe me, just smell it. Even the Sorting Hat recognizes that I have the excellent qualities of Gryffindor."

Madam Pince certainly wouldn't actually smell Ian's hand. She just looked at Ian with a puzzled look, and thoughtfully made way for Ian to the restricted area.

Although Madam Pince still felt that it was inappropriate to let first-year wizards have access to banned books, she was only a librarian and could not participate in the formulation of school rules.

"Don't get involved in the evil black magic. I'll assume that Dumbledore thinks you are good enough and can be exposed to some knowledge that you shouldn't be exposed to at your age." Madam Pince had a good impression of Ian, so she seriously reminded the little wizard in front of her.

"Don't worry, I don't like learning black magic." Ian prefers to challenge things that are more difficult to learn. Black magic that can be learned easily is simply not challenging at all.

"That would be great if that's the case." Madam Pince nodded and her eyes softened a little. It seemed that she definitely didn't understand the real meaning of Ian's words.

She just felt Ian's sincerity, which was probably the benefit of telling the truth. Seeing Ian rushing into the restricted book area, Madam Pince continued to clean the library's bookshelves.

"Oh, I have to speed up the cleaning. I just received the new book by Gilderoy Lockhart and haven't opened it yet." Madam Pince's tasks today are much busier than usual.

Because earlier, Dumbledore had asked her to move a lot of books in from other places, and a considerable number of these books would need new empty spaces in the restricted area.

This is not an easy job.

This is especially true for a witch like Mrs. Pince who doesn't like to use magic. After all, she loves books, and arranging and arranging books is a pleasure for her... Well, that would have been the case if she hadn't received the book "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman" from Filch today.

"There are actually little wizards who can suppress their curiosity about the dark arts!"

While sorting out the shelves in the restricted area, Madam Pince secretly observed Ian and found that he did not even stop in front of the books related to evil magic such as the Tongue-Twisting Curse, the Ear-Flipping Curse, and the Skinning Curse. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued with her work.

"Garbage, garbage, all garbage..." Ian's eyes swept across the books. He could even hear the books whispering seductively to him.

"Learn from me! You will gain unparalleled means! Kill people! Burn corpses! I can bring you power!"

"The secrets of the human body will be revealed to me!"

"Don't you want to make your enemies suffer cruel torture and curses? Choose me! I will show you the magic of curses and bring your enemies the pain of wanting death!"

……

These whispers from books on dark magic had no appeal to Ian at all, and most of the magic in them was not as good as those recorded in "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic".

Yes.

Whether in terms of cruelty or the strength and depth of magic, "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" has such a name, which obviously does not make it comparable to some ordinary black magic books.

They are just more terrifying in appearance. Ian saw a book cover with a bloody and twisted head, the eyes, nose and mouth were dripping with blood, and the nose was turned upside down like a pig's nostril. It was hard to eat midnight snacks.

"Do I still need you to teach me about the human body?" Ian said disdainfully. He possessed the extraordinary characteristic of [Butcher Instinct] and could be said to have learned it by himself without any need for study.

Some books also tried to scare him. Steaming black mist floated out of the books, vaguely forming the face of a crying woman, and the loud screaming made Ian want to fight back.

"It's just books, do you still want to make trouble?" While Madam Pince was moving the books, Ian secretly used his wand to light a fierce fire burning on the tip of the wand.

time.

All the voices of monsters and demons disappeared, and the black mist face that appeared shrank back in fear. Ian got the peace and tranquility he wanted in the restricted books area.

"You bully the weak and fear the strong. Whoever follows your example will become a coward like you." Ian put his wand back with satisfaction and picked out some books related to the soul from the restricted area.

Whether it was because of the miracle of his own ability to step into the misty fantasy world, or considering the main theme of Hogwarts in the last few years, Ian had a strong interest in knowledge about the soul.

Quest for the Dead

The Law of Life and Death

Necronomicon

……

Ian selected three soul-related books in total. To be honest, this kind of books is not a well-collected category even in the Hogwarts library.

After all, it is the most mysterious area of ​​life. Wizards who can conduct some research in this area can only be said to be rare in the entire wizarding world.

Research that can be written into books is even rarer. For this reason, even for a thousand-year-old school like Hogwarts, the number of related books it can include is very limited.

Except for this kind of books.

Ian also saw an ancient book that interested him. The cover was made of a material as hard as stone, with reliefs of many magical animals carved on it.

Its exquisite appearance was the initial factor that attracted Ian, and its title was the reason that made Ian take it off the bookshelf. Its heavy and solid weight even exceeded the sum of the other three books.

Bloodline Origin

Ian flipped through it briefly and found a piece of history recorded on it, which could be traced back to before the Wizarding War. At that time, wizards had not yet become the rulers of the magical world today.

Whether they are magical creatures that are born powerful, or those dwarves, giants, gnomes, and goblins, they are all born with powers that are many times stronger than those of wizards.

Human wizards are just at the bottom of the food chain. It is in such a living environment that a group of researchers who want to make up for this gap have emerged among human wizards.

Some people choose to rely on discovering magic runes, some choose to try to breed offspring with other races to improve their talents, and some choose to use transfiguration to gain the power of magical animals.

No matter what method is used, only a few people will succeed, while most people will fail. In addition, there is a group of more radical wizards who choose to plunder.

Bloodline fusion.

This is the unconventional way that these wizards have found.

It is much wilder than attempting to transform into a magical beast through Transfiguration - most wizards will die from the fusion of blood, and the probability of a tragic death is even higher than the failure of Transfiguration.

however.

Some wizards also achieved success.

This method of seizing the blood power of other races is different from the difficult-to-continue effects produced by magical transformation. It can even be passed on to one's descendants from generation to generation.

Many species that seem very dangerous today are actually products of this period. Unlike failed Transfiguration, the products of blood fusion do not affect sanity and thinking.

For example, the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. In the book "Bloodline Origin", it is clearly mentioned that the centaurs are a product of blood fusion.

There are other human races.

Their appearance was not a complete success, but they undoubtedly gained power that did not belong to human wizards. Of course, the truly successful group of wizards could still rely on human blood.

"For example, the Dumbledore family may be the successful small group." Ian flipped through the book and made guesses. The reason he was interested in this book was because of the mysterious mark on the back of his hand.

Fox's closeness in the office just now caused the mysterious mark on the back of Ian's hand to light up slightly, and only he could see it. This was definitely a very, very interesting thing.

[Whenever a member of the Dumbledore family is in urgent need of help, the Phoenix will come to them...] This is a consensus known to many people in the wizarding world.

Ian felt that the reason behind this consensus might be blood. Many ancient families in the wizarding world had similar situations, such as the Parseltongue inherited by Slytherin.

Voldemort's nostrils became almost as flat as a snake's. This was naturally the effect of the dangerous magical transformation, but no one could tell whether there was also some factor of atavism.

After all, there could not be only one magical shapeshifter who was crazy enough to transform himself, but it happened that Voldemort gained power from magical transformation that other magical shapeshifters could not achieve.

Just saying that Voldemort is gifted?

The reason is indeed a bit too flimsy.

"The origin of the field of magical transformation may also come from the legacy of blood fusion. The disappearance of the golden apple has promoted more people to enter this field and conduct research."

"Compared to the difficulty of blood fusion, the success rate of magic transformation is obviously much higher..."

Ian had no intention of destroying his appearance. He just thought of Ariana's gift. If he could figure out the secret, he might be able to have his own phoenix.

"Borrow this book back too!" Ian had read a lot of knowledge related to blood in "Bloodline Origin", and he really had no resistance to owning a furry phoenix.

Perhaps this is true for most people. After all, even though the Phoenix's combat power may not be outstanding, it is much cooler and more handsome than those creatures that are stronger than it.

Tears that can heal injuries and poisons are also the best nurse aid. What's more, the Phoenix's combat power is not top-notch, but it is already being compared with the most powerful magical animals.

"These few books are enough for me to study for a while..." Ian was about to find Madam Pince to register the books he wanted to borrow, but he saw Madam Pince putting some books on the bookshelf.

When Ian entered the room just now, he saw several large boxes of things. Now these boxes were dragged to the banned book area by Madam Pince. Ian realized that the boxes were filled with banned books.

"Chronicles of the Forbidden Spell: The Forgotten Dark Power"

Time Spiral: A Spell to Go Upstream

The Fountain of Eternal Life

……

None of these books attracted Ian's attention. His eyes fell on a book with a very simple cover, which was not cool or scary at all.

The books are very old.

Even many parts of the pages were worn out, and the author's signature was slightly missing - yes, that's right, it was this tattered-looking banned book that made Ian unable to take his eyes away after reading it, and even his inner emotions fluctuated extremely violently!
"Ms. Pince, I want to borrow this book too!" Ian quickly grabbed the old book from the big box. The cover of the book was reflected in his somewhat astonished eyes.

Mind Control: From Legilimency to Soul Stealing

Under the twisted and dilapidated title.

She has a beautiful witch face.

Her eyes were indifferent and cold, as if they had a kind of dark and deep terrifying insight. Just looking directly at the cover could make people feel as if their souls were being seen through.

So familiar.

Ian's hands were shaking and he was roaring inwardly.

"Teacher Mara! And you said you can't read minds! Damn it!"

　Thanks for the monthly ticket and the reward! I am the first leader of this book and the author! Thank you very much!! I bow to you! Thanks for your support!!!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)