Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 95 94: The missing link, re-entering the illusion
Not Voldemort!
And it definitely can't be a Death Eater!
The silver light shines.

The chill and despair in the air were dispelled. A warm and powerful force was emerging. It was a magic that would only open the door to learning to those who could feel the beauty - the Patronus Charm.

"Saints..."

Ian's stiff hand was still suspended in the air, his eyes fixed on Gilderoy Lockhart's wand, from which wisps of silver light continued to emerge and float like clouds.

The elegant silver animal slowly took shape, but was deliberately obscured by the caster's silver mist. Ian could only sense the figure's proud posture and powerful aura from a quick glance.

The Dementors in the cage all made extremely sharp cries as a result - Ian could feel the panic of the Dementor, but the selfish adult wizard did not attempt to use the Patronus to fight it.

The patronus, which was deliberately obscured by the silver mist, simply surrounded Gilderoy Lockhart, who was confirmed to be a pirated copy, and gathered all its power around Gilderoy Lockhart.

Let's just call him that for now.

After all, it's the same face.

"The Patronus Charm is not a very advanced magic. The spell is just as I just recited. The key is to concentrate and recall the happiest thing in your heart."

"Some people say that this is the embodiment of the beauty in our hearts. You can certainly think so, but in my personal opinion, I prefer to believe that we are just using beautiful memories to get a response." Gilderoy Lockhart's wand was still emitting silver light, and his expression returned to being natural and calm.

And at this time.

"Soul-stealing!"

Ian seized the moment when Gilderoy Lockhart was looking at him, and activated the magic he learned from his cheap senior sister. A strange purple light flashed across his eyes.

The magic was successfully activated.

However... Ian failed to successfully invade Gilderoy Lockhart's mind. Not to mention modifying and viewing memories, even Gilderoy Lockhart's emotions, which were clearly visible when he first entered the classroom, had disappeared without a trace.

"Ancient magic. You've learned quite a lot of magic." Gilderoy Lockhart raised his eyebrows. He took a step back and revealed to the doubtful Ian why he had resisted Ian's sneak attack.

I saw.

Just where Gilderoy Lockhart had just stood, he seemed to shed a layer of crystal shell, and when he stepped back, the wax-like substance remained in place.

obviously.

It was this shell containing some unknown magic that resisted Ian's attack.

"While we are communicating, you can launch a sneak attack at any time, and I can also use this opportunity to see what other abilities you have." Gilderoy Lockhart was not angry at all.

He looked calm and smiling. He raised his hand and gently tapped the wax-like shell in front of him. The shell shattered, fell to the ground, and quickly dissipated into air.

"Ok?"

Ian even felt the restraints that controlled him disappear.

It was obvious that the other party had left him open. After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Ian did not continue to try to launch an attack. He now had a definite guess in his heart.

"What response are you talking about, Professor?"

Ian shook his arm and asked as if nothing had happened.

Gilderoy Lockhart smiled.

"Every soul has a partner, my child. The black magic that is despised by others will not make us abandoned by it. Only the loss of self and soul will make it unable to find you again."

Gilderoy Lockhart, as if the sneak attack just now had never happened, reached into the mist and gently stroked his patronus, speaking with a somewhat relaxed tone. His words were obviously a bit shocking, and were completely different from the various mainstream patronus theories in the wizarding world today.

heresy!

"Any evidence?" Ian tried his best to let the fluorescent light on his wand illuminate all the little wizards. In fact, when Gilderoy Lockhart's patronus appeared, the unconscious little wizards were out of danger.

Now the air just feels a little like winter has arrived.

"You've asked the right person. This is a question that even Dumbledore cannot answer for you. He is always trapped by various things and does not have enough time to study like me." Gilderoy Lockhart, who was suspected to be that person or that person's saint, did not show any impatience.

He smiled as if he was very willing to answer Ian's time-delaying doubts. "You may know that Azkaban was founded by a dark wizard named Axtis. He built the Azkaban Castle in the 15th century and lured many Muggle sailors to the island to torture and kill them."

"When the Ministry of Magic discovered the island, it was already full of Dementors. Some people said that Dementors were the result of biological alchemy created by Axtis using Muggles on the island."

"This once caused everyone to be filled with fear and worry about bioalchemy... Oh, fools are always like this, they will always be deceived by the same stupid rhetoric."

"Anyone who has enough knowledge of alchemy will understand how ridiculous this explanation is. Creating a whole new species out of thin air is a forbidden area for gods alone."

"We can't even stop death, let alone create these species that transcend life and death..." Gilderoy Lockhart looked at the monster in the cage.

"According to the records about Axtis, he was not a particularly outstanding dark wizard. The fact is that he used Muggles to perform a sacrificial ritual on the island that is now a prison."

"He brought species that did not belong to our world into this world, and he also lost his life because of his own half-bakedness. This is the real reason why he disappeared mysteriously."

Gilderoy Lockhart's tone was full of confidence. It was clear that this happened many, many years ago. No one knew why he was so confident.

"What does this have to do with the Patronus being able to fight Dementors?" Ian thought the other party's story was indeed very good, but it was obviously not the answer to the question he asked.

Gilderoy Lockhart shook his head.

"Of course it is related, because the world where the Dementors live is the world we will eventually go to, and the Patronus in that world is responsible for paving the way forward for its partner." His answer is still different from the current mainstream, and it is the kind of rhetoric that will inevitably be regarded as misleading in the wizarding world.

Ian frowned slightly.

"You've never died, how would you know?"

He thought about it carefully.

Although there are many animals in the misty fantasy, every wizard soul he meets in that land seems to be not accompanied by their patron saint.

"I'm going to die eventually, right? And then we'll know for sure." Gilderoy Lockhart did not object, but just shrugged to express his indifference.

"..."

Ian was made a little unsure by Gilderoy Lockhart's ease and confidence. Perhaps the situations described by the fake Gilderoy Lockhart would happen in a place farther ahead than the misty dreamland?
after all.

If this guy is really that person.

You wouldn't just tell others nonsense without any evidence, right? Well, I'm not sure. I heard that people who have been locked up for a long time will have some delusions and mental disorders.

"Muggles can't see Dementors, and can't fight them in despair. Don't they have their own patronus?" Ian asked a key question.

Faced with such sharp questions.

Gilderoy Lockhart just smiled a little wider.

"Child, only by dying and coming back to life can a miracle be born."

His clearly articulated voice carried a subtle implication that made Ian feel familiar. Aurora seemed to have mentioned something similar when they first talked in the bookstore.

To obtain a Patronus, one must die once? How is that possible... There are so many wizards in the world who can summon Patronus, it can't be said that they are all partners brought back from the dead!
Just when Ian was puzzled.

"The time for questions is over, Prince, it's time for you to try." Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly changed the subject, his voice full of anticipation.

Because his entire body was overlapped with his patronus and the thick silver fog was very dazzling, Ian could not see that one of his eyes had turned white.

"I'm curious about how extraordinary your patronus is." Gilderoy Lockhart's changing pupils reflected a scene different from that in the classroom, as if he was impatient.

The old man was kneeling on the ground crying. A young wizard raised his hand in the shadow of his pupils. Silver threads emerged from the elderberry wand, weaving into a blurry figure... He could see it, but he couldn't see it clearly.

The prophecy always comes true.

Especially when it comes to some major disruption.

That was how it was back then.

The same is true today.

"Don't do it with dragons and thunderbirds, because that would disappoint me greatly." Gilderoy Grindelwald, whose name should be changed, perhaps prepared for this class for a long time because he wanted to understand the reasons that he could not see clearly. Why would a spell have such a subversive effect on the world?
It's just a Patronus Charm.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Ian took a deep look at the teacher in front of him, and instead of asking any more questions, he raised his wand and began to try, recalling his past happiness in his mind.

Was it when I first came into contact with the island teacher by accident in my previous life?

The wand just sprayed out some silver fireworks.

This is obviously not real happiness.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Keep trying.

It could also be that I played with my roommates during college, and the only record of the Sword Master was 37/0/0. The wand began to spray out more silver threads, and the system panel began to change.

This is obviously the true happiness of the human-headed dog.

[You have learned the Patronus spell, proficiency +3]

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Ian thought about it and realized that being confessed to by a female classmate and then being stabbed to death by her licker was not a happy thing at all, so he began to search for it in his experiences in this life.

Ms. Elena from the orphanage, Katherine, Daniel, Mia, many children who grew up together, and the family and friends I met after coming to Hogwarts.

Will you be happy when you are with them?

The increasingly thick silver mist gave the answer.

[You have learned the Patronus spell, proficiency +5]

[You have learned the Patronus spell, proficiency +3]

[You have learned the Patronus spell, proficiency +4]

……

Under the eager gaze of the fake Lockhart, wisps of thick silver continued to emerge from Ian's wand, and soon formed a turbid and thick substance that hovered in front of Ian. Since he could not sense the threat of the Dementors, Ian did not experience the cold and fear being dispelled.

but.

The warmth and hope of the patron saint can be felt clearly.

"You can do better than this, and gather your Patronus..." Gilderoy Grindelwald encouraged him, his voice urgent, as if he wanted to witness Ian's Patronus before someone else.

however.

"Professor Grindelwald."

Ian's face was extremely red, but his voice sounded somewhat helpless.

"I think I'm so happy now that I'm almost on the happy planet... Maybe you should give me something that can make me rich overnight to stimulate me."

His wand continued to emit silver light.

Obviously, what he said is correct.

However, facing Ian's "reasonable" request, the man with a different face frowned. He looked at the silver mist that was about to fill the entire classroom and fell into an autistic silence.

"It shouldn't be."

Gilderoy Grindelwald, whose identity was confirmed, did not correct Ian's address.

He frowned, as if he had also touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge. The extremely powerful force of the Patronus Charm surged in the classroom, and even began to attempt to invade the area where his Patronus was hovering. This was obviously a situation that would only occur if one had completely learned the Patronus Charm and had abundant magical power.

Didn't you see the Dementors in the cage digging the ground like crazy? They couldn't dig under the cage, and the Dementors were trying to get into the ground and hide like crazy!

Such a deterrent.

It even surpassed the Patronus Charm cast by most wizards with a physical Patronus. Logically speaking, a Patronus Charm of this magnitude should have already condensed a physical Patronus.

Why can’t it condense?

Now it was Gilderoy Grindelwald's turn to be puzzled. He thought that his years of learning and accumulation had far surpassed the past, but the reality made him realize that there were still things he didn't understand.

Ian didn't understand either.

[Patronus Charm (Level 0) 49/50]

The process of his practicing and learning this magic went very smoothly, but his learning progress was stuck at the last moment, as if he lacked something crucial to perform this magic.

If we follow the theory of this fake professor in front of us.

Is it because he has no patronus?
"Why do others have it but I don't?"

Ian's wand was constantly emitting silver light, filling the entire classroom. Amid the Dementors' howling and begging for mercy, the silver light even squeezed through the windows and spread out.

however.

They just don’t cohere.

No matter how Ian tried to control them, he could only compress them.

"Professor, where is my soul mate?"

He could only look at Gilderoy Grindelwald on the podium.

"..."

Gilderoy Grindelwald opened his mouth, but he had no idea what to say. He was at a loss for words, and his originally confident and calm expression became a little confused. It can't be said that he was completely confused, but it can be said that he was a little like a genius who got full marks in the college entrance examination and participated in a global mathematics competition.

"Yeah...where's your soulmate?"

The man who had been unruly all his life and could see through fate, ultimately could not escape the fate of becoming a repeater. He watched as the silver light from Ian's wand was about to make the entire classroom pitch dark.

"Put away your magic, I will help you find a solution to the problem." Gilderoy Grindelwald still couldn't think of a possible factor.

"Okay, Professor."

Ian undid the magic.

All the silver mist began to return and dissipate.

As Gilderoy Grindelwald raised his wand, the mud-like substance on the ground once again covered the Dementor's cage and returned to its original ordinary podium.

The classroom returned to normal.

"You are responsible for waking them up and telling them that I am disappointed with their performance in this class. I hope that in the next class, at least two or three of them can hold on until the end."

After Gilderoy Grindelwald finished speaking, he wanted to walk towards the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"what?"

Ian was a little surprised.

He thought that Gilderoy Grindelwald's bad teaching behavior was just a one-time madness, but from what he said, it seemed that he would continue to pretend to be Lockhart and teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? Could it be that this matter was really approved by Dumbledore?

Will Gilderoy Grindelwald's identity exist for at least another year?
It all sounds so awkward!
"Professor, maybe we need some less exciting courses..." Ian looked around at the classmates on the ground. If you didn't know, you might think this was a scene of a gangbang.

It is indeed somewhat tragic.

"This is what a real Defense Against the Dark Arts class should be like. You think it's too exciting only because the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers in this school in the past few years were not qualified."

Gilderoy Grindelwald, who had the face of a playboy writer, stopped, turned around, and reminded Ian in a serious tone.

"Like I said just now, real dangers will never wait for you to grow up. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class should allow you to gain practical experience in danger."

"At least these kids won't really die in school, and when they step into the cruel and dangerous world outside of school, I believe most of them will be grateful to me."

"This includes you."

Gilderoy Grindelwald's voice has a power that seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

"Snape will probably be the first one to thank you, because you will definitely scare the little wizard more than he does." Ian sighed and immediately walked to his two roommates who were sleeping on the ground.

"Mr. Prince, one day you will understand."

Grindelwald continued walking towards the door.

"If you want to see the flower bloom, you have to bathe in the blood of the flower pickers. This is always the reality. Your opinions have nothing to do with me. All I want is to see the flower bloom brilliantly."

His magnetic voice echoed in the empty classroom.

"Now, get out of class is dismissed."

The words fell.

The man's figure disappeared around the corner outside the gate.

……

Set up the crucible.

He found a few pieces of chocolate and boiled them into liquid, then filled a large bucket with chocolate liquid. He returned to the classroom where corpses were strewn all over the floor, and began to wake up his classmates one by one.

Although it was not what Ian wanted, he could only use the most primitive way, which was to wake everyone up while pouring chocolate. Even a little witch like Qiu Zhang was slapped by him.

"what's going on?"

"Didn't the Dementors eat me?"

"Oh my god! I had a nightmare... Damn, it was this classroom! It wasn't even a nightmare!"

……

As many little wizards slowly woke up, they instinctively grabbed the chocolate juice and gulped it down. Ian also discovered that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher might still have some sense of propriety in his heart.

The influence of the Dementors did not leave any sequelae to everyone, but everyone might be depressed for several days because of the slight loss of happy emotions.

"very scary."

Michael was a black boy who grew up quickly and was a big guy among the first graders. However, he now looked like a quail, shivering.

Ian wanted to go over and comfort him, but he heard him say, "I actually have a feeling that Rebecca might not like me... Oh! This illusion is really terrible!"

Dogs don't deserve comfort.

Ian stopped.

He chose to turn around and comfort the royal groom in his dream. William was much more normal in comparison. When he woke up, he just muttered that there were hateful little guys occupying his room in the family, and he wanted to use them to make soup for Ian... Well, the loyal William might not be so normal.

Ian never thought that after just one night, he would sincerely hope that the so-called little guy was just a non-human from William's family, although that would also be quite creepy.

"What kind of bad friends are these!" Ian began to doubt his own social circle. He looked around and fortunately, most of the little wizards' nightmares were strange and even immoral.

This is the residual power of the Dementors.

Even if the victim is lucky enough to escape from the Dementors, he or she will still feel physically tired and weak, and may have various nightmares for several nights in a row.

Some potions that can make people feel happy can speed up recovery, but these potions are quite expensive. Even if Snape is not at school, Ian does not have the courage to go to Snape's office to look for them.

There were quite a few people lying in the classroom.

There was no one named Lily Potter or Harry Snape... The students had to suffer a lot. Ian quickly woke up every unconscious student.

Everyone felt a little cold.

She drank the chocolate juice Ian gave her.

"Lockhart is crazy! I'm going to tell my dad! Let my dad expel him!" I didn't expect that among the young wizards in Ravenclaw there would be a second-generation school leader like Malfoy.

"That's a Dementor! Waaaaah! I don't want to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class anymore!" There were also crying little wizards who developed a fear of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Everyone was very scared.

Even though Ian made a big promise like "The professor said that he would catch a Veela for us to practice Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future", one of the little wizards only choked up and looked up hesitantly and asked a question.

"One per person?"

Even this kind of inquiry was filled with hesitation, which showed that the young wizards felt a heavy psychological trauma. Fortunately, Ian had already considered this point with a considerate and warm heart.

"Where's the Dementor? Was it taken away by that Lockhart?"

William asked with lingering fear.

"Who knows..."

Ian's feigned doubtful response was actually very guilty.

His eyes were a little vague.

However, the two roommates who were still in shock did not realize that even the podium had disappeared in the empty classroom. After taking a deep breath, everyone left the classroom with trembling legs.

Many people were heading towards the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey would obviously not be at peace this afternoon, and no one knew how the fake professor would deal with this colleague who was so caring towards the young wizards.

"That's not what I want to consider!"

After lunch, when Ian and his two listless roommates returned to the dormitory, he was curious about where the real Gilderoy Lockhart had gone, and whether he would run into him in the hazy dreamland. Perhaps not, the Polyjuice Potion required a living person, so maybe Gilderoy Lockhart was being held somewhere by the fake professor?
of course.

Ian has little sympathy for the real Gilderoy Lockhart.

For this kind of person.

Perhaps being imprisoned and used as a hair extraction pig is what Gilderoy Lockhart deserves. Those who have been hurt by Gilderoy Lockhart would obviously be happy to see this.

If they still remember... The only thing that Ian found a little incredible was that Dumbledore actually allowed Aurora's grandfather to impersonate Gilderoy Lockhart.

Judging from the memories shown by Dumbledore before, the two people should have broken up. Aurora's grandfather has been imprisoned in the Nurmengard Castle in Austria.

Just let go?

The Ministry of Magic doesn't have the ability to supervise anyway, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with private prisons. After all, from Dumbledore's memory, Grindelwald was serving his sentence voluntarily.

I don't want to stay here anymore... who can stop me except Dumbledore?

"Perhaps it's because the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was murdered. It seems that it's not just because of the curse. There must be something worse behind it than I imagined."

"Voldemort or something else?" Ian felt that the man might be here to protect Aurora. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful that such a situation did not happen next year.

Nosed Tom would have been sorry to miss out on this.

"Maybe the curse won't work?"

Between the possibility of suffering for himself and his classmates for seven years and the desire for a surprise for Tom, who has no nose, Ian really wants to sacrifice himself and choose the latter.

of course.

This is not something he can decide.

"I'm going to the library, what about you guys?" Ian just went to the bathroom in the dormitory, and when he came out he found that his two groggy roommates had fallen asleep.

During these days when they had nightmares, it was obvious that too much sleep was not a good choice. However, Ian's slapping technique failed to work on them for the first time.

"Maybe I used it too much today, and the power is not enough." Ian simply tidied his bed and went to the Room of Requirement to check his treasures again. The library was his only resting place at noon as always, but today the library seemed to be less crowded.

As expected, news of what happened in today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has spread like wildfire. However, for those young wizards who have never experienced it themselves, some of them even think that the new Dark Arts teacher is really cool. It is not known whether it is just a case of Ye Gonghaogelong or a filter brought by Lockhart's fame.

Faced with a whispered discussion in the library, Madam Pince, as expected, showed her authority, and everyone returned to silence under the threat of the feather duster.

"Some unknown kind-hearted people saved these little wizards who had no idea what they were doing."

Ian just looked up at Madam Pince's "law enforcement" and then lowered his head to study alchemy, which was the course he was most interested in besides Charms and Transfiguration.

This is actually one of the elective courses at Hogwarts, but unfortunately for Ian, he needs to get excellent grades in Charms, Ancient Runes, and Transfiguration in the fifth-grade OWLs exams to be able to participate in the elective course taught by Professor Arthur King in the sixth grade.

This is an invisible professor who Ian has no impression of, but seems to have worked at Hogwarts for many years, along with other faculty members about whom Ian cannot find any information.

Of course, it is impossible for such a huge school to only have those people that Ian is familiar with.

Just like the mysterious ancient magic professor Bathsheda Barbling, Ian had not seen Professor Arthur King since school started. This made his plan of showing excellent alchemy talent, winning Professor Arthur King's favor and getting guidance go down the drain every day.

The results of the OWLs exam were certainly not a problem for Ian. His only flaw was that he was too young. Perhaps he could only have a chance to sneak into the alchemy class if he pulled out his seniors' hair to make polyjuice potion.

"Maybe I can skip the Potions class and take the Alchemy class instead." Ian had developed a great interest in biological alchemy due to his conversation with the Dark Arts teacher in the morning.

He spent the entire afternoon in the restricted book section looking up relevant documents and materials - although he had a superficial understanding before, most of it came from fragmentary information in books such as "Bloodline Origin".

"It's actually related to biomorphosis." Ian spent the whole afternoon in the library. He found that his two roommates had chosen to skip the flying class in the afternoon. Since he didn't need to bring any textbooks, Ian didn't choose to go back to his bedroom.

He just saved more than ten minutes to continue reading, but he never expected that his two roommates were still sleeping in the dormitory. This was probably the sequelae of encountering Dementors in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The achievement of skipping classes is quite rare for a young wizard from Ravenclaw. But in fact, it does not affect future studies much. After all, in Ian's opinion, there is no difference between attending and not attending the flying class, which is still teaching low-altitude flying, just like whether you take the motorcycle driver's license test or not, it does not affect you to just kick and run.

Until the dinner party.

Ian then noticed that his two roommates looked even uglier.

They didn't have a good appetite. Although he had a rare opportunity to avoid competing with his roommates for food, Ian didn't eat much of the chicken drumstick on his table.

Because he saw that at the Slytherin long table, the German girl would always stare at him from time to time, and the way she didn't move her cutlery was obviously because she was thinking about the delicious food he mentioned.

Ian was not the kind of person who talked nonsense. He looked at the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who was leisurely enjoying the food in his seat. He only went to find Aurora after the dinner ended and the professor left.

I originally wanted to ask William and Michael to go with me, but neither of them had any interest in eating at the dinner, let alone walking a long way to the Hogwarts kitchen.

"Let's go back to sleep... Oh, dreams can bring all kinds of things." I don't know why William and Michael said such things with frightened expressions.

Everyone knows that they will have nightmares.

Do you want to go back to sleep?
Sometimes Ian really felt that he was out of place in the slightly perverted dormitory. Fortunately, he had a friend who was at least normal most of the time.

"Your grandfather is at school!"

In the corridor outside the auditorium, as soon as he met Aurora, Ian revealed his disguise as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He wanted to see an expression of shock or surprise on Aurora's face.

Never thought about it.

"I already knew it just now. Grandfather said that you would probably come to me to complain, and asked me to remember what you cursed him with." Aurora's expression looked a little strange.

Perhaps it was because the word "complaint" was a word she chose hesitantly and temporarily?
"..."

Ian silently deleted all the prepared remarks in his mind. "How could I scold my professor? He is really malicious and presumptuous. I am only grateful to him for teaching me the Patronus Charm."

His voice became a little higher and he even pulled out a map to confirm the location.

"Ok."

Aurora nodded when she heard that.

"You said he had a dirty heart."

I even summarized it.

"!!!"

Ian's eyes widened immediately.

"No complaints!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately fell into the German girl's trap.

"Ok."

Aurora nodded again, showing how much she had learned. She imitated Ian's tone and said, "But you have to teach me the Patronus Charm."

Concise and clear words.

It gave Ian a very familiar sense of déjà vu.

"You are so evil! A cunning villain!"

Ian grumbled, but of course he didn't refuse. He looked in the direction of the eighth floor and said, "Actually, I haven't learned it completely yet, but it shouldn't be difficult for me to teach you."

"Anyway, we just finished dinner, and we can practice magic to help digest the food. Although I don't quite agree with your grandfather's teaching method, if you can learn the Patronus Charm tonight, I will let you see the Pokémon I picked up today." Ian said as he ran ahead.

After seeing Aurora following him, he did not forget to remind her, "That's a lost Dementor. You can't tell our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... Dementors are very dangerous to you. Just look at my two roommates and you will know. So you must learn the Patronus Charm first."

Aurora followed behind Ian and nodded.

"Isn't it dangerous for you?"

Her tone was full of curiosity.

"I feel like it's a puppy, so well-behaved... This is probably because I used to face the wind with a sword in hand!" Ian brought Aurora to the Room of Requirement.

Make sure there is no one around.

He then silently recited the name of the room where the things were hidden and took Aurora into it.

The door slowly closed and then gradually disappeared, and walked out of the owl shed in the far west tower, as if Gilderoy Grindelwald, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, had deliberately avoided it. He curled his lips at the location of the disappearing door, and then took the stairs back to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor.

"Whoo~"

The candles in the office lit up automatically.

Lights up the dim room.

Dumbledore, who had been away for some time but had now returned to school, was waiting here. He was leaning against the table with his head down, as if playing with something in his hands.

Gilderoy Grindelwald, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, was not surprised at all.

"The Ministry of Magic has lost a Dementor, Gellert, and we agreed not to break the law." Dumbledore looked up at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who walked in.

He frowned slightly.

Grindelwald, who had the body and appearance of Gilderoy Lockhart, tilted his head. His body remained the same, but his face began to distort and change with a crackling sound.

soon.

That old yet handsome face reappeared. This is a Transfiguration technique that few people can learn, and its difficulty is even second only to Animagus, one of the highest achievements of Transfiguration.

Transfiguration is a high level of magic that allows wizards to change their appearance, or even completely imitate another person. This Transfiguration is distinct from the Metamorphmagus and Polyjuice Potion, as it does not require innate ability or the aid of potions, but only requires advanced skills and knowledge. For some reason, the Hogwarts library lacks books on this subject, so it is clear that Ian had guessed wrongly in broad daylight why Grindelwald had changed his appearance.

"Your Ministry of Magic will not admit that they have lost anything, so the law remains firmly unbroken." Grindelwald walked to the desk.

His hands and torso were still that of a younger version of Lockhart.

In his early years, Gellert Grindelwald was proficient in the use of this magic. He used human transformation to disguise himself many times in order to reduce possible troubles or conduct some secret activities. Today, his physical functions may not be as good as before, but he has definitely reached a new peak in magical attainments and the application of various knowledge.

What limits wizards is never physical strength.

"There is no need to use Dementors to teach those young wizards. I asked you to come here just because I hope you can take good care of the students here when I'm not around instead of sending them to the school infirmary." Dumbledore looked directly into Grindelwald's eyes, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"The best care is to teach them how to survive." Grindelwald still seemed to have conflicting ideas with Dumbledore, but it was not an irreconcilable contradiction.

Dumbledore just frowned.

Did not continue to refute.

"Poppy has some complaints about you. She was very busy at noon today, but she did not choose to report you to the Ministry of Magic." The Poppy that Dumbledore was referring to was Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary.

"I will personally go and thank our school doctor. Who would refuse a famous writer who knows he is wrong but refuses to change his ways, but is sincere and brings gifts?"

Grindelwald's face changed into Gilderoy Lockhart again, but it only lasted for a few seconds before returning to normal. "I found that he is really popular in school. People's flattery makes me feel young and energetic again. It's a pity that when I brag about myself to them, I can only brag about Lockhart's story."

After repeated transformations several times, Grindelwald imitated his own posture in front of people. The human body transformation technique in Grindelwald's hands was like the innate instinct of a magical animal.

"First grade... it's still a little too early." Faced with his old friend's vivid imitation show, Dumbledore was more concerned about the education problems in Hogwarts.

He sighed heavily.

"But maybe you're right."

Although Dumbledore knew Grindelwald's teaching methods and content, which was certainly partly due to the two first-grade children, he could not guarantee that Grindelwald's educational concepts were absolutely wrong. After all, he had been on the edge of fear more than once in the past few days.

Storms may come.

Therefore, the means of self-protection are indeed something that young wizards should learn... Dumbledore pinched the little gadget in his hand, complex emotions flashed across his eyes, and finally he chose to adapt to the status quo, which was considered a compromise with his old friend that did not touch the bottom line.

"You know what I wouldn't want to see."

of course.

The necessary reminders are still needed.

"I will be very sensible." Grindelwald actually compromised. After all, the little wizards would just be depressed, which was far from the level he felt could force their potential.

"Do you have any clues about the letter that sent Ronnie Erich to his death?" Dumbledore did not continue to dwell on the issue of teaching methods, but his expression became more serious and cautious.

Grindelwald's expression became serious upon hearing this. He took out two letters from the drawer of his desk - letters with exactly the same appearance details but slight differences in content.

"Before I sent my letter, Ronnie received a forged letter. The person was really amazing. He even predicted what I would write and made changes that would not arouse suspicion... Even I, looking at his letter, could not tell that there was anything strange in it."

Grindelwald opened the two letters and laid out their contents on the table. Just as he said, there was no difference in the general contents or even the details of the two letters.

The only thing was that when it came to the instructions to Ronnie Erich, the forger used the excuse of greater interests to tamper with what Grindelwald was originally going to tell Ronnie Erich. Ronnie Erich chose to die at the hands of his students because he did not notice anything unusual.

"He asked Ronnie Erich to drink. This is obviously an oversight that will be discovered. If you let Ronnie Erich drink poison, I don't think Ronnie Erich will doubt your order."

Dumbledore stared at the two letters with flickering eyes, which still made him feel a little creepy. It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of prophet could do such a terrifying and accurate operation.

"Haha, don't treat me like any other professor you hired. You can't fail to see that." Grindelwald's eyes were also on the two letters that he had spread out on the table.

"It's like this forged letter was not taken away. It was still lying in the office drawer when I came. This is an absolutely confident mockery and a kind of contempt and disdain for me." Grindelwald's voice was very excited. "I will find this guy. He has issued an interesting challenge to me."

There were many emotions changing on his face.

The only thing he has no fear or timidity is.

"Is this mysterious guy in school?"

Dumbledore asked the question that concerned him most.

"I'm afraid he has never been here. If he could sneak in, how could he trick the little wizard into going to Hogsmeade? He can't be using a trick on us."

Grindelwald made a fairly reasonable judgment.

It’s similar to Dumbledore’s judgment.

The old bee nodded.

He threw the gadget he had been playing with onto the table in his office and said, "Back to our other problem. How many of these things are there?"

The sound of the collision was very crisp.

It is a small and exquisite locket jewelry.

The main part may be made of some precious metal, and the surface has been finely carved and polished, with gemstones inlaid on it emitting a faint luster. The luster is a bit dull, but you can tell at a glance that it is expensive, and there are some ancient characters and symbols carved on it, which are extremely delicate.

"I'm just pretending to be a writer. In fact, I'm just a prophet, Albus. You are too greedy. How can I know everything in this world?" Grindelwald had no intention of checking. He seemed to be very disgusted with the things on the table. He even moved the chair under his butt away from the ancient and mysterious locket on the table.

"I can only tell you that there should be more than one." Grindelwald's words were exactly what Dumbledore was worried about. Although he had long known that the stubborn man many years ago might have used this method to escape death, he never thought that the crazy guy would dare to cut his own soul multiple times.

This will ultimately lead to an irreversible fate.

It is also a very troublesome problem for living people.

“The hidden dangers are too great.”

Dumbledore stared at the locket on the table with twinkling eyes.

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of your student? I've never seen you so anxious before." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and said in a relaxed and teasing tone, "Why do you have to do it yourself? Even if you escape death once, death will always come countless times. Those who cheat the god of death will not have a good ending in the end."

His words of comfort were soft and gentle.

But Dumbledore's brow did not relax.

"I know what you're worried about, Albus. With me here with you, the students here will be truly safe. The only thing we have to worry about is..."

Grindelwald was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Can you see anything else?"

Dumbledore continued to persist, with a look of help in his eyes.

Grindelwald was slightly stunned.

But he still sighed and shook his head in response, "In fact, the reason I can see this disgusting thing is because it is related to a pain you will have to endure in the future."

"It was because of my handshake with you that I saw it... Even though my research on fate is far ahead of yours, the more detailed the prophecy, the stronger the connection I need to have with the target of the prophecy." Grindelwald seemed to be suppressing his inner resistance and placed his hand on the locket.

One of his eyes changed color for just a moment.

"Why don't you go ask our Lord Dark Lord in person? He is there, in the forests of Albania... Tsk tsk, the evil Dark Lord is hunting a rat."

"It's a real mouse." Grindelwald said in a joking tone as he withdrew his hand, walked to the sink and vigorously washed his palms.

He truly felt contempt and disgust for a guy like Voldemort. If the Horcrux was really that useful, how could there be only a few users?

There has never been a shortage of brilliant people in history.

"Remember what I have done for you, Albus. I feel that I will also be tainted with misfortune if I touch this kind of thing." Grindelwald shook off the water stains on his hands and walked back.

"I know he's there."

Dumbledore spoke quietly at this time.

"..."

Grindelwald's expression stiffened a little.

"unlucky!"

In the end, he could only vent his anger on the locket on the table.

"We can't catch him there. He escapes faster than anyone else. Moreover, if he knew we had discovered his secret, he would become more timid and cautious than anyone else." Dumbledore looked at the locket on the table. The evil aura of dark magic and the soul on it had not yet been dealt with.

"I will search along the trajectory of his life. If you make any new discoveries, please remember to tell me." Dumbledore said as he walked towards the door.

"of course."

Looking at Dumbledore's back as he walked towards the gate, Grindelwald's thoughts seemed to go back to the early morning of several days ago, and the scenes he had seen at that time emerged in his mind.

"Albus, I choose to help you as always." Grindelwald seemed to be responding to Dumbledore's request, but his eyes turned white silently as if he was reviewing the information from a few days ago.

It was a strange ring sealed in a dilapidated old house somewhere.

"Thank you, Gellert. I just wanted you to take care of the school and not do too much, okay?" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and reminded.

Grindelwald's eyes had already returned to normal.

"No student will die."

Grindelwald smiled.

"..."

Dumbledore sighed even louder. He stood at the door with one hand on the door handle. After hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth to ask Grindelwald.

"Is Gilderoy Lockhart still alive? He was supposed to be the replacement professor at the school. I never thought that you would find a replacement right after I left."

"I also thought of arranging a less busy position for you."

Although the fact that Dumbledore invited Gilderoy Lockhart already shows that Dumbledore had selected the consumables, his style of doing things is still somewhat different from Grindelwald's.

"I just want a position of my own choosing."

Done.

Grindelwald continued.

"In fact, I am very willing to share with you my memories of Gilderoy Lockhart. If you have also seen the things in his mind, you will definitely approve of my arrangement for Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Don't worry, he's not dead. I promised you that I would only kill dark wizards..." Grindelwald's words made Dumbledore nod his head, and he opened the door and walked out without asking any more questions. Seeing the door slowly close, Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes as if he was a little tired.

Dealing with Dumbledore was not easy.

"The Resurrection Stone, Albus can't see this kind of thing... Well, I hope Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart will be satisfied with my arrangement for him."

Just when Grindelwald was resting.

Austria.

Night falls.

Nurmengard Castle seemed to be gently covered by a mysterious black veil. The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the ancient and mottled stone walls, adding a bit of gloom and beauty to the abandoned castle. The castle under the moonlight had a clear outline, and the towers soared into the clouds, but for some reason it has been desolate until now.

Many people don't dare to get close.

Even the Ministry of Magic officials in charge here are the same.

most of the time.

The branches and leaves of the trees cast mottled shadows in the moonlight. The forest around the castle was particularly quiet at night, with only the occasional calls of night birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

But today is a little different. Even the atmosphere today makes the local Ministry of Magic staff who are far away and can only use some equipment like telescopes to observe feel a little confused.

What was he yelling behind the bars? Such an unusual reaction made their daily goal of drinking tea, playing chess and getting paid for most of their lives seem different from the past.

"Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Albus Dumbledore came to register for a visit not long ago?"

Someone made a guess.

then.

Several officials from the Ministry of Magic looked at each other, suddenly realized what was going on, and started playing wizard chess again. They no longer observed the castle which was very, very far away from them.

It's not that I'm negligent.

The task assigned by their superiors was to play chess here and just take a look every few hours. Whether that person was still inside or not was not something they needed to worry about.

after all.

Everyone knows what the current Austrian Minister of Magic did before. They all get paid to make a living. Even if there is no one inside, they will just assume that the person is sleeping under the bed. If they really need to go over to check, no one will go. Is it because the salary is not high enough or life is not precious enough?

"Let me out! This is a conspiracy! This is persecution!"

"You can't do this! I want to see Dumbledore! I want to see Dumbledore!"

The gate of Nurmengard Castle was closed, and the rust on the iron gate shone dimly under the moonlight. The path in front of the gate had long been covered with weeds and vines.

Behind the heavy iron windows.

"Grindelwald" was holding the window and yelling at the top of his lungs. However, in the unguarded Nurmengard Castle, the only company he had was the locked iron door and the sound of the waves outside the iron window. A simple unlocking spell would solve the problem, but even if he hadn't lost his wand, he probably wouldn't be able to perform such a simple magic.

Perhaps it was the Forgetfulness Charm that made Gilderoy Lockhart forget his past during the plundering. After all, he spent most of his life stealing other people's glory and living in other people's past.

now.

In fact, fate was not too harsh on Gilderoy Lockhart. It once again responded to Gilderoy Lockhart's needs and gave him a truly glorious past for him to immerse himself in.

How amazing.

……

Aurora's talent is really amazing.

At least she was better than most of the young wizards Ian had seen. She could even learn it quickly if the Shadowless God taught her. But for some reason she couldn't control the Patronus Charm.

Ian chose to use an empty room to teach Aurora. However, during practice, despite his detailed instructions, Aurora's wand only maintained the state of having silver threads.

Several hours of practice.

There are still very few and not much increase.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Aurora failed in her last attempt. She held her wand tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her mind and recall the warm and happy moments in her life. Her wand only flashed at the tip, emitting a small stream of faint silver light, and then nothing happened.

Like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky.

"It's okay, take your time. Maybe I'm too inexperienced now and I didn't teach you well enough. Of course, you must not be happy enough. This kind of thing is easy to solve... Just wait, I'll ask my good uncle Snape to make a pot of happiness potion for you." Ian was still comforting Aurora when he left the Room of Requirement.

"Is there a happy potion for practicing the Patronus Charm?" Aurora didn't really care. She just frowned and tried hard to recall various recipes.

"Well, the Half-Blood Prince really can't be used as Doraemon, so let's create more happy memories. Maybe eating hot pot will become a happy memory for you!"

Ian took Aurora to the kitchen where the house elves were always present.

"What is Doraemon?" Aurora followed closely. As she walked into the corridor before the kitchen, she looked around curiously at the paintings that were different from those in other corridors.

"It's a happy memory of mine." Ian tickled the pear on the huge painting. The pear giggled and dodged, turning into a green door handle.

Aurora was very surprised.

Ian waited for the pear to return to its original shape so that she could tickle it again - the door was opened, and the enthusiastic house-elves would respond to every little wizard who could find the Hogwarts kitchen.

"There are so many house-elves!" Aurora was shocked to see the room full of alien heads. She had probably never seen so many house-elves gathered together. Indeed, there were more than a hundred house-elves in Hogwarts who were responsible for various tasks.

Even families with deep roots don’t have similar cards.

Most wizarding families are considered to have a privileged life if they have an elf. Even a wealthy family like the Malfoy family does not have the financial means to keep too many house-elves.

To know.

Although the house-elves are tamed and obedient, most of them have extremely strong magic, even far exceeding many adult graduated wizards. Except for places like Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic will not allow any family to privately own such an "army".

"Little wizard! Little wizard!"

Saw someone coming in.

All the house-elves turned their heads, their faces filled with joy and anticipation, and they bowed to the two people in unison, as if they had rehearsed it before.

"Mr. Prince brought his friend who doesn't follow the school rules!" The rabbi obviously still knew Aurora and had already remembered the fact that Aurora didn't follow the school rules.

"Hot pot! Same old rules! Cut the meat thinner! Add more chili!" Ian walked to his old seat with familiarity. The house-elves had already set up the copper cauldron here.

This was a scene that would definitely make Snape die of rage. Bone soup, chili peppers, ginger slices and other seasonings were skillfully added into the cauldron by the house-elves.

The fragrance spreads quickly.

The soup in the pot was boiling, the red flames were dancing on the surface of the soup, and the elves took turns to come forward and bring all kinds of ingredients to the table with exquisite silver tableware. There were rare mushrooms picked from the depths of the forbidden forest, fresh vegetables directly supplied by the school every day, and specially processed meat.

Every ingredient was processed just right. Professional things should be done by professionals. Ian might be able to achieve such great knife skills, but it is impossible for him to perform well in seasoning.

While waiting for the ingredients to cook, Aurora smelled the fragrance in the air and couldn't help sniffing, then looked around at the house elves who seemed to have something to do. These elves wore the same uniform - a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest printed on it.

They wrapped the tea towels around themselves as robes, and moved around them busily and orderly, making some food while also acting as the most attentive waiters for the two people.

"This is Mr. Prince's favorite beef slices! The Habbit cuts them very thinly!" An old elf brought a plate. In addition to the beef as thin as a cicada's wing, there were also some seafood.

It probably wasn’t fished out of the Black Lake.

"Perhaps Hufflepuff students are much happier than us." Aurora watched the house-elves making delicious food, and she roughly guessed where these delicacies would be sent.

"Hufflepuffs never go hungry. That's their house motto." Ian answered while blanching the beef. In fact, each college has its own geographical advantages.

"Eat this!"

He threw the scalding beef into Aurora's bowl.

Aurora, who had not eaten much for dinner, immediately picked up the beef slices with a fork and put them into her mouth.

“It tastes pretty good.”

Her eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes, it tastes good. Come, eat more." While Ian was eating himself, he did not forget to pick up some food for Aurora, especially those covered in soup.

Ian's hospitality gradually made Aurora, who was busy eating, realize that something was wrong.

"I want to drink!"

Aurora didn't know when she started eating, but she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her mouth and stomach, so she quickly asked the elf Rabbi for a glass of lemonade.

The elf Rabbi had no idea that he had escaped a disaster last night, and he happily made a glass of fresh lemonade for Aurora. After accepting Aurora's praise, he went to do other things.

only.

In its mouth, Aurora still did not have her own name, but was just "a friend of Mr. Prince who violated school rules but also liked to drink lemonade like Mr. Prince."

"How can you say you can feel happy when it's so spicy?" Aurora's face turned red from the spiciness. She kept sticking out her tongue while drinking lemonade, tilting her head in confusion.

“Happiness usually takes time to settle.”

Ian saw that Aurora was getting a little dizzy from the spiciness. He finally put down the chopsticks in his hand with satisfaction, stopped picking food for Aurora, and focused on his own eating.

"By the way, you can also eat some of this, it's called See You Tomorrow...it probably helps with your bowel movements."

……

The moonlight is like a wash.

Silver light fell on the tower. The windows flickered brightly in the night, and then with the gentle footsteps of the night, one by one they slowly went out and fell silent.

The ghosts of Hogwarts ushered in their castle time, and the little wizards, after washing away their fatigue, became visitors of the dreamland, and acted as the protagonists of the adventure in their own world.

Ian is a rare exception.

Unlike those students who chose to spend the night wandering, he sent Aurora back to Slytherin House and gave her a mysterious smile before slowly returning to the Ravenclaw common room.

But after returning to the dormitory, he washed up and went to bed early to sleep. The destination he was going to tonight was a land different from his dreams.

Before going to sleep.

Ian put three boxes of Chocolate Frogs into his bed, and after thinking for a while he added a few bags of Bibi Every Flavour Beans and jelly slugs. Everything was packed into a huge bag.

Snacks, recycled second-hand textbooks, eggs of the curled-winged demon, and an old-fashioned camera borrowed from a senior... Ian looked like he was going to go camping in his own bed.

If most of the books borrowed from the library were not impossible to copy in pairs, Michael, who got up in the middle of the night to pee, might have exclaimed that Ian was the kind of person who secretly studied hard under the covers - there was no way, because Ian had promised to bring as much current knowledge as possible to Teacher Morgan.

Gifts from other people must be included. In order to avoid the possibility of not being able to bring out the things he brought in, Ian spent a lot of money to buy books that the seniors didn't want. Such concerns also made him choose to give up bringing the book "Mind Control: From Legilimency to Soul Stealing" after considering for a long time.

Although it was very useful for uncovering Mr. Morgan's disguise, Ian didn't want to feel Madam Pince's feather duster, nor did he want to be on the library's blacklist.

"I hope they won't go off the track again. Maybe Teacher Mara can figure out how Aurora's grandfather managed to circumvent my magic this morning..."

Ian kept mumbling to himself, his eyes gradually becoming heavy, and he slowly turned from drowsiness to wakefulness. The familiar feeling brought him across the boundary between life and death once again.

"My dear teacher! Have you had dinner?"

Open your eyes again.

The magnificent hall was the castle of the familiar witch - Ian immediately looked in the direction of the bench, and sure enough, the witch was flipping through a book boredly and looking up at him.

"It seems that you have traveled to a new area." I don't know if it was judged based on time. It is unlikely. After all, Ian's seven days may be seven days in a misty fantasy, or it may be three months in a misty fantasy. Here, the concept of time is always separated from the real world and has no rules.

"Teacher, here are the snacks and new books I brought for you." Ian threw some snacks onto the table, but the witch only looked at the textbooks.

No excitement.

Instead, I feel a little disgusted.

"If this is all the knowledge you have in your time, then you may have regressed to the primitive stage." The witch made a sharp comment on the Hogwarts textbooks.

This is different from Snape's sharp and direct tone.

"In fact, these are all enlightenment education. There are many rare books that I dare not bring in. If I can't take them back, I may be severely punished."

Ian answered truthfully.

"Your magic."

The witch looked Ian up and down and frowned, "Hasn't reached your limit yet?"

Her words startled Ian slightly.

He couldn't help but look at his personal panel.

Name: Ian Prince

Occupation: Blood Warlock

Magic power: Level 8 (explosive transition)

Skill: [Wisdom Enlightenment [This skill cannot be upgraded]]

……

"What is the limit?"

Ian felt there was some kind of message in the witch's words.

"You'll feel it when you reach that point. It should be soon. The aftertaste of the golden apple will disappear by then." The witch seemed to be able to see the magic power in Ian's body through his.

"What will happen when you reach your limit?" This is actually what Ian was concerned about. The witch looked at him and propped up her face on the long table with one hand.

"Maybe you will explode with a bang, and then come here to accompany me forever." She smiled and her tone was full of teasing.

"I want to live a few more decades..."

Ian smiled awkwardly.

The witch did not continue to tease him, but supported her face and explained, "Any wizard whose magic power reaches its limit will have a clearer perception of the hazy illusion, and can even sense whether the person he wants to see has arrived. I think you may be more special than us."

The legendary witch was obviously just guessing.

"The last time I visited Ms. Ravenclaw," Ian said, and then he remembered that this was a witch who existed even longer than Hogwarts. He quickly explained, "Ms. Ravenclaw is one of the founders of Hogwarts."

Hear the words.

The witch nodded.

Holding up the book he was reading, the author's name on it was exactly Rowena Ravenclaw. This former founder had left many books for future generations.

"Ms. Ravenclaw seems to be certain that my Animagus is a raven. Do you know why?" Ian has actually been thinking about what happened at that time.

"Because you jump like a bird?"

The witch did not give Ian the answer he wanted.

"A very powerful witch. What did she teach you?"

She raised an eyebrow and changed the subject.

"Transfiguration."

Ian looked at the wall. The witch raised her hand, and the picture frame that was specially used by him turned into a magic wand and flew into Ian's hand. Then he reported his learning results to his teacher.

A display.

Ian smiled broadly, ready to receive the compliment.

however.

"That's perfect. You're already qualified at this level now. Maybe you can start repairing my guards... if you keep learning the alchemy I taught you."

The witch's eyes became scrutinizing. She never expected that after showing off her current improvement, she would immediately receive a tiring job that was probably quite labor intensive.

This is what happens when you are capable?!

"Of course I learned, and I also produced some very good works, but I didn't have enough time to make a second copy." Ian hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively.

"Perhaps I can help you repair those damaged guards next time I come? Today I want to go to the town to see Ariana and Pandro."

"I have a greeting from Ariana's family that I need to bring to her." Ian thought the witch would at least be unhappy, but he didn't expect the witch to just curl her lips and nodded in agreement.

“This is your mission.”

She didn't even wonder what was going on. She just looked at Ian again with a slightly strange look, and then spoke in an amazed tone.

"I really didn't expect you to be so patient. You're still holding back your bad thoughts until now. I thought you should have given up five minutes ago."

A very abrupt comment.

Ian was a little stunned.

He reacted quickly.

"This must be mind reading, right? No! This is soul stealing!" Ian originally wanted to create a scene, but he didn't expect that the unsportsmanlike witch would point it out first.

"You need to read my mind for those little thoughts?"

The witch rolled her eyes.

"Since you showed up, you've been calling me teacher instead of teacher Mara... I was just trying to trick you, but I didn't expect you to actually find something."

She smiled happily.

It was as if Ian had taken over all her happiness for several months.

"Did you learn this when you were retrieving the mirror for me? Soul Stealing... Well, that kid really understood it. It seems like you really put your heart into helping me find the mirror."

The witch looked at Ian with approval.

Of course Ian wouldn't explain.

"I encountered some trouble when using this magic. A professor used some kind of molting method to resist my mental invasion."

He wanted to know more about how to trick old Biden from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next time.

"Tsk tsk, you even want to control the professor. You are really getting worse and worse." The witch's eyes flashed with surprise and she tore off a tiny piece from her dress.

"I guess your professor is very familiar with Legilimency, but his method is not very sophisticated. He just created a deformed creature to mislead your mind."

"Well, maybe he is also proficient in human transformation." The piece of dress that the witch threw to Ian was obviously the solution. Ian immediately took it in his hands as if he had found a treasure.

"Thank you, my mentor... maybe I should call you Mr. Morgan?" Ian looked at the small piece of dress in his hand, and was already looking forward to the next black magic communication class.

"My apprentice, didn't you find anything else besides this?" The witch looked at the other two snacks and chocolate frog that Ian brought.

"I also discovered that my senior sister actually regretted her betrayal. She felt guilty towards you all her life." Ian blinked and spoke uncertainly.

"I know that... I did it on purpose." The witch still kept the posture of reading with one hand supporting her face, looking a little lazy, with a bright smile on her delicate and beautiful face.

"In fact, I wasn't dead when she died."

Good guy!
Case solved!
No wonder I didn’t see that cheap senior sister here.

"????"

Ian has a new understanding of bad women.

Poor senior sister.

I'm afraid I will die with regrets.

(End of this chapter)