Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 93 92: Forbidden Forest! Dangerous Attack!
The night is getting darker.

The stars twinkle in the velvety night sky.

The night party had long since ended.

Soon, the only sound in the Ravenclaw common room was the occasional sound of flipping pages. As the clock on the wall struck late at night, the students who had been reading in the common room returned to their dormitories one after another.

Only the flame in the fireplace was jumping happily, with warm light and crackling sound of firewood, guarding this hall that witnessed the slow rise of countless eaglets as always.

The firelight reflected on the surrounding stone walls, and a swaying figure appeared in the middle of the night. Holding the map he had made himself, he quietly slipped from the lounge to the corridor on the eighth floor.

"Ian Navigation is at your service."

Ian thought his imitation was really useful.

He can clearly monitor the activities and locations of everyone, and his map is different from the ordinary version. His map will also display the names of people who are far away.

Even if someone buys his map and gives themselves a nickname or alias, Ian's map will mark the real name in brackets after those nicknames and aliases.

Small privileges.

Exclusive to the creator of the map.

“This thing is really useful.”

Just like you won't get lost in the city with Amap Navigation, with this map, Ian doesn't have to worry about running into anyone who might cause trouble when he's traveling at night.

Everyone's location was clearly visible, including those night owls who stayed up at night - the Weasley brothers were sneaking around in Snape's office, stealing something.

Snape, who was supposed to stay in his office to brew potions in the past, ran to Dumbledore's office. The two of them moved very frequently in the office, but fortunately, their movement range was limited to that small area, so there was no need to worry that they would come out to catch students who wandered at night.

"Is this a game of hide and seek?"

Ian was curious about what was happening in the headmaster's office, but he was soon attracted to the location of the Night Walkers' number one enemy, the administrator Filch.

Tonight, Mr. Filch seemed to have given up his night patrols and the fun of catching those little wizards who wandered around at night and putting them in solitary confinement. His icons and Mrs. Pince's icons were stacked on top of each other.

"!!!"

Ian felt like he had discovered a big secret.

This is definitely a very important piece of information. Perhaps he needs to update the maps that have not been sold yet. When two icons overlap, the icons of those people should disappear automatically?
“I’ll update when I get back.”

Of course, Ian's own maps will definitely not add these patches, but we still need to be cautious about products sold in bulk. After all, according to statistics, the derailment rate in the UK is not low.

Wizards might be more open-minded - if Hogwarts becomes a wailing place because of the map, Ian would probably have to bear the main responsibility for the drastic decrease in the number of births in the wizarding world in the future.

"Lockhart is still in the library so late? As expected of Madam Pince's favorite idol, she secretly meets her lover and uses her position to let Lockhart stay in the library overnight."

Ian also paid attention to the new professor's movements. The icon with Gilderoy Lockhart's name on it didn't know if he wanted to use the night to replace all the books in the library with his novels based on other people's experiences. Ian always felt that this guy could do something similar.

"I need a slaughterhouse."

In front of the Room of Requirement, Ian made a wish, and a door appeared silently on the wall. He walked through it while being beaten and watched by Barnabas with a sad look in his eyes.

The reason why he didn't sleep that night was naturally because Ian returned to his dormitory after finishing his small class and studied "Alchemy: The Connection Between Everything" for a while, and found an alternative method to the problem he wanted to solve. This more or less changed Ian's opinion of Gilderoy Lockhart.

After all, Gilderoy Lockhart was able to identify the questions Ian wanted to find from the books he consulted and give the answers to the questions. His knowledge of alchemy must at least be at the level of a top graduate. Maybe this guy just forgot magic? Ian, who felt a little surprised, used the knowledge in the books to complete his work tonight.

Grinding bones and throwing ash boxes.

This is an invention that he claims is unprecedented.

For any alchemist, if his completed work cannot be verified immediately, it is like holding a fully equipped Gatling gun but not being able to pull the trigger.

Who can bear it?
I can't help it!

God knows how long Ian stared at the small dots in the lounge on the map after he finished making the [Bone Crushing and Ash Raising Box]. He even felt that he would dream about those names when he went to sleep tonight.

"Fortunately, there is no King of Rolls who stays up all night."

Ian secretly rejoiced while impatiently turning the doorknob and stepped into the Room of Requirement... What he saw was the slaughterhouse he needed.

And it was much larger than he had imagined.

The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, and neat rows of slaughtering tools and equipment were quietly arranged, shining with a cold metallic luster under the dim light. Sharp butcher knives, thick iron hooks, strong ropes, and precise cutting machines were all available.

However, this did not make Ian feel happy. The expectant expression on his face almost froze instantly. What use would he have for a slaughterhouse where there was not even a mosquito?

"No living creatures can be conjured up! Where are the dead pigs? Where are the dead cows? If all else fails, dead sheep will do! If there is nothing that can be used for slaughter, then this is not a complete slaughterhouse at all!"

"Don't fool me. Don't make a wish next time. Let's start over." Ian seemed to be preaching to the Room of Requirement as he walked out the door, made a new wish, and opened the door.

Everything is still the same.

Nothing has changed.

Not to mention the live pigs that Ian was expecting, there wasn't even a dead mouse. The clean and new slaughterhouse had no smell at all, only the smell of disinfectant that was used for unknown purposes.

"This joke is not funny at all. Open it again, open it again." Ian closed the door again and adjusted the content of his wish, but the miracle he longed for did not happen.

The scene has changed.

But it only changed the placement of various tools and the specifications of the drainage channels on the wall tiles and floor. The Room of Requirement seemed to be doing its best to satisfy Ian.

"Liar! What about the Room of Requests?" After Ian finished speaking, the Room of Requests shook a few times, as if to refute that its name was not the Room of Requests.

"..."

Ian sighed, but was determined to keep trying. "Then give me something to eat. Meat, meat. Okay, I want to go to a place with lots of meat."

This is a very reasonable wish.

When Ian opened the door again, it was finally no longer an empty slaughterhouse.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of meat, and even with the noisy sound of gongs and drums. More than a dozen alien-like heads in the room turned to look at him.

"!!!"

Ian's eyes widened.

He seemed to have discovered that the Room of Requirement had another function?
"It's Mr. Prince! Learned and friendly Mr. Prince! He must be starving!"

"He only had a little snack tonight! The rabbi had actually guessed that he would be hungry. Mr. Prince is still growing, and this is the age when a human wizard can eat the most!"

"Is Mr. Prince still going to eat shabu-shabu tonight? Habit specially went to find a lot of chili peppers for Mr. Prince!"

……

The house-elves spoke one after another. Ian stepped in with some disbelief, stomped on the floor hard, and confirmed that this was indeed the Hogwarts kitchen.

"Portal?"

Ian turned around and saw that the door had closed automatically. Even if he walked forward and opened the kitchen door, he was not on the eighth floor of the Room of Requirement but the corridor outside the Hogwarts kitchen.

"I need a sheep weighing more than 100 kilograms."

While Ian was wondering how the Room of Requirement was created, he walked back to the kitchen hall where the elves gathered as if they were welcoming some important person.

"Mr. Prince isn't going to eat beef tonight?" The house-elves widened their eyes, looking very surprised, and one of them even had a panicked and guilty expression.

"It must be because the beef that Sibby cooked last night was not tasty, so Mr. Prince doesn't want to eat beef!!" It raised its little hand and started slapping itself frantically.

Crackling.

Unable to bear watching, Ian quickly went over to stop the self-harming elf, "I'm not hungry, I just want to find a complete goat for an experiment."

"It doesn't matter whether they're dead or alive." Ian saw that both sides of the house-elf's face were swollen. These elves who would hurt themselves because of inadequate service actually slapped for real!

"Mr. Prince wants to conduct experiments on goats?" The house-elf Rabbi looked at Ian thoughtfully, and when he saw Ian nodded, he immediately realized what was going on.

"Rabbi can take Mr. Prince to find live animals!" It may have misunderstood Ian's idea, however, before Ian could explain, it stretched out its little hand and grabbed Ian.

The world is spinning.

The world around me began to distort in an indescribable way.

This is not a simple optical illusion, but it is as if the space itself is folded and stretched under your will until it completely loses its original form.

Similar to the experience of Apparition but more primitive and direct, Ian felt a strong pulling sensation, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force across the boundaries of time and space.

Very clear experience.

"Ugh~"

By the time Ian was about to vomit, he realized what the house-elf Rabbi had done.

Sure enough, when everything suddenly returned to normal, Ian covered his nauseous mouth and saw that he was standing in a forest.

The trees were dense, with branches and leaves intertwined, and the ground was covered with wet soil and weeds. The moonlight was blocked by the lush trees, making the entire forest look dark and dangerous. The branches and leaves of countless ancient trees swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, like a whisper from deep in the forest.

"Mr. Prince, you...what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the rabbi's magic?" The rabbi looked at Ian at a loss.

As a house-elf that is accustomed to constant space jumping and serving the little wizard everywhere in the castle, it may not understand that this way of moving is not a good experience for the little wizard.

Ian was afraid that the little thing would start hurting itself again, so he raised his hand and waved it while holding onto a tree, saying, "I sincerely hope we are not in the Amazon jungle."

Without Uncle Snape's potion to relieve the pain, the young wizard had to experience a more primitive and brutal Apparition. It took him a long time to calm down before he slowly returned to normal.

"It's the Forbidden Forest, Mr. Prince." The house-elf Rabbi had a guilty look on his face and spoke in a timid tone. "Rabbi is just a very ordinary house-elf. He doesn't have the majestic magic power like the great Dumbledore. He can't perform an Apparition jump across such a long distance."

It seemed to think Ian wanted to go to the Amazon jungle.

I feel very upset about my own weakness.

"Phantom Leap? Isn't it Apparition?" Ian looked around. Although the Forbidden Forest was unusually quiet at night, some sounds could be heard occasionally.

These sounds may be the gurgling of a creek in the distance or the low chirping of night birds. However, in this silence, there are some unknown sounds hidden.

It could be the footsteps of a magical animal, or the growl of some unknown creature.

"Our magic is a little different from that of wizards." The house-elf Rabbi answered honestly. They can indeed do many things that are difficult or impossible for wizards to do.

For example, space jumping in Hogwarts.

"If you have time in the future, can you try to teach me?" Ian became interested in the magic of the house-elf Rabbi. This might be a special bloodline or it might be an even more ancient magic.

The house-elf Rabbi nodded excitedly.

“It’s a pleasure for the rabbi!”

It responded in a shrill voice, then hesitated for a moment, "However, wizards probably won't be able to learn our magic, but this doesn't affect Rabbi's willingness to become Mr. Prince's experimental subject!"

Good guy!
This realization is too imaginative!

"He's not an experimental subject. We're here to discuss magic together." Ian raised his hand and wanted to bump fists with the house-elf Rabbi, but the house-elf Rabbi covered his face with a look of fear.

"Rabbi is not qualified to discuss magic with Mr. Prince. Rabbi is just an elf. Being able to contribute to Mr. Prince's learning of magic is already the greatest happiness!"

Very firm words.

Ian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Are there sheep here? Do you usually keep live animals in the Forbidden Forest?" He could only change the subject and look ahead where visibility was extremely low under the sparse moonlight.

The silver moonlight can only shine through the shade of the trees, forming patches of mottled light and shadows on the ground.

"The food that the little wizards eat comes from a special farm. It is already processed when we get it, so the rabbi brought Mr. Prince to the Forbidden Forest."

"Other little wizards cannot come here, but Mr. Prince is different..." The house-elf Rabbi moved his thin arms and legs and began to lead the way.

Before Ian could ask the little guy if he knew how to tell fortunes and knew that he was Dumbledore and Snape's favorite, the words of the house-elf Rabbi caught his attention.

"There are many creatures in the Forbidden Forest that you can't see outside, including goblins, poisonous horned beasts, bird snakes, evil birds, rats, fire ash snakes, warthogs, and even ferocious and terrifying dragons."

When he said this, the house-elf Rabbi's expression became horrified.

The facial expressions of this group are really amazing.

"But the Rabbi will not take Mr. Prince to such a dangerous place. The Rabbi wants to protect Mr. Prince's safety and will only take Mr. Prince to look for the Venusian three-legged sheep outside the Forbidden Forest." Although the house-elf Rabbi is also very reckless, he is obviously no better than the one Harry Potter encountered.

"Weinu three-legged sheep?"

Ian was a little surprised.

He had not seen this magical creature in the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them series of books.

"Yes, they come from Japan. They are a kind of xxx-level magical creature that bullies the weak and fears the strong. However, Rabbi thinks that they can't even beat the Bowtruckles in the Forbidden Forest."

The house-elf Rabbi's tone was full of contempt. This was the first time Ian had seen a creature that even the house-elf looked down upon.

He became a little curious about the Weinu three-legged sheep.

"Actually, any creature will do. I can even accept undercooked beef." This was what Ian had not yet finished saying in the Hogwarts kitchen.

Following behind Rabbi, a house-elf who was much shorter than himself, Ian saw several Bowtruckles sleeping soundly. When they approached, they immediately stood up and were very alert.

The green, branch-like body that looked like it had sprouted looked particularly interesting. After bypassing this guarded area, Ian soon saw a piece of muddy land covered with large blood stains.

The bloodstains extended all the way.

A long trail of bright red blood was dragged across the open space.

"It's the blood of a wild deer."

The house-elf Rabbi dipped his little hand in it and smelled it. "It might be the centaurs. Sometimes they always like to cross the border to hunt for the food they need."

The little guy's confident tone made Ian a little curious.

"Centaurs? I really want to see them." Ian looked at the bloodstains on the ground, and roughly understood the reason why the house-elf Rabbi made his judgment.

If it is a hunting by magical creatures, they probably will not bring all the prey back to their nests. Some remains will be left. Only intelligent creatures acting in a tribal manner may take the prey away in its entirety.

"They are an unreasonable race, brutal and barbaric. Rabbi and other elves don't like them." The house-elf Rabbi expressed disgust and a little cowardice towards the centaurs.

There was also a hint of pride, "The food that the centaurs eat is all half-cooked, unlike us elves, who can enjoy civilized cooked food like wizards."

This seemed to be something that made the house-elf Rabbi feel superior to the "beast". He didn't know what kind of comprehensive thinking transformation the wizards had made to these defeated people.

Perhaps the historical summary of the failure of enslaving black people also played a major role in this.

"I'm just interested in their ability to predict." Ian was not a reckless wizard. He felt that his current strength would not allow him to get close to dangerous tribes in the Forbidden Forest.

"Hogwarts also has some very good prophecy witches. The rabbi often goes to deliver meals to them. If Mr. Prince wants, the rabbi is willing to help Mr. Prince contact them."

Are you talking about the prophecy teacher? More than one?
"Let's talk about it later."

Ian's study schedule is basically full now, and it is not a wise choice to rush into another subject. He knows very well that the limited time should be used for the most practical learning.

Although the prophecy was mysterious and powerful, the prophecy teacher at Hogwarts... um, Ian only remembered that she seemed to be a weird woman who always liked to scare students?
"Okay! Rabbi is always willing to serve Mr. Prince!" The house-elf Rabbi was always alert to his surroundings. Sometimes a thin layer of fog would appear in the forbidden forest at night.

This layer of fog appeared particularly hazy under the moonlight, causing visibility in the Forbidden Forest to drop to another level - this experience was probably related to the not-so-good weather tonight.

"There seems to be some movement over there?"

Ian also took out his wand and kept an eye on his surroundings. He heard a chaotic rustling sound, mixed with the sharp cries that definitely came from magical animals.

"Damn it! Get out of here!" There was also a voice that Ian felt was very familiar.

He was startled.

While the house-elf Rabbi was still peeking around vigilantly, Ian immediately rushed towards the direction of the sound. As expected, he saw the friend he had just met during the day.

Aurora Grindelwald.

The petite German girl was struggling with a green creature at the moment, and her wand was knocked aside. The creature that looked like a reptile and a giant butterfly was the magical animal that made the sharp cry.

Winged Demon!
"boom!"

Just as Ian raised his wand to lend a helping hand to Aurora, who for some unknown reason had run out in the middle of the night to wander in the Forbidden Forest and seemed almost to be killed by the ferocious Winged Demon.

The house-elf Rabbi who followed behind took the lead and without any chanting, released a powerful spell from between his fingers, directly blasting the Winged Demon away.

"The Rabbi saved a little wizard!"

The house-elf Rabbi looked nervous and pleased.

It raised its finger and continued to shake it, light blooming, as if it wanted to press on and continue casting a spell on the Curled-Winged Demon that had recovered and shifted its target of attack to dive towards it.

only.

Ian's spell has been released. It is a jagged spell shining with white light. It is a compound magic that Ian has figured out based on the Divine Edge Shadowless Spell.

Lost its concealment.

The power is about the same as that of the Shadowless Sword... It's very useless, but Ian thinks it's very cool.

"Huh~"

The swooping Winged Demon sensed danger and tried to dodge the spell that made it instinctively alert, but the German girl who picked up the wand behind it had already cut off its retreat.

Blue fire.

White light.

The wounded Winged Demon was directly turned into an Oreo by the attack from both sides - without even a cry, the shattered body was burned to ashes by the blue flames.

"Huhuhu~"

Aurora dropped her wand and lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Oh my god! Mr. Prince and the little wizard who violated the school rules! They actually teamed up to kill a curled-winged demon! They are even more powerful than many of the great wizards that Rabbi knows!"

The house-elf Rabbi put away the light in his hand, his face full of amazement.

"This is called the Eight-Point Light Wheel. Isn't it cool?" Ian didn't have time to chant the spell just now, but now that he had introduced the magic, the house-elf Rabbi immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. It really can provide more emotional value to others than the host of Happy Camp who eats Huang Xiaochu's stewed pork elbow.

"Actually, I also know how to use Ultra Guillotine and Zaperion Green Ray..." Ian walked towards the direction where Aurora was lying. Only then did he see that the German girl's hand had been scratched by the thorny wings of the Winged Demon, and drops of blood were constantly oozing out and merging into the wet soil.

"Looks like I should take you to the school infirmary." Ian rummaged inside his robe and pulled out a handful of difficile that "accidentally" fell into his pocket during the Potions class.

He looked around for a suitable stone to transform into a grinding tool.

"It's Dietary Sucker. Rabbi is here to help you." The house-elf Rabbi walked forward, crushed the Dietary Sucker with his magic, and then sprinkled the powder on Aurora's hands.

These house-elves may also often help Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary to take care of young wizards.

"Thank you, Ian, you saved me again."

Aurora looked at the wound on her hand and saw that it was beginning to stop bleeding. She was a little scared. "Perhaps this is the trick of fate that my grandfather talked about. When we get the prophecy, we also pay the price of seeing the future."

Ian was quite puzzled by the German girl's mysterious words.

"What prophecy?" Ian remembered that Aurora had mentioned the talents of the Grindelwald family, but he didn't understand what prophecy would make Aurora come to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night.

Aurora looked at the house-elf Rabbi who was still treating her wounds, and hesitated for a moment. "Tonight, I saw someone trying to hunt unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. I didn't want to intervene, but before going to bed, I saw the crowds and the corpses lying all over the place..."

"I don't know when this will happen, but I think it must be related to the people who hunt unicorns." Aurora said with some annoyance the reason why she came to the Forbidden Forest alone.

"I didn't expect you to be so stupid. I thought you were as smart as me." Ian frowned, thinking about the message in Aurora's words. "If there really is someone sneaky trying to cause trouble here, how can a little kid like you fight against the evil dark wizard who dares to hunt unicorns?"

Very reasonable sermon.

Aurora nodded without objection. "Yes, I am sober now. If I had asked you to come with me, I would not have learned such a painful lesson. It was all because of my arrogance and hubris that I not only failed to find the dark wizard, but was almost killed by the curled-winged demon left by Ronnie."

The German girl's words made the house-elf Rabbi, who was constantly casting some kind of magic to heal Aurora's injuries, look up at her in confusion.

A little kid can't handle it.

Is it okay to have two little kids?
The house-elf Rabbi turned around to see Ian continuing to scold Aurora, but he never expected that he only saw Ian nodding his head with a very satisfied expression.

"That's right. I hope you've learned a lesson today. You can't take risks alone. God will punish every bad kid who takes risks without his friends!"

"Think about it yourself. Even Merlin doesn't dare to take the risk alone!" Ian's words made Aurora nod thoughtfully.

"Maybe you can take me with you. Now we have found the dark wizard you saw. Let's kill him indiscriminately." Ian actually had a guess about Aurora's "prophecy".

He doubted very much that what Aurora saw was a scene that would only occur next year. After all, ordinary dark wizards would never dare to kill unicorns and drink their blood.

You know, although unicorns are sacred creatures and their blood has powerful healing powers, the act of killing a unicorn itself requires carrying an extremely harsh curse.

"The Rabbi thinks... the right thing to do is to inform Dumbledore... only the professors can handle such matters." The house-elf Rabbi hesitated to speak.

It felt that the distinguished Mr. Prince and his friends seemed to have some abnormalities in their brains. Oh! This was a really disrespectful idea. I had to punish myself with a hundred slaps when I got back!

"You don't understand. The young wizards only have to think about saving Hogwarts, but the professors have so many things to consider. You will understand when you grow as tall as me."

Ian patted the house-elf Rabbi on the shoulder. He was just talking nonsense. If he really found Voldemort's trace, he would run to find Dumbledore faster than Harry Potter.

"..."

The house-elf Rabbi wanted to say that he had served in Hogwarts for sixty years, and even if he served for another hundred years, he would never be as tall as Ian and the other young wizards.

This is a racial difference!

"Our late Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I never thought he would raise dangerous creatures like the Winged Demon." Ian looked at the pile of ashes on the ground and felt a little sorry.

The whole body of the Curled-Winged Demon is a treasure.

"He's a saint."

Aurora stood up and said dimly.

"That's right. The Saints have a much deeper criminal background than the Death Eaters." Ian lifted up Aurora's hand, which had returned to whiteness, and was somewhat amazed at the power of the house-elf's magic.

Among the wizard community.

Similar injuries usually require the use of potions to treat.

"Some of my grandfather's saints also raised dragons, saying that they would be useful when they needed to attack the Ministry of Magic in the future." Ian held up Aurora's hands and looked them over.

She just stood there and leaked all her secrets.

"Do you need a dragon to attack the Ministry of Magic? I have a special way to help you attack the Ministry of Magic, so you might as well let those old saints kill the dragon and give me meat to eat."

Ian was craving for dragon meat.

I don’t know whether shabu-shabu hotpot is delicious or not.

"Sigh~"

The house-elf Rabbi had a terrified look on his face. He looked back and forth between Ian and Aurora several times, then quietly walked around to a big tree and covered his ears with his head.

It began to mutter that it heard nothing and saw nothing.

"I will not attack the Ministry."

Aurora looked at Ian with a strange look. She hesitated for a moment before suddenly realizing what was going on and said, "So it is. You are only in your first year and you are already thinking about how to attack the Ministry of Magic."

What a tricky idea.

Ian was speechless.

"Should we go back?" Aurora looked into the depths of the forbidden forest. She had obviously grown up, and there was a bit of awe in her eyes.

"I still want to test my work. Well, the first one is for you." Ian took out the alchemical creation he made that was the size of a cigarette box.

"what is this?"

Aurora's attention was immediately drawn to the box with sharp teeth.

"Crush the bones and throw away the ash box!"

Ian proudly introduced his work. He looked around and found some corpses of Motla rats that were probably left over by the Winged Demon.

Poor Mothrat.

The brain has been completely eaten.

Half of the body also disappeared.

"I like this name." Aurora's eyes lit up. She looked expectantly at Ian approaching the body of the Mortra rat and placing the peculiarly shaped small box on the body.

"Kakakaka~"

The small box began to operate automatically. Its sharp teeth continued to tear at the flesh and bones, swallowing the mixture into its stomach, and then expelling wisps of soil from its buttocks.

"A must-have for home and travel!" Ian grabbed the dirt excreted from the [Bone Crusher and Ash Box] in his hand and placed it in front of Aurora and compared it with the dirt on the ground.

There is no difference except for the color, and it even smells just like the unique smell of soil - this can obviously avoid a lot of trouble.

"You'll be rich from this, Ian...if the Aurors don't catch you." Aurora picked up the [Bone Crusher] that had eaten all the remains of the Murtra Rat.

He seemed to be very interested in the little gadget invented by Ian, but he still made a serious comment.

"????"

The smile on Ian's face froze.

"I just invented a prop that can contribute to the agriculture of this world." Ian said with a guilty conscience. The main reason he invented this thing was because dealing with corpses several times before was too troublesome.

"what?"

Aurora, who was standing opposite, raised the small box in her hand and shook it. She blinked her dazzling eyes and said, "It's called the Bone Crushing and Ash Raising Box, isn't it?"

Ian curled his lips.

"Every family has a few dead cattle and sheep."

He defended himself vigorously.

"It will come in handy someday. Really, really."

Ian didn't know whether to convince Aurora or himself.

"I will also prepare a gift for you for Christmas. Can you prepare a gift for me in return?" Aurora held the bone-crushing and ash-scattering box tightly in her hand.

She looked cautious as she asked Ian the question, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Of course."

Ian sensed some subtle emotions, some uneasiness and anxiety... He nodded in response without hesitation, and the German girl immediately relaxed visibly.

"I stole something from my grandfather, and I thought you would like it." Aurora lowered her voice slyly, as if hoping to raise Ian's expectations for the gift.

"!!!"

Ian was a little confused.

He didn't know why he felt guilty.

"Mr. Prince and his friends who like to break school rules, maybe we should leave. The commotion just now attracted the centaurs. These untrustworthy guys will definitely kill us to silence us."

The house-elf Rabbi, who had been standing not far away, suddenly spoke nervously. Ian looked over, but his vision was unable to see too far in the pitch-black night.

However, the rustling sounds in the jungle were indeed more obvious.

"Maybe we should take this away." Aurora ran to a tree, took out a few eggs from it, and stuffed them all into Ian's hands.

Ian, who didn't want to encounter the centaurs, didn't even have time to look and stuffed everything into his robe.

"Let's go!"

Ian motioned Aurora to approach the house elf Rabbi, who pulled both him and Aurora. The dizzy feeling reappeared. It was so strong that it was like being sucked into a whirlpool, and everything around him became blurry.

The unique rhythm of space magic was extremely obvious, but Ian obviously wasn't in the mood to figure it out, or it could be said that Ian no longer had the ability to try to analyze it.

A stronger feeling of dizziness than the first time acted on him.

"Ugh~"

Ian originally wanted to pretend nothing happened, and then say to Aurora who was caught off guard, "You need to practice more", but he didn't expect that two consecutive space jumps with short intervals made him unable to bear it.

On the other hand, Aurora really looked like nothing had happened.

"..."

The two appeared in the corridor of Hogwarts, and the house-elf Rabbi had disappeared. It was probably because the house-elves were not willing to show up in areas where they were likely to encounter little wizards.

"The magic of the elves is so crude."

Aurora looked at Ian who was holding onto the wall, and she didn't seem surprised.

"I just ate too much tonight."

Ian shook his dizzy head stubbornly.

"I remember before school started, you said you would treat me to a secret meal made by the house-elves..." Aurora probably remembered what happened before because of Ian's response.

Little girls always find it easy to remember these details.

"Yes, let's go eat tomorrow night?"

Ian hadn't thought of breaking his promise.

He thought that the Hogwarts kitchen was now fully equipped with ingredients, and the elves had also mastered their hot pot skills, so it might be more fun to invite a few more friends to eat together.

"OK."

Aurora nodded.

She frowned and hesitated for a moment.

"But don't eat the one just now, okay? It saved my life, I don't want to eat it..." The German girl's tone was full of gratitude to the rabbi.

however.

Ian suddenly raised his head upon hearing this.

The look he gave Aurora was filled with fear.

(End of this chapter)