Chapter 8 8: The experience left by our ancestors
The night is like ink.
The gentle moonlight penetrated the window and swayed into the quiet bedroom. Ian's long eyelashes slowly opened under the caress of the moonlight, and his bright, gem-like green eyes shone brightly.
From daze to focused eyes, and back to the real world, Ian subconsciously looked at the clock in the bedroom - as expected, the hands of the old-fashioned wall clock stayed at 12;07.
It has been like this all these years.
After returning from the trance, time will always be like this. The hour hand may point to different numbers, but the minutes will always point to that magic number.
Seven.
Ian didn't know what kind of secret it contained. He only knew that he would have a very similar experience every other week.
In the past, the only people Ian met in the tangled fantasy were Ariana and the occasional Pandro, but this time there was a noble witch with a mysterious origin.
“She asked me to help her find the mirror she left behind in this world...”
Ian doesn't know whether the noble witch is good or bad. Perhaps it is too superficial to judge a soul based on pure good and evil. In fact, he is just very curious about the identity of the mysterious witch.
A witch who lives in a mysterious castle in a trance.
Was she once a famous person in the wizarding world? After all, that kind of graceful and luxurious temperament is obviously not something that ordinary witches can possess.
"Is it a wizard from the last century, or an active existence in the Middle Ages?"
The only knowledge Ian has about the fantasy world he lives in is from a few special effects movies. An outstanding movie, and a handful of fan fiction books full of conspiracy theories.
Because of this.
As for the many mysteries hidden in this world, Ian can only understand a rough idea. The only mirror he could think of was the Mirror of Erised that hid the Philosopher's Stone at the beginning of the story.
Golden border.
It can make people see the most urgent and strongest desire deep in their hearts.
If the mirror the mysterious witch is looking for is the magic mirror that will eventually appear in Hogwarts, maybe Ian does have a chance to bring it into the trance and give it to the other party.
"I just don't know if I can bring such a large object there like candy." Ian was a little unsure. He had never made a similar attempt.
Tell the truth.
Ian is still confused about this magical talent he has had since childhood. He has not even figured out why the candy was brought in but not the bed where he slept.
Of course.
Being able to enter a trance in a dream must be a very special talent, just like what the mysterious witch said in the trance.
Ian... is special enough.
But what does this specialness mean? Perhaps only the witch can give the answer. Ian could clearly feel that the mysterious witch in the trance world cared about this very much.
"Learn magic from her..."
I have to say.
Ian was indeed tempted by this proposal, but he couldn't figure out whether the other party's kindness was just a disguise to achieve a certain purpose or whether it was related to his specialness.
If it was really the former owner of the Mirror of Erised, it must have been an old ghost who had lived for who knows how many years. The thoughts of an old female ghost may be more difficult to understand than the thoughts of a living woman.
“She is still a very beautiful female ghost. Zhang Wuji has something to say about this.”
“I don’t need to take this risk... magic, I You can also learn in school that the professors in the school are not necessarily weaker than the old witch in the dream."
Reason defeats greed.
Ian suppressed his inner urge.
It's like he has the experience left by his ancestors.
The Da Ying Empire also has a long-standing tradition - in addition to the custom of knowing men and being superior, the copper smelting addiction in this place is also a long-standing special culture.
What if the other party is really an old witch who likes to play with little boys?
In other words, what if the so-called teasing by the other party is not the same as the teasing that Ian likes? Ian doesn't want to gamble on this.
“Huh~Namo Gatlin Merlin Bodhisattva... we really can’t take risks in this matter.”
Weigh the pros and cons.
Ian also rearranged his pillows, closed his eyes and entered real dreamland again.
In these years when he has not had the opportunity to learn spells, the biggest advantage of having wizard blood for Ian is probably that he can easily learn how to create lucid dreams.
……
I had a dream all night.
The next day Ian felt refreshed.
With every gesture.
It seems that there is a little more high-spirited, free and elegant feeling - no one knows what kind of dream he concocted for himself last night. [Successfully read Roman, language proficiency +1]
[Successfully read Roman, language proficiency +1]
[Successfully read Roman, language proficiency +1]
When the morning sun has not yet risen, Ian has already started his daily study. He is very concerned about improving the skill of [Language Proficiency]. I've always been more serious.
After all.
Ian has always had an expectation in his heart. He hopes to use the extraordinary characteristics obtained by this skill to touch the unique talent that only a few people in the magic world have.
Communicate with animals.
You don’t need to be a cross-species communicator like Parseltongue, but at least be able to understand the emotions and meanings expressed by animals like Newt Scamander.
“Of course, I wouldn’t mind if I could listen to the sounds of all things.” Forgive me for the fact that the literary works Ian read in his previous life were relatively complex, and he became a bandit king again in his sleep last night.
[Successfully read Roman, language proficiency +1]
[Successfully read Roman, language proficiency +1]
……
Just when Ian occasionally distracted his thoughts and gained about ten points of [Language Proficiency] proficiency, rapid footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the door.
There is also the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong.
I don’t know which unlucky little guy who probably got scolded knocked over something in the corridor.
"Ian! Ian! Here we come! That...school teacher is here again!"
Catherine's voice sounded outside the door, panting, and several little hands slapping. The hurried movement of the door made it feel like these children were more concerned about going to school than Ian.
"Someone is coming to Hogwarts?"
Ian was a little confused and surprised. He walked to the door and opened it. Then, with a few clattering sounds, a group of seven children almost clung to the door. He squeezed into the room crookedly.
"Ian! Ian! Ms. Elena asked you to come over! Are you going to school?"
"Will you come back? Can you bring it to us too? A teacher is back?”
“You can use your beauty to seduce those female teachers!”
...
The children gathered around Ian and talked in a flurry of words, mixed with some slightly precocious remarks - orphans are always better than their peers in all aspects. Grow fast.
"Will you come back to teach us?"
Katherine, who knew the true details of Hogwarts, was also looking at Ian with expectant eyes. What she was talking about was obviously magic.
"If there is a chance, if I can... of course."
Ian touched the heads of the children around him, but he did not dare to make a real promise to these children. Maybe Catherine has a chance to attend Hogwarts.
But after all, it is difficult for most people to reach that threshold.
“I’ll take you to Ms. Elena!”
Katherine was so excited that she pulled Ian and ran outside. Although the other children knew only a little about this matter, they all followed him in a swarm.
"Ian, I don't want to go to that school anymore. I'll be waiting for you to teach me how to make candies from now on. The teacher who came today looks just like the Gargamel you told me about!"
On the way.
Katherine moved closer to Ian, lowered her voice, and spoke with some fear. Her words made Ian, who was already curious about which professor was coming, feel nervous.
Looks like Gargamel?
Scary?
Ian had a bad feeling.
At this time, he happened to arrive outside the dean's office surrounded by many children.
The door is not closed.
So.
Ian directly saw the figure sitting opposite the dean, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a haze. Just a look from his back made people feel nervous and depressed.
Somewhat like... the dark wizard I encountered before.
"Why is it him!?"
Ian showed a confused expression.
Where's a furry Dumbledore my size? !
Why is this black bat here? !
(End of this chapter)