Chapter 95 94: The missing link, re-entering the illusion
Not Voldemort!
Definitely not a Death Eater!
The silver glow shines.
The coldness and despair in the air have been dissipated a lot. Warm and powerful power is emerging, which is the magic that only opens the door to learning to those who can feel the beauty - the Patronus Charm.
"A saint..."
Ian's stiff hand was still hanging in the air, his eyes fixed on Gilderoy Lockhart's wand, in which wisps of silver light kept emerging like clouds. drift.
The elegant silver animal slowly took shape, but was deliberately blocked by the caster with silver mist. Ian could only feel the proud posture and powerful aura of the figure from a sudden glance.
The dementors in the cage all made extremely sharp screams - Ian could feel the panic of this dementor, but the selfish adult wizard did not try to use the patron saint to fight against it .
The Patronus, deliberately obscured by the silver mist, only surrounded the real pirated Gilderoy Lockhart, converging all his power around Gilderoy Lockhart. .
Let's just call him that.
After all, they have the same face.
"The Patronus Charm is a kind of magic that is not too advanced. The spell is just like what I just recited. The key is to concentrate on recalling the happiest things in your heart."
“Some people say that this is the gathering of the good things in the heart Of course, you can also think so, but in my personal opinion, I prefer to believe that we are just using good memories to get a response. "Gilderoy Lockhart's wand has been flashing silver. Hui, his expression regained its naturalness and calmness.
And at this time.
"Seize the soul!"
Ian caught the moment when Gilderoy Lockhart looked at each other, activated the magic he learned from the cheap senior sister, and a strange and incomparable light flashed across his eyes. Purple light.
The magic was activated successfully.
It's just that... Ian failed to successfully invade Gilderoy Lockhart's head. Not to mention modifying and checking the memory, even Gilderoy Lockhart's clearly visible emotions when he first entered the classroom have become silent and cannot be noticed anymore.
"Ancient magic, you have learned quite a lot of magic." Gilderoy Lockhart raised his eyebrows. He took a step back and revealed to the surprised Ian why he resisted Ian's sneak attack.
I saw.
Just where Gilderoy Lockhart had just stood, he seemed to have shed a layer of crystal-clear shell. When he stepped back, that layer of wax sculpture-like material remained. In place.
Obviously.
It was this shell of unknown magic that resisted Ian's attack.
"While we are communicating, you can carry out sneak attacks at any time, and I can also use this to see what else you are capable of." Gilderoy Lockhart was not angry at all.
He smiled calmly and raised his hand to gently flick the wax sculpture-like shell in front of him. The shell shattered and quickly dissipated into air after falling to the ground.
“Huh?”
Ian even felt the restraints controlling him disappear.
This was obviously the other party who made him open up. After weighing it in his mind, Ian did not continue to try to launch an attack. He now had a definite guess in his heart.
“Professor, what response are you talking about?”
Ian shook his arm and asked as if nothing happened.
Gilderoy Lockhart smiled.
“Every soul has a partner and a child. The spurned black magic will not make us abandoned by it. Only the lack of self and soul will make it never find you again.”
Gilderoy Lockhart also seemed as if the sneak attack just now had never happened. He reached into the mist and stroked his Patronus. His tone of voice was somewhat relaxed. The rhetoric in his mouth was obviously quite shocking, and completely different from the various patron saint theories that are mainstream in the wizarding world today.
Heresy!
"Is there any evidence?" Ian tried his best to let the fluorescent light on his wand shine on all the little wizards. In fact, when Gilderoy Lockhart's Patronus appeared, the unconscious little wizards were out of danger.
Now the air is just a little bit like winter has arrived.
"You are asking me the right person. This is a question that even Dumbledore will definitely not be able to answer for you. He is always trapped by various things and cannot have as much time as I do. Go and learn." Gilderoy Lockhart, who was suspected to be that person or that person's saint, was not impatient at all.
He smiled as if he was very willing to answer Ian's doubts that were delaying time, "You may have known that the establishment of Azkaban came from a black man named Extis. The wizard who built Azkaban Castle in the fifteenth century and seduced many Muggles Sailors went to that island to torture and mutilate. "
"When the Ministry of Magic discovered the island, it was already full of dementors. Some people said that the dementors were used by Extis on the island. The result of biological alchemy created by Muggles”
"This time, everyone is full of fear and worry about bio-alchemy... Oh, stupid people have always been like this, they will always be deceived by the same stupid rhetoric."
"Anyone who has a sufficient understanding of alchemy Everyone can understand this explanation How ridiculous, creating a brand new species out of thin air is a forbidden area that belongs to God alone. "
"We can't even prevent death, let alone create these species that transcend life and death..." Ji. Dro Lockhart looked at the monster in the cage.
“According to the records about Extis, he was not an outstanding dark wizard. The fact was that he used Muggles to perform a kind of sacrifice on the island that is now a prison. Ritual."
"He brought species that did not belong to our world into this world, and he also lost his life because of his half-heartedness. This is the real reason why he disappeared mysteriously."
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Gilderoy Lockhart's tone was full of certainty. It clearly happened many, many years ago, and he didn't know why he was so confident.
"What does this have to do with the Patronus being able to fight against Dementors?" Ian felt that the other party's story was indeed very good, but it was obviously not the answer to the question he asked.
Gilderoy Lockhart shook his head.
"Of course it does matter, because the world where Dementors live is the world we will eventually go to. In that world, the Patron Saint is responsible for paving the way for his partner." His answer remained the same. Different from the current mainstream, it is a rhetoric that will definitely be regarded as deceptive in the wizarding world.
Ian frowned slightly.
"You've never died, how do you know."
He thought about it carefully.
Although there were many animals in the tangled fantasy world, every wizard soul he encountered in that land seemed not to be accompanied by their patron saint.
"I will die eventually, won't I? We will know it by then." Gilderoy Lockhart did not refute, but just shrugged to express his indifference.
“……”
Ian was a little unconfident because of Gilderoy Lockhart's ease and determination. Perhaps the situations mentioned by the fake Gilderoy Lockhart would happen further ahead than the Twisted Illusion?
After all.
If this guy is really that person.
You don’t want to instill some nonsense into others with empty words, right? Well, I'm not sure. I heard that people who have been imprisoned for a long time will have some delusions and mental disorders.
"Muggles can't see Dementors, and they can't fight Dementors in despair. Don't they have their own patron saint?" Ian asked a key question.
Faced with such sharp doubts.
Gilderoy Lockhart just smiled a little brighter.
"Only when a child comes back from the dead can a miracle be born."
His clear voice carried a subtle meaning that was somewhat unclear, which made Ian couldn't help but feel that it sounded familiar to him. Aurora seemed to have mentioned similar words out of the blue when she was talking to Aurora in the bookstore.
Do you need to die once to obtain the Patronus? How is this possible... With so many wizards around the world able to summon patron saints, it can't be said that they all brought back their partners after resurrecting from the dead!
Just when Ian was puzzled.
"The question time is over, Prince, it's time for you to try." Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly changed the subject, his voice full of eagerness to try.
Because his whole body overlapped with his patron saint, and the thick silver fog was very dazzling, Ian could not see that one of his eyes had turned white.
"I'm very curious about how extraordinary your Patronus is." As if he was a little impatient, Gilderoy Lockhart's discolored pupils reflected a scene different from that in the classroom.
The old man was crying on his knees, and a little wizard raised his hand in the shadow of his pupils. Silver threads emerged from the elder wand, weaving into a blurry figure... He could see it, but he couldn't see it. clear.
Prophecies always do.
Especially when it comes to some major disruption.
This was the case back then.
The same is true today.
"It must not be a dragon or a thunderbird, that would make me very disappointed." Perhaps Gilderoy Grindelwald, whose name should be changed, has been preparing for this lesson for a long time. The reason is that I want to understand the reason why I can't see clearly. How can a cast of spells cause subversion that affects the world?
It's just a patronus charm.
“Invoke God’s Guardian!”
Ian took a deep look at the teacher in front of him, and did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he raised his wand and started trying, constantly recalling his past in his mind. of happiness.
Was it when you accidentally came into contact with an island teacher for the first time in your previous life?
The wand just sprayed some silver fireworks.
This is obviously not true happiness.
“Calling the Gods to Guard!”
Keep trying.
Maybe it was because I was playing tricks with my roommates during my college days. The only Juggernaut with a record of 37/0/0 - the magic wand began to spray out more silver threads, and the panel of the system also began to change.
This obviously belongs to the true happiness of the human-headed dog.
[You have learned the Patronus Charm, and your proficiency is +3]
“Call the God to protect you!”
Ian thought about it for a moment, because he was confessed by a female classmate and was licked by a female classmate. Going crazy and stabbing to death was probably not a happy thing, so he began to search for it in the experience of this life.
Ms. Elena, Catherine, Daniel, Mia, many children who grew up together in the orphanage, as well as the family and friends they met after coming to Hogwarts.
Will you be happy when you get along with them?
The increasingly dense silver mist gave the answer.
[You have learned the Patronus Charm, proficiency +5]
[You have learned the Patronus Charm, proficiency +3]
[You have learned the Patronus Charm Curse, proficiency +4】
……
Under the eager gaze of the fake Lockhart, wisps of rich silver threads continued to emerge from Ian's wand, and soon formed a turbid and rich substance that hovered in front of Ian. Since he was not aware of the threat of dementors, Ian did not experience the cold and fear being dispelled.
However.
The warmth of the patron saint and the breath of hope can be felt very clearly.
"You can do better, gather your patronus..." Gilderoy Grindelwald encouraged him, his voice urgent, as if he wanted to witness Ian's guardianship before someone else. god.
However.
"Professor Grindelwald."
Ian's face was extremely red, but his voice was a little helpless.
“I think I’m so happy now that I’m going to be happy on the happy planet... Maybe you should give me something that can make me rich overnight to stimulate me again.”
< br>His wand is constantly emitting silver light.
Obviously what I said is correct.
However, in the face of Ian's "reasonable" request, the man standing in front of someone else frowned. He looked at the silver mist that was about to fill the entire classroom and fell into an autistic silence.
“It shouldn’t be.”
Gilderoy Grindelwald, who had confirmed his identity, did not correct Ian’s title.
He frowned, as if he had also been touched by a blind spot in knowledge. The extremely powerful power of the Patron Saint Spell was active in the classroom, and even began to attempt to invade the area where his Patron Saint was hovering. This is obviously a situation that only occurs when one has fully learned the Patronus Charm and has sufficient magic power.
Didn’t you see that the dementors in the cage were digging the ground like crazy? It was clear that there was no way to dig underneath the cage, and the dementors were frantically trying to get into the ground to hide!
Such a deterrent.
It has even surpassed the Patronus Curse released by most wizards with physical Patronuses. Logically speaking, a Patron Saint Curse of this scale should have already condensed a physical Patron Saint.
Why can't it condense?
Now it was Gilderoy Grindelwald who was puzzled. He thought that his years of study and accumulation had far exceeded his past, but the reality made him realize that there were still things he didn't understand.
Ian doesn’t understand either.
[Guardian Charm (Level 0) 49/50]
His training and learning of this magic went very smoothly, but the progress of learning got stuck at the end, as if he lacked something to cast this spell. Magic is crucial stuff in general.
If you follow the theory of the fake professor in front of you.
Is it because he doesn’t have a patron saint?
“Why should others have it but not me?”
Ian's wand has been spraying silver light, filling the entire classroom. In the sound of the dementor wailing for mercy, the silver light even squeezed open the window and spread out.
However.
They just don’t gel.
No matter what Ian controls, he can only compress them.
“Professor, where is my soul mate?”
He could only look at Gilderoy Grindelwald on the podium eagerly.
“…”
Gilderoy Grindelwald opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say at all. He was extremely speechless, and his originally confident and calm expression was a bit awkward. Bewildered. I can’t say that I’m completely confused, I can only say that it’s like the state of a genius with perfect scores in college entrance examination mathematics when he participates in a global mathematics competition.
"Yes...where is your soul mate?"
A man who has always been unruly and can spy on destiny has not escaped the fate of becoming a repeater. He saw that the silver light in Ian's wand was already making the entire classroom invisible.
"Put away your magic, and I will help you find a solution to the problem." Gilderoy Grindelwald still couldn't think of a possible factor.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian revoked the magic.
All the silver mist began to return and disperse.
As Gilderoy Grindelwald raised his wand, the earth-like material on the ground once again covered the Dementor's cage, and it returned to its original plain podium.
The classroom returned to normal.
"You are responsible for waking them up and telling them that I am very disappointed with their performance in this class. I hope that in the next class, at least two or three of them can persist until the end."
After Gilderoy Grindelwald finished speaking, he wanted to walk towards the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
“Huh?”
Ian was a little surprised.
He thought that Gilderoy Grindelwald's bad teaching behavior was just a one-time madness. However, it seemed that he would continue to pretend to be Lockhart as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with this face. ? Is this kind of thing really something that Dumbledore agreed to!
Is the identity of Gilderoy Grindelwald still going to exist for at least another year?
It sounds so awkward!
"Professor, maybe we need some courses that are not so exciting..." Ian looked around at the students on the ground. If he didn't know better, he might have thought that this was a scene of ecstasy.
It is indeed a bit tragic.
"This is what a real Defense Against the Dark Arts class should be like. You find it too exciting just because the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers in this school in the past years were not qualified."
With a flowery face Gilderoy Grindelwald, who looked like a writer, stopped, turned around, and reminded Ian softly in a serious tone.
"As I said just now, real dangers will never wait for your growth. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class should allow you to gain practical experience in danger."
"At least these children will not really die in school, and when they enter the cruel and dangerous world outside school, I believe most of them will be grateful to me."
"Including you Same thing.”
Gilderoy Grindelwald's voice had a power that seemed to penetrate people's hearts.
"Snape will definitely be the first to thank you, because you will definitely scare the little wizard more than him." Ian sighed, and immediately walked to the place where his two sleeping men were sleeping. Next to my roommate.
"Mr. Prince, one day you will understand."
Grindelwald continued to walk towards the door.
“If you want to see flowers bloom, you have to bathe in the blood of the flower pickers. The reality will always be like this. Your opinions have nothing to do with me. All I want is to see the flowers bloom brilliantly.”< br>
His magnetic voice echoed in the empty classroom.
"Now, get out of class is over."
The words fell.
The man's figure has disappeared around the corner outside the gate.
……
Set up the crucible.
I found a few pieces of chocolate and boiled them into liquid. I filled a large bucket of chocolate liquid and returned to the classroom where corpses were everywhere. I started to wake up my classmates next to each other.
Although it was not what Ian wanted in his heart, he could only use the most primitive method to wake up everyone while filling them with chocolate. Even a little witch like Qiu Zhang got a slap from him.
“What happened?”
“Didn’t the dementors eat me?”
"Oh my God! I had a nightmare... Damn it, it's this classroom! It's not a nightmare!"
...
As many little wizards slowly wake up, instinct-driven support While gulping down the chocolate juice, Ian also discovered that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher might still have some sense of propriety in his heart.
The influence of the Dementors has not left any sequelae for everyone, but everyone may be depressed for several days due to a slight loss of happiness.
“So scary.”
As a black boy, Michael develops relatively quickly and is a big guy in the first grade, but now he looks a bit like a quail, trembling.
Ian wanted to go over and comfort him, but he heard something come out of his mouth, "I actually have a feeling that Rebecca might not like me... Oh! This illusion is really true It’s terrible!”
A licking dog is not worthy of comfort.
Ian stopped.
Choose to turn around and comfort the groom in his dream. William was much more normal in comparison. When he woke up, he was just muttering about a nasty little kid occupying his room in the family, and he was going to use it to make soup for Ian... Okay, loyal William Maybe it's not that normal.
Ian never thought that just one night later, he would sincerely hope that the so-called cub was just a non-human race from the William family, although that was quite creepy.
"What kind of friends are these?" Ian became suspicious of his social circle. He looked around. Fortunately, most of the little wizards' nightmares were strange and even immoral.
This is the remaining power of the Dementors.
After encountering a dementor, the victim will still feel tired and weak, and may have various nightmares for several nights in a row.
Some potions that can make people feel happy can speed up recovery, but these potions are quite expensive. Even if Snape is not at school, Ian does not have the courage to go to Snape's office. Rummage.
There are many people lying in the classroom.
There is no one named Lily Potter, or Harry Snape... I can only suffer from the pain of the classmates. Ian quickly woke up everyone who had fallen into a coma. classmate.
Everyone is a little chilly.
Hold the chocolate juice given by Ian and drink it hard.
"Lockhart is absolutely crazy! I want to tell my dad! Let my dad fire him!" Unexpectedly, there is a second-generation school leader like Malfoy among the little wizards in Ravenclaw. .
"That's a dementor! Woohoo! I never want to take Defense Against the Dark Arts class again!" There are also crying little wizards who are afraid of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Everyone is very scared.
Even if Ian tried to make a big deal like "The professor said he will capture a Veela for us to practice defense against dark arts in the future", he only got one of the little wizards to choke and raise his head and ask hesitantly. .
"Is it one for each person?"
This kind of inquiry is still full of hesitation, which shows that the psychological shadow felt by the little wizards is not light. Fortunately, Ian I have already considered this with thoughtfulness and warmth in my heart.
"Where are the dementors? Were they taken away by that Lockhart?"
William asked with lingering fear.
"Who knows..."
Ian's response of pretending to be confused is actually very guilty.
The eyes are a little wandering.
But the two roommates who were in shock were unable to notice that even the podium had disappeared in the empty classroom. After taking a breath, everyone left the classroom on trembling legs.
Many people were heading towards the school doctor's office. Madam Pomfrey obviously would not be at peace at noon today, and she didn't know how the fake professor would deal with this colleague who cared so much about the little wizards.
“That’s not what I want to consider!”
After lunch, when Ian returned to the dormitory with his two listless roommates, he was curiously thinking about the real lucky one. Where did Dro Lockhart go? Will he bump into him in a trance? Maybe not, Polyjuice requires a living person, maybe Gilderoy Lockhart is being held captive somewhere by a fake professor?
Of course.
Ian has little sympathy for the real Gilderoy Lockhart.
For this kind of person.
Perhaps being imprisoned and used as a pig for hair extraction is what Gilderoy Lockhart deserves. Those who have been harmed by Gilderoy Lockhart will obviously be happy to see this situation.
If they still remember... The only thing that made Ian feel a little incredible was that Dumbledore would actually allow Aurora's grandfather to pretend to be Gilderoy Lockhart.
Judging from the memories Dumbledore showed before, the two people should have broken up. Aurora's grandfather was already imprisoned in the Nurmengard Castle in Austria.
Just let it go?
The Ministry of Magic does not have the ability to supervise anyway, and there seems to be nothing wrong with private prisons. After all, according to Dumbledore's memory, Grindelwald served his sentence voluntarily.
I don’t want to stay anymore... Who can stop me except Dumbledore?
“Perhaps it’s because the murder of the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher seems to be more than just a curse. There must be something worse behind it than I imagined.”
"Voldemort or something else?" Ian felt that the man might be here to protect Aurora, and he couldn't help but regret that such a situation did not happen next year.
Noseless Tom would have regretted missing out on this.
"Maybe the curse won't work?"
While Ian and his classmates may have to suffer for seven years, and longing for a surprise for noseless Tom, he really I really want to sacrifice myself for others and choose the latter.
Of course.
This is not something he can decide.
"I'm going to the library, how about you?" Ian just went to the bathroom in the dormitory, and when he came out, he found that his two drowsy roommates had fallen asleep.
In the past few days when they had nightmares, it was obvious that too much sleep was not a good choice, but it was the first time that Ian's slap method had no effect on them.
"Maybe I used too much today and it's not powerful enough." Ian simply tidied up his bed and took a detour to the Room of Requirement to check on his treasure again. The library became his favorite place as always. The perfect resting place at noon, but today the library seems to be even less crowded.
As expected, the situation in the Defense Against Dark Arts class today has spread like wildfire, but for those little wizards who have not experienced it personally, some of them even think that the new black magic teacher It's really cool or something, I don't know if it's because Ye Gong loves dragons or because Lockhart's fame is a filter.
Faced with a murmur of discussion in the library, Mrs. Pince showed her dignity as expected, and everyone regained silence under the threat of the feather duster.
"An unknown kind person saved these little wizards who had no idea."
Ian just looked up at Mrs. Pince's "law enforcement", then lowered his head and began to study alchemy. Knowledge, this was the course he was most interested in besides Charms and Transfiguration.
This is actually one of the elective courses at Hogwarts, but it is a pity for Ian. He needs to pass the three subjects of Charms, Ancient Runes, and Transfiguration in the fifth grade O.W.L.s exam. Only when he got excellent grades in all classes was he able to take elective courses taught by Professor Arthur King in the sixth grade.
This is a transparent professor who Ian has no impression of, but seems to have worked at Hogwarts for many years, and other faculty members who cannot find any information in Ian's impression.
Of course, a huge school cannot only have people that Ian is familiar with.
Just like the mysterious ancient runes professor Basilda Barbling, Ian has not seen this figure of Professor Arthur King since the beginning of school. This made him try to show his excellent alchemy talent and obtain The plans favored and guided by Professor Arthur King were being ruined every day.
The results of the O.W.L.s exam are certainly not a problem for Ian. His only flaw is that he is too young. Perhaps he can only have a chance to sneak into the alchemy class by pulling out his senior's hair to make polyjuice potion.
"Maybe I can skip potions class and go to alchemy class." Ian became very interested in biological alchemy due to his conversation with the black magic teacher in the morning.
He spent the whole noon in the restricted book area looking at relevant documents and information - even though he had a rough understanding of it before, most of it came from fragmentary information in books such as "The Origin of Bloodline".
"It actually has something to do with biomorphing." Ian spent the entire noon in the library. During the afternoon flying class, he found that both of his roommates actually chose to skip class. Since he didn't need to bring any teaching materials, Ian did not choose to go back to his bedroom.
He just saved more than ten minutes and continued reading. He never thought that his two roommates were still sleeping in the dormitory. This was probably a sequelae of the Dementor encounter in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
The achievement of skipping school is quite rare for young wizards from Ravenclaw. However, in fact, it does not have a big impact on future studies. After all, in Ian's opinion, there is no difference in whether or not he takes the flight class that teaches low-altitude flying, just like whether he takes the motorcycle driver's license test or not, it doesn't matter. Go up and kick and run.
Only until the dinner party.
Ian just saw his two roommates who looked even worse.
They don’t even have a good appetite for food. Although he had a rare opportunity to not compete with his roommates for food, Ian didn't eat much when faced with the chicken drumsticks in front of his desk.
Because he saw the long table in Slytherin, the Germanic girl would always stare at him from time to time, and the way she didn't move the utensils was obviously thinking about the delicious food he mentioned.
Ian is not the kind of person who talks nonsense. He looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was leisurely enjoying the food in the professor's seat. He only approached Aurora after the professor left the table after the dinner.
I originally wanted to drag William and Michael to go with me, but neither of them had any interest in eating at the dinner, let alone walking a long way around to the Hogwarts kitchen. .
"Let's go back to sleep...Hey, there is everything in the dream." I don't know why William and Michael said this with frightened expressions.
We all know that we have nightmares.
Do you want to go back to sleep?
Sometimes Ian really feels that he is a little out of place in the slightly perverted dormitory. Fortunately, he has a friend who is at least normal most of the time.
“Your grandfather is at the school!”
In the corridor outside the auditorium, as soon as he met Aurora, Ian revealed his disguise as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Laura saw a look of shock or surprise on her face.
I never thought about it.
"I already knew it just now. Grandpa said that you would probably come to me to complain, and asked me to remember what you said to him." Aurora's expression felt a little strange.
Maybe it's because the word "complaint" was a word she chose temporarily without hesitation?
"..."
Ian silently deleted all the drafts in his mind, "How could I scold my professor? He really knows how to maliciously speculate on people. I can only be grateful. He taught me the Patronus Charm."
His voice rose a little, and he took out the map to confirm the location.
"Okay."
Aurora nodded after hearing this.
"You said his heart is dirty."
He actually summed it up.
“!!!”
Ian's eyes widened immediately.
“Without complaint!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately fell into the Germanic girl’s scheme.
"Okay."
Nodding again, Aurora showed that she had learned something. She imitated Ian's tone and said, "But you have to Teach me the Patronus Charm.”
Concise and clear words.
It gave Ian a very familiar feeling of déjà vu.
"You are so evil! A cunning villain!"
Muttered, of course Ian did not refuse. He looked in the direction of the eighth floor, "Actually, I haven't fully learned it either. However, it shouldn’t be difficult to teach you.”
“ Anyway, we have just finished dinner, and we can still practice magic to digest food. Although I don’t agree with your grandfather’s teaching method, if you can learn the Patronus Charm tonight, I will let you take a look at the magic I picked up today. Baby." Ian said as he ran ahead.
After seeing Aurora following him, he didn't forget to remind him, "That's a lost Dementor. You can't tell our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... Dementors are very important to you." It’s dangerous, you’ll know just by looking at my two roommates, so you must first learn the Patronus Charm.”
Aurora nodded behind Ian.
"Isn't it dangerous for you?"
Her tone was full of curiosity.
"I feel like it is like a puppy, but it is well-behaved... This is probably because I used to face the strong wind with a long sword!" Ian brought Aurora to the Room of Requirement.
Make sure no one is around.
He then silently thought about the room where the things were hidden and took Aurora into it.
The door slowly closed, and then gradually disappeared. Walking out of the owl hut in the west tower in the distance, it seemed as if Gilderoy Grindelwald, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had just mailed a mail, had deliberately spared him. He pouted at the location of the disappeared door, and then returned to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor through the stairs.
"Hoo~"
The candles in the office lighted automatically.
Light up the dark room.
I don’t know where I went before, but now I have returned to school. Dumbledore is waiting here. He is leaning on the table with his head lowered as if playing with something in his hand.
Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Gilderoy Grindelwald was not surprised at all.
"The Ministry of Magic has lost a dementor, Gellert, we agreed not to break the law." Dumbledore looked up at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who walked through the door.
He frowned slightly.
Grindelwald, who had the figure and appearance of Gilderoy Lockhart, tilted his head. His figure remained the same, but his face began to twist and change with a crackling sound.
Soon.
That old yet handsome face reappeared. This is a transfiguration skill that few people can learn, and its difficulty is even second only to the Animagus, one of the highest achievements in transfiguration.
Transfiguration is a profound form of magic that allows wizards to change their appearance through transfiguration, and even completely imitate themselves into the appearance of another person. This type of transfiguration is significantly different from Metamorphosis Magus and Polyjuice Potion. It does not require innate abilities or the assistance of potions, only advanced skills and knowledge. The Hogwarts library lacked books on this topic for some reason, so it was obvious that Ian had guessed wrong about the reason for Grindelwald's transformation in broad daylight.
"Your Ministry of Magic will not admit that they have lost anything, so the law remains unbroken." Grindelwald walked to the desk.
His hands and body are still the younger version of Lockhart.
In his early years, Gellert Grindelwald was proficient in using this magic. He used human body transformation many times to disguise himself in order to reduce possible troubles or carry out some secret activities. Now he may His physical functions are far from what they used to be, but his attainments in magic and the use of various knowledge have definitely reached a new peak.
It is never physical ability that limits wizards.
"You don't need to use dementors to teach those little wizards. I asked you to come here just because I hope you can take good care of the students here instead of sending them to the school doctor's office when I am away." Dumbledore looked directly into Grindelwald's eyes, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"The best care is to teach them how to survive." Grindelwald still seemed to conflict with Dumbledore's ideas, but it was not an irreconcilable contradiction.
Dumbledore just frowned.
Did not continue to refute.
"Poppy was quite critical of you. She was extremely busy at noon today, but she did not choose to report you to the Ministry of Magic." The Poppy Dumbledore was talking about was Pomfrey from the school doctor's office. lady.
“I will personally thank our school nurse. Who would refuse a well-known writer who knows his mistakes and does not correct them, but has a sincere attitude and comes to your door with gifts?”
Grindelwald's face turned into Gilderoy Lockhart again, but it only lasted for a few seconds before returning to normal. "I found that he is really popular in school. People are flattering him. It made me feel young and energetic again, but it's a pity that when I brag to them about myself, I can only brag about Lockhart's story."
After several more transformations, Grindelwald imitated. After looking at his posture in front of others, Grindelwald found that human body transformation was like the natural instinct of magical animals.
"First grade... is still a little too early." Faced with the vivid imitation show of his old friend, Dumbledore was more concerned about the educational issues at Hogwarts.
He sighed heavily.
“But maybe you’re right.”
Although Dumbledore knew Grindelwald's teaching methods and content in his heart, and a considerable part of the reason must be because of the two children in the first grade, he could not guarantee that Grindelwald's educational concepts were absolutely wrong. After all, these days He has walked more than once on the edge of fear.
Wind and rain may come.
So, the means of self-protection are indeed something that young wizards should learn... Dumbledore pinched the gadget in his hand, and complex emotions flashed through his eyes bit by bit, and finally He still chose to adapt to the status quo, which was a compromise for his old friend without touching the bottom line.
“You know what I don’t want to see happen.”
Of course.
Some reminders are still needed.
"I will be very measured." Grindelwald actually compromised. After all, the little wizards were just unhappy, which was far from reaching the level where he felt he could push their potential.
“Do you have any clues about the letter that sent Ronnie Erich to die?” Dumbledore did not continue to struggle with the issue of teaching methods, but his expression became more serious and cautious. .
Grindelwald also became serious when he heard this. He took out two letters from the drawer of his desk - letters with exactly the same appearance details and only slight differences in content.
“Before my letter was sent, Ronnie received a forged letter. That person was really awesome. He even predicted what I would write and made a decision that would not cause any confusion. Suspicious modification... Even I, looking at his letter, can't tell anything fishy about it."
Grindelwald opened the two letters and put the contents on the table. As he said, there was no difference in the general contents or even the details of the two letters.
Only when it comes to the instructions given to Ronnie Ehrlich, the forger used greater interests as an excuse to tamper with what Grindelwald was originally going to give Ronnie Ehrlich. . Ronnie Erich didn't find anything unusual, so he chose to die in the hands of his students as instructed.
“He asked Ronnie Ehrlich to drink. This was obviously an oversight that would be discovered. If Ronnie Ehrlich was asked to drink poison, I don’t think Ronnie Ehrlich would suspect you. "
Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he stared at the two letters that still made him feel a little creepy. It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of prophet could do such an accurate and terrifying operation.
"Haha, don't think of me as another professor you hired, you can't help but notice." Grindelwald's eyes were also on the two letters he laid flat on the table.
"It's as if this forged letter has not been taken away. It was still lying in the office drawer when I came. This is an absolutely confident mockery and a kind of contempt and disdain for me." Grindelwald's voice was very Excited, "I'm going to find this guy and he challenges me to a fun challenge."
There were a lot of emotions going on on his face.
Only fear and timidity.
"Is this mysterious guy at school?"
Dumbledore asked the question he was most concerned about.
"I'm afraid he has never been here. If he could sneak in, how could he trick the little wizard into going to Hogsmeade? He can't still use a blind trick on us."
Grindelwald A fairly reasonable judgment was made.
It is similar to Dumbledore’s judgment.
Old Bee nodded.
Throwing the gadget he had been playing with on the table in the office, "Back to our other problem, how many more of these things are there?"
The sound of the collision was crisp.
It is a small and exquisite locket jewelry.
The main part may be made of some kind of precious metal. The surface is finely carved and polished, and the gems inlaid on it give off a faint luster. The luster is a bit dull, but the appearance shows that it was expensive to make. There are also some ancient text and symbol carvings on it, which are extremely exquisite.
"I'm just playing a writer. In fact, I'm just a prophet. Albus, you are too greedy. How can I know everything in this world." Grindelwald did not check. Meaning, he seemed to dislike the things on the table so much that he even moved the chair under his butt away from the ancient and mysterious locket on the table.
"I can only tell you, it should be more than one." Grindelwald's words were exactly what Dumbledore was worried about, even though he had known for a long time that the die-hard from many years ago might have used this method to He was escaping death, but he never thought that the crazy guy would dare to cut his own soul multiple times.
This will usher in a fate that will ultimately be irreversible.
At the same time, it is also a very troublesome problem for living people.
"The hidden dangers are too great."
Dumbledore stared at the locket on the table with flickering eyes
"You just got rid of your students in such a panic ? I've never seen you so anxious before." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and said in a very relaxed tone full of ridicule, "Why do you have to solve it yourself? If you escape death once, death will always come countless times. Those who cheat death will not end well in the end. ”
His words of reassurance were soft.
But Dumbledore's brow did not relax.
"I know what you are worried about, Albus. With me here with you, the students here will be truly safe. The only thing we have to worry about is..."
Green DeVoe was interrupted before he finished speaking.
“Can you see anything else?”
Dumbledore continued to insist, with a look of help in his eyes.
Grindelwald was slightly startled.
However, he still sighed and shook his head in response, "Actually, the reason why I can see this disgusting thing is because it is related to the pain you need to suffer in the future."
" It was because I shook hands with you again that I saw it... Even though my research on destiny is far ahead of yours, the more detailed the prediction, the stronger the connection I need with the target of the prediction." Grind. As if suppressing his inner resistance, Waugh put his hand on the locket.
One of his eyes only changed color for a moment.
"Why don't you go and ask our Lord the Dark Lord yourself? He is right there, in the forest of Albania...Tsk, tsk, the evil Dark Lord is hunting a rat."
"It's a real rat. ." Grindelwald said with a joking tone as he withdrew his hand, walked to the sink and diligently cleaned his palms.
For a guy like Voldemort, he really felt spurned and disgusted. Horcruxes, if they were so useful, how could they only have a few users?
History has never been short of amazing people.
"Remember what I have done for you, Albus. After touching this kind of thing, I feel that I will be stained with misfortune." Grindelwald shook off the water stains on his hands and walked back. .
"I know he is there."
Dumbledore spoke quietly at this time.
“…”
Grindelwald’s expression stiffened a bit.
“Bad luck!”
In the end, he could only vent his anger to the locket on the table.
“We can’t catch him there, he can slip away faster than anyone else, and if he knows that we have discovered his secret, he will become more timid and vigilant than anyone else. "Dumbledore looked at the locket on the table. The evil black magic aura and soul on it had not yet been dealt with.
"I will search carefully along the trajectory of his life. If you find anything new, be sure to tell me." Dumbledore said and walked towards the door.
"Of course."
Looking at Dumbledore's back walking towards the door, Grindelwald's thoughts seemed to go back to the morning a few days ago, and what he saw at that time appeared in his mind. The picture I've been to.
"Albus, I am choosing to help you as always." Grindelwald seemed to be responding to Dumbledore's request, but while he quietly turned white, his eyes seemed to be reviewing the information from a few days ago.
It was a strange ring sealed in a dilapidated old house somewhere.
"Thank you, Gellert. In fact, I have always just wanted you to take care of the school. Don't do too many things, okay?" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and warned.
Grindelwald's eyes returned to normal a step ahead of schedule.
“Not a single student will die.”
Grindelwald smiled of his own.
"..."
Dumbledore sighed louder. He stood at the door with one hand on the doorknob. He hesitated for a moment, and then spoke to Green. DeVoe inquired.
"Is Gilderoy Lockhart still alive? He was originally the substitute professor who was supposed to appear in the school. I really didn't expect that as soon as I stepped forward, you found a target to replace him."< br>
“I also thought of arranging a more leisurely position for you.”
Although Dumbledore's ability to invite Gilderoy Lockhart already shows that Dumbledore has chosen the consumables, his behavior is still somewhat different from Grindelwald.
"I just want the position of my own choice."
Finished.
Grindelwald continued to add.
“Actually, I am very willing to share my memories of Gilderoy Lockhart with you. If you have also seen the things in his mind, you will definitely recognize my feelings about Gilderoy Lockhart. Special arrangement.”
"Don't worry, he's not dead. I promised you that I would only kill dark wizards..." Grindelwald's words made Dumbledore nodded, opened the door and walked out without asking any more questions. Seeing the door slowly closing, Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes as if tired.
It is not easy to deal with Dumbledore.
"Resurrection Stone, this kind of ghost thing cannot be seen by Albus... Well, I hope Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart will also be satisfied with my arrangements for him."
While Grindelwald was resting his mind.
Austria.
Night falls.
Nurmengard Castle seems to be lightly covered by a mysterious black gauze. The moonlight shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the ancient and mottled stone walls, adding a sense of eeriness and sadness to the abandoned castle. Under the moonlight, the castle has clear outlines and towering towers, but it remains desolate for some reason.
Many people dare not approach.
Even the Ministry of Magic officials in charge here are the same.
Most of the time.
The branches and leaves of the trees cast mottled shadows in the moonlight, and the forest around the castle seemed particularly silent at night, with only the occasional call of night birds and the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves.
But today is a little different. The atmosphere today even made the local Ministry of Magic personnel who were far away and only dared to use some equipment similar to telescopes feel a little confused.
What have you been shouting in front of the bars? Such an abnormal reaction made their goal of drinking tea, playing chess and collecting a salary for most of their lives every day seem different from the past.
“Perhaps it has something to do with Albus Dumbledore’s registration visit not long ago?”
Someone made a guess.
then.
Several Ministry of Magic officials looked at each other, suddenly realized, and started playing wizard chess again, without continuing to observe the castle that was very, very far away from them.
It’s not a dereliction of duty.
The task assigned by their superiors is to play chess here. They just need to take a look every few hours. Whether that person is still inside or not is not something they need to worry about.
After all.
Everyone knows what the current Austrian Minister of Magic has done in the past. Everyone is paid and just makes a living. Even if there is no one there, they can at best hide under the bed and sleep as that person. If they really had to run over to check, they wouldn't even go. Is it because their salary is not high enough or their lives are not precious enough?
"Let me out! This is a conspiracy! This is persecution!"
"You can't do this! I want to see Dumbledore! I want to see Dumbledore!"
< br>The gate of Nurmengard Castle was closed tightly, and the rust on the iron gate shone dimly under the moonlight. The path in front of the door has long been covered with weeds and vines.
Amidst the thick iron windows.
"Grindelwald" was holding the window and screaming at the top of his lungs. However, in the unguarded Nurmengard Castle, the only company he had was the locked iron door and the sound of waves outside the iron window. Just an opening spell can solve the problem, but even if he hasn't lost his wand, there is a high probability that he will not be able to cast such a simple magic.
Perhaps it was the Forgetting Curse that made Gilderoy Lockhart forget his past during the robbery. After all, he spent most of his life stealing other people's glory and living in other people's past.
Today.
Fate is actually not harsh on Gilderoy Lockhart. It once again responded to Gilderoy Lockhart's needs and gave him a truly glorious and glorious past for him to immerse in.
How amazing.
...
Aurora’s talent is really great.
At least he is better than most of the little wizards Ian has seen. Even Shen Feng Wuying taught her that she could learn it quickly, but she didn't know why she couldn't control the Patronus Charm.
Ian chose to use an empty room to teach Aurora. However, although he gave detailed instructions during practice, Aurora's wand only maintained a silver thread.
Hours of practice.
There are still very few and not much increase.
“Calling the Gods to Guard!”
The last attempt, Aurora also ended in failure. She gripped the wand tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her heart to recall the warm and happy moments in her life. The tip of her wand still only flickered once, spraying out a small stream of weak silver light and then there was no follow-up.
Like a fleeting meteor in the night sky.
"It doesn't matter, take your time. Maybe I'm too good at teaching now, and I'm not a good teacher. Of course, you must not be happy enough either. This kind of thing can be easily solved... Just wait, I'll ask you. My good uncle Snape will make you a pot of happy potion." Ian was still comforting Aurora when he left the Room of Requirement.
"Is there such a happy potion for practicing the Patronus Charm?" Aurora actually didn't care much. She just frowned and tried to remember various formulas.
"Well, the Half-Blood Prince really can't be used as Doraemon, so let's create more happy memories. Maybe eating hot pot will become a happy memory for you!"
Ian took Aurora to the kitchen where the house elves had always been.
"What is Doraemon?" Aurora followed closely. When she walked into the corridor before entering the kitchen, she looked very curiously at the paintings around her that were different from other corridors.
"It's a happy memory of mine." Ian scratched the pear on the huge hanging painting. The pear giggled and escaped, turning into a green doorknob.
Aurora was very surprised.
Ian waited for the pear to return to its original shape and let her scratch it again - the door was opened, and the enthusiastic house elves would respond to every little wizard who could find the Hogwarts kitchen.
“There are actually so many house elves!” Aurora was shocked when she saw the alien heads in the room. She had probably never seen so many house elves gathered together. scene. Indeed, there are more than a hundred house elves in Hogwarts responsible for various tasks.
Even families with deep foundations do not have similar cards.
Most wizarding families are considered to have a good life if they have one elf. Even a wealthy family like the Malfoy family is not qualified to raise too many house elves.
To know.
Although the house elves are domesticated and obedient, most of them possess extremely powerful magic, even far surpassing many adult graduated wizards. Except for places like Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic would not allow any family to privately own such an "army".
"Little wizard! Little wizard!"
I saw someone entering.
The house elves all turned their heads, their faces full of joy and excitement, and a little bit of eager anticipation. They bowed to the two people as if they had been rehearsed for a long time.
"Mr. Prince brought his friend who didn't follow the school rules!" The rabbi obviously knew Aurora and had already taken to heart the fact that Aurora didn't follow the school rules.
"Hot pot! Old rules! Cut the meat thinner! Add more chili!" Ian walked to the old position with familiarity, where the house elves had already set up the copper crucible immediately.
This was a scene that would definitely make Snape furious after seeing it. Bone broth, chili peppers, ginger slices and other seasonings were skillfully added to the crucible by the house elves.
The fragrance spreads quickly.
The soup in the pot is rolling, and the red firelight is dancing on the soup surface. The elves take turns to come forward and bring various ingredients to the table with exquisite silver tableware. There are rare mushrooms picked from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, fresh vegetables provided directly by the school every day, and specially processed meat.
Every ingredient is handled just right. Professional things really should be done by professional people. Ian may be able to achieve such great knife skills, but it is really impossible to perform well in seasoning.
While waiting for the ingredients to be boiled, Aurora smelled the fragrance in the air and couldn't help but sniff. Then she looked around at the house elves who seemed to have something to do all the time. The elves wore the same uniform - a tea towel emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest.
They wrapped the tea towels around themselves as robes, and shuttled around them busily and orderly. While making some food, they also did not forget to act as the most considerate waiters for the two of them.
"Mr. Prince's favorite beef slices! Hubby cuts them very thin!" An old acquaintance, a house elf, brought the plate. In addition to the thin beef, there were also some seafood.
It was probably not fished out of the Black Lake.
"Perhaps Hufflepuff students are much happier than us." Aurora looked at the house elves making delicacies, and she probably guessed where the delicacies would be sent.
"Hufflepuff will never go hungry, this is their house motto." Ian answered while scalding the beef. In fact, each house has its own geographical advantages.
“Eat this!”
He threw the hot beef into Aurora’s bowl.
Aurora, who had not eaten much dinner, immediately put the beef slices into her mouth with a fork.
"It tastes pretty good."
Her eyes lit up.
"Yes, yes, it tastes good. Come on, eat more." While Ian was eating, he also didn't forget to give Aurora some vegetables, especially those covered in soup.
Ian's attentiveness gradually made Aurora, who was immersed in cooking, realize that something was wrong.
“I want to drink water!”
Aurora didn't know when she started eating, but she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her mouth and stomach. She quickly asked the elf rabbi for a glass of lemonade.
The elf Rabbi didn’t know that he had escaped death last night. He happily made a glass of fresh lemonade for Aurora, and then went to do other things after accepting Aurora’s compliment.
Nothing more.
In its mouth, Aurora still doesn’t have her own name, just “Mr. Prince violates school rules, but he also likes to drink lemonade as much as Mr. Prince”.
"It's so spicy, how can you say you can feel happy?" Aurora's little face turned red from the spicy taste, she kept sticking out her tongue and drinking lemonade, tilting her head and wondering.
"Happiness usually takes time to settle."
Ian was a little confused when he saw Aurora being so spicy. He finally put down the serving chopsticks in his hand with satisfaction and stopped picking up Aurora. Cai began to focus on his own eating.
"By the way, you can also eat a little of this. It's called See You Tomorrow... It will probably help relieve constipation."
...
The moonlight is like a wash.
Silver light falls on the tower. Windows one after another flickered brightly in the night, and with the gentle footsteps of late night, one after another the lights slowly went out and became silent.
The ghosts of Hogwarts have ushered in their castle time, and the little wizards have washed away their fatigue and become visitors to Dreamland, playing the protagonists of adventures in their own world.
Ian is a rare exception.
Unlike those students who chose to leave the night to Night Tour, he slowly returned to Ravenclaw after sending Aurora back to Slytherin House and smiling mysteriously at Aurora. lounge.
But he also washed up after returning to the dormitory, and went to bed early to prepare for sleep. The destination he was going to tonight was a different land from the dreamland.
Before going to sleep.
Ian put three boxes of chocolate frogs on the bed, and after thinking about it, he added a few bags of Bibi multi-flavor beans and jelly slugs, and everything was packed into a huge suitcase.
Snacks, recycled second-hand textbooks, the eggs of the Winged Demon, the old camera borrowed from his senior... Ian looked like he was going to go camping under his quilt.
If it weren’t for the fact that most of the books borrowed from the library can hardly be copied in pairs, perhaps Michael, who got up in the middle of the night and peed, would have exclaimed that Ian was hiding in bed secretly studying hard. That kind of person - there is no way, who made Ian promise to bring as much current knowledge to Teacher Morgan as possible.
There must be no shortage of gifts from other people. In order to prevent the things he brought in from being brought out due to accidents, Ian spent a lot of money buying books that his seniors did not want. Such concerns also made him choose to give up carrying the book "Psychic Control: From Legilimency to Legilimency" after much deliberation.
Although it was very useful in blowing Mr. Morgan's cover, Ian didn't want to feel Mrs. Pince's feather duster or become a blacklisted member of the library.
“I hope I don’t wander off to another place again. Maybe Teacher Mara can know what method Aurora’s grandfather used to circumvent my magic this morning...”
Always As he kept talking in his mind, Ian's eyes gradually became heavy, and he slowly turned from sleepiness to wakefulness. The familiar feeling took him across the boundary between life and death again.
"My dear teacher! Have you had dinner?"
Open your eyes again.
The splendid palace was the castle of a familiar witch - Ian immediately looked in the direction of the bench, and sure enough, the witch was boringly flipping through a book and looked up at him.
"It seems that you have traveled to a new area." I don't know if it is based on time. It is unlikely. After all, Ian's seven days may be the seven days of the trance, or it may be Three months in a blurry fantasy world, where the concept of time is always separated from the real world and has no rules.
"Teacher, these are the snacks I brought you, as well as new books." Ian shook some of the snacks on the table, but the witch only looked at the textbooks.
No excitement.
On the contrary, I felt a little disgusted.
"If you only had this knowledge in your time, then you might have regressed to the primitive stage." The witch made a sharp comment on the Hogwarts textbooks.
This is different from Snape's vicious and direct manner.
“Actually, these are enlightenment education, and there are many orphan books that I dare not bring in. If I cannot take them back, I may be severely punished.”
Ian Answered truthfully.
“Your magic.”
The witch looked Ian up and down and frowned, "Hasn't it reached the limit yet?"
Her words made Ian slightly stunned.
I couldn’t help but look at my personal panel.
Name: Ian Prince
Occupation: Blood Warlock
Magic: Level 8 (during explosive leap)
Skills: [Enlightenment of Wisdom [This skill cannot be upgraded]]
......
"What is the limit?"
Ian felt that there was some kind of message in the witch's words.
"You will feel it when you reach it. It should be soon, and the afterglow of the golden apple will disappear by then." The witch seemed to be able to see the magic power in Ian's body through Ian's body.
“What happens when the limit is reached?” This is actually the question that Ian is concerned about. The witch looked at him and supported her face with one hand on the long table.
"Maybe you will explode with a bang, and then come here to accompany me forever." She smiled, full of teasing tone.
"I want to live for a few more decades..."
Ian smiled sarcastically.
The witch did not continue to tease him, but explained with a straight face, "Any wizard whose magic power reaches its limit will have a clearer perception of the trance and illusion, and can even sense whether the person he wants to see has arrived. I I think you might be a little more special than us."
This legendary witch obviously just made a guess.
"Last time I traveled to Ms. Ravenclaw's side." Ian was moved again. Just as he said the words, he then remembered that this was a witch who was older than Hogwarts. , he quickly made a compensation explanation, "Ms. Ravenclaw is one of the founders of our Hogwarts."
Hearing this.
The witch nodded.
Lifting up the book he was reading, the author's name on it happened to be that of Rowena Ravenclaw. This former founder left many books for future generations.
"Ms. Ravenclaw seems to be sure that my Animagus is a raven. Do you know why?" Ian has actually been thinking about what happened at that time.
"Because you jumped like a bird?"
The witch did not give the answer Ian wanted.
“A very powerful witch, what did she teach you?”
She raised an eyebrow and changed the subject.
"Transfiguration."
Ian looked at the wall, the witch raised her hand, and the picture frame dedicated to him immediately turned into a wand and flew into Ian's hand, so he I reported the learning results to my teacher.
A display.
Ian was ready to receive compliments with a smile on his face.
However.
"Just in time, you are now qualified at this level, and you may be able to start repairing my guards...if you have been studying the alchemy I taught you."
Witch His eyes became more scrupulous. I never expected that after showing off my current improvement, I would immediately get a tiring job that was probably a lot of work.
Is this the end of being capable? !
"Of course I studied, and I also made a very good work, but it was not enough to make a second copy." Ian hesitated for a while before asking tentatively.
"Perhaps I can help Teacher repair those damaged guards when I come next time? Today I want to go to the town to see Ariana and Pandro."
"I have a copy from Ariana Anna's family's regards need to be brought to her." Ian thought that the witch would be displeased at least, but he didn't expect that the witch just curled her lips and nodded in agreement.
"This is your mission."
She didn't even wonder what the situation was. She just looked at Ian again with a slightly weird look, and then spoke with a somewhat strange tone. He spoke in amazement.
“I really didn’t expect that you could be so calm and still hold your bad thoughts in your stomach now. I thought you should have stopped holding back five minutes ago. ”
A very surprising comment.
Iain was a little stunned.
He reacted quickly.
"This must be mind-reading, right? No! This is soul-seizing!" Ian originally wanted to create a scene, but unexpectedly, the witch who had no martial ethics was the first to break it.
“You still need to read minds with your little thoughts?”
The witch rolled her eyes.
"Since you appeared, you have been calling me teacher, not teacher Mara... I just deceived you, but I didn't expect you to actually find something."
She smiled happily.
It was as if Ian had contracted her happiness for several months.
"Did you learn about it when you were retrieving the mirror for me? Soul-catching... Well, that child is indeed understanding. It seems that you are really trying to help me find the mirror."
The witch looked at Ian with approval.
Of course Ian will not explain.
"I encountered a little trouble when using this magic. A professor used some kind of method like shedding skin to resist my mental invasion."
He wanted to know more. How to respond to the old Bidden of the Defense Against Dark Arts class.
"Tsk, tsk, even the professor wants to control you, you are getting worse and worse." The witch's eyes flickered in surprise, and she tore off a very small piece of her dress.
"I guess your professor should be very familiar with Legilimency. However, his method is not very clever. He just created a deformed creation that misleads your mental direction."
"Well, he Maybe he's also proficient in human body transformation." The fragment of dress thrown by the witch to Ian was obviously the solution, and Ian immediately caught it as if he had found a treasure.
"Thank you, my mentor... maybe I should call you Teacher Morgan?" Ian looked at the small fragment of the dress in his hand, vaguely looking forward to the next black magic exchange class.
"My apprentice, besides this, didn't you find something else?" The witch looked at the other two snacks and chocolate frogs that Ian brought.
"I also discovered that my senior sister actually regrets her betrayal? She has been full of guilt for you her whole life." Ian blinked and spoke uncertainly.
"I know... I did it on purpose." The witch still maintained her posture of reading a book with one hand on her face, a little lazy, with a bright smile on her delicate and gorgeous face.
“Actually, I wasn’t dead when she died.”
Good guy!
Case solved!
No wonder I didn’t see that cheap senior sister here.
"????"
Ian has a new understanding of bad women.
Poor senior sister.
I’m afraid I really won’t die in peace.
(End of this chapter)