Chapter 44 44: In memory of the lost professor
Maybe.
In the girl's heart.
An accomplice is a closer relationship than a friend.
This is the origin of family education.
"This person suddenly disappeared in the town. I'm afraid the Aurors will be attracted soon." Ian still remembered that the wizards on the street had said that Aurors could also be attracted to bar fights.
For this group of policemen in the wizarding world, they are like spies everywhere. They may not know what is happening, but they can always sense that something is happening.
Maybe there is a clairvoyance in the wizarding world?
Something like trace silk?
“Craft will take care of it.”
Aurora helped Ian fasten the top of the wooden box. She seems to have been used to this kind of thing for a long time, and the series of operations of killing people and destroying corpses are so familiar.
"That's good."
Ian was still a little uneasy, but he obviously couldn't do anything. From the moment he stepped into this bookstore, he could not avoid being involved in this situation.
To blame it is because today is an unlucky day.
He didn't eat at home for two more minutes, didn't pull Ollie for two more minutes... It's too late to say anything now, and the Wu orphan's sensitive identity has been cast into a haze again.
"Did you use Li Huo just now?"
Ian saw Aurora cleaning the ground with water first, and then destroying it with the broom and mop. He felt that he needed some spiritual comfort. .
“You want to learn?”
Aurora seemed to see through Ian’s mind. This doesn't require any discernment, after all, Ian's somewhat bright eyes are full of curiosity and desire for Li Huo.
“Yes, will it be easy to lose control?”
Ian still remembers that in the original story, one of Malfoy's stablemates burned himself by playing with fire. This magic is terrifying, probably far more dangerous than the magic I tried to strengthen last night.
"It's in the book I gave you. My grandfather's explanations are always detailed." Aurora walked back behind the counter and sat on the chair without a backrest.
"I feel like it shouldn't be a problem for you."
As if nothing had happened, she picked up the magic text notebook again and started reading through it.
“Thank you, I’ll look through it when I get back.”
Ian couldn't wait to get away.
“Remember to take away the trash for me.”
Aurora did not raise her head and focused back on her notes. The garbage she was talking about was obviously the box left in place, and there were even some traces of corpse ashes around the edges.
“You are really good at calling people.”
Ian doesn’t want to show off with such a dangerous item.
"I haven't received permission to leave this store yet. Can this be considered a request?" Aurora said helplessly behind the counter.
"Okay, who makes me happy to help my friends, but you have to give me some benefits next time."
Ian looked around and found a linen cloth to wrap the wooden box, and checked When no ashes leaked out, he picked up the tightly wrapped wooden box and walked towards the door.
“He is an accomplice.”
The girl reminded her again seriously.
"..."
Ian always felt that this was a title very close to Azkaban. He quickly stepped out of the dark wizard's lair and breathed in the smell of smoke outside the bookstore. Air.
Ian is here.
He left again.
When I came, I brought a brand new book box full of knowledge.
When he left, he was carrying an urn containing the ashes of a dead person.
The box is still the same box.
Only the use nature of the box has changed slightly.
While going back along the way.
Ian felt a little nervous. Fortunately, no idle wizard stopped him for questioning. Only the wizard chess player who set up a stall on the street to cheat money greeted him warmly.
The start of school is approaching.
Many unfamiliar faces also appeared in Hogsmeade Village. Perhaps the prosperity of this place is far less than that of Diagon Alley, but after all, it is one of the few places where wizards in England communicate.
It has a long history. The inheritance is ancient.
On the way back, Ian even saw a few young but already same-sex couples. He, like the other wizards along the way, was as surprised by this. No wonder.
Although it is the wizarding world, it is England after all. As we all know, England has always had the reputation of being a little Chengdu.
“Professor.”
“Good morning, Professor.”
…
Along the way.
Ian also saw several obviously adult wizards greeting a woman who was shopping for something in the village. He could recognize the woman as a teacher from Hogwarts.
Head of Gryffindor.
Minerva McGonagall.
Her teacher who taught Transfiguration at Hogwarts didn’t know why she went to Hogsmeade Village to buy things. Maybe this professor also had a house in Hogsmeade Village on weekdays?
It's like Snape's cabin.
"You actually have a child? Crying Henry."
"Richard, I heard that you have passed the Auror exam, congratulations."
"Dai Xi, the matter of you turning your magic wand into a pig's trotters is still something I My favorite story in class”
……
Professor McGonagall seems to remember every student who has ever graduated, whether they are from Gryffindor or not. Call each person by name and recall the other person's embarrassing moments.
perhaps.
Only with true love for your career can you remember all the details of your career.
"It doesn't look as severe as in the movie, maybe because we are not in school now." Ian just saw this scene from a distance.
With the urn sitting on the bottom of the cell in his arms, how could he dare to approach a professor with keen insight? The wisest choice is of course to bypass this group of Hogwarts seniors and take another route road.
It is definitely not okay to dispose of the urn casually. If someone digs it out, it will be a big deal. Maybe it can be sown in the garden, but there is no guarantee that Snape will not discover it in the future.
Fall into the river?
It would also be a problem if anyone witnessed it.
“It seems that the ancestor’s method is the most reliable!”
Back to the cabin.
Ian pried open the re-paved floor, dug up the living room that Snape had refilled, and buried the entire wooden box with the ashes of the dead in the ground under the cabin.
"The space here is really large. It may not be a problem to bury ten or eight more people."
Ian re-covered the soil, nailed the wooden boards in the living room, and compared the previous layout , feeling nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief and started filling his stomach with crucible cake.
Eat and drink enough.
Ian dug out the hidden copy of "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" from the toilet tank.
“I’m still too weak!”
Actually before today.
Ian Du is still somewhat complacent. After all, he has grasped the truth of Avatar at a young age, so it is certainly impossible to say that he does not have a little inflated heart.
However.
The fierce fire spell silently cast by his peers made him realize again that the world does not lack geniuses, nor does it lack conflicts that will lead to fights if they disagree.
Strong enough to survive.
The weak can only be buried in boxes.
Just because you don’t want to cause trouble doesn’t mean that trouble won’t come to you.
“In this cruel wizarding world, I am simply walking on thin ice!”
Recalling the adult wizard who was burned alive before, Ian understood that he could only work harder to improve himself. , he can get enough sense of security.
"The great man is right, a peaceful and stable life only exists within the coverage of Avada's lightning chain..."
Books are opened.
Under the fluorescent light of the wand.
Forbidden knowledge is unfolding for the first sprout of the ideal.
(End of this chapter)