Chapter 97 96: Cut off fate, the king’s destiny
The fragments of the dress in his hand are still shining brightly, but the words recorded on them definitely exude evil. Ian only feels that every line is full of evil. The bad taste of witches.
"Sure enough, you can't offend the old witch by offending anyone..." Ian recalled his previous words and deeds, but he could not figure out where he offended the witch Morgan. He now understood why Morgan wanted to modify the formula. He probably really wanted to see Ian brewing a pot of love potion while being kept in the dark.
What an international joke!
He is only eleven years old!
Only at a young age!
How could such a thing be used! wrong! Even if you grow up, you won't be able to use it! Just like what the sharp-eyed young man said just now, with his extremely outstanding appearance and strength far beyond his peers, how could he, Ian, need the assistance of drugs if he wants to have a sweet love!
“I really want to know how those Mr. Morgan’s apprentices must have lived on thin ice with Mr. Morgan. If they were not careful, they would be tricked by stingy people.”
Ian couldn't help but look at the castle in the distance. He only dared to mutter and complain in his heart. After all, he knew very well that his teacher had always had the habit of spying on others.
The Queen's magic mirror originally belonged to her. She also overheard the chat between Ian and Ariana. God knows if the old witch was hiding in the castle and still spying on him at this moment.
Think of this.
Ian's eyelids twitched.
“Oh, thank you ancestors, thank you to my teacher, Ms. Morgan, she really thinks about me. Evil passers-by obviously don’t understand the teacher’s good intentions in this recipe!”
"He deserves to have no friends to see him off when he is about to leave. Only one bird is willing to play with him..." Ian performed loudly to the air after confirming that the young man had gone far.
He originally wanted to make a Christian prayer gesture, but then suddenly remembered that Christianity seemed to have persecuted wizards a lot in the past, so in the end he could only make random gestures on his chest with his fingers.
The air is still fragrant.
The chirping of birds and the chirping of insects are still active.
No one responded to Ian, but Ian didn't dare to be careless. He kept the fate of the beautiful senior sister in mind. The evil witch's tricks were too dirty.
The kind that Voldemort might not be able to learn even if he comes to hand him a cigarette. Ian was very sure that it was not the Morgan Witch who had misunderstood. After all, normal people would definitely be able to tell the difference between a happy potion and a pleasure potion.
The happy potion he envisioned - Happy Planet.
However, in fact, the happy potion he obtained was - Night Work in the Ward.
It cannot be said that there is no difference between the two, it can only be said that they are not related at all. Ian does not even dare to think about what will happen if he boils a pot and brings it to Aurora to drink. In fact, when he got the formula just now, he wanted to go out and sell it openly. Azkaban's beckoning evaluation was too tactful.
"Hiss, there are empty bottles of love potion everywhere, and the room is full of victims of love potion...I am afraid that Durmstrang will never see such an explosive scene!"
< br>Ian was very scared.
After all, if he really boiled a big pot and then packaged it and sold it, the scene would be outrageous just thinking about it. Maybe even the school history of Hogwarts would record this matter. . Well, the kind of record in black history, the evil king of infatuation was in action, and that night, the whole castle was turned upside down.
"..."
Ian felt that he should thank the unknown young man who just passed by. He saved Hogwarts. He must be no less a real savior than Harry Potter.
"If I read correctly, the last one to fly should be the phoenix. I didn't expect the phoenix to actually have the ability to come here...Did he use himself during the short interval of nirvana and rebirth?" Ian had no eyes. He is blind and has no presbyopia, so there is certainly reason to suspect that the young man just now is also a member of the Dumbledore family.
The appearance is indeed similar. They may be Albus Dumbledore's species, or they may be Aberforth Dumbledore's child. Ian's guess is still leaning towards the former. To say that the old principal has lived for more than a hundred years without enjoying love, Ian does not believe that there is such an immovable heart.
The so-called aunt is probably Ariana. Think about it, in fact, according to her current age, Ariana should be considered an old girl.
"It's time to take a picture of that guy, what a pity." Ian took out the old-fashioned camera he borrowed, which was considered an antique even in the early 1990s.
Not to mention the heavy weight.
The size is also large.
There is also a "pot lid" in the upper left corner of the camera that may be used for exposure. Ian doesn't know much about cameras. He only knows that this camera is a kind of magically modified work that is relatively common in the wizarding world.
It has the same function as a Polaroid. After the photo is taken, it will be automatically printed out. However, if you want to make the photo move, you need to drop some special magic potion on it. No one knows the formula, and it's extremely expensive. It's a monopoly product just like Potter's shampoo.
certainly.
Ian definitely doesn’t need to buy that kind of thing. After all, helping to take photos is already all his chivalrous spirit. Dumbledore will obviously not be short of money to buy [Like a Potion] after being the headmaster for so many years. . If it weren't for the fact that the principal had the power to defeat the students, Ian would have even wanted to ask Dumbledore to recharge him before he exposed the photos.
"Let Dumbledore spin the roulette wheel and collect the fragments. Only by synthesizing all the fragments can you exchange photos with me..." Ian has this kind of "horse heart" but not the "horse" courage.
He was just passing the time boringly on the road to the town. When he walked out of the jungle, the vitality of the forest was gone, replaced by a quiet and slightly desolate scenery.
The town is located in the valley, with stone houses scattered in an orderly manner. Although it has not been destroyed by the years, the uninhabited environment still makes people feel a bit depressed and dilapidated. The streets were covered with fallen leaves and dust. Occasionally a gust of wind would blow up and pick up a few dead leaves, spinning and dancing on the empty streets.
Ian was walking along the cobblestone streets of the town, and from a long distance, he saw Pandro teaching Ariana to practice swordsmanship in the open space in the middle of the town.
Perhaps it is because sword practice requires more concentration, or it may be because the distance between the two parties is still not short. Neither of the two people in the open space noticed Ian trotting towards them.
“You’re actually serious?”
Ian remembered that the last time he was in Morgan’s castle, Pandro had shouted that he wanted Ariana to give up magic and learn swordsmanship. He thought it was just Pandro’s temporary Just a mouth high.
Unexpectedly, after returning to the town, Pandro actually taught Ariana swordsmanship - in fact, Ian originally thought that there was a high probability that he would not encounter Pandro in the town.
After all, this is a person who loves to travel. Just like the young man who left before, when Ian met him for the first time, he was actually just traveling here.
The sun is high.
In this uninhabited town that cannot be caressed by time, the sun shines gently on every corner, covering this quiet place with a golden veil.
The girl practiced with concentration in the sun.
She was wearing a slightly loose linen-colored dress, and her hair was simply braided into two braids, hanging down on her shoulders. The originally weak girl actually had a hint of heroism.
Every movement and every swing of the sword must be precise and powerful. Ariana's sword has rhythm and rhythm, and her swordsmanship has obviously been polished for a long time.
"Ariana, the way of swordsmanship lies in faith and concentration."
"Swordsmanship is not only a display of strength, but also a tempering of the heart and will. You need to learn to listen to the sound of the sword , feel its pulse and the rhythm of each swing."
"When you can hold the sword in your hand, let it. Become an extension of your body, even if you have mastered my swordsmanship, it has no skills and no swordplay routines."
"When the mind comes, the sword comes. Realm, as long as you completely get rid of the weakness and timidity in your heart, from then on, you will be invincible in the world.”
Pandro was wearing a simple brown robe, with a simple long sword hanging casually on his waist. As he continued to guide Ariana's movements, he did not forget to brag about himself, "My swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can learn. You can earn it." It’s so big, huh? Liana, this has a much better future than being a wizard."
"My swordsmanship can cut off fate, but wizards can only be trapped in fate. I don't need to say more about who is stronger, right?" He said. While bragging, don’t forget to step on the wizard.
I don’t know where such resentment comes from.
“I don’t know what fate is, Pandro, I only know that it’s not as fun as fishing.”
Ariana wiped her sweat and sighed during the break. It could be seen that she was just attracted by It's just that I didn't choose to be lazy when I was studying.
"Destiny is a prankster." Pandro saw Ian who had taken a long detour not far away, trying to hide and scare people, but the tip of his head was exposed.
"The edge of your sword needs to be placed on its throat..." After saying that, Pandro made a hissing gesture, and then tiptoed around behind the post office where Ian was hiding.
He originally wanted to put the sword on Ian's neck to show off.
However.
“This is a greeting from the wizard!”
Unexpectedly, Ian acted as if he had expected it. He quickly crouched down and reached out his hand to reach behind, and used a monkey-stealing peach move on him that was already on guard.
“Hiss!!!”
Pandro suffered a critical hit and took a deep breath with a distorted expression. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and his expression changed after he fell to the ground. It became sauce red.
"Look, Ian has caught a big fish like you." Ariana was obviously an understanding person. She walked up, unable to look directly at Pandro, who was rolling on the ground with his legs clamped between his legs.
“He is cheating!”
Pandro's tone was full of dissatisfaction.
"Fishing is so fun."
Ian gave him a bright smile.
"This may be the response of fate, Pandro, it probably doesn't want to be cut off by you." Ariana's serious speech was the real spiritual blow to Pandro.
“……”
Pandro wanted to retort.
Ian had already raised his camera to capture his embarrassment.
“What is this?”
The strong flash of light made Pandro a little stunned.
"Is it a camera? It has become so small." Ariana looked at the camera in Ian's hand curiously. She obviously knew something about something invented hundreds of years ago.
"Yes, Muggle technology will make it smaller, but I don't know if wizards can keep up with the times." As he said this, Ian also took a picture of Ariana.
Compared with the photo that captured Pandro's embarrassment, Ariana's photo is slightly unsatisfactory, mainly because Ian's photography skills are not very good.
Except for professional photographers, it is difficult for people who have never had a girlfriend to develop good photography skills.
“Let’s take a photo together.”
Ian saw Pandro regain his breath and stretched out his hand to pull Pandro up. He hugged a friend with both arms. , and pressed the shutter with a cry of "eggplant".
The photo freezes.
In the slowly printed photo, Ian smiled brightly, and Ariana's smile appeared in a hurry, but it was much more natural than Pandro's slightly confused look.
Since Pandro has probably never seen a camera, his face is at a loss, just like Neville - the warm and slightly humorous picture is a group photo of the living and the dead.
The only one in the world.
"Very good, everyone's expressions are perfect!" Ian habitually shook the printed photo. He felt that everything that should be shown was shown in this photo.
"You call this perfect?"
Pandro looked at himself in a mess in the photo, and he was obviously a little angry.
“I’ll give you an egg, don’t be angry.” Ian took out three eggs from the Winged Demon and gave one of them to Pandro. Apparently Morgan only told him not to give it to Pandro. snack.
"Curling-Winged Demon?"
Pandro's vision is really very vicious.
"I want to hatch them here." Ian took the opportunity to give all the snacks to Ariana. He gave Pandro an egg, of course, not just to comfort Pandro. It's Ian's idea to get a free incubator. People who like adventure will probably become masters of magical beasts.
"Eggs cannot be hatched here, life does not belong here." Pandro shook his head, and his response made Ian feel like he was struck by lightning, and his plan of "endless descendants" was ruined before it even started.
“Aren’t golden apples grown here?” Ian asked, still unwilling to give up. Unexpectedly, Pandro also showed an uncertain expression.
"Yes, golden apples are indeed a miracle that goes against common sense." He looked at the eggs of the Curling Wing Demon in his hand, thoughtfully, "Maybe we should plant these eggs in the ground?"< br>
What an outrageous statement!
"Eggs are for hatching!"
Ian was speechless.
However, Pandro was still eager to try.
"How will you know if you don't try it?"
As he said this, he even ran nearby to find a shovel.
He was a swordsman at best, and his movements were very fast. If Ian hadn't quickly snatched the tool from his hand, I'm afraid the three Winged Demon eggs would have been buried in the ground.
"How about hatching it first..."
Ian feels that Pandro's words cannot be fully believed. This guy may have been the legendary figure in the past, but now he belongs to many people. An unreliable state where the memory is blurred.
"Believe me, life really can't be born here." As he said this, Pandro walked to a tree, climbed up three times and took out an egg.
"I have found this egg for many years. Do you see any signs of it hatching?" The egg with red fire patterns in Pandro's hand looked like something quite extraordinary.
"Didn't you just take out the bird's nest?" Ariana was eating chocolate sandwich biscuits, sitting on a bench, looking at Pandro with eyes full of doubts and a little weird.
“That’s me asking the birds here to help me hatch my eggs. Wherever I go, other birds will help me hatch my eggs. Do you still expect me to sit on them and hatch them myself?” Pandro put the bird in his hand. While handing the egg to Ian, he also snatched away the other two eggs of the Winged Devil from Ian, "Maybe you can go to your world to hatch it, and these Eggs of the Winged Devil will have to be left for me to experiment on."< br>
Said.
Pandro picked up the shovel and walked under the big tree.
“What kind of egg is this?”
Ian felt the egg in his hand was extremely warm, and he discovered that the lines that Ariana had "engraved" on the back of his hand had now shone again from hiding.
It’s like when I came into contact with Fox before.
"Phoenix!"
Ian found the answer himself.
"Ariana, he must have stolen your phoenix." Ian turned to complain to Ariana face to face. He remembered that everyone in the Dumbledore family had their own phoenix.
"I don't have a phoenix."
Ariana shook her head. After hearing Ian's guess, she was curious and came closer, still holding snacks in her hand, "Is this really a phoenix egg?"< br>
Obviously she has not seen a phoenix egg either.
“Yes, Phoenix, I hatched it for a long time but didn’t hatch it out. Originally, I just wanted to raise one so that it could grow again after eating it, so that the food reserves would never be exhausted.”< br>
“But it took me too much time and it was not born.”
Pandro dug a hole under the tree like crazy.
Ian rolled his eyes, "Dead people don't need to eat."
He felt that Pandro was really more outrageous than Aurora.
"Just because the dead don't need to eat, it doesn't mean that the dead can't eat." Pandro responded seriously, and he was digging holes really, really fast.
A big hole has been dug in the blink of an eye.
"Maybe it's just because you want to eat it that it doesn't want to be hatched by you. Phoenixes are very smart." Ariana also felt that Pandro's idea was very excessive.
“Do you really want to plant the Egg of the Winged Demon in the soil?” Ian saw Pandro put the Egg of the Winged Devil in the big pit, and then began to fill it with soil one shovel after another.
“No one has ever done anything like you, so common sense does not apply to our current situation. Even if we fail, it will just be a waste of time.”
“We are the least likely to The only thing missing is time. "Pandro was obviously doing something very stupid, but he was still able to speak a long and serious truth.
It’s impossible to refute.
"You win."
Ian slapped his forehead and exchanged the egg of the Winged Demon for the egg of the phoenix. He was definitely not at a loss, but he was not sure whether he could bring this phoenix that did not belong to him. Bringing the eggs back into the world is very doubtful.
Pandro probably saw what Ian was thinking, "The phoenix is a very magical creature. When it transcends life and death, it will not be rejected by the rules that restrict you."
"However, this phoenix was born in our world after all. It may be different from the phoenix in your impression, so you should not use common sense to view the hatching of this phoenix."
Pandro's words There is a lot of information in it.
Ian raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Okay, I will ask the wizards who know about phoenixes. This is the partner that wizards most desire." He felt that Pandro was definitely not as reliable as Dumbledore in hatching phoenixes.
This made Pandro a little angry.
"Have you forgotten who taught you to control magic? Although I am not a wizard! But I also know wizards very well!" Pandro stepped hard on the newly paved soil as if to vent his anger.
“Wizards are all liars!”
His angry words were obviously not directed at Ian.
"Ian, have you found my brother?" Ariana, who had been staring at the phoenix egg, suddenly raised her head and spoke. Obviously, although she only had the mind and age of a teenager, her delicate mind still allowed her to guess the reason for Ian's unusual questioning of her just now.
“Of course, this is what I promised you after all.”
Ian nodded with a righteous expression.
“How are they doing?”
A trace of worry flashed in Ariana's eyes.
Looking at the little girl in front of him who was slightly taller than him, Ian thought of the young man he had met before, and not only asked Ariana with some doubts.
"There was someone just now who should be your nephew. When I met him on the road, he called you aunt. Didn't he tell you about the Dumbledore family?"
Ariana was surprised by Ian's words.
“A man did come. He said he was a traveler, and he just asked us for a drink of water...Pandro felt that he had evil intentions, because the soul is not thirsty.”
< br>
Obviously.
Ariana was very surprised by the information Ian gave.
“My nephew?”
Her expression was very strange.
“I knew he was not a traveler!” Pandro was happy with his judgment, but he never mentioned that he thought he had bad intentions.
"I feel that he is the child of Albus Dumbledore, an illegitimate child who cannot be named. I guess his mother may be some extremely evil dark wizard or something." Ian's tone was actually not sure, but who told him not to If you know Aberforth, you only know Albus. Of course you will only choose people you know when spreading rumors.
What Snape said was probably right. After being around Gryffindor people for a long time, they naturally picked up some habits.
"You may not believe it when I tell you. Your brother is now a promising thief. I promise to let him see your situation. In return, he will change your family's treasury into mine."
Ian is obviously daydreaming again.
"Is this really the case?" Ariana tilted her head and was a little suspicious. She had been with Ian since he was a child, and she obviously knew Ian's character very well.
"If you write it down! Then it will be true!" Ian pulled out a table from the post office next to him and slapped the letter paper and envelopes in his suitcase onto the table.
"Ian, I just died before I grew up. I'm not stupid." Of course Ariana would not write such words, which made Ian sigh in disappointment.
"I only met one of your brothers, Albus, Dumbledore... He is now the principal of our school, and your other brother is said to be herding sheep or something."
< br>"The portraits in school told me."
Ian told all the information he knew.
"Brother Aberforth." Ariana's expression was stunned, and her eyes began to change from dazed to sober. She obviously remembered a lot of things because of this.
"Maybe I should write two letters."
She looked at Ian for help.
"Fortunately, I am a person who likes to be more prepared." Ian took out another piece of letter paper and envelope. He found that Pandro was stealing the snacks he brought to Ariana, but the witch confiscated them. After receiving Pandro's copy, he could only pretend not to see it and handed the stationery and envelope of the second letter to Ariana.
“Actually, I don’t know what to write either.”
Ariana held the pen with a melancholy expression, not knowing how to write for a while. Seeing this, Ian, who had already walked to sit far away, immediately came to her side again.
"You can write that Ian is a good friend. Even if Ian violates school rules, you are not allowed to punish Ian, and Dumbledore is not allowed to design Ian in any way to fight Voldemort." "If you have to force Ian to do so. If you want to fight Voldemort, you must give Ian many, many, many benefits." Ian gave the suggestion. Of course, he was not willing to accompany Harry Potter to do illegal work next year.
Which serious person would be willing to work as a free labor force?
"Were you a bad boy in school?" Ariana tilted her head curiously, thought about it in her mind, and finally started writing, writing down what Ian said as a good friend.
"How is this possible..." Ian sneered, "Oh, by the way, you can also suggest that Dumbledore help me hatch a phoenix, so that I have time to be a good student who studies hard."
"It would be better to spend hundreds of millions of gold galleons to support poor students in Hogwarts, such as orphans from an orphanage without any financial resources."
For Ian's unreasonable request , Ariana just helped him write the first half.
Sure enough.
It’s about gold galleons.
Even children know how to be wary. Seeing Ariana start to write some true feelings, Ian also consciously walked in the direction of Pandro.
“This is Ariana’s snack!”
Ian snatched Pandro’s Bibi’s Multi-Flavour Beans.
“I just gave you a phoenix egg!” Pandro protested loudly and went to grab other things, but Ian took away the entire bag of snacks.
“That’s obviously an exchange!”
Ian's retort was also very reasonable.
"Perhaps you should go earlier and capture the dragon you promised, bring it to the castle and hand it over to my teacher, Ms. Morgan." He slightly hinted that Pandro's actions were actually completely instigated by others. . At the same time, Ian also took this opportunity to deliberately mention the identity of the witch to observe Pandro's reaction.
However, the young man was just stunned for a moment, frowned, and his eyes flickered in distress. He did not react too intensely or think of anything.
“I knew it was the witch!”
Pandro started to feel depressed - Ariana took a long time to write two letters, like a whole afternoon, she was thinking What should I write.
The golden sunlight shines through the sparse clouds.
Ian tried to learn swordsmanship from Pandro, but Pandro came up and asked him to fight. The final result was that he was beaten by Pandro in five seconds almost every time. Disarm.
“Let’s try something else, Wizard Chess. Wizard Chess is very fun!”
Ian felt that Pandro was taking away the snacks in revenge for himself, so he decisively chose to play Wizard Chess. Chess wanted to regain his face, but in the end he found that Pandro was even more powerful than the chess player in Hogsmeade.
This guy is obviously just new to this kind of game!
"No more playing!"
Losing three games in a row again.
Seeing Ariana seal the two letters, Ian quickly found an opportunity to escape. His time is indeed coming soon, and he can already sense this.
"See you next week."
Ian carefully packed everything, and his figure gradually blurred - after he completely disappeared into the dreamy world, Pandro picked up the long sword on the ground. Walking towards Ariana who was slightly sentimental.
"Go on."
He handed the sword to Ariana.
But at this time, Ariana thought of many things again, so she wiped her eyes, shook her head and chose to refuse. She obviously had no intention of continuing to practice swordsmanship.
"I think there is no point in learning swordsmanship..."
Ariana was a bit outspoken in the face of an obviously depressed mood.
Pandro was not annoyed either.
He just stared at the girl in front of him, with clear eyes in his jewel-like eyes. Although he still looked like the same boy, his voice seemed to suddenly become calm and powerful.
"Of course it makes sense, Ariana. Swordsmanship will come in handy. Only when you become a Valkyrie can you be qualified to embrace the opportunity of reunion."
"Magic can't give it to you. The fate I am giving you.”
Under the sun.
Pandro's voice was gentle and sincere.
It seems to be able to dispel the haze in everyone's heart.
"Isn't that...that vital part of yours no longer painful?" Ariana rubbed her eyes and raised her head in confusion, which probably dispelled the bright smile on Pandro's face.
"Actually, it still hurts a bit, Ian's attack was too harsh."
His expression became stiff.
There is lingering fear in my heart.
......
There was a faint coolness in the air, mixed with the faint sound of night wind coming from the window and the rustling of leaves in the distance. Ian woke up from his deep sleep and immediately Just dig into your pocket.
The warm touch made him overjoyed.
The phoenix egg in the trance dreamland was really brought back!
"My baby~"
Ian couldn't imagine how handsome he would be when he was flying around the wizarding world with a phoenix. He was holding an egg that would emit red light at night, and the love in his heart came from "The Cutting Edge" "Black Magic Revealed" has undergone a Sichuan opera-like transformation.
"I'll do my own research first and go find Dumbledore tomorrow!" Ian was completely sleepless. He dug out the works of retired senior Newt and began to inquire about Phoenix-related knowledge.
In front of the desk.
He read at night amid the snores of his roommates. The stars outside the window were dotted like bright gems left on black satin. Occasionally, shooting stars streaked across, leaving a short and brilliant track.
the next day.
Ian, who had not slept all night, did not find the knowledge he wanted to find. There was no knowledge about the origin of his bloodline, and there was a high probability that the relevant records could not be found in the Hogwarts library. After all, according to the authority on magical animals, old senior Newt said that the birth of the Phoenix is a mystery recognized by the magical animal circle.
Even Dumbledore didn't tell him the answer. What the old senior said in the book was that he felt that Dumbledore didn't know either, but Ian felt that Senior Newt must just have a bad relationship.
“Senior Newt doesn’t have this kind of thing!”
Ian picked up the two letters facing the rising sun outside the window, and he mixed a few words into each letter. Of course, he would only choose to include the photo of the beautiful atmosphere in the letter he wrote to Albus Dumbledore - after all, Ian didn't know Aberforth and he didn't like goat meat.
Wake up your roommates as usual.
As soon as he entered the auditorium, Ian had not yet made up his own breakfast of porridge, rolls, cornflakes, kippers, eggs, bacon, toast with butter and jam, and the headlines of today's newspapers in the wizarding world were The news had already reached Ian's ears from the mouths of the little wizards who were talking about it.
【Shocked! According to informed sources, the Ministry of Magic has lost a Dementor and it could be roaming anywhere now, yet our irresponsible Ministry of Magic denies this! 】
Several newspapers published the news.
Both the young wizards in the upper and lower grades are very interested in this.
"I bet! This is not the first time! I have seen dementors in front of my house when I was a child! My non-magical mother insisted that I was not scientific and said that what I saw could only be aliens! "
"The Ministry of Magic is like this. The bureaucracy is too serious. They don't know how to correct their mistakes but only cover them up. Sooner or later, the entire wizarding world will be destroyed by these garbage people!"
< br>"Indeed , Although my father is only a small official, my cellar can be filled with gold galleons. He said that he would fire Deputy Minister Umbridge if he didn't take it."
"Huh? Can you tell us anything? I think instead of focusing on the corruption of the Ministry of Magic, we should probably ask whether the dementors in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that day were real or fake..."
……
Seeing that William actually planned to encourage other young wizards to explore the truth, Ian hurriedly came over, frowned and retorted in a tone that seemed to be just a reasonable judgment, "If a dementor is really lost, then it must be People have been dying for a long time. Have you seen the news about someone dying?"
Not waiting for anyone to respond.
Ian himself agreed loudly.
"No! No one died at all! So this proves that only people with ulterior motives are slandering our Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic now needs our support the most!"
"Let me guess, I think it must be those Death Eaters who are determined to disrupt our harmonious wizarding society, and there are many of them working in places like the Daily Prophet!"
"Do you believe in the Death Eaters or the Ministry of Magic?"
"Can the Ministry of Magic's words be false? I don't believe it! That is an authoritative official agency. We have to choose to believe in the Ministry of Magic's announcements and our justice. A little more trust in the system! ”
The speech full of positive energy coupled with reasonable analysis and judgment, as well as Ian's image in the eyes of the little wizards, successfully changed the topic from the loss of a dementor to the unscrupulous newspapers - Ian Secretly breathing a sigh of relief, I joined in criticizing unscrupulous newspapers.
No one seems to dare mention Death Eaters.
Tom is indeed still powerful.
Ian and his two roommates finished breakfast and took "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" and "Magic Potions and Potions". He was preparing to apologize to Snape today for reversing the events of the previous class. , before he and his roommates even walked to the second floor, they saw Gilderoy Grindelwald, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, standing guard next to more than a dozen boxes.
“It’s Professor Lockhart!”
Due to the dementors, the two roommates were very afraid of Grindelwald, who had the face of Gilderoy Lockhart. The two of them still suspected that the previous Dementor was the one lost by the Ministry of Magic. In fact, most of the young wizards who had taken that class could easily connect the lost dementors with Gilderoy Grindelwald.
However.
Since Ian has stood up to support the Ministry of Magic, the students who have been attending Ian's small class will certainly not refute. In fact, they don't really want to report their school professors.
After all, there are still seven years to go.
Who knows if the little wizard who reported the professor will be punished?
“Boy, come and help.”
Gilderoy Grindelwald saw Ian and immediately raised his hand to signal to Ian. Ian saw his two His roommate simply slipped away from him very quickly.
“Traitor!”
There was no other way, so Ian could only step forward and say hello. Since there were many young wizards coming and going nowadays, he still called the professor Professor Lockhart.
"You should have learned the levitating spell, right? Move to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest for me. I have to wait for a while before I can go there." Gilderoy Grindelwald gave Ian the order without politeness. .
Ian thought that he only regretted that he did not learn Teacher Morgan's skills last night and just went to study egg hatching. Otherwise, he could at least be more tough in front of this professor.
"My Potions class is about to start. Professor, you don't want your students to be late, right?" Ian could only try to use some moral kidnapping.
I never thought about it.
Gilderoy Grindelwald just raised his eyebrows, "I think I have to grab something else before going to class. Who do you think this is because of? I don't think it's difficult for you to choose between being late for Potions class or choosing Azkaban." Judgment. Well, let me think about it, you don’t want the Ministry of Magic to know that you have the things they lost, right?”
Obviously.
Gilderoy may care about these issues, but Grindelwald has no morals at all. He even threatened Ian regardless of his status as a professor. Gilderoy Grindelwald didn't care about the loss of the Dementor, but he seemed to enjoy threatening Ian with it.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, I don't know what you are talking about, I am just happy to help professors who need help." Ian regarded this as the price to pay for acquiring the Dementors.
Under the smiling gaze of Gilderoy Grindelwald, he used the shrinking spell to shrink all the boxes, and then ran towards the basement with the small boxes in a hurry.
According to the self-made Marauder's Map, there is a secret passage that leads directly to the Forbidden Forest. Only his own map can reveal these secret passage information.
It’s not selfish either.
Ian just doesn't want anyone to die because of going out on adventures in the remaining seven years, and then he will have to see a little ghost following him every day in Hogwarts and staring at him resentfully.
“He clearly doesn’t need help from others!”
Ian threw the box at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest and went back to the secret passage in the big tree. Of course he would not believe Jide Ronald Grindelwald is really in such a hurry that someone needs to send the box to the Forbidden Forest in advance.
Maybe he just wanted to make Ian late. The thoughts of bad men are sometimes harder to figure out than bad women. In short, Ian did become a late student in Potions class as expected.
But fortunately, the door to the Potions class was not closed as before. As soon as he approached the door, Ian heard Snape talking about the formula of a potion in the classroom.
"I'm sorry for being late this time, my beloved Professor Snape." Of course, Ian knew very well that he couldn't sneak in, so he could only bite the bullet and step into the door to activate the auspicious words mode. .
"Prince, among this year's young wizards, you are the first one who dares to be late." Snape looked a little bruised, but this did not affect him from glaring at Ian angrily.
“Are you arrogant enough to think that you can learn to brew potions without taking lessons, or are you already saving Hogg once without us knowing it, as you often say? Woz?" The familiar sarcasm actually had no power, and no one even dared to laugh along with it in Slytherin.
"It's my fault! I'm so ashamed!" Ian didn't even think about defending, and bowed at 90 degrees. In front of all the young wizards, Snape really didn't choose to continue to lose his temper.
"Go back to your classmates, Ravenclaw will deduct five points for you." He just said coldly, then raised his hand and closed the classroom door directly.
Ian immediately ran to Aurora in a low-key manner.
"It's all your grandfather's fault!"
He only dared to complain to Aurora about his experience. After all, if Snape went to Grindelwald because of his tardiness, God knows what happened to Grindelwald. How would Waugh deal with the sharp-tongued Snape?
"He said he was going to catch some centaurs. Did he take you with him?" Aurora obviously also had some exchanges with her grandfather on weekdays.
“Hiss~”
Ian obviously still underestimated Grindelwald’s courage.
Before he could continue to whisper to Aurora, Snape glared over with dissatisfaction. He could only close his mouth and listened carefully to Snape's teaching.
Perhaps because of Ian's tardiness, or perhaps because of the soulful potion that Ian had in his last class, Snape was obviously unusually targeted at Ian in this class. Before Ian came to the classroom, Snape had already talked about a lot of content, and he used the content to assess various knowledge points.
Fortunately, Ian was not troubled.
Just.
The old bat did not give up.
"Prince!" After Snape finished describing the content of this lesson, he did not immediately ask everyone to brew the potion. Instead, he suddenly snorted and asked Ian a question. .
"What can salamander blood be used for?" This was obviously not what the first-year wizards were learning, but Snape asked it in such an understatement.
"Increase the spiciness of the soup pot."
Ian blinked.
His answer made Aurora look at her in astonishment. Other little wizards in the classroom were also not expecting this. Of course, there were also some little wizards with bright eyes as if they had learned new knowledge.
"Prince, do you think you are very humorous? I'm asking about its role in potions!" Snape's eyes swept across the classroom and everyone fell silent.
“It is the main component of enhancement potions. Enhancement potions can be used to increase the effects of other potions...In fact, there is no essential difference from what I said.”
Ian's words made Snape speechless.
“Next question, tell me what kind of potion can be made from daisy roots, fig peels, caterpillars, a small drop of leech juice and mouse spleen.”
< br>Snape immediately switched to the next inquiry, which was also something that had not been studied yet. He was probably checking whether Ian had carefully studied the notebook he gave him.
“The shrinking potion, also known as rejuvenation water, can make people or animals return to their childhood appearance. It only takes a few drops to take effect. For example, a frog can turn back into a tadpole.”
Ian gave the answer honestly.
Snape nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good, continue. If a person suffers from the petrification effect, what potion should you use to rescue him." Snape's posture seemed to be determined to stump Ian.
"The Mandrake resurrection potion can lift petrification."
Ian sighed tiredly.
However, Snape obviously did not intend to let him go.
"If I want you to find some sneezeweed, where should you look?" This question may not be tricky, but it obviously touches on Ian's knowledge blind spot.
He did not study this part of "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" too deeply. After all, he only needed to know where to buy many herbs.
"Forbidden Forest?"
Ian said uncertainly, "Maybe it's your office, professor. I think if you are in a hurry, I will be able to look through it in your office. Some come out.”
What a simple and honest answer.
The Ravenclaw and Slytherin students couldn't help laughing. But after seeing Snape's vicious expression, they immediately lowered their heads and suppressed their laughter.
"Why haven't you written down this knowledge yet? Is it because your brains can't accommodate it?" Snape scolded, causing a series of notes to be heard in the classroom.
“Because of your glib tongue and nonsense, Ravenclaw can only gain three points for this. If you cannot correct your attitude, you Ravenclaws will lose many points!”
Snape turned his head and warned Ian severely. The class continued, and practice began. Unsurprisingly, Ian's potion was the best in the class.
Aurora's finished product is even far behind. This allowed Snape to add another five points to Ravenclaw, and he did not dare to mention the soul potion when correcting some of Ian's minor problems.
"Let's go see your grandfather the horse catcher!"
After class.
Ian originally wanted to take Aurora to the Forbidden Forest again, but she didn't expect that Aurora was not very interested in the Chouma people. She went to the school doctor's office, and she didn't know if the hot pot last night had caused some unspeakable secrets. trauma. Just by yourself. Ian is also reluctant to go to the Forbidden Forest to find Grindelwald.
He chose to go straight to the Room of Requirement after lunch.
“A potion refining classroom belonging to me!”
With a slight wave of magic, an ancient and exquisite door slowly opened, revealing a spacious and mysterious potion refining classroom.
Different from Snape’s one, this classroom seems to have been forgotten by time. It is ancient and spacious. The walls around it are hung with portraits of potion masters from all over the world. They are either serious or kind, and it seems that Everyone was watching Ian silently. There was a huge stone workbench in the center of the classroom but there was no potion that could be used.
"Hey, that's true."
Ian looked at the map. Snape left Hogwarts after class, so he decided to follow through on what he said. Those who arrived quickly returned to the classroom on the second floor, which was already empty because get out of class was over. Returning to the Room of Requirement with a pile of materials, Ian took out the fragment of the dress that recorded the potion formula.
“If I’m not wrong, according to Teacher Morgan’s usual teaching style, there should be other knowledge hidden in this prank-like recipe.”
Ian discovered that the processing of many materials in this formula may not be complicated, but it is extremely time-consuming. After thinking about it for a while, he asked the Room of Requirement to reveal what he had hidden.
In the huge iron cage, an autistic dementor curled up inside. It felt its cage being opened, and then a warm hand pulled it out.
Dementors are all blind. They only know that they have been released and that there is a living person in front of them. The instinct of hunger drives the dementors to catch the little wizard and absorb the happiness and soul.
Human souls have the most active emotions, which are the favorites of the dementors, and the emotions of the little wizard are even more delicious. The dementors can't wait to get a good supply.
However.
"You have to grind these things for me! Just use this thing to press it up and roll it back and forth repeatedly!" Ian dragged the huge dementor directly to the production table.
"Don't mess it up, or I'll stuff you into the Ravenclaw cesspit!" His voice was very serious and serious. In fact, dementors have never been able to understand living things. their words.
Threat?
It means nothing to the Dementors.
At least until today...that was the case.
Just after Ian finished speaking, the dementor, who was still hungry, seemed to have forcibly twisted itself in mid-air and flew towards the table where the materials were processed.
"Kacha~Kacha~Kacha~"
The Dementor really started grinding honestly.
It didn't know what was going on with it, but the childish voice kept echoing in its mind very clearly, and the power beyond the mortal world bound it to the command of words.
Irresistible.
Hard to violate.
Like a king...
(End of this chapter)