Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 97 96: Cutting off the fate, the king's order
The piece of dress in his hand was still sparkling, but the words written on it definitely exuded evil. Ian felt that the words were full of the evil taste of a wicked witch.

"It's true that you can't offend anyone but the old witch..." Ian recalled his previous words and deeds, but he couldn't think of how he had offended the witch Morgan. He now understood why Morgan had changed the formula. Perhaps she really wanted to see Ian brew a pot of love potion without knowing it.

This is an international joke!

He is only eleven years old!
Just a young age!

How could I possibly use something like this! No! Even if I grow up, I won't be able to use it! Just like what the discerning young man said just now, with an extremely outstanding appearance and strength far beyond his peers, how could Ian need the assistance of drugs to have a sweet love!

"I really want to know how precarious it was for Mr. Morgan's apprentices to live with him. If they weren't careful, they would be tricked by the stingy guy."

Ian couldn't help but look at the castle in the distance. He only dared to mutter and complain in his heart. After all, he knew very well that his teacher always had the habit of peeping at others.

The Queen's magic mirror originally belonged to her. She had also eavesdropped on the conversation between Ian and Ariana. God knows if the old witch is hiding in the castle and spying on him at this moment.

Think of this.

Ian's eyelids twitched.

"Oh, thank you ancestors, thank you my teacher Ms. Morgan, she really thinks so much about me. The evil passers-by obviously don't understand the good intentions of the teacher in this recipe!"

"He deserves it because no one has any friends to see him off when he leaves and only a bird is willing to play with him..." Ian performed loudly to the air after making sure that the young man had gone far away.

He originally wanted to make a Christian prayer gesture, but suddenly remembered that Christianity seemed to have persecuted wizards in the past, so in the end he could only make random gestures with his fingers in front of his chest.

The air is still fragrant.

The birdsong and chirping of insects are still active.

No one responded to Ian, but Ian was no longer careless. He remembered the fate of the beautiful senior sister in his heart. The methods used by the petty-minded evil witch to play tricks on people were really too dirty.

Even if Voldemort offered him a cigarette, he probably wouldn't be able to learn it. Ian was very sure that Morgan Witch had not misunderstood. After all, any normal person could definitely tell the difference between a happiness potion and a pleasure potion.

The magic potion of happiness he envisioned - the Happy Planet.

However, in reality, the magic potion of happiness he obtained was - Night Shift Ward.

It can't be said that there is no difference between the two, but it can be said that they are not even related at all. Ian didn't even dare to think about what would happen if he boiled a pot and served it to Aurora. In fact, when he got the formula just now, he wanted to boil it and sell it openly. The evaluation that Azkaban is beckoning is indeed too euphemistic.

"Hiss, there are empty bottles of love potion all over the floor, and the whole room is full of love potion victims...I'm afraid that even Durmstrang won't see such an explosive scene!"

Ian was very scared.

After all, if he really boiled a big pot and sold it in batches, the scene would be outrageous. Maybe even the history of Hogwarts would record this. Well, the kind of record of dark history, the evil king of love was in action, and that night, the whole castle was in turmoil.

"..."

Ian felt that he should thank the unknown young man who just passed by. It was he who saved Hogwarts. He must be the true savior who is no less than Harry Potter.

"If I'm not mistaken, the last one to fly here should be a phoenix. I didn't expect the phoenix to have the ability to come here... Is it taking advantage of the brief interval of its nirvana and rebirth?" Ian is neither blind nor presbyopic. Of course, he has reason to suspect that the young man just now is also a member of Dumbledore's family.

There is indeed a similarity in appearance. It could be the offspring of Albus Dumbledore, or it could be the child of Aberforth Dumbledore. Ian's guess is more inclined to the former. If the old headmaster has lived for more than a hundred years and has never enjoyed love, Ian doesn't believe that there is such a thing as being unmoved by worldly desires.

The so-called aunt is probably Ariana. If you think about it, Ariana should be considered an old girl according to her age in this world.

"We should have taken a picture of that guy, what a pity." Ian took out an old camera he had borrowed. Even in the early 1990s, this camera was still considered an antique.

Not to mention the heavy weight.

The volume is also large.

There is also a "pot cover" in the upper left corner of the camera, which may be used for exposure. Ian doesn't know much about cameras, he only knows that this camera is a kind of magical modification that is more common in the wizarding world.

It has the same function as a Polaroid camera. Photos will be automatically printed after being taken. However, if you want to make the photos animated, you need to drip some special magic potions on them. No one knows the formula, and the price is very expensive. It is a monopoly product like the Potter family's shampoo.

of course.

Ian definitely didn't need to buy that kind of stuff. After all, helping to take photos was all he had done to be chivalrous. Dumbledore had been the headmaster for so many years and obviously wouldn't lack money to buy the "Living Potion". If it weren't for the fact that the headmaster's authority was a natural nemesis for students, Ian would even want Dumbledore to top up his account before he released the photos.

"Let Dumbledore spin the roulette wheel and collect the fragments. Only when all the fragments are combined can he ask me to exchange the photos..." Ian is the kind of person who has the heart but not the courage.

He was just killing time on the way to the town. When he walked out of the jungle, the vitality of the forest was gone, replaced by a quiet and slightly desolate scene.

The town is located in the valley, with stone houses scattered in an orderly manner. Although it has not been destroyed by time, the uninhabited environment still makes people feel a little depressed and dilapidated. The streets are covered with fallen leaves and dust. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, rolling up a few dead leaves, spinning and dancing on the empty streets.

Ian strolled along the cobblestone streets of the town. From a distance, he saw Pandro teaching Ariana swordsmanship in the open space in the middle of the town.

Perhaps it was because sword practice required more concentration, or perhaps it was because the distance between the two sides was still quite long, the two people in the open space did not notice Ian jogging towards them.

"Are you serious?"

Ian remembered that the last time in Morgan's castle, Pandro had clamored for Ariana to give up magic and learn swordsmanship. He thought it was just Pandro's momentary talk.

Unexpectedly, after returning to the town, Pandro really taught Ariana swordsmanship - in fact, Ian originally thought that he would have a high probability of not meeting Pandro in the town.

After all, this is a person who likes to travel around. Just like the young man who left before, when Ian first met him, he had only traveled here.

The sun is high.

In this deserted town that cannot be touched by the years, the sun shines gently on every corner, covering this quiet place with a layer of golden veil.

The girl practiced with full concentration in the sunshine.

She was wearing a slightly loose linen dress, and her hair was simply braided into two braids that fell on her shoulders. The originally delicate girl actually had a hint of heroism.

Every movement and every swing of the sword was precise and powerful. Ariana's sword had a rhythm and cadence, and it was obvious that her swordsmanship had been honed for quite some time.

"Ariana, the way of swordsmanship lies in faith and concentration."

"Swordsmanship is not only a display of strength, but also a sharpening of the mind and will. You need to learn to listen to the sound of the sword, feel its pulse and the rhythm of each swing."

"When you can hold the sword in your hand and make it an extension of your body, you will have mastered my swordsmanship. It does not require any skills or routines."

"When the mind is there, the sword will be there. This is a state of mind. As long as you completely get rid of the weakness and timidity in your heart, from then on, you will be invincible in the world."

Pandro was wearing a simple brown robe with an ancient long sword casually hanging around his waist. While constantly instructing Ariana on her movements, he did not forget to brag about himself, "My swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can learn. You've made a fortune, Ariana. This is much more promising than being a wizard."

"My swordsmanship can cut off fate, while wizards can only be trapped by fate. I don't need to say more about who is strong and who is weak, right?" While bragging, he did not forget to step on the wizard.

I don't know where such great resentment comes from.

"I don't know what fate is, Pandro, I just know it's not as fun as fishing."

Ariana wiped her sweat and sighed during the break. It was obvious that she was just forced to do the study and she just didn't choose to be lazy when studying.

"Fate is a prankster." Pandro saw Ian not far away who had deliberately taken a long detour, trying to hide aside to scare people, but his pointed head was exposed.

"You need to place the tip of your sword against its throat..." After saying that, Pandro made a hushing gesture and tiptoed around the post office where Ian was hiding.

He originally wanted to put the sword on Ian's neck to show off.

however.

"This is a greeting from a wizard!"

Unexpectedly, Ian reacted as if he had expected it. He squatted down and stretched out his hand to quickly reach behind him, using the monkey stealing peach trick that he had been prepared for.

"hiss!!!"

Pandro suffered a critical hit and took a breath with a distorted expression. The sword in his hand fell to the ground and his face turned maroon after he sat on the ground.

"Look, Ian caught you, a big fish." Ariana was obviously a wise person. She walked up and couldn't look directly at Pandro who was rolling on the ground with his legs clamped together.

"He's cheating!"

Pandro's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

“Fishing is fun.”

Ian gave him a bright smile.

"Perhaps this is fate's response, Pandro. It probably doesn't want to be cut off by you." Ariana's serious words were a real blow to Pandro's heart.

"..."

Pandro wanted to refute.

Ian had already raised his camera to capture his embarrassment.

"what is this?"

The strong flash of light made Pandro a little stunned.

"Is it a camera? It has become so small." Ariana looked at the camera in Ian's hand curiously. She obviously knew something about something that was invented hundreds of years ago.

"Yes, Muggles' technology can make it even smaller. I just don't know if wizards can keep up with the times." As he spoke, Ian also took a picture of Ariana.

Compared to the photo that captured Pandro's miserable look, Ariana's photo was slightly disappointing, mainly because Ian's photography skills were not that good.

Except for professional photographers, it is difficult for people who have never had a girlfriend to develop good photography skills.

"Let's take a picture together."

Ian saw Pandro recover his breath, so he reached out and pulled Pandro up. He put his arms around a friend and pressed the shutter with a shout of "Cheese".

The photo then freezes.

In the photos that were slowly printed out, Ian had a bright smile, and Ariana smiled hastily, but she looked much more confused and at a loss than Pandro.

Since Pandro has probably never seen a camera before, he looks overwhelmed, just like Neville - the warm and slightly humorous picture is a photo of the living and the dead.

The only one in the world.

"Very good, everyone's expressions are perfect!" Ian shook the printed photo out of habit. He felt that everything that should be shown was shown in this photo.

"You call this perfect?"

Pandro looked at the disheveled self in the photo and was obviously a little angry.

"I'll give you an egg, don't be angry." Ian took out three curled-winged demon eggs and stuffed one of them into Pandro. Morgan obviously only told him not to give Pandro snacks.

"Curled Winged Demon?"

Pandro's vision is really sharp.

"I want to hatch them here." Ian took the opportunity to stuff all the snacks to Ariana. He gave Pandro an egg not just to appease Pandro. Ian wanted to get a free hatcher. People who like adventure will probably become masters of magical animals.

"Eggs cannot be hatched here, and life does not belong here." Pandro shook his head. His response struck Ian like a bolt of lightning. His plan of "endless descendants" was ruined before it even began.

"Aren't golden apples also grown here?" Ian asked with some hope, but Pandro showed an uncertain expression.

"Yes, the golden apple is indeed a miracle that goes against common sense." He looked at the eggs of the curled-winged demon in his hand and thought, "Maybe we should plant these eggs in the ground?"

What an outrageous statement!

"Eggs are meant to be hatched!"

Ian was speechless.

However, Pandro was still eager to try.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

As he spoke, he even ran to find a shovel nearby.

How can he be called a swordsman? His movements were so fast. If Ian hadn't quickly snatched the tool from his hand, the three Winged Demon eggs would have really ended up being buried in the ground.

"Why not just hatch it first..."

Ian felt that Pandro's words could not be fully trusted. This guy might have been a legendary figure, but now he was in an unreliable state with many of his memories blurred.

"Believe me, life really cannot be born here." As he said this, Pandro walked to a tree, climbed up in no time and took out a bird's egg.

"I have found this egg many years ago. Do you see any sign of it hatching?" The egg in Pandro's hand, covered with red fiery patterns, looked quite extraordinary.

"Didn't you just take out the bird's nest?" Ariana was sitting on a bench, eating chocolate sandwich cookies, looking at Pandro with eyes full of confusion and a hint of weirdness.

"I'm asking the birds here to help me hatch the eggs. Wherever I go, I'll ask other birds to help me hatch the eggs. Do you expect me to sit on them and hatch them myself?" Pandro handed the egg in his hand to Ian and snatched away Ian's other two curled-winged demon eggs. "You may be able to hatch them in your world, but these curled-winged demon eggs will have to be left for me for experiments."

talking.

Pandro picked up the shovel and walked under the big tree.

"What kind of egg is this?"

Ian felt the egg in his hand was extremely warm. He discovered that the lines that Ariana had "carved" on the back of his hand were now shining again from hiding.

Just like when I came into contact with Fox before.

"Phoenix!"

Ian found the answer himself.

"Ariana, he must have stolen your phoenix." Ian turned to Ariana and complained to her face. He remembered that every member of Dumbledore's family had his own phoenix.

"I don't have a phoenix."

Ariana shook her head. After hearing Ian's guess, she came over curiously, still holding the snack in her hand, "Is this really a phoenix egg?"

She had obviously never seen a phoenix egg either.

"Yes, Phoenix. I have been incubating it for a long time but it has not hatched. I just wanted to raise a reserve food that can grow again after eating it and will never be consumed."

"But it took me too much time and it never came out."

Pandro was digging holes frantically under the big tree.

Ian rolled his eyes, "Dead people don't need to eat."

He felt that Pandro was even more outrageous than Aurora.

"Just because the dead don't need to eat doesn't mean they can't eat." Pandro responded seriously. He dug the hole very, very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a big hole was dug.

"Perhaps it's because you want to eat it that it doesn't want to be hatched by you. The phoenix is ​​very smart." Ariana also felt that Pandro's idea was excessive.

"Do you really want to plant the eggs of the Winged Demon in the soil?" Ian saw Pandro put the Winged Demon's eggs in the big pit, and then began to fill it with soil one shovel at a time.

"No one has ever done what you did, so common sense doesn't apply to our current situation. Even if we fail, it will only be a waste of time."

"What we have the most is time." Pandro was obviously doing something very stupid, but he was still able to speak long and serious speeches.

It's also impossible to refute.

"you win."

Ian slapped his forehead. He definitely did not lose out by exchanging the Winged Demon's egg for the Phoenix egg. However, he was very skeptical about whether he could bring back this Phoenix egg that did not belong to him.

Pandro probably saw what Ian was thinking. "The phoenix is ​​a very magical creature. When it transcends life and death, it will not be rejected by the rules that restrict you."

"However, this phoenix was born in our world after all. It may be different from the phoenix you have in mind, so you should not use common sense to look at the hatching of this phoenix."

There is a lot of information in Pandro's words.

Ian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay, I'll ask the wizards who know about the phoenix. This is the companion that wizards most desire to have." He felt that Pandro was definitely not as reliable as Dumbledore in hatching the phoenix.

This made Pandro a little angry.

"Have you forgotten who taught you to control magic? Although I'm not a wizard, I know wizards very well!" Pandro stomped hard on the newly laid soil as if to vent his anger.

"Wizards are all liars!"

His extremely angry words were obviously not directed at Ian.

"Ian, did you find my brother?" Ariana, who had been staring at the phoenix egg, suddenly raised her head and asked. Obviously, although she was only a teenager in terms of mental status and age, her delicate mind still allowed her to guess the reason for Ian's abnormal questioning of her just now.

"Of course, this is what I promised you after all."

Ian nodded righteously.

"How are they doing?"

Ariana's eyes flashed with worry.

Looking at the little girl in front of him who was slightly taller than him, Ian thought of the young man he had met before, and asked Ariana with some doubts.

"Just now there was a man who should be your nephew. When I met him on the road, he called you aunt. Didn't he tell you about the Dumbledore family?"

Ian's words surprised Ariana.

"Indeed, there was a man who came. He said he was a traveler and just asked us for a drink of water... Pandro thought he had bad intentions because the soul cannot be thirsty."

obviously.

Ariana was very surprised by the information Ian gave.

"My nephew?"

Her expression was very strange.

"I knew he was not a traveler!" Pandro was happy with his own judgment, but he never mentioned that he felt the other person had bad intentions.

"I feel like he's Albus Dumbledore's child, an illegitimate child who can't be told about. I guess his mother might be some extremely evil dark wizard or something." Ian's tone wasn't actually certain, but who could blame him for only knowing Albus and not Aberforth? Of course, when it comes to spreading rumors, he would only choose people he knows.

What Snape said was probably correct. After spending a long time with Gryffindor people, one will naturally develop some habits.

"You may not believe this, but your brother is now a very successful man. I promised to show him your situation, and in return he will turn your family's treasury into my own."

Ian was clearly daydreaming again.

"Is this really the case?" Ariana tilted her head doubtfully. She had been with Ian since he was a child, and obviously knew his character very well.

"If you write it down! Then it will be true!" Ian pulled out a table from the post office next to him and slapped the letter paper and envelopes in his bag on the table.

"Ian, I just died before I grew up, I'm not stupid." Ariana would certainly not write such words, which made Ian sigh in disappointment.

"I only met one of your brothers, Albus Dumbledore... He is now the headmaster of our school, and your other brother is said to be herding sheep or something."

"The portrait at school told me that."

Ian told him all the information he knew.

"Brother Aberforth?" Ariana's expression froze for a moment, and her eyes began to change from confusion to clarity. She obviously remembered a lot of things because of this.

"Perhaps I should write two letters."

She looked to Ian for help.

"Fortunately, I am a person who likes to be more prepared." Ian took out another piece of letter paper and envelope. He found that Pandro was stealing the snacks he brought to Ariana. Because the witch confiscated Pandro's portion, he could only pretend not to see it and handed the second letter's letter paper and envelope to Ariana.

“I don’t really know what to write.”

Ariana held the pen with a melancholy expression, not knowing how to start writing for a moment. Seeing this, Ian, who had already walked to a distance and sat down, immediately came to her side again.

"You can write that Ian is a good friend. Even if Ian violates school rules, he is not allowed to be punished, and Dumbledore is not allowed to plot against Ian in any way to fight Voldemort." "If Ian must fight Voldemort, then Ian must be given many, many, many benefits." Ian gave his advice. He certainly did not want to work illegally with Harry Potter next year.

Who would be willing to be a free laborer?
"Were you a bad boy in school?" Ariana tilted her head curiously, pondered for a moment, and finally started writing, and like a good friend, she wrote down what Ian had said.

"How is that possible..." Ian smiled awkwardly, "Oh, by the way, you can also suggest that Dumbledore help me hatch the phoenix, so that I have time to be a good student who studies hard."

"It would be best if you could take out a few hundred million gold Galleons to help poor students at Hogwarts, such as an orphan from an orphanage who has no financial resources."

In response to Ian's unreasonable request, Ariana only helped him write the first half.

really.

It's about gold galleons.

Even children know how to be vigilant. Seeing Ariana start to write some true feelings, Ian also consciously walked towards the direction of Pandro.

"This is Ariana's snack!"

Ian snatched the Bibi Every-Flavor Beans from Pandro's hand.

"I just gave you a phoenix egg!" Pandro protested loudly and tried to grab other things, but Ian took away the whole bag of snacks.

"That's clearly an exchange!"

Ian's rebuttal was also very justified.

"Perhaps you should have caught the dragon you promised earlier and brought it to my teacher, Ms. Morgan, in the castle." He hinted to Pandro that he was actually being instructed by someone. At the same time, Ian also took this opportunity to deliberately mention the identity of a witch to observe Pandro's reaction.

However, the young man was just stunned for a moment, frowned, and his eyes flickered in distress, but he did not react too violently or show any sign of remembering something.

"I knew it was that witch!"

Pandro began to feel depressed - Ariana took a long time to write two letters, like the whole afternoon, thinking about what she should write.

Golden sunlight shines through sparse clouds.
Ian tried to learn some swordsmanship from Pandro, but Pandro asked him to fight right away. The end result was that he was disarmed by Pandro within five seconds almost every time.

"Let's try something else, Wizard Chess. Wizard Chess is fun!"

Ian thought that Pandro was taking revenge on him for taking away his snacks, so he decisively chose to use wizard chess to save his face. However, he found that Pandro was even more powerful than the chess player in Hogsmeade village.

This guy is obviously new to this kind of game!

"Stop playing!"

Another three losses in a row.

Seeing Ariana seal the two letters, Ian quickly found an opportunity to slip away. His time was indeed running out, and he could already sense it.

"See you next week."

Ian carefully took every item with him, and his figure gradually became blurred. After he completely disappeared in the hazy dream, Pandro picked up the sword on the ground and walked towards Ariana, who looked a little sad.

"continue."

He handed the sword to Ariana.

However, Ariana remembered a lot of things at this time, so she wiped her eyes, shook her head and chose to refuse. She obviously no longer had the intention to continue practicing sword.

"I don't think learning swordsmanship is meaningful..."

Ariana was a bit outspoken in the face of her obvious depression.

Pandro was not annoyed either.

He just stared at the girl in front of him, his gem-like eyes were clear. Although he still looked the same young boy, his voice seemed to suddenly become steady and powerful.

"Of course it makes sense, Ariana. Swordsmanship will come in handy. Only when you become a Valkyrie will you be qualified to embrace the opportunity of reunion."

"Magic can't give you your destiny, I am giving it to you."

in the sun.

Pandro's voice was gentle and sincere.

It seems to be able to dispel the haze in everyone's heart.

"Isn't that...that vital part of yours hurting anymore?" Ariana rubbed her eyes and looked up, expressing her doubts, which probably also dispelled the bright smile on Pandro's face.

"It still hurts a little, actually. Ian was too harsh."

His expression became rigid.

I have lingering fears.

……

There was a slight chill in the air, mixed with the faint sound of the night wind outside the window and the rustling of leaves in the distance. Ian woke up from his deep sleep and immediately reached into his pocket.

The warm touch made him overjoyed.

The phoenix egg in the hazy illusion was really brought back!

"My baby~"

Ian couldn't even imagine how handsome he would be when he roamed the wizarding world with the phoenix. He held the egg that emitted red light at night, and his love shifted from "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" to "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" like a Sichuan Opera face-changing.

"I'll study it myself first and go see Dumbledore tomorrow!" Ian was no longer sleepy at all. He took out the works of his retired senior schoolmate Newt and began to look up knowledge related to the Phoenix.

In front of the desk.

He read by lamplight at night amid the snoring of his roommates. The stars outside the window were twinkling like bright gems lost on black satin. Occasionally a meteor would streak by, leaving behind a short but brilliant trail.

the next day.

Ian, who hadn't slept all night, didn't find the knowledge he wanted. There was no information about the origin of bloodline, and it was highly likely that the Hogwarts library couldn't find any relevant records. After all, according to Newt, an authority on magical animals, the birth of the phoenix is ​​a recognized mystery in the magical animal circle.

Even Dumbledore didn't tell him the answer. What the senior said in the book was that he felt Dumbledore didn't know either, but Ian felt that Senior Newt must just not have the right connections.

"Senior Newt doesn't have this stuff!"

Ian picked up the two letters facing the rising sun outside the window. He had put a photo in each letter. Of course, he would only choose to put the photo with a beautiful atmosphere in the letter to Albus Dumbledore - after all, Ian didn't know Aberforth and didn't like goat meat.

Wake up your roommate as per usual.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, before Ian could prepare his breakfast from porridge, bread rolls, corn flakes, pickled fish, eggs, bacon, toast with butter and jam, the headlines of today's newspapers in the wizarding world had already reached Ian's ears through the mouths of the little wizards around him who were talking about it.

[Shocked! According to insiders, the Ministry of Magic has lost a Dementor, and it may be wandering anywhere now, but our irresponsible Ministry of Magic denies it! ]

Several newspapers carried the news.

Both senior and junior wizards are very concerned about this.

"I bet! This isn't the first time! I've seen Dementors outside my house since I was a kid! My non-magical mom insisted that I didn't understand science and that what I saw could only be aliens!"

"The Ministry of Magic is just like that. The bureaucracy is too serious. When they make mistakes, they don't know how to correct them but only know how to cover them up. Sooner or later, the entire wizarding world will be ruined by these scumbags!"

"Indeed, even though my father is only a minor official, my cellar is still filled with Galleons. He said that if he doesn't take Deputy Minister Umbridge's money, he will be fired."

"Ah? Is that something you can just tell us?! I think instead of focusing on the corruption in the Ministry of Magic, maybe we should ask whether the Dementors in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that day were real or fake..."

……

Seeing that William was actually planning to instigate other young wizards to find out the truth, Ian hurried over, frowned, and retorted in a tone that seemed to be just a reasonable judgment, "If a Dementor was really lost, people would have started dying a long time ago. Have you seen the news about people dying?"

Without waiting for anyone to respond.

Ian himself clapped the clap in a resounding voice.

"No! No one died at all! This proves that only people with ulterior motives are slandering our Ministry of Magic. Right now, the Ministry of Magic needs our support the most!"

"Let me guess. I think it must be those Death Eaters who are still determined to disrupt our harmonious wizarding society. Many of them work at the Daily Prophet and other places!"

"Do you believe in the Death Eaters or the Ministry of Magic?"

"Can the Ministry of Magic's words be false? I don't believe it! It is an authoritative official agency. We have to choose to believe the Ministry of Magic's announcement and have a little more trust in our judicial system!"

The positive speech, coupled with reasonable analysis and judgment, as well as Ian's usual image in the eyes of the young wizards, successfully changed the topic from the loss of a Dementor to the unscrupulous newspapers - Ian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and joined in the criticism of the unscrupulous newspapers.

No one seems to dare to mention the Death Eaters.

Tom is indeed still very much alive.

Ian and his two roommates finished their breakfast and picked up "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" and "Magical Pharmacies and Potions". He was just about to apologize to Snape today to put the matter of the last class behind him. Before he and his roommates walked to the second floor, he saw Gilderoy Grindelwald, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, standing guard next to more than a dozen boxes.

"It's Professor Lockhart!"

Because of the Dementors, the two roommates were very afraid of Grindelwald, who had the face of Gilderoy Lockhart. They still suspected that the previous Dementor was the one lost by the Ministry of Magic. In fact, most of the young wizards who had taken that class could easily associate the lost Dementors with Gilderoy Grindelwald.

but.

Since Ian has come out to support the Ministry of Magic, the students who have been taking Ian's class will certainly not refute it. In their hearts, they don't really want to report their school professors.

After all, there are still seven years left.

Who knows if the little wizard who reported the professor will be retaliated against?
"Boy, come and help me."

Gilderoy Grindelwald saw Ian and immediately raised his hand to signal Ian. Ian saw that his two roommates slipped away from him very quickly.

"Traitor!"

There was no choice but Ian could only walk up and say hello alone. Since there were many young wizards coming and going, he still called the professor Professor Lockhart.

"You should have learned the levitation spell, right? Move it to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. I need to wait a while before I can go in." Gilderoy Grindelwald gave orders to Ian without any politeness.

Ian regretted that he did not learn Teacher Morgan's techniques last night and was busy studying how to hatch eggs. Otherwise, he would at least be able to act more tough in front of the professor.

"My Potions class is about to begin, professor. You don't want your students to be late, right?" Ian could only try to use some moral blackmail.

Never thought about it.

Gilderoy Grindelwald just raised an eyebrow, "I think I have to go grab some more things for class. Who do you think it's because of? I think it's not difficult for you to make a decision between being late for Potions class and choosing Azkaban. Well, let me think about it, you probably don't want the Ministry of Magic to know that the things they lost are in your hands, right?"

It is clear.

Gilderoy might care about these issues, but Grindelwald has no morals at all. He even threatened Ian regardless of his status as a professor. Gilderoy Grindelwald didn't care about the loss of the Dementors, but he seemed to enjoy threatening Ian with this matter.

"Hiss, don't get me wrong, I don't know what you are talking about. I'm just happy to help professors in need." Ian regarded this as the price of acquiring the Dementors.

Under the smiling gaze of Gilderoy Grindelwald, he used the Shrinking Spell to shrink all the boxes, and then hurriedly ran towards the basement with the boxes.

According to the self-made live map, there is a secret passage that leads directly to the forbidden forest. This secret passage information can only be revealed on his own map.

It's not selfish either.

Ian just didn't want anyone to die in the remaining seven years because of going out on adventures, and then he would have to see a little ghost following him around in Hogwarts for seven years, staring at him resentfully.

"He clearly doesn't need help from anyone!"

Ian threw the box at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest and went back to the secret passage in the tree. He certainly didn't believe that Gilderoy Grindelwald was really so anxious that he needed someone to deliver the box to the Forbidden Forest in advance.

Maybe she just wanted to make Ian late. The thoughts of bad men are sometimes harder to guess than those of bad women. In any case, Ian became the late student in the Potions class as expected.

Fortunately, the door of the Potions class was not closed as before. As soon as Ian approached the door, he heard Snape explaining the formula of a potion in the classroom.

"I'm very sorry for being late this time, my beloved Professor Snape." Ian knew very well that he couldn't sneak in, so he could only bite the bullet and step through the door and start speaking auspicious words.

"Prince, you are the first one among the young wizards this year who dares to be late." Snape looked a little bruised and battered, but that did not affect his angry glare at Ian at all.

"Are you so arrogant that you think you can learn to brew potions without attending classes, or have you saved Hogwarts once without our knowledge, as you always say?" The familiar sarcasm actually had no power, and even no one from Slytherin dared to laugh.

"It's my fault! I'm extremely ashamed!" Ian didn't even think about making excuses. He just bowed 90 degrees. In front of all those little wizards, Snape really didn't choose to continue losing his temper.

"Go back to your classmates. Ravenclaw will lose five points because of you." He just said coldly, then raised his hand and closed the door of the classroom directly.

Ian immediately ran to Aurora in a low-key manner.

"It's all your grandfather's fault!"

He only dared to complain about his experience to Aurora. After all, if Snape went to find Grindelwald because of his lateness, God knows how Grindelwald would deal with the sharp-tongued Snape.

"He said he was going to capture a few centaurs. Did he take you with him?" It was obvious that Aurora would communicate with her grandfather on weekdays.

"Sigh~"

Ian obviously underestimated Grindelwald's courage.

Before he could continue whispering with Aurora, Snape glared at him with dissatisfaction. He could only shut up and listen to Snape's lecture carefully.

Perhaps because of Ian's lateness, or perhaps because of the potion with soul that Ian had in the last class, Snape was obviously targeting Ian in this class. Before Ian came to the classroom, Snape had already explained a lot of content, and he used various knowledge points in these contents for the test.

Fortunately, Ian was not stumped.

just.

The old bat did not give up.

"Prince!" After Snape finished explaining the content of the lesson, he did not ask everyone to brew the potion right away. Instead, he suddenly snorted coldly and asked Ian a question.

"What can salamander blood be used for?" This was obviously not what first-year wizards learned, but Snape asked it so casually.

“Increase the spiciness of the soup pot.”

Ian blinked.

His answer made Aurora look sideways in surprise. The other little wizards in the classroom were also caught off guard. Of course, there were also some little wizards whose eyes brightened as if they had learned new knowledge.

"Prince, do you think you are humorous? I'm asking about its effect in potions!" Snape's eyes swept across the classroom and everyone fell silent.

"It is the main ingredient of the enhancement potion. The enhancement potion can be used to increase the effects of other potions... In fact, there is no essential difference from what I said."

Ian's words left Snape speechless.

"Next question, tell me what kind of potion you can make with daisy roots, fig peels, caterpillars, a drop of leech juice and mouse spleen."

Snape immediately switched to the next question, which was also content that had not been learned yet. He was probably testing whether Ian had carefully studied the notebook he gave him.

"Shrinking potion, also known as rejuvenation potion, can turn a person or animal back to their childhood. Only a few drops are needed to take effect. For example, a frog can turn back into a tadpole."

Ian gave an honest answer.

Snape nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, continue. If a person is suffering from the petrification effect, what potion should you use to rescue him?" Snape looked as if he was determined to stump Ian.

"The Mandrake Resurrection Potion can remove petrification."

Ian sighed tiredly.

However, Snape obviously did not intend to let him go.

"If I ask you to find some sneezeweed, where should you look for it?" This question may not be tricky, but it obviously touches on Ian's blind spot in knowledge.

He did not study the content of "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Fungi" in too deep. After all, for many herbs he only needed to know where to buy them.

"Forbidden Forest?"

Ian said uncertainly, "Maybe in your office, Professor. I think if you need it urgently, I can definitely find some in your office."

What a simple and straightforward answer.

The students of Ravenclaw and Slytherin couldn't help laughing. However, after seeing Snape's vicious expression, they immediately lowered their heads and forced themselves to hold back their laughter.

"Why haven't you written down this knowledge yet? Is it because your brain can't accommodate it?" Snape's angry shout caused a series of note-taking sounds to rang out in the classroom.

"Because of your glib tongue and nonsense, Ravenclaw can only get three points for this. If you can't correct your attitude, you Ravenclaws will lose a lot of points!"

Snape turned around and gave Ian a stern warning. The class continued, and the practice began. As expected, Ian's potion was the best in the class.

Aurora's finished product was even far behind. This made Snape add another five points to Ravenclaw, and he didn't dare to mention the soul potion when correcting Ian's minor problems.

"Let's go see your grandfather, the horse catcher!"

After class.

Ian had wanted to take Aurora to the Forbidden Forest again, but she was not interested. She went to the school infirmary. I don't know if the hot pot last night caused some unspeakable trauma. If he was alone, Ian was not willing to go to the Forbidden Forest to find Grindelwald.

He chose to go straight to the Room of Requirement after lunch.

"A potion-making classroom that belongs to me!"

Following a slight magical fluctuation, an ancient and exquisite door slowly opened, revealing a spacious and mysterious potion-making classroom.

Different from Snape's classroom, this one seemed to be forgotten by time. It was old and spacious. Portraits of successive potion masters were hung on the walls. Some of them were serious, some were kind, and they all seemed to be watching Ian silently. In the middle of the classroom was a huge stone workbench, but there was no potion available for use.

"Ah, that's exactly what happened."

Ian looked at the map. Snape left Hogwarts after class, so he decided to practice what he said and returned to the empty classroom on the second floor. He returned to the Room of Requirement with a bunch of materials and took out the dress fragment with the potion formula.

"If I'm not mistaken, according to Mr. Morgan's usual teaching style, there should be other knowledge hidden in this mischievous recipe."

Ian discovered that the processing of many of the ingredients in this recipe might not be complicated, but it was extremely time-consuming. After thinking about it, he asked the Room of Requirement to show him what he had hidden.

In the huge iron cage, a Dementor, as if autistic, curled up inside. It felt its cage being opened, and then a warm hand pulled it out.

Dementors are blind. They only know that they have been released and there is a living person in front of them. The hungry instinct drives the Dementors to capture the little wizard and absorb his happiness and soul.

The human soul has the most active emotions, which is the favorite of Dementors. Among them, the emotions of young wizards are even more delicious. Dementors can't wait to get a good nourishment.

however.

"You have to help me grind these things! Just press this thing hard and roll it back and forth repeatedly!" Ian dragged the huge Dementor directly to the production table.

"Don't break it, or I'll stuff you into the Ravenclaw cesspool!" His voice was very serious and earnest. In fact, Dementors have never been able to understand the language of living creatures.

Threat?

Meaningless to the Dementors.

At least until today...that was the case.

Just after Ian finished speaking, the Dementor, which was originally hungry, seemed to twist itself in mid-air and flew towards the table where the materials were being processed.

"Kacha~Kacha~Kacha~"

The Dementors really started grinding honestly.

It didn't know what was happening to it, but that childish voice kept echoing clearly in its mind, and a power beyond the mortal world was binding it to the commands of words.

Irresistible.

Difficult to disobey.

Like a king...

(End of this chapter)