Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 91: Hello, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
in the corridor.

Ian's back looked very embarrassed.

He became the first student to be kicked out of the classroom by Snape since the beginning of the school year. Although Snape did not issue a permanent ban to him, the old bat's roar still echoed throughout most of Hogwarts.

"I asked you to prove that my potion has a soul, not to ask you and Snape to kiss each other in class!" Ian blamed all the blame on the evil Peeves.

"He was the one who came up to me! He kissed me first! He must have done it on purpose!"

Peeves covered his head, which was shattered by the blow, with a look of grievance on his face. He did not dare to refute Ian, after all, the Bloody Baron's terrifying level in his heart had dropped to the second place.

"You just ruined my first place!" Ian kicked Peeves on the butt, and Peeves took advantage of the momentum and rolled more than ten meters away.

"Woo, woo, woo! My first kiss! The damn Potions professor must be responsible for me!" Peeves transformed into a "Cryptonian" and flew towards Snape's office.

Not sure what the guy was trying to do in Snape's office. Ian listened to the guy's mumbling and suspected that there would be an extra head under Snape's quilt when he slept tonight.

"I approve of this marriage."

In the empty corridor.

Ian looked out the window at the Quidditch field with boredom. At this moment, the senior teams were competing against each other, and it seemed that Slytherin was about to beat the shit out of Gryffindor.

Perhaps only Harry Potter can save the Gryffindor team. Before the savior joined the Gryffindor team, the Slytherin team had won the Quidditch Cup for several consecutive years.

Even Marcus, who had wet his pants a few days ago, performed well on the court, and his tough style of play made him an "excellent" seeker. It was no wonder that this guy could gather so many people to surround Ian in the corridor. After all, the identity of a Quidditch player has always been supported by many classmates.

"I haven't even received my compensation yet, and you still have the mind to play basketball outside!" Ian resisted the urge to interfere with the fairness of the game, otherwise he could even make Marcus fall off the broom.

Since Ian has done a lot of research on Legilimency in the past few days, thanks to the books written by his beautiful stepmother, he even has the second-level Legilimency magic ability.

Coupled with his extraordinary trait of [Thought Perception] which often caused him to be mistaken as a natural-born Legilimency, it can be said that he immediately comprehended the first-level ancient black magic [Soul Stealing].

This magic is different from the Imperius Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses, but there are similarities. Ian's Imperius Curse has also reached the level 2 due to his study in the past few days.

Of course, the two spells can only be said to have certain similarities in principle. Compared with the terrible effect of the [Immortal Curse] that directly destroys other people's sanity and thinking, [Soul Imperius] emphasizes more on forcibly invading other people's consciousness and implanting false memories based on [Lecipient].

It can even permanently change other people's cognition, making them regard happy things as sad things for the rest of their lives, and regard things that should be sad as happy things for the rest of their lives.

The effect is very terrifying. Although there is a counter-curse recorded in the book, I'm afraid only Mara... Teacher Morgan knows what the counter-curse is. The beautiful stepmother senior sister is not recorded in the book.

Maybe she hasn't learned it herself?
In short, compared to the magic of [Legendary Mind], [Soul Stealing] is much more powerful, and the effect of Occlumency on this magic will be greatly weakened.

According to the book "Mind Control: From Legilimency to Soul Stealing", [Soul Stealing] is a kind of magic that involves the deep level of the soul.

"Miss Helena!"

Ian was wandering around Hogwarts on his way to the library when he met the ghost he hadn't found for several days. She was floating in front of her mother's portrait, recalling the past with a sad expression.

The founder's daughter is a tall, elegant female ghost. Her good family education makes her give people a gentle and noble feeling even after becoming a ghost.

There was a reason why the Bloody Baron was obsessed with Helena Ravenclaw during his lifetime. The beauty inherited from Rowena Ravenclaw and her slightly weak temperament made it easy for her to become the white moonlight of some people.

"Ian, I saw Peeves going down to the basement."

Helena Ravenclaw did have several interactions with Ian. When he first entered Hogwarts, Ian was worried that Peeves would appear when he was taking a shit.

Fortunately, Lady Helena was willing to let her point out Peeves' location.

This Ravenclaw ghost is very helpful. The reason why her experience does not seem to be that of a smart person is simply because she is an extreme face-obsessed and love-sick person.

of course.

Perhaps this is the reason why Ian was able to get help from Helena Ravenclaw.

Even though the lesson of losing the crown made her lose her former innocence, a young wizard like Ian, who was more handsome than Tom Riddle, was still more likely to win her favor.

"I know. Peeves and I are very familiar with each other now. He told me that he was going to warm Snape's bed." Ian no longer needed to guard against Peeves' possible sneak attacks.

But Helena Ravenclaw, who had been missing for several days, obviously didn't know this.

"You can actually live in peace with Peeves? This is incredible." Helena Ravenclaw was a little surprised and turned her head to look at the little wizard who was very friendly to ghosts.

"Actually, Peeves is not that scary. He just needs someone to talk reason with him." Ian looked at his fist. It was obvious that what he talked to Peeves about was not only reason but also the truth.

"I'm sorry to have you see me like this." Helena Ravenclaw didn't care about Peeves. She turned her back and wiped the tears from her face.

"Are you missing Ms. Ravenclaw? Perhaps you should be braver and move forward. Perhaps she has been waiting for you." Ian could only help Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw through hints. After all, it was impossible for him to tell everyone he met that he could travel back and forth in the misty fantasy world and was a spiritual traveler.

"My mother will never forgive me, and I don't expect her forgiveness... It's all my fault. I just hope she can be well in her next journey."

Helena Ravenclaw couldn't help but burst into tears again.

She was covering her face and sobbing.

Ian also spoke quickly.

"You may have underestimated your mother's feelings for you. How can she enjoy peace if she has been waiting for you? We all know the legends about the dead."

He felt that he should drink some chicken soup, "The world after death is a new journey, like an unknown night road. I believe that no one knows her daughter better than a mother. She will definitely wait for you, then take you on the road, and dispel your timidity, as well as your hesitation and anxiety about the road ahead."

The gentle words made Helena Ravenclaw remove her hand. She lowered her head and looked carefully at the young wizard in front of her with eyes that were the same milky white as her body.

"Not only are you more handsome, but you are also more eloquent than that guy. You will definitely have a brighter future than him. I just hope you don't become a bad guy like him when you grow up."

Helena Ravenclaw was obviously talking about Tom's youth. "Little Ian, I believe you are kind-hearted. It even reduced the fear in my heart. Now I believe that my mother really loves me enough. It's just that you don't understand me. You don't understand how many unforgivable mistakes I have made."

The knot that has lasted for thousands of years obviously cannot be untied in just a few words.

"Ms. Helena, running away won't solve any problems. What child doesn't make mistakes? There is no treasure in this world that is more precious than your own child."

Ian continued speaking softly.

Helena Ravenclaw seemed very surprised. She looked the little wizard in front of her up and down. "It seems like you know a lot about my story?"

Ian nodded noncommittally.

"What a typical little Ravenclaw wizard! Curiosity will always drive you to explore. However, no matter how many books you read, you will never truly understand my mother." Helena Ravenclaw sighed softly, "She was so outstanding, but I tore her pride into pieces."

"Even if she can forgive me, I can't forgive myself." It is obvious that Helena Ravenclaw's heart knot has not been untied by Ian's chicken soup.

"You will meet again eventually, why prolong the time?"

Ian looked at the unmoved ghost and sighed slightly. He thought that maybe he should take some time to learn some oral combat. Why are these ancient witches always like this?

Each one is more introspective than the other, but no one looks forward.

This was the case with the cheap senior sister who wrote books for her teacher, and also with the child of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw in front of her. Judging from the situation in the hazy dreamland, the cheap senior sister had obviously not been taken to Teacher Morgan by any raven from the land of souls. Perhaps the cheap senior sister was also somewhere, a self-trapped ghost like Helena Ravenclaw.

"Little Ian, you are actually quite eloquent, but you obviously haven't learned anything about ghosts. To this day, no ghost has escaped from the mortal world."

"Do you know why?"

"Because becoming a ghost is a one-time choice. Once you become a ghost, your soul can no longer change its state. You will learn about this in the fourth grade."

Helena Ravenclaw touched Ian's head from a distance and floated away. Until her figure completely disappeared, Ian could not figure out how to say such strange and somewhat obscene words as "Come to my dormitory tomorrow night to sleep together" in a way that would not be so easily misunderstood.

"Tell her that there will be a miracle in my bed tomorrow night? Hiss~ This is more disgusting than having a big baby!" Ian scratched his head in distress. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it would easily lead to misunderstanding.

Perhaps the only way to avoid being misunderstood is to take the time to hit Helena Ravenclaw with a club, and then grab her while she is confused and fall asleep in an instant.

The sap is simple.

But it was a little difficult to fall asleep instantly.

Sleeping potion?

Or maybe make yourself faint?

Ian had never tried to see if he could step into that junction in this way at the right time.

"Hey, my dear professor of Transfiguration, I promised you, how can I help your family reunite?" Ian turned his head and looked at the portrait where Helena had stopped before.

In an exquisite picture frame.

The dignified and elegant Rowena Ravenclaw was smiling at him. Shaking his head slightly in annoyance, Ian walked towards the kitchen. He was going to eat something and then go to the library to learn some languages.

The intensity of studying alchemy has been a bit too high these days, and the return gift for Aurora has already taken shape, so I still have to learn something simple to relax my brain.

"Shashasha~"

Ian had just left.

The wind is blowing outside the window.

"As you said, we will meet again... little raven." The portrait that had not spoken for thousands of years suddenly spoke. The voice that transcended time gave a belated response in the quiet corridor.

……

Eat and drink enough.

Ian got the special shabu-shabu hotpot meal as he wished.

He walked towards the library contentedly.

"If you hadn't come into contact with this field, who would have thought that house-elves once had their own language? I'm afraid many house-elves themselves don't know it."

Learning a language is a way for Ian to be lazy and relax.

What knowledge is easier to learn than language? With the extraordinary characteristics of [Language Proficiency], the speed of learning and increasing [Language Proficiency] ability is very fast.

In-depth research on ancient magic runes is actually the most efficient. After all, it can increase the proficiency of two abilities at the same time. However, Ian has fallen in love with learning the languages ​​of other races since the past few days.

Whether it is the language of fairies, giants, or the language of the centaurs, the effect of improving the proficiency of [Language Proficiency] is definitely no less effective than learning ancient magic words.

In fact, Ian has always been very interested in Parseltongue. After all, if he wants to go to the secret room and take away the cute basilisk baby, he must be able to communicate with the basilisk. However, perhaps because the language of Parseltongue is closely related to blood fusion, he has never been able to find relevant learning books in the library.

There is no such book in the ordinary book area, nor in the forbidden book area. Perhaps only after Mr. Savior enters school will Ian be able to learn every syllable from Mr. Savior.

It was really impossible to find relevant learning materials. It was not that Ian did not try hard to look for them. He even found a book called "Dance of the Moon Beasts" written by a senior who was expelled.

The Moon Crazy Beast is a magical animal with smooth skin and a light gray body. It has two round eyes on its head, four thin legs, and four flat big feet. It is not very dangerous and is a very shy animal. It only comes out of its cave on full moon nights.

If its silvery droppings are collected before sunrise and later spread over magical herb beds and flower beds, the plants will grow rapidly and remain extremely strong.

Ian has always felt that moonbeasts are the ultimate answer to fertilizer production. These cute and adorable creatures would perform complex dances on their two hind legs in remote and uninhabited places, bathing in the moonlight.

"Dance of the Moon-Lord" teaches the courtship dance of this creature. It is said that the dance performed by the author of this book can fascinate any Moon-Lord.

"It must be Dumbledore's previous favorite who is bragging, otherwise why would the book be placed in the restricted area!" Ian still wants to find some books about Parseltongue today.

The library is too big.

There are also many books in the banned book area.

Even just looking at the title of each book would take a very long time, not to mention reading and studying every book in the library.

The time to study at Hogwarts is only seven years, which is only 266 weeks excluding holidays. Even if someone like Ian can finish two or even three books a week, 266 weeks is only less than books! The library of Hogwarts contains more than hundreds of thousands of magic books.

Because of this, many people who are eager to learn will eventually want to return to Hogwarts to work. Even for geniuses, the books here are enough for them to learn for a lifetime.

"Oh my god! Madam Pince is absent from work!" Ian pondered all the way to the entrance of the library, but he never expected to be greeted by the cold and locked door again.

It's only noon time!

If you want to leave work early, you can't leave so early, right?
It’s not even the holidays yet!
"Open Aho!" Ian chanted the spell again towards the locked door. This time was different from the past. He had learned from his mistakes and had refined the unlocking spell to the terrifying level 3.

Most graduates are probably only at this level. Ian was full of confidence, but reality slapped him in the face again. The unknown door lock just shook wildly a few times.

The lock core didn't move at all, and there was no sign of it opening.

"Is this still a level four lock? It was agreed that magic has nothing to do with levels but only with magic!" Ian gained a new understanding of the security measures of the Hogwarts Library.

He sat down at the entrance of the library and waited for half an hour, which was enough time to eat a cow, but the library manager, Madam Pings, still showed no intention of coming back.

There were also a few senior students who wanted to come to the library during the trip. Most of them were Ravenclaw students. Of course, there were also one or two fourth and fifth year wizards from Slytherin who loved to study.

It was just compared to the warm greetings from the older Ravenclaw seniors, who walked to the door and tried the unlocking spell like Ian before turning around and leaving with regret.

The Slytherin students were not so studious. When they saw Ian from afar, they turned around and did not dare to take the risk of approaching the little devil of Hogwarts for the sake of studying.

Yes.

Ian already had some "reputation" among the Slytherin students. After all, the story of "Marcus's diaper in the corridor and the witches trapped in the holy fire" was indeed very popular. The story came from the Weasley twin brothers of Gryffindor. As long as they could make Slytherin lose face, the Weasley brothers were willing to flatter anyone.

The artistic processing element is very strong in the film. Ian, who enjoyed listening to the story, only disliked the fact that the two brothers did not pay him any copyright fees for telling the story.

"Damned Madam Pince, she must have gone out for a secret evening romance." Ian waited for a long time but Madam Pince didn't come back, so he stood up and cast a Descaling Charm on his butt.

Just getting ready to leave.

The winner was seeing an acquaintance from the same grade.

It’s Qiu Zhang.

The first pallu developed by Ian.

"My partner, have you sold the map?" Ian greeted enthusiastically. Qiu Zhang shook his head, revealing a slightly helpless expression.

"At least we have to wait until nighttime. I don't want to be caught by the professors and put in detention." She obviously knew that this kind of map was definitely not just for young wizards to prevent them from getting lost during the day.

"Okay, that makes sense."

Ian nodded.

"When I returned to the common room, I heard from the seniors that you had been waiting here for the door to open. Did Madam Pince really take a leave?" Qiu Zhang was also a young Ravenclaw wizard who loved to study.

Because of a characteristic of their academy, they are always worried that others will study secretly behind their backs, so even if they get the news, they will want to verify it personally.

"It's absenteeism!"

Ian was somewhat indignant.

"I heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has found new supplies... no, it's a new professor. Just now, a Gryffindor senior said that Madam Pince and Hagrid went to pick up the professor together." Ian didn't quite believe what the Gryffindors said. Why would the librarian be involved in picking up a professor?

"What a shame! I wanted to borrow a copy of The Standard Book of Spells: Level 2." Learning ahead of time is the norm for Ravenclaws, and Qiu Zhang is one of the best among them.

of course.

Ian felt that it had something to do with Qiu Zhang also attending his own small class.

"I will teach you the contents of the book in a while, just remember to come to class." Ian and Qiu Zhang returned to the common room together. A few little Ravenclaws who didn't believe in evil appeared in the corridor along the way.

"You haven't already learned all the knowledge for seven grades, have you?" Qiu Zhang's eyes were full of admiration for this peer in front of him who was shorter than him and seemed to have just started to grow taller recently.

“How is that possible… Just to collect all the learning content for seven grades together, it would probably take a month or two to read the book.” Ian shook his head and didn’t brag about himself.

"So, I should be able to finish learning in a month or two." He thought his answer was very honest. However, Qiu Zhang's incredible expression was a little exaggerated.

"You are really amazing. Some people say you are even better than Dumbledore when he was a child." Qiu Zhang's voice was full of amazement, and he did not doubt whether Ian was bragging. After all, the profound and simple lessons in the lounge every night have already demonstrated Ian's talent. Most people who have attended Ian's small class will never question Ian's level of learning.

"Who is it? His vision is so sharp! Tell me, I have to praise him." Ian's mood improved again, and the gloom that isolated him outside the library was swept away.

"Many people are saying that." Qiu Zhang thought for a moment and then asked, "Can I ask what you will teach in tonight's class? The map hasn't been sold yet, and I don't have much pocket money, so I want to try to choose some courses that I'm more interested in."

She looked a little embarrassed, the kind of embarrassed that comes from being short of money.

"We are partners. How can I not trust you? Just keep the account and I will deduct it from your share." Ian is not really stingy with his friends. He just thinks that if some rules are broken once, they will happen again. Look at the Muggle world, how many companies have been corrupted since the first customer with connections.

"Thank you, but I'm not weak in every subject." Young wizards always have their own pride. Since Qiu Zhang insisted, Ian certainly would not continue to promote his courses.

He's not a personal trainer at the gym.

"We will have a class on prevention of the dark arts tonight to make up for everyone's shortcomings." Ian was obviously a little too cautious and even changed a word to avoid possible hidden dangers.

"Okay, I haven't taken this course since school started. I will attend the SCP party tonight on time." Qiu Zhang, like many young wizards, is looking forward to the mysterious Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

only.

Her words made Ian stop in his tracks, and he looked at her with wide eyes in confusion.

"What party are you talking about?" Ian's voice was full of weirdness.

"SCP party."

Qiu Zhang tilted his head in confusion.

"Sigh~"

Ian took a deep breath.

"Who came up with this name! What an unlucky name!" He really didn't expect that he was having a party with a group of "C-level wizards". He was very familiar with the name of the SCP Foundation in his previous life.

Compared with the members of the Foundation in that worldview, the speed at which the Defense Against the Dark Arts class consumes the "professor"'s energy can only be considered child's play.

"Secret Circle of Practitioners, is there anything wrong with this name?" Qiu Zhang didn't quite understand Ian's reaction.

Perhaps the thinking of geniuses always makes it impossible for ordinary people like her to keep up?
"Secret Circle of Practitioners..." Ian finally understood why the abbreviation is SCP. He could only admire the person who came up with such a name. He was really a talented person.

"Let's call SCOP and go back to persuade them." Ian has a typical hometown mentality. He doesn't believe in any mysterious meanings, but he also doesn't want to be contaminated by possible bad luck.

The name SCP sounds like everyone is doomed to die.

One dies without making a sound.

"Ah? This is a bit too weird." Qiu Zhang couldn't understand Ian's naming method even more. Could it be that the O in the middle represents Ian who was involved?

Organizer?

Orchestrator?

But this was still too strange. Qiu Zhang felt like her brain was overclocked and was puzzled. She hadn't figured out what the O that Ian added meant.

soon.

The two returned to the Ravenclaw common room.

"You go back first."

Ian stood at the door with no intention of going in.

"Aren't you going back to the common room to rest for a while?" Qiu Zhang asked with a little curiosity, but Ian shook his head and looked at the bronze eagle head on the door of the Ravenclaw common room.

"I want to study the door of our lounge." He certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to tell Qiu Zhang in front of him that he and the Bronze Eagle Head had been having a very pleasant conversation recently.

God knows if Qiu Zhang will go back and tell others that he is also dating Bronze Eagle Head? This classmate who had been on the boat with me has some Gryffindor characteristics. After watching Qiu Zhang enter the gate, the gate closed immediately. Ian sat on the ground again and began to teach and answer questions for today.

But the target is not the little wizard.

It was the bronze eagle head on the door of the Ravenclaw common room.

“Where do we start today?”

Ian felt that he had studied so hard in his previous life, but he traveled through time before he could put what he learned to use. He must at least make use of the remaining energy in this life.

Knowledge needs to be passed on.

Except magic.

Why not number theory, algebraic geometry, partial differential equations? Even if he got tired of discussing this kind of course, he could still talk to the Bronze Eagle Head about other leisure topics.

For example, Socrates, Descartes, Spinoza, Leibniz, Locke, and Marx.

……

Charms class with a Gryffindor was definitely not exciting.

There were no conflicts between the students of the two colleges. With the blessing of the "freshman" buff at the beginning of the school year, the first-year wizards of Gryffindor were not as rebellious as their predecessors.

"Is everyone here? I'm going to start calling the roll." Professor Flitwick had a habit in class, which was to call the roll one by one according to the roll call list.

He would click on the name of every little wizard, and the difficulty of skipping classes was almost increasing in a linear trend, but the first-year little wizards probably had not yet developed this habit.

In the first Charms class a few days ago, Professor Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw, and Professor McGonagall both used their unique skills to arouse everyone's strong interest in Charms class.

Professor Flitwick's scene of "the furniture and books in the whole room dancing together" definitely received much more enthusiastic applause than Professor McGonagall's wonderful leopard transfiguration.

All the students can't wait to start studying Charms class, and the learning effect is maximized, which is in sharp contrast to Snape, the Potions professor who receives 0 applause every year.

Maybe Snape thought his opening remarks were very cool and attractive, but his aura and the tone he used when speaking would only make everyone remember the word "idiot" in his language.

"We have already learned some theories of magic spells in the previous class. I think everyone should have remembered what I told you to do after school, to practice the correct pronunciation."

Compared to professors who taught other courses, Professor Flitwick was too short, so he had to stand on a pile of books to get a table when he gave lectures.

"The Illumination Spell is one of the greatest magics created in the last century. It is simple and practical, and can even play a certain auxiliary role when dealing with some special creatures."

"Lumos!"

Professor Flitwick's voice was shrill, but he was very clear when he recited the spell. After he finished talking about the history of the Illumination Spell, he demonstrated how to use it on the spot.

Every pronunciation is clearly enunciated.

It looked like he was teaching kindergarten students to speak.

"It is very important to remember the way to wave the wand and the correct pronunciation of the spell. When you entered school, I saw some students use very good illumination magic."

While talking.

Professor Flitwick looked at his own academy, his eyes full of rare admiration, "Especially you, Mr. Prince. I was impressed by your illumination spell. Not only did the light of half of the Black Lake that night show the surging magic power, but you also demonstrated extremely advanced application skills in the competition with other academies not long ago."

Although Professor Flitwick seems to be fair and selfless, he is actually a rather protective dean of the college. The word "learn from each other" is simply the epitome of the art of language.

"Thank you for the compliment. Actually, my level is just okay." Ian was embarrassed by Professor Flitwick's language skills. After all, thanks to the Weasley brothers' enthusiastic promotion, all the young wizards present had heard the story of "Marcus suffered diabetes in the corridor and the wizards were trapped in the sacred fire."

“That’s excessive modesty.”

Professor Flitwick was very happy to show the excellence of the young wizards of Ravenclaw to other colleges. "Perhaps you can help me demonstrate the standard application of the Illumination Charm to everyone."

Reasonable request.

Ian smelled a bonus.

"Lumos!"

Ian immediately raised his elderberry wand and lit up the magic he used most frequently in the classroom. The light emitted from the tip of the wand was even brighter than the sunlight outside.

The conspicuous bag style was deliberately done so that everyone felt that they couldn't look directly at Ian, as if Ian's whole body was glowing... Ian even covered himself with some light patterns. Only the little wizards present had never seen Ultraman, otherwise they would definitely say that Ultraman really existed.

"Amazing!"

"Am I blind? I can't see anything!"

A series of exclamations rang out.

Ian extinguished the light on the tip of his wand with satisfaction.

"Wasn't Marcus Flint scared to pee by the green light? It is said that it was you who invented the Diabetes Insipidus Curse. It is said that the sewers of Hogwarts were blocked by Marcus Flint's pee that day." The little wizard who made the voice came from the Gryffindor area. The story about Marcus may have a new version.

"That is still an illumination spell, kid. The technique of confusing the audience is quite useful in a duel, but that is not what we need to learn in this class."

"That requires you to master the advanced technique of silent casting in the future, and at the same time, not let the spells you chant interfere with the magic you want to cast in your heart."

Professor Flitwick told the young wizards in a very tactful way that this was a very difficult task, but he obviously overlooked the fact that the first-year wizards were unlikely to understand all these twists and turns.

"Want to learn!"

"I also have an enemy in Slytherin... I think he would be scared to death by me, too."

"Can't we just take a look?"

……

Faced with the curious and inquiring eyes, Professor Flitwick didn't want to suppress the young wizards' enthusiasm for learning, so he glanced at Ian, a student of his own academy.

Ian is a man with high emotional intelligence and understood it immediately.

Without saying a word, he raised his wand and cast a spell.

Silent casting.

A flash of green light appeared.

There were so many of them, like Gatling guns, lighting up the entire classroom. Every little wizard was hit on the forehead, but most of them didn't react.

"So cool!"

"So handsome!"

“I’ve been playing with my friends like this all day!”

……

The green light that lit up the room earned Ian applause.

However, the little wizards who were immersed in excitement probably did not notice that when the green light on Ian's wand just lit up, Professor Flitwick was so scared that he almost jumped off the podium.

"Five points to Ravenclaw, this is a truly outstanding...magic demonstration?" Fortunately, Professor Flitwick was able to identify it as an illumination spell in time.

His heart was beating so fast that he wiped his sweat secretly. It was too realistic. Professor Flitwick would stare at Ian from time to time during the rest of the class.

The look in his eyes was hard to describe.

weird.

Until the end of get out of class.

Professor Flitwick looked at Ian, who was leaving the classroom surrounded by the chattering of the crowd and chattering with other little wizards. He almost raised his hand and wanted to say something, but stopped himself.

But in the end, Ian was not left alone.

"Severus, yes, he must have seen it at Severus's place..." Professor Flitwick was still muttering to himself on the way back to his office.

He seemed to have finally found a reason to feel at ease.

"Study! Nighttime is for alchemy!"

Ian didn't know that Professor Flitwick was a little suspicious, so he was unable to successfully study the language at noon, but he did have a very good chat with the Bronze Eagle Chief.

It can be considered as a relaxation.

There is definitely no need to take extra classes. After all, learning a language is just a pastime.

Compared to the various languages ​​that would definitely not be used in the short term, Ian was now preparing to create his first original alchemical creation, which was unprecedented and would never be repeated, but there were still some bottlenecks that had not been overcome.

He needed more alchemical knowledge to enrich his brain and improve his proficiency and even level of alchemy. Therefore, after class, Ian went straight to the library after dealing with a group of classmates.

"It's finally open."

Ian was somewhat glad that he still believed in Madam Pince's conscience. Although Madam Pince was absent from work for a long time at noon, it was obvious that she did not intend to be absent from work for the whole day.

There were only a handful of people in the brightly lit library, much fewer than usual. It should be because after what happened at noon, everyone thought that the library would be closed to the public all day.

"I have to find a way to solve the problem of alchemical creations producing too much residue." Ian began to flip through various books in the general area and the forbidden area of ​​the library.

The problem he encountered is exactly the problem that many people might seek help for online. If his family kills a goat weighing over 100 pounds, how can he dispose of the goat's body without anyone noticing?
Ian's answer was his own original work - the bone-crushing and ash-raising box.

At least in his opinion, this was definitely a return gift that Aurora would like. A genius idea that could automatically eat goat meat and crush goat bones, and could be put directly into the trouser pocket when not in use.

Who wouldn’t love it?
"The main thing is that the remaining ashes must be less than the fierce fire, otherwise the bone crushing and ash box will have no meaning to exist." Ian kept looking for solutions in various alchemy books.

The Fifth Element

God's Domain: Out of Nothing

Exploring Alchemy with the Master

……

Got nothing.

Perhaps it was because Ian’s creativity was too advanced, similar methods were not mentioned in many books. Just when he was feeling a little regretful and was ready to ask his teacher Morgan for advice tomorrow night.

"I've watched you flip through dozens of books. From the books you flipped through, I felt that you were looking for a way to transform matter into nothingness? To be honest, this is actually more difficult to do than the so-called creation of something out of nothing that some fraudulent alchemists talk about. Perhaps you can use a method to transform matter into another common thing."

"For example, transforming into air, or transforming into soil..." Suddenly, when Ian was standing in front of the bookshelf flipping through books, a magnetic male voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Someone is approaching.

Ian turned his head.

What caught my eye was a book being handed to me.

Alchemy: The Connection Between Everything

It is an ancient book.

The signature was still Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of Hogwarts, who had taught Ian his great skills.

"Thank you."

Ian took the book handed to him and looked up at the person who was chatting him up - a man with a head full of golden wavy curls and an exaggerated curve of his cheeks that seemed to be stretched out by the smile.

He is... Gilderoy Lockhart!
[ps: Debt extension, tomorrow]

(End of this chapter)