Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 96 95: Happy Potion! The Young Man Who Controls the Phoenix

The experience of my cheap senior sister is indeed pitiful.

A lifetime of guilt.

A lifetime feeling of guilt and sadness that cannot be forgiven by oneself.

Who could have imagined that in the end all this was just a punishment from the witch Morgan - how thoroughly must one control people's hearts to set up such a cunning scheme!
Isn't it said that Morgan only trains gold medal fighters for the enemy? The books in the library are not chat records or Moments. Can the records in the biographies be false?

Ian felt sorry for his cheap senior sister for three seconds. Of course, he felt that he was the most pitiful one... After all, the way the evil witch punished disobedient students was really vicious. If he didn't want to have the same fate as the beautiful queen senior sister, he must not let this petty-minded evil witch get hold of anything.

Seeing that the witch was still holding up her face and looking at him, Ian immediately became alert and chose to take side.

"Senior sister has committed many evil deeds in her life. It is obvious that she deserves such punishment. Teacher, you are obviously doing this with good intentions. I think she will learn a lesson in her next life."

Ian felt that his quick reaction was quite swift.

however.

The witch raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do you think I'm punishing her? Haha, it's because I learned her soul-stealing skills that I have a certain fondness for her."

It has to be said that this is a very tricky angle. If it is not a punishment, then how can it be called a reward? Ian was completely unable to react and figure out how to defend himself.

"Isn't that your Imperius?" He could only try to change the subject. At this moment, Ian finally understood how easy it was to deal with the girls in Hogwarts.

"I have been studying the soul, not controlling other people's consciousness. This is just a branch at best, but it is not bad for you to learn for the time being."

"She actually does have some talent." The witch's expression showed a hint of nostalgia, as if she was reminiscing about the past when she was still alive.

Hearing this, Ian blinked and moved closer to the witch.

"What about me? Do I have a talent?"

He didn't necessarily want to compare anything, he was just curious whether wizards in the distant past were better than they are now or whether they just followed the rules of evolution of the times.

"If you can use your little pig head to learn what I teach you as soon as possible and repair the guards damaged by the bad guys, I will admit that you are my best student." The witch did not hit Ian, but spoke happily. In this respect, she is much more likable than Snape.

Anyway, Ian was very happy.

"Maintaining the 'activation' attribute for a long time is a difficult problem, but it will definitely not be difficult for me." Ian looked at his alchemy skill that was about to be upgraded and was very confident.

"The application of Transfiguration is the key. Alchemy and Transfiguration are closely related. After all, when alchemy was first developed, it wanted to touch the realm that belonged exclusively to God."

The witch yawned.

"Teacher, are you sleepy? Can the soul also be sleepy?"

Ian was a little surprised.

The witch looked at him and said, "I'm just a little bored. Perhaps I've stayed here too long. Maybe you should bring me some interesting books."

This is clearly a request.

"How about the secrets of cutting-edge dark magic?" Ian felt that the only things in the book Aurora gave him were some curses that he hadn't learned yet. Maybe he could find some time to go to Hogsmeade village.

"What I want is a book with a lot of twists and turns in the story that can help me kill time." The witch squinted at Ian and snorted in a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"Do you think I'm the kind of dark witch who likes to learn dark magic?"

Faced with this obviously bomb-level question, Ian immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"I see, you want to read some books like 'Three Wild Men', 'The Domineering Witch Fell in Love with Me', and 'The Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Man He Has to Talk About'!"

Ian has always had a good understanding.

The witch immediately nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, that's right. My apprentice, it's boring enough to stay here. You can't slander me like others do."

"I don't like studying black magic. I just like teaching others black magic. It's just a hobby." This woman seemed to be unaware that this was much more evil than studying black magic.

Ian didn't dare to comment further.

He immediately started to ask about his well-being and say auspicious words, but probably because of the so-called "slander" just now, the petty witch Morgan began to casually examine his alchemy learning progress. Fortunately, Ian never slacked off in his alchemy research, so the witch Morgan didn't seize the opportunity to punish him slightly.

"Aren't you curious about why I was obsessed with that mirror after I died?" The witch asked suddenly, which stunned Ian who was secretly relieved after passing the test.

The witch did not wait for his answer. She spoke softly as if she was asking herself, "That mirror holds a secret. I think I just figured it out not long ago."

There was a hint of emotion in her tone, as well as some... subtle sadness. For a witch like Morgan, it was incredible that Ian could sense such emotions.

"Is it a secret between life and death?"

Ian's curiosity was piqued.

The witch sighed softly, her eyes fell on him, she just stared at him for a moment, then looked outside at the dreamland that was always dark, as if there had never been a sunny day.

"It is the fickleness of fate, my apprentice."

It seems that many people always like to mention this word. The more powerful the wizard, the more awe-inspiring his tone is. However, there is more of an indescribable sadness in the witch's voice.

Something to do with King Arthur or Merlin?
Ian felt that the witch might not give him an answer to such private matters even if he asked. However, how could one know the answer to some things without trying?

Ian was about to ask a question.

The witch raised a finger to interrupt him.

"Maybe you should go to your friend's town."

She obviously didn't want to continue discussing this topic, so Ian was very tactful and chose to shut up immediately. However, he still had two questions in his mind that he needed to ask the legendary witch.

"Teacher, I would like to ask you two more things." Ian calculated in his mind how long he could stay. Since his magic power was upgraded, he could almost stay in this land for half a day.

"You ask."

The Witch Queen leaned against the back of the bench, her hands resting on either side of the chair.

She sat elegantly and calmly, with her long hair casually draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, adding a touch of unruly and wild beauty to her luxurious and beautiful appearance.

"It's like this, I'm learning a magic, but it seems I've hit a bottleneck."

Ian saw the look from Witch Morgan. The magic wand transformed from the picture frame in his hand was still there, so he simply waved the wand and chanted a spell.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

It was not as handy as his own, but it was still useful. A silver substance flashed at the tip of the wand, but the light was still floating around like mist.

The flickering silver light only expanded and filled, failing to fully exert the power of the Patronus Charm.

Even though the entire castle had changed from darkness to a fairy-tale hue in the silver light due to Ian's continuous output, the data on his personal panel remained as stable as a rock.

[Patronus Charm (Level 0) 49/50]

There was no trend of going any further. Ian really couldn't understand this situation. He had clearly understood this magic very thoroughly without any omissions.

"You may also be suitable for a magic called [Mirage Reappearance]... But that will have to wait until you have repaired my guard." Morgan Witch's eyes were like the deep night sky, quietly watching this scene, her tone somewhat amazed and sighing, "You are not lacking in happiness, but you lack the key to form this magic."

Very sharp evaluation.

It was completely consistent with Ian's growing feelings.

"Yes, my professor said that the Patronus Charm summons a soul mate, who comes from the same place as the Dementors and is a companion who will pave the way for the wizard after his death."

Ian explained Grindelwald's theories, including Grindelwald's views on Dementors. He felt that the legendary witch who had become dead should know more about this than Grindelwald.

"Your professor is very good at research. It seems that there are still some very talented wizards in later generations." The legendary witch raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Her words clearly confirmed Grindelwald's views on the Patronus Charm and Dementors.

"So, teacher, where is my soul mate?" Ian blinked and mentioned the doubts he had expressed to Grindelwald again to his mentor in the hazy dreamland.

Compared to Grindelwald's previous confusion and doubt, the legendary witch had a subtle smile on her face, as if she was not at all surprised that Ian could not summon a patronus.

"Every wizard has his or her soul mate. You might as well guess why you don't have one." The witch's tone was somewhat teasing.

Ian blinked.

"Could it be that my soul mate fell in love with a wild patronus and was abducted?" His response was obviously something the witch had not expected.

"..."

The witch's expression froze for a moment, and then she sighed, "What on earth are you thinking about every day? How come you always come up with all these weird and weird ideas?"

She covered her forehead with her hands, not knowing whether it was because of Ian's answer that she felt a headache. "Soulmates will not be abducted by wild guardian gods, because there are no wild guardian gods. Only when a dead human walks forward and faces the choice between two paths, the soul of this person will give birth to the guardian god you mentioned... It will guide the soul that made the choice and experience a life that has never been experienced before."

"This period of life... is called a wizard."

Witch Morgan sat on the bench and looked up at Ian.

"So, my apprentice, you shouldn't ask me why you don't have a soul mate... but ask yourself, what is the difference between you and other wizards."

Her eyes seemed to be able to see through the essence of everything in the world.

Although the witch's voice was always soft, the information revealed in her words was extremely explosive. Ian was so shocked that his heart was overwhelmed and he could only look away from her sight.

He felt a little guilty.

Some secrets may be revealed, but some secrets can only remain secrets... At this moment, in addition to being shocked, Ian probably knew why he could not summon the patronus.

As a time traveler.

Perhaps he lacks the same...reincarnation as those other wizards?
"Can the dead return to the world again? As a wizard?" This was Ian's way of changing the subject, but it was also something that Ian found extremely incredible.

"exactly."

The witch nodded slightly.

"Reincarnation? Is it possible?"

Ian still felt a little strange.

"Yeah... can it be like this?" The witch seemed speechless at Ian's repeated confirmation. She stared at Ian, but her expression was a little weird and inexplicable.

"To be honest, you are the last person who should ask this question..."

A very puzzling sentence.

Before Ian could continue to use his Hundred Thousand Whys combo.

The witch glanced at Ian's bulging bag and said, "It's time to ask the next question. After that, you need to leave half of the food in your luggage. Some people don't deserve to eat it. You can only bring one portion to the little girl. If you let me know what benefits you gave to the executioner..."

"hehe."

The witch didn't finish her words, but the sneer on her face made Ian know what she meant.

After learning the witch's identity, he once again felt the witch's genuine disgust and dissatisfaction with Pandro, and he felt as if he had solved some kind of identity puzzle.

perhaps?

perhaps?

"The second question is actually very simple. Teacher, you have done a lot of research on potions. In your time, were there any potions that could make people feel infinite happiness?"

Ian did not forget that his good friend was also unable to cast the Patronus Charm. He had figured out that the Half-Blood Prince certainly could not concoct a happiness potion that could take a shortcut.

Otherwise.

He had already used it for himself.

Why do you have such a gloomy face every day as if you are in menopause?

"A potion that makes people feel happy?"

The witch looked Ian up and down, without asking why. She just showed a look of sudden realization, and then began to tear her dress again with a bright smile.

"Um... Teacher, can't you just write on those old books I brought? Although I can't take things out of this world, I should be able to take back the things I brought in."

Ian had actually wanted to ask this question a long time ago.

"Are you disgusted by my things?"

The witch sounded dissatisfied.

Ian watched the witch's smile disappear, looked up, and quickly continued to explain, "I just think that this method should be considered a consumption for you? After all, your dress has never grown back. If possible, I don't want you to get hurt for me."

Words of concern.

The witch's expression softened a bit.

"You will know the meaning of doing this, but not today... Perhaps you should have more trust in your teacher, which will eventually make you grateful to me at some point."

The witch's tone was full of meaning as she handed another piece of her dress to Ian.

"Of course I trust you, just like I trust my mother." Ian has already obtained two pieces of dress fragments today. He feels that if this continues, sooner or later he will be able to see the witch shivering with cold.

"Why do I remember you saying you were an orphan?"

The witch squinted at Ian.

Not swearing.

It's better than cursing.

"..."

Ian didn't even dare to curse in his heart. He looked down at the piece of dress in his hand, on which was recorded a very complicated recipe for brewing a potion.

"After reading your textbooks, I have a rough idea of ​​what materials are left in your time. I think you should be able to find the materials above in your time."

"I have improved some materials that may no longer be common, and have also made some modifications to the effects of the potion. This will be a very, very long-lasting... happiness potion."

The witch's dress was missing a large piece, but she didn't seem to care.

“How long-lasting is it?”

Ian casually stuffed the dress scraps into his robe.

"Don't keep your friends waiting."

The witch did not respond, but turned and walked towards the castle. Ian looked at the witch's lonely back and felt that he should make a few more magical pets for the witch while he was repairing the guards. Perhaps the days in the hazy fantasy world were really hard to endure, and having a few interesting pets should be able to pass the time.

An alchemical cat that automatically weaves stories might be a pet that a witch would like.

"My alchemy is the most meaningful alchemy. It can not only benefit the living but also help the dead!" Ian did not dare to disobey the witch's warning. He left a bunch of snacks on the long table and only took Ariana's portion. Then he put on his much lighter bag and ran out of the empty and gloomy castle.

"Pandro might blame me, but Morgan might really turn me into a pig to punish me." When it came to the safety of his friends and himself, Ian chose the latter.

He walked along the dim ancient road.

In front.

The quiet jungle with clear blue skies is not far away.

Every piece of land in the misty fantasy is actually connected together, but just like animals divide up their territories, the souls that stay here live in their own exclusive areas for a long time.

Every soul will affect the area where it lives, so the boundary between the two territories looks very divided. Even with just one step, Ian could feel the temperature change a lot.

The same goes for the scenery.

Crossing a barren meadow, the path under my feet gradually became soft and full of vitality. Compared with the dark clouds and haze on Mr. Morgan's side, when Ian crossed the border, a fresh air rushed towards him, and the fallen leaves and twigs gently echoed. It was as if a horror story had turned into a fairy tale.

“It’s still this kind of environment that cultivates one’s mood.”

Ian heard the sound of running water in the jungle.

I saw huge trees standing tall and dense, their branches and leaves interweaving into a green sky, blocking most of the sunlight, allowing only tiny spots of light to penetrate and spread a layer of glittering golden carpet on the ground. All kinds of wild flowers, red, yellow, and blue, bloomed, like a beautiful painting unfolding before my eyes.

"Teacher Morgan doesn't have any wild fruits to eat!" Ever since Ian had eaten the golden apples that Pandro brought back not long ago, he always felt that he could encounter other magical fruits in the misty fantasy. When he saw a very tall green fruit tree, Ian climbed up without saying a word.

"The color of this fruit can obviously increase Avada proficiency. It's the Avada fruit."

Ian, who still couldn't cast spells without a wand, hung himself on a tall tree. He used his hands to hold on to the branches and finally picked a fruit with some difficulty.
however.

After taking a bite, he spat several times in a row and immediately threw the fruit in his hand away in disgust.

"This should be called bitter fruit!" Just as he was about to climb down, Ian was somewhat surprised to find that the fruit he threw away hit a stranger on the head.

"Ok?"

That was a young man.

When he was hit on the head by a half-eaten fruit, he was squatting on the ground picking up something. The shiny object was exactly the piece of dress that fell out of Ian's robe.

"This is what you dropped."

The young man saw Ian sliding down from the fruit tree, but he did not blame him. Instead, he smiled and handed the pieces of dress he had picked up back to Ian.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were down there."

Ian quickly put away the "text" given by Teacher Mara, and this time put it directly into the inner bag of his robe, and quickly apologized to the wanderer soul that was hit.

This was a young man who was much taller than Ian and looked very handsome. He had a healthy wheat-colored complexion and a straight nose. His appearance made Ian feel slightly familiar.

But he was very sure that he had never seen this soul.

"Do you live nearby?"

Ian was wary that the other person might be a bad soul pretending to be a good person, but he was also curious.

"You look very different from us. What a unique and terrifying gift."

The young man did not answer Ian's question immediately, but looked at the little wizard in front of him with some surprise. Just when Ian was thinking about how to fool or explain that he was a living person.

"I don't live here. In fact, I'm preparing to go to the next stage of my journey." The young man answered Ian's question and didn't pay much attention to Ian's abnormality. For a soul that has given up its obsession, the appearance of a living person in the hazy illusion obviously wouldn't make him care too much.

"I just want to see my mysterious aunt before I leave here." The young man's eyes fell on Ian's hand, but he quickly turned his head to look into the distance.

"She was much more pitiful than me in the past, but obviously she will have a lucky period." Another weird soul, and no one knows what his occupation was when he was alive.

"Does your aunt live nearby?"

Ian thought he might have run into a relative of Teacher Morgan.

After all, I'm looking for my aunt.

"I've already met her, so it's time to muster up the courage to move forward." The young man just responded with a smile, and suddenly turned back when he was about to leave.

"By the way, kid, you should still be in school?"

I don't know why this young man is curious about Ian's age, even though he is a soul that has resolved his obsession and is stronger than Teacher Morgan.

"First year, Hogwarts."

Ian was not sure whether the other party was an old man or whether he knew the school he attended. The thousand-year history of Hogwarts was definitely not long in this land.

"He is indeed not very old."

The young man nodded with a smile on his face.

"I can understand the budding of feelings in your heart. However, if you have a girl you really like, love potions are definitely not a wise choice."

"That's a crime. Azkaban will beckon you the first time... If I were you, I would have more confidence in my outstanding appearance."

Done.

The young man turned around and continued walking forward without looking back.

He raised his hand and waved.

It was like saying goodbye to Ian.

In the curtain of the sky, the space twisted and a fiery red bird flew in from nowhere, as if it wanted to accompany the man on a further journey ahead.

Under the green fruit tree.

Ian, with a confused look on his face, didn't care to be surprised by the phoenix that appeared in the hazy illusion.

He was stunned for a few seconds.

"I rely on!"

The little wizard took out the pieces of Teacher Morgan's dress with a look of horror.

"Happiness potion!?"

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