Chapter 86 85: Let me watch the light disappear from your eyes
Perhaps Mrs. Hooch urged too frequently, Michael and William saw Ian trying to run towards the castle, so they held him back one by one. Lifting Ian's armpits back to the lawn.
“You’re not afraid of heights, are you?”
Michael suspects that Ian wants to skip class.
“Nonsense, Ian must just want to do some big things that we don’t know about, but they must be very powerful!” William has always implemented his naive but special attack on Ian. Touted effect.
"I just want to save my reputation and innocence before it's too late!" Ian watched Snape disappear, and could only feel annoyed that his reaction was too slow.
However.
He also secretly made up his mind that if Snape dared to use his hair to brew Polyjuice Potion and go to the women's room or Professor McGonagall's bedroom to do some peeping that would damage his reputation, he would also brew it. A pot of polyjuice potion came out, and he transformed into Snape and performed a song of Pure Land for everyone in the auditorium.
"Snape is born evil!"
Ian was still a little angry when he was carried back to the crowd. He touched the top of his head. He was born in England and was most taboo. Naturally, the hair in the center of the head is falling out.
It is true that although Ian is still a child, his hair is not very thick. God knows what will happen if he doesn't plan ahead when he is a child.
"Wait a minute to see my performance. I learned how to ride a broom long before I went to school. My father took me all the way from Austria to the sky in London."
"That time We also encountered a large flat Muggle flying iron, which threw a Bludger at us and invited me They were playing games, but my dad took me and apparated back home instantly."
"I bet that if my dad hadn't been in a hurry to go to the bathroom, I would have hit the Muggles' flying iron. Come down!" The little wizard from Slytherin boasted that he had ordered Nimbus 2000.
Ian greatly admired this man's courage in trying to exchange one for one to the extreme. What he admired even more was that many young wizards listened with interest and did not feel that there were any strange knowledge points mixed in.
William was also bragging about himself to Michael and the friends around him, but it was obviously not as outrageous as the little wizard on the Slytherin side. He just showed off that he still had the printed underwear of the Mottola Macaw players.
Full set, movable, just like Dumbledore... Ian quietly put some distance between himself and William. He was now very worried that William would customize a "Ian" after the holiday. "Pants."
“Whoops!”
With Mrs. Huo Qi’s whistle, everyone fell silent.
Rolanda Hooch is a middle-aged woman with neatly combed short hair, with a few strands of hair that are slightly messy due to magic practice or outdoor flying.
She looks very serious, slightly less imposing than Professor McGonagall, but even so, she is still able to control the timid little wizards in the first grade.
Except Gryffindor.
“Learning to fly is a dangerous course. First we must establish communication with the broom. Everyone listens to me carefully. If someone deserts, I will ask him to leave my class.”
Mrs. Huo Qi first gave everyone a warning. Seeing that everyone became serious and nervous, she began to talk about the precautions for flying on a broom with satisfaction.
After all, it is meat wrapped in wood.
There is no safety rope yet.
Flying on a broomstick is indeed a very dangerous sport. Ian doesn't understand why we can't invent a flying tool that can calmly drink black tea in the sky since it's no longer the Middle Ages.
Just because of Quidditch?
“I must become Doctor Strange at Hogwarts!” Ian looked at the simple broom he was assigned, and he became more motivated to learn more about alchemy.
Ian deserted a bit, but was not discovered.
"Get up!"
Mrs. Huo Qi is teaching everyone how to use language to arouse the magic power in the body to resonate with the flying broom, and many students are also shouting along in the same pattern.
Little wizards who don't have a clear sense of magic can almost only rely on the instinct caused by language to induce magic. Many little wizards' brooms are just spinning on the ground.
“Get up.”
As expected, Ian succeeded the first time. To say that he has a clear perception of magic, the more he comes into contact with wizards of the same kind, the more clearly he understands how clearly he perceives it.
That rhythm.
It is a vision that few people have access to.
"One point for Ravenclaw, Mr. Prince, you did a good job." Mrs. Hooch glanced at Ian in surprise, and then gave Ian a thumbs up in appreciation.
William, who was next to him and called up the broom second, only received a look of approval. The second place was often like this, but William didn't seem to care at all.
“Look! Look! I’m just a little slower than Ian!”
He excitedly showed off to Michael.
“It’s really difficult.” Michael wrinkled his nose, hooked his foot on the broom and pushed it upwards, and his hair-removing broom fell steadily into his hand.
It was originally a bit off, but the guidance of magic is always useful. There are always more methods than difficulties. Michael became the third little wizard holding a broom.
Ian nodded, Michael is indeed a smart little black guy. It is not difficult to see from the classes over the past few days that although Michael likes to perform some opportunistic operations, he can always fulfill the professors' requirements. At this point, William, who has been studying hard, is obviously slightly inferior.
God knows how long William has been secretly practicing hard for this lesson.
"Concentrate!"
"You have to be very eager and try hard to get the broom into your hands!"
"Oh my God! What are you doing!?"
< br>...
Ian and his roommates were waiting for other little wizards to get familiar with the process. They did not see the conspicuous package of unauthorized takeoff, but they saw a certain little wizard trying to take a few bites of a flying broomstick.
Um.
It was Michael’s favorite little black girl. She looked like sugar cane while mumbling, but Mrs. Hooch caught her and gave her a severe scolding.
Michael's expression was obviously distressed.
"Rebecca is just hungry, what's wrong with her..."
That's what dog licking is.
Both Ian and William couldn't stand it, but fortunately, biting the broom a few times was not a big deal. Mrs. Hoqi quickly began to teach the next step of takeoff.
"I will only demonstrate once. You all remember clearly that you must hold on tightly here." After Mrs. Huo Qi gave the demonstration, she began to inspect and correct the mistakes of the little wizards.
Ian was originally quite comfortable astride the broomstick, but after being corrected by Mrs. Hooch into the correct movements, his expression became a little less happy.
This is a bit silly... uncomfortable.
The Cushion Charm seems not to be effective on these old brooms.
"Just rise to a height of a few feet at most. Don't let me see you flying more than ten feet. So far, I still want to ensure that no one in my class is injured."
Huo Qi The lady's tone was obviously very proud, but Ian knew that she should only be proud of this year. Next year, Mrs. Hooch would definitely face a real challenge in her career.
“Swish, swish, swish~”
Learning to fly is not a difficult thing, not even as difficult as Ian’s feeling of being scared. Fortunately, he can secretly do it His broom transformed into a small soft cushion.
Everyone is practicing according to Mrs. Huo Qi's instructions, and Ian also feels the joy of flying in the air, so comfortable and comfortable...with an indescribable familiarity.
"Turn into a raven and fly here!"
Ms. Ravenclaw's request seems to be in his ears again. If he can learn the Animagus, Ian really wants to be able to become free. A free raven.
“The preliminary preparations alone take a long time. This is still a truly dangerous magic. If you are not careful, there may be an accident that creates a new species.”
There is expectation in my heart.
However, Ian does not want to start learning Animagus transformation right away. He has already piled up a lot of courses, and it is not too late to learn alchemy research after he understands it.
"Flying cloak..."
After landing on a broomstick, except for some little wizards who were afraid of heights, most of the little wizards were still unfinished. Ian only felt that the experience of flying a broom was really not comfortable.
When the flying lesson is over.
The first thing he did was throw away his two useless roommates and plan to return to the dormitory to study. I have almost finished reading the borrowed books, and Ian has made good progress in his study of alchemy.
Through the fragments of the dress given by Teacher Mara, as well as the works of many sages in the Hogwarts library, Ian's alchemy skills have exceeded level three last night.
This is already a very good level.
Although every aspect of wizards' lives is inseparable from alchemy, wizard chess, broomsticks, memory balls, and even everything that can be seen everywhere, such as candles and bonfires, have the shadow of alchemy.
However.
As a subject that involves material changes, potions, ancient runes, charms, and transfiguration, it is almost difficult for even senior students to control and learn it.
The so-called genius.
In fact, it is just the ticket to this subject. As the most difficult subject to get started in the entire wizarding world, even the senior students at Hogwarts only have a few geniuses who take it as an elective course. Some of them may be able to master this skill, but it is still difficult to achieve the level of success.
It is just to be able to use this technology to earn a living after graduation. It is almost impossible to become an honorable alchemy master.
In addition to being meticulous and as rigorous as a gear, alchemy also requires comprehensive knowledge in various fields. To become a master, you also need unbridled imagination and creativity.
“Fortunately, I’m not just a genius, I’m also a loser.” In Ian’s eyes, alchemy is not that difficult, it is nothing more than a process of learning control and innovation.
See it, learn it, start using it, that’s all————While walking quickly back to the Ravenclaw lounge, Ian saw a dementor standing guard on the eighth floor. .
Many wizards have bypassed the eighth floor.
Full of fear.
Most people in the wizarding world are like this. They grew up hearing about the horror of dementors. Dementors are really as scary to young wizards as many Muggle families used to scare them when they were young. All kinds of strange stories about children.
The only difference is that dementors really exist, and those strange stories may just be strange stories, made up by parents to scare their children into obedience.
Dementors are not living creatures, but evil spirits. They have no facial features and have a hole where their mouth should be. This hole can suck away people's souls and happy memories.
The characteristic known as "Dementor's Kiss" can make a person fall into hell. Not to mention young wizards, many adult wizards also avoid such existence.
"What's going on? Why did the dementors come to school?"
Ian asked the senior classmates and it seemed that someone from the Ministry of Magic came to investigate Ronnie .The cause of Professor Erich's death, and the dementors were the assistants brought by the investigators from the Ministry of Magic.
"What kind of investigation can stupid dementors assist? This must be just a deterrent from the Ministry of Magic. What Cornelius Fudge loves to do most is to make others fear him!"
< br>It seems that someone in this senior's family works at the Ministry of Magic, and they also criticize the leadership. Some of the parents' opinions will always be radiated to their children.
"Although they are stupid, don't you think they look cool? I thought the school was going to send out Dementors... Oh, I'm so happy for nothing. I want to raise one." Ian stood looking at the eight in the distance. The dementor in the upstairs corridor, the dazed dementor, also felt the gaze.
Looking at each other.
The other party is floating in the air wearing a hood.
“Ah!”
Ian was affected by the dementors, and he... just felt that the dementors were more handsome. There is no coldness like falling into an ice cave, only cool wonders that fill my mind.
perhaps.
Dementors, like basilisks, are both good choices as pets!
“The Ministry of Magic has used dementors in the wrong place.” Ian was quite critical of the Ministry of Magic. Such a stupid but cool guy, those people don’t use them as pets but actually use them as guards. ?
What a waste of natural resources!
“??????”
The third grade senior looked at Ian with a longing look on his face.
Everyone was shocked.
She originally wanted to invite the good-looking junior schoolmate to have lunch together, and then naturally establish a friendship, and prepare and pave the way for a period of time when the friendship turns sour.
However.
“Oops, I forgot my wand in class, oops.”
The senior who was being talked to by Ian just felt that she had discovered the strange behavior of her younger brother. She quickly used her exaggerated acting skills and turned her head in confusion to leave the stairs.
She felt that she had to let the little sisters who had been discussing this handsome little boy since the school dinner know that some things might not be possible when they were alive.
“So handsome!”
Ian didn’t know what the senior was thinking, so he sighed again, waved to the stunned Dementor, and walked down the stairs. Climbed to the lounge on the eighth floor.
“I heard that someone was caught during a night out last night.”
"Yes, the Gryffindor couple had their clothes stolen when they were caught!"
"Oh my God! They are so miserable. I bet it must have been the administrator Filch. , it is said that he would steal the clothes of young wizards and take them back in an attempt to get himself involved Stained with the breath of magic! "
......
There is always endless gossip in the lounge of Hogwarts, and it is the same in the lounge of Ravenclaw, except for Ian I'm not very interested in this kind of gossip that I can't see happening.
A group of young wizards gathered around and wanted to tell him gossip. Eager to continue learning alchemy, he quickly tried to deal with it. The young wizards could no longer see him even before they finished telling the gossip. .
Looking at Ian disappearing in the dormitory corridor, several young wizards looked at each other, their expressions became a little lonely. They gathered together to discuss why Ian's reaction was so perfunctory.
The last few people came to a conclusion that everyone agreed with - they were probably isolated by Ian. As a result, a discussion on how to win back the friendship of the young professor began naturally.
“Start self-discipline!”
Ian did not know that he had caused misunderstandings to the little wizards. After he returned to the dormitory, he began to study eagerly. Several alchemy-related books were It has been almost eaten by him.
Tell the truth.
The wizarding world and the Muggle world have been isolated for too long. Perhaps only the discipline of alchemy records that the science of the Muggles also had a mutually beneficial relationship with magic.
“If the principles of flying broomsticks could be used to build airplanes and cars, all the people in environmental protection organizations would probably lose their jobs!” Ian felt that he should refer more to Muggle technology in terms of alchemy.
He may not have much creativity and imagination, but among the largest group of people living on the planet, there is definitely no shortage of geniuses and unparalleled creativity among them.
Except Muggle technology for reference.
If Ian can set up a website and use pounds to solicit submissions from the imagination of ordinary people, he may have the opportunity to step on the fire of everyone and become a master alchemist in the wizarding world.
Muggles are responsible for thinking.
He is responsible for using magic to achieve it.
How can this not be considered as his wisdom as a future alchemist master? There are only a few alchemy masters in the wizarding world, and their imagination and creativity cannot be stronger than that of a group.
Look at the development of the wizarding world, and then look at the development of the Muggle world. With the efforts of countless people, Muggles have developed hundreds of thousands of ways to kill people.
And what about the wizard.
It's either a curse or a big melon.
The natural advantages magic brings to wizards in invention and creation are in vain. The Scope Curse-1 cruise missile had not been invented, and Ian felt that those who were stuck in their ways were to blame.
“It’s like the Marauder’s Map. It’s been invented for so long, but only Harry Potter can use it next year. This is a backward idea that likes to be hidden!”
Ian made some criticisms.
Opened the drawer of his desk.
He took out a piece of parchment from a pile of parchment and prepared to start his alchemy experiment today. His first experimental idea was to mass-produce a copycat version of the Marauder's Point Map at a low cost, so that all wizards and wizards in Hogwarts could have a copy of the Marauder's Point Map.
Looking for the twins?
Eating alone?
It doesn’t exist!
Ian’s goal is to expand his wallet and make affordable maps available to everyone at Hogwarts. This can even promote night travel technology for little wizards at Hogwarts. progress!
"This is how the times develop!"
Ian began to write quickly, process the parchment, and then outline the magic circuit of the magic text link on it. Although it was his first time to practice, his technique was different. Not unfamiliar.
[Ancient Alchemy (Level 3] 76/400]
After all, it is knowledge that has been completely certified forever. The role of the panel is most obvious in this regard, and it can provide Ian saves a lot of possible practice waste
Of course.
While practicing, a deeper understanding will naturally arise in his mind, increasing Ian's skill proficiency at a speed that is probably slower than studying alchemy classics.
[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1]
[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1.5]
[You are making An alchemical creation, proficiency +1】
……
Surprisingly, a proficiency level of 0.5 still appeared. It was probably because his ideas got stuck when he was understanding it. It also gave Ian some insight, and he quickly completed the basic burning of the first piece of parchment.
“Second one!”
Ian pulled out another piece of parchment.
This is something that was unearthed from the Room of Requirement, including the materials for writing magic scripts. You can really find anything in the garbage mountain.
Ian feels that the Room of Requirement is simply another form of Doraemon.
He has seriously considered moving his small classroom to the Room of Requirement at a certain time in the future when he no longer needs to rely on the Room of Requirement. The Room of Requirement does not need to be something that Ian has been conservative in his seven years of study. secret.
It exists there.
But it remains vacant most of the time.
What is the difference between Muggle plutocrats who gather all the money in their own hands and leave it alone without waiting for it to slowly rust? Those elites who can continue to attend Ian's small class are qualified to become insiders and users of the Room of Requirement.
Of course.
Even though he is not an elite, Ian still has the confidence to teach him to become an elite.
It’s just a question of how much to pay.
“Only when everyone makes progress can the progress of the times be born. I already have enough favor from God, so why do I need to be afraid that others will see my back on the road to progress.”
< br>Ian did not skimp on his knowledge when he started a small class.
Of course he also has a selfish side.
For example, when it comes to the idea of a magic cloak, Ian doesn't intend to mass-produce it. Others ride brooms while he wears a flying cloak. Only in this way can he appear more handsome than others, right?
There can only be one Doctor Strange at Hogwarts!
“The third picture!”
“The fourth picture!”
……
The preliminary production of the Marauder's Map is not complicated, at least in Ian's opinion, but for other Hogwarts students, the production of the Marauder's Map is definitely a huge problem.
After all, even the father of the savior Harry Potter, the rich second-generation gangster who Ian should call James Evans, perhaps from the perspective of Snape’s blood relative, is also related to Several other people with equally good talents got together and spent a lot of effort and research to complete the first generation of the Marauder's Map.
It can be said.
It is difficult for most wizards with no family background to do this alone. Ian has not seen the one of the twins, but he has his own way of completing the Marauder's Map.
“The most critical part is the real-time display of names and locations. I can only have the opportunity to complete this at night. There are too many people during the day and it is difficult to do it.”
Ian only plans to make fifty copies of the first batch, and then make adjustments based on users' responses. He is not worried that he will not be able to complete the most complex and arduous work of the Marauder's Map.
Not long ago, Ian learned some information in "Hogwarts: A Secret". There is an alchemy tool called the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission in Hogwarts. , all Hogwarts students come from the choice and judgment of those two props, and this is his shortcut and idea for making the Marauder's Map!
"Thank you for your ancestors, thank you for the founder, thank you for Hogwarts... and thank you for my clever little head."
Ian does not know the operation of the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission. What is the principle, and I don’t know why the Pen of Admission and the Book of Admission can cover the entire UK.
Most of today's alchemists have never been able to comprehend its secrets, after all its pages have never been touched by human fingers since the Four Giants placed it there when the castle was completed. Touched.
but.
What does it matter?
Ian only knew that based on a few words in "Hogwarts: A Secret", he found a way to add map information and labels to the parchment he made.
I don’t think it will be successful at all.
It is at least 89% certain.
"Thanks to Teacher Mara for her comprehensive teachings!" Ian found that he had forgotten to thank Teacher Mara, so he added a little more. He found out the fragments of Teacher Mara's dress and continued to study.
Continuing to make the Marauder's Map requires a night trip to find the tall building where the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission are placed. There is still quite a long time before the afternoon class.
William and Michael did not return.
One may be hiding somewhere secretly working hard, while the other may be searching for sugar cane for his beloved goddess. Ian feels that he has a deep understanding of both roommates.
“Brush!”
Just when Ian was studying seriously.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Ian.
“Happy brought lunch to the learned Mr. Prince!” It was the house elf Hubby that I had met in the kitchen before. It was holding a full plate in its hands and it was still sizzling. Oily steak.
Different from the black pepper seasoning that is common at dinner parties, this steak now has many red peppers on it, making it look like it was just picked from the vegetable garden.
“Thank you too, hard-working elves.” Ian was startled, but he was not surprised. He quickly reacted and took the hand of the house elf Habi with a smile on his face. steak.
The death of Professor Ronny Ehrlich, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, may be a sad thing, but meeting a house elf in the place where Professor Ronnie Ehrlich turned into pieces is a blessing among misfortunes. .
The misfortune of Professor Ronny Ehrlich.
Ian’s blessing.
He was able to communicate with the two house elves who were responsible for transporting Professor Ronny Erich, and through a few words of praise and request, he got a little help from them to deliver food to his home.
Not going to the auditorium for lunch.
It doesn't mean skipping lunch.
Watching Ian enjoying his meal, the house elf Happy was very happy.
"Habi is very happy to be able to help the learned Mr. Prince. As for the matter that the learned Mr. Prince asked him before, Hubby's friend Rabbi has already gone to look for ingredients and seasonings." No. Just delivering food.
Ian obviously has other requests for the house elves.
"Okay, okay! You guys are great! I must give you a set of gifts this Christmas, a super invincible kitchen universal multi-functional kitchen utensil that I personally made!"
Ian still likes the word super so much naming method.
"Oh! My God! The learned Mr. Prince wants to give Hubby a gift! No, no, no! Hubby can't have it! Being able to serve your little wizard already makes Hubby very happy!"
The house elf Hapi was pleasantly surprised, but he still waved his hands in fear and refused.
“It’s settled!”
Ian finished the steak on the dinner plate and handed over the empty dinner plate.
“The learned Mr. Prince is simply the best little wizard!” House Elf Habib was moved to tears, and tears burst out of his big eyes.
They are a group that is really easily moved.
"Habi and Rabbi must prepare delicious food for the learned Mr. Prince!"
Finished.
As if he heard some movement outside the dormitory, the house elf Habi bowed deeply and then disappeared into the dormitory - Ian's two roommates did not come back.
It was just little wizards from other dormitories playing in the corridor.
“Shabu-shabu beef must be better than steak!” Ian asked the house elves Habi and Rabbi about the matter. Of course, he hoped to eat some delicacies that were different from those in the Great Empire.
However, Ian's egg-fried rice-level cooking skills in his previous life were obviously seven or six orifices, so it was naturally impossible for him to teach house elves how to make delicious food.
Professional matters should still be left to professionals.
They will do their own research.
The little wizard just needs to enjoy it.
“This time I am really grateful to my ancestors.”
Ian continued to study hard.
Teacher Mara’s after-school teaching is as usual, it can be regarded as a homework. The extremely complicated and in-depth knowledge of the dress fragments, when gathered together, points to an alchemical work.
For most of the alchemy formulas above, Ian still has not been able to understand the basics to this day, but at least he is much better than when he first started learning alchemy.
This was enough for him to use some references and his own guesses to analyze what kind of work he could create if he learned all the knowledge about the dress.
Time Converter!
Yes.
The witch's homework is to create a time management artifact that can no longer be built. It can be said that every one of it is broken.
"However, this kind of circuit and structure is different from the alchemical structure analysis of the time converter by the alchemy masters in the existing literature."
"More complicated?"< br>
Ian checked the relevant introductory books.
Slightly confused.
……
The afternoon class is Herbalism.
Both William and Michael came back to get the "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" needed for this course. The first herb class that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff took together will be at It takes place in the greenhouse outside the castle.
“Today’s lesson is about biting cabbage.” William was still flipping through the book while walking, as if hoping to leave a good impression on the herbal medicine teacher. He probably secretly went to the greenhouse at noon to see it. Ian, this type of academic master, really knew it all too well.
"Can it be eaten? Is it delicious? Can I take it back to the dormitory to eat?"
Black brother Michael's performance is as good as ever. His soul asked three times in a row, let alone the other two people in the dormitory, maybe even the herbal medicine class professor would have a hard time answering.
Pomona Sprout.
The Herbology teacher at Hogwarts is also the headmaster of Hufflepuff House.
She is a short witch with flowing gray hair.
With her thick patched hat and mud all over her body, she looked like a housewife, not at all like a powerful witch who could rule an entire academy.
"Children, welcome to herbal medicine class. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time." Pomona Sprout smiled and was as amiable as a neighbor's aunt.
Ian heard that she was an optimistic and compassionate person. She was supposed to be richer than Snape, but she lived frugally because she helped many Hufflepuffs who had no food to eat.
In addition to the cabbage with fangs, Ian also saw white cabbage with spikes in the greenhouse. The amount of planting is not too much, no wonder there will be not enough from next year.
"Save me! Save me! The cabbage bit my butt!"
There is a disobedient little wizard who wants to tease those biting cabbage.
He suffered the consequences.
"Hiss! The bite force is too scary! Maybe I can grow a lot of biting cabbage and let them challenge the Hungarian Horntail on my behalf?"
The one who exclaimed was a Hufflepuff. girl.
Ian looked over.
She is indeed the cute little witch who made amazing remarks in the Transfiguration class.
“Quickly apply some white blood to stop the bleeding!”
Professor Pomona Sprout hurried to save the students in her own college and issued a warning to all students - which can be regarded as a somewhat redundant operation.
After all, the bitten little wizard was the most typical negative case. Professor Pomona Sprout first sent the little wizard to the infirmary before returning to continue teaching.
"Everyone has just seen how good the hemostatic effect of white fresh food is. This is the first lesson we have to learn..." Professor Pomona Sprout also made full use of being bitten. The residual value of the little wizard, she might have chosen to paint the little wizard white just now just for this moment.
"Hey, Professor Sprout is not Snape, I can't maliciously speculate on her!" Ian followed his classmates to open the textbook, and knowledge began to be poured into his mind.
No accidents happened in this class.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have always gotten along relatively well. William, who had secretly done his homework, undoubtedly won a full five points for Ravenclaw.
Hufflepuff also had three points... Just when get out of class was about to end, Ian saw the cute little witch taking away a few biting cabbage and fava bean-sized seeds.
He didn't know whether he should report the other party. If the other party really wanted to plant biting cabbage to fight the dragon, his report would probably affect the beginning of a legendary story.
“I’m still too kind!”
Ian didn’t speak in the end. After class, he followed his two roommates to the auditorium for dinner. He mainly wanted to intercept Snape and ask him for help. Get your hair back.
However.
You may not always get a response if you keep thinking about it. In the auditorium for the dinner, not only Snape did not come, but even the headmaster Dumbledore did not show up.
There are several vacancies on the teaching bench.
“As expected, they are all eating small stoves!”
Ian turned to look at the Slytherin long table. Aurora still did not appear, but he unexpectedly discovered Daphne. Greengrass and Marcus Flint.
"I'm actually awake!"
Ian was a little regretful that he didn't bring his gift.
We all had a friendship on the same boat. He didn't know why Daphne Greengrass would huddle directly behind the cover of other little wizards when she caught his gaze.
Even to eat, I only dare to reach out from behind others to get it.
In comparison, Marcus Flint was much bolder. Even when he was stuffing things into his mouth at the dinner table, he kept staring at the Ravenclaw table. of Ian.
That look.
This is really baffling to Ian.
Obviously this guy had his brain twitched and framed him, but he still looked at him as if he wanted to eat him alive. Are all pure-blood families so unreasonable?
Just when Ian was feeling very unhappy, there was a commotion and a group of owls flew into the auditorium, bringing their master a letter from afar.
“My mom sent me candy!”
Michael also received greetings from his family, and William received a large package, but he did not open it. Instead, he hugged the package and ran out nervously.
It took a while before he came back empty-handed.
"What did you do?"
Michael was sharing candy with Ian.
"I went back to the dormitory to put things away." William continued to eat the dessert, as if he wanted to make up for the time he had just taken up, after all, it was almost time to clear the table.
"Why don't you wait and take it back together later."
Michael's doubts did not receive a response, and Ian was not very interested. He stared at the feathers on his plate, looking thoughtful. expression. If these owls are fed a little laxative on Halloween, will everyone feel their own Halloween blessings?
Dinner is over.
Ian did not receive a reply from the orphanage.
“Stop!”
After eating, Ian planned to go back to the dormitory with his roommates. However, he was stopped by Marcus Flint in the corridor leading to the dormitory.
There are many Slytherin juniors and seniors around him.
Daphne Greengrass was also among them, but she did not want to stay with the others. She took her little sister and wanted to leave this place quickly.
Ian looked over.
Daphne Greengrass immediately shrank her neck and gave in. She seemed to be begging the little sister who didn't want to leave, but the little sister held her back as if she wanted her to watch the show together.
"It has nothing to do with me!"
Daphne Greengrass suddenly shouted to Ian, her voice was very panicked. Maybe she was absent from the morning flying class because she heard that she would take classes with Ravenclaw.
"Why doesn't it matter? Isn't it because of him that you have been lying in the infirmary for so long? Don't be afraid, Greengrass, there has never been a coward in your family!"
"Little Grindelwald is gone, Si It’s just Nap. My family’s connections in the Ministry of Magic can settle old accounts with him at any time. We all know that our dean is not clean enough.”
Marcus Flint turned around and said to Daphne. Greengrass snapped.
"It's my own poor health... Damn it! Flint! You're crazy! Don't take me with you if you want to die!" Daphne Greengrass broke free from the little sister's hand.
"Let her watch right here!" Marcus Flint gave the order, so the third-year wizard of Slytherin blocked Daphne Greengrass.
“What do you want to do?”
William saw that the person who came was not good, and his expression was very nervous.
"I tell you, this is a school, don't mess around!" Michael decisively took out his wand, but the wand of the first-year wizard obviously had no deterrent effect.
"It has nothing to do with you, get out of here." Marcus Flint took out his wand and wanted to cast a spell on William and Michael, but he heard Ian suddenly speak abruptly.
"What? A senior senior wants to challenge a lower-grade wizard to a duel?" Ian's eyes were a little annoyed. He felt that Marcus Flint was simply incomprehensible.
“Tsk, tsk, are you worthy?”
Marcus Flint sneered disdainfully. He pinched his wand and looked at Ian with a look of resentment. , lowered his voice and asked sternly.
"If you don't want to suffer, just tell me what your uncle, yes, Severus Snape, our good head of Slytherin did to me!"
Marcus Flint's expression was very angry, and his mood swings were very violent, which made Ian feel that his thoughts were not as angry as he appeared on the surface.
Fear? disturbed? Ashamed?
“Why did I lose my memory for several days, and then everyone in Gryffindor said that I was taken away for killing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!”
Marcus Flint did not realize that his thoughts were being read by Ian.
He was almost roaring.
But Ian felt stern and angry.
"Is there a possibility that I don't know more than you do? I remember that I was the victim who was framed by you." Ian curled his lips.
"What a joke! How could I kill Professor! It must be you! It's your uncle! He is a Death Eater! He wants to blame me for his crimes!"
I finally understood why Marcus Flint was so hysterical, and why he seemed to have no respect for the Dean of Slytherin.
“I definitely witnessed Snape’s crime, so he used the Imperius Curse on me, and performed a show the next day. After taking me away, he immediately cleaned up the remaining traces of me. Memory!" Marcus Flint roared incoherently, probably frightened by his own brain supply.
Actually it's not surprising.
If he is really "framed", his family's connections in the Ministry of Magic will obviously not be of any use to the Saints, and it is even possible that the entire family will be implicated.
If he is not anxious, who is?
"Why don't you ask the professors? If someone really framed you for killing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, how could you be let back to continue teaching?"
Ian was very worried I don’t understand the wiring of Marcus Flint’s brain.
"Of course I asked a few professors, but they were obviously not good people and didn't tell me anything. I think they wanted to protect Snape!"
"You are all paralyzing me now. ! Ha! You think I can't see it! I am the scapegoat to get rid of little Grindelwald!" Marcus Flint seemed convinced of his idea.
Inbreeding.
The intelligence is indeed outstanding.
"The professors at Hogwarts will not protect Snape because of friendship... You are probably still a little confused. I suggest you go to the school infirmary to have a look."
After Ian finished speaking, he wanted to leave with his two pale and frightened roommates. But he never thought that Marcus Flint would directly raise his hand to cast a spell on him.
"Stand still and die!"
It's not an Unforgivable Curse.
Marcus Flint is obviously not as good as the previous senior student who has become ubiquitous, perhaps because there are too many people here to cast vicious spells.
"Armor for protection."
Ian had always been defensive.
The iron armor spell was cast immediately, and the spell was bounced aside. Maybe, maybe, maybe it was a coincidence that a Slytherin wizard who was cheering for Marcus Flint was unfortunately attacked.
Nothing more.
Compared with the horrified look of the cursed person's feet stuck together, among this group of pure-blood Slytherin students, Daphne Greengrass's face was actually paler.
“It’s over! It’s over!”
Daphne Greengrass regretted that she woke up too early. She felt that Marcus Flint was really crazy. Did this guy not know anything about the relationship between little Grindelwald and that boy?
"You..."
Ian turned around with a cold expression.
"Is this the etiquette of your pure-blood nobles? To sneak attack at the slightest disagreement?" He held his wand and looked calmly at Marcus Flint, who looked a little unbelievable in front of him.
"I need you to prove my innocence. It was your evil Death Eater uncle who killed the person!" Marcus Flint raised his hand and chanted a curse.
"Seal the tongue and lock the throat."
Ian cast the spell one step ahead of him.
The spell hits.
Marcus Flint's tongue was directly fixed on the roof of his mouth, unable to speak at all, let alone recite a curse. He roared angrily from his throat.
Start asking for help with your eyes.
Some students who were close to him took out their wands, and William and Michael quickly wanted to pounce on them. After all, they had not learned any spells that could be used to cast them.
“Huh!”
Suddenly.
A raging fire rose on the ground in the corridor, and the fire shot into the sky, raging like an angry beast. The orange-red flames directly surrounded a group of Slytherin students inside.
The flames rolled, heat waves surged, and the air was distorted. The senior students wanted to take out their wands, but found that Ian was turning his head and looking at them coldly.
The flames were within easy reach of these people's feet, as if they would fall on them at any time - wise people chose to put down their wands, and Slytherin students knew how to save time and gauge the situation better than anyone else.
"How is it possible!"
"The arson curse? No! How can the arson curse be so terrifying!"
"He will kill us all!"
Everyone felt a chill down their spines, a heat wave hitting their faces, threatening to burn them at any time. These people could not imagine why a little wizard could kill them all instantly.
"I knew it!"
Among the frightened crowd, only Daphne Greengrass looked unsurprised. She made no move to take out her wand. After her eyes came into contact with Ian's cold eyes, she immediately raised her hands to express surrender. Then, as if she felt inappropriate, she squatted on the ground and hugged her head.
"Ian beep!"
William's eyes were full of enthusiasm.
Michael stood next to him and was stunned.
Standing outside the ring of fire, they were in sharp contrast to Marcus Flint, whose mouth was sealed. Marcus Flint's eyes were filled with an expression of horror.
He held the wand.
But because I couldn’t recite the mantra.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t hold back a single spell.
"I have tolerated you for a long time. You are under the Imperius Curse, which is understandable...but what does it have to do with me? I don't expect you to respect me, but you should at least respect yours. Professor!" Ian raised his hand and pressed the wand.
immediately.
Marcus Flint, who was still trying to cast spells silently, stooped. He felt as if there was a huge mountain on his back, and it was difficult to straighten his waist no matter what.
"Before a duel, you must bow. Mr. Flint, you have such a prominent status and you actually want me to teach you this etiquette. Didn't your family teach you what is called grace?"
Ian spoke in a gentle voice while leaning forward.
“Look, that’s it.”
He gave a demonstration.
When you lift yourself up.
Marcus Flint felt that the mountain on his back disappeared, and the tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth returned to normal. He subconsciously chanted a curse loudly and resentfully.
“Expelliarmus!”
Perhaps because he has never learned any powerful magic, Marcus Flint’s disarming curse was easily blocked by Ian with the Iron Armor Curse. Towards the dark wall.
"There was no countdown to three, tsk tsk, it seems I can't be polite to you."
Ian raised his hand.
The wand bloomed with green light.
"Avada Kedavra!"
His voice not only frightened Marcus Flint so much that his wand trembled and fell to the ground, it was even intercepted in the flames. Everyone and the two roommates were horrified.
green light.
Lights up the entire corridor.
Hit Marcus Flint in the chest.
"Unforgivable Curse!!!" Marcus Flint, who was frightened to the extreme, turned pale, his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground, trembling all over as if half of his soul had been frightened.
A while.
Only then did he realize that he was not out of his wits, and hot water was still coming out of his crotch.
“It’s really boring. You can’t tell the difference between the lighting spell and you dare to fight with me?” Ian raised his wand, and the wand that Marcus Flint dropped to the ground flew back to the library. In the hands of S. Flint.
"Continue, believe me, I won't let you down again with the next spell." Ian's soft voice made Marcus Flint completely lose his grip. Wand of Courage.
Crack.
The wand rolled to the ground.
Marcus Flint has lost his courage as a wizard.
He understood Daphne Greengrass and chose to join Daphne Greengrass. He rolled his eyes and fainted immediately.
"Take your leader away." Ian canceled the blazing flames on the ground and looked calmly at a group of wizards with fearful eyes and pale faces who did not dare to look at him.
"I don't think any seniors will go to the professor to complain, right?" Ian's gentle words did not make people relax, and the group of little wizards who had escaped from trouble became even more nervous.
Just.
Ian soon found out.
The eyes of these people did not seem to fall on themselves, but looked in the direction behind them. Even William's flattering and praising voices did not know when they disappeared.
Maybe.
Marcus Flint's fainting death also has some tactical significance.
Because.
"Mr. Prince, I don't think their notification is needed. After all, I have been watching here for a long time." It was the voice from Albus Dumbledore.
Close at your fingertips.
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