Chapter 100 99: Extraordinary characteristics! Hogwarts treasures!
The Room of Requirement.
Ian has been holding his problematic piece of parchment and spying on Snape's whereabouts. He saw Snape wandering around the office after returning to the office and did not leave Hogwart. Hereby.
"That's clearly my thing! Mine! Don't you think so!" Ian pulled out the Dementor again after Snape left, and the Dementor who couldn't make any refutation with words The monster became the object of his confession - the dementor, who was not interested in it, just stood there and made sucking sounds like a minion.
It was like the gurgling sound of a dying person. To Ian, it sounded like there was mucus in his throat. He didn’t know if he was trying to absorb the little wizard’s emotions and soul.
"Damn Snape, he must want to take my results as his own, register the patent and open a store to sell it. I shouldn't mention that it will definitely sell better than Potter's shampoo!" Ian Somewhat resentful, he felt that Snape must be jealous of the talent he inherited from Mr. Morgan.
Everyone knows that unlimited fire potion, a product that spans the ages, can definitely make a wealthy family. Of course, the premise is that the owner must be able to keep this wealth-creating formula.
In Ian's opinion.
Snape's previous threat may have been that he was worried that the families that monopolized various industries in the wizarding world would be persecuted because of this. The pure-blood families must have done a lot of bad things behind their success for so many years.
Although the dandy kids from these families look like a bunch of fools at Hogwarts, when it comes to doing things that have no lower limit, they may be more ruthless than Tom Riddle in his noseless state. Recalling Snape's slightly panicked look just now, Ian felt that those families might be much more sinister than he thought.
"Even a generation of potion masters are afraid of those families. This obviously proves that no matter how good potions or alchemy is, it can't be compared to the truth in the hand that can release the big melon warning." Of course, Ian is reluctant to part with the benefits that the infinite fire potion may bring. , this is not just a matter of gold galleons, but also the honor of being included in the Chocolate Card Hall of Fame.
As a wizard apprentice with lofty ideals, Ian's dream is to be elected into the Chocolate Frog Hall of Fame, so that he can be spared just by collecting royalties while lying at home.
Coupled with the development of various peripherals, and occasionally writing an autobiography... Jin Gallon is really nourishing, but if you want to keep Jin Gallon, you really need to have good strength. Gilderoy Lockhart, who doesn't know where he is now, actually plays a role as a professor after all.
He showed Ian that if he only has fame and money, he will become a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and may be replaced by some old man who doesn't know where to come from at any time.
Look at the luxury goods in Grindelwald’s office, as well as the expensive high-end black tea and customized snacks. Ian does not believe that Grindelwald spent his own money. Ever since he was captured as a prostitute, Ian, who has learned a lot from his mistakes, has actually been paying attention to Grindelwald's movements.
I don’t know what strange method this old guy used. The name marked on the Marauder’s Map has always been Gilderoy Lockhart instead of Gellert Grindelwald.
Ian felt that his map might have been signed by Gilderoy Grindelwald when he was in the library. He did some special tricks that he failed to detect despite repeated tests. This is the most reasonable guess. It can't be that Grindelwald went and tampered with the "servers" of the Book of Access and the Pen of Acceptance, right?
"In Grindelwald's office, he really captured a bunch of centaurs..." Ian saw seven or eight small black spots in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
I don’t know how a small office can fit so many centaurs. He looked at the evil Snape again and confirmed that Snape did not go to the wizarding world to register the patent copyright of the potion during the dark night. The good uncle has stayed in the same position for quite some time without moving.
Look at the location.
Probably fell asleep in the office chair?
“It seems that I have judged the Half-Blood Prince with a villain’s heart. I understand, my good uncle actually just wants to inspire me. He may think that this can urge me to study magic more diligently. "Ian once again thought about Snape's motive for warning him, and finally realized it after taking a shot of the soul monster's head.
As a professor and dean hired by Hogwarts, Snape actually encouraged Ian to find the original formula and destroy it, regardless of the fact that everything in the library was the property of Hogwarts. The original formula, how could this not be a pavement to achieve industrial monopoly in the future?
The unlimited fire potion can obviously benefit Aurors and wizards, and has sufficient application scenarios in many places. Ian does not believe that Snape can really sneer at such an industry.
It was simply that he felt that Ian was not strong enough, and that he could not guard against the pure-blood family that would come to rob him. Ian thought over and over about Snape's warning before leaving.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it must be the case.
“The interests are touching. Snape actually has something to tell the truth. Although he said he doesn’t want to die, and I don’t want to die either, what he actually means is that his and I are too weak. I can't stand this recipe." Ian's eyes were full of understanding, and he immediately hid the sobbing Dementor and walked quickly outside the door of the Room of Requirement.
It is already late at night.
The corridor on the eighth floor was empty.
There was no light or movement even in the direction of the principal's office. Ian had not seen Albus Dumbledore on his Marauder's Map for two days. This may be the advantage of being a principal. You can skip classes anytime you want, and no one dares to ask where Dumbledore went.
In order to deliver Ariana's letter, Ian asked passing professors and ghosts more than once about Dumbledore's whereabouts. Maybe Grindelwald could know, but Ian was reluctant to spend time alone with Grindelwald. The other party's magic teaching is indeed good, but God knows if he will be captured and used as a young man again.
Moving boxes is a trivial matter.
What if Grindelwald asked him to shovel poop for the centaurs?
"I need a room where I can practice black magic. I need a room where I can practice black magic..." Ian silently made a new wish in the corridor on the eighth floor. He felt that Snape's worries were indeed unreasonable, but he also firmly believed that as long as he worked hard to improve and let Snape see that he was strong enough to hold on to the wealth brought by the unlimited fire potion, Snape would definitely not continue Block his plans to make a fortune.
“Where is my black magic practice room?”
Ian turned the door handle of the Room of Requirement again, but found that the Room of Requirement did not respond to his wish. What he saw was the same potions classroom that had not changed.
Ian, who did not believe in evil, tried again.
The Room of Requirement is still as stable and unchanged as ever - this may have violated some taboos on use, so the Room of Requirement did not respond to Ian's request.
"Then give me a room where I can have an in-depth understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts, critically use black magic from the perspective of a teacher, and let people better understand the dangers of black magic." An unwilling Ian I just tried it once on a whim, but to my surprise, the Room of Requirement actually responded.
The flexibility of its lawful concept is beyond Ian's imagination, and it directly gives Ian a huge training ground, or a large flat-floor room that resembles the evil dark wizard's lair.
The interior design of this place is full of dark and weird elements. In addition to the eerie atmosphere, there are also many alchemy dolls that can be used to practice magic.
After Ian stepped in, before he could curiously explore the inscriptions on the bodies of these alchemy dolls, several alchemy dolls opened their eyes and attacked him.
They don't do magic.
But it has the speed of a leopard and the power of a bear... From the patterns and inscriptions engraved on the dolls, Ian can probably tell that these dolls are embedded with the abilities of some animals.
“The striking feel of magic is almost the same as that of a real person!”
Facing the sudden attack, Ian did not panic. He raised his hand and fired a compound magic [Eight-Point Light Wheel], directly cutting the oncoming alchemy doll into eight neat pieces.
In Ian's opinion, Snape's previous threats were a special way of education that Snape was using to motivate him to become stronger. Therefore, he felt that he must not let Snape's efforts go to waste. He must live up to expectations and practice reliable magic such as Avatar Chain Lightning and Divine Edge Shadowless Storm that Snape would recognize.
There will be a sense of security.
[Shen Feng Shadowless Proficiency +5]
[Lighting Spell Proficiency +3]
...
Although the luminous Shenfeng Wuying loses its concealment, it brings a double improvement in proficiency. It is not without reason that Ian likes to ponder compound magic.
[Shen Feng Shadowless Proficiency +5]
[Lighting Spell Proficiency +3]
[Shen Feng Shadowless Proficiency +5]
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[Lighting Spell Proficiency +3]
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After the attacking alchemy dolls were cut into pieces, they gradually sank into the ground as if they were stuck in a quagmire. For a few seconds Finally, a brand new alchemy doll emerged from its original position.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Ian was really chewing on the big melon this time. Green light shot out and hit an alchemy doll in the chest. I fell to the ground but did not sink into the ground immediately.
It is covered with green lines of different shades. This is a demonstration of the process of the Death Curse disintegrating life - Ian thinks that the Room of Requirement may be delayed in response, responding to his expectations of making a wish for the first time. What a great training. In the classroom, even the various obstacles around it will automatically repair themselves after being smashed.
Thinking of Professor Arthur King's previous outrageous request, Ian really became interested in the Room of Requirement. Such an alchemical creation was definitely made by integrating all aspects of magic.
[Proficiency in the Death Curse +13]
[Proficiency in the Life Curse +21]
[Proficiency in the Life Curse +11]
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Of course, now is not the time to wonder who made the Room of Requirement. Faced with the alchemy dolls that seemed to have increasing magic resistance with the number of "resurrections", Ian also became very interested in these dolls. Maybe he really made a wish to a treasure room by chance.
"Since you are not afraid of damage, then let's give this a try..." Ian's wand lit up with bright light. He had not continued to study his past since he almost missed it in Hogward Village. Based on the knowledge he gained from the [Pyromantic Curse], his first original magic was almost completed before he entered school.
Today.
With a deeper understanding of magic, Ian felt it was time for him to complete it. With magic surging in his body, Ian began to try with a new understanding of wizards.
"Come on!"
Accompanied by Ian's spellcasting.
The flames bloomed.
Surge.
The golden flame showed the luster of the sun. More than a dozen alchemy dolls, connected to all surrounding obstacles and black magic torture, were instantly swallowed up by this terrifying power.
Eighth level magic.
It is the intensity that is about to touch the upper limit of human beings.
In the light of the fire.
Ian saw an unnamed magic label on the panel of the system.
"It was actually completed in one go... OK, OK, let me think about what it should be called."
Wave your magic wand.
Dissipate the sea of fire.
Ian saw the alchemy doll that had been burned to char, and then looked around at the surrounding walls and scorched earth-like floor. The huge training ground was in ruins.
“Journey of Flame.”
The training ground transformed by the Room of Requirement began to repair itself.
Ian also named his first magic on his personal panel. But when the name of the magic on the personal panel was fixed, Ian discovered a situation that he did not expect.
[Journey of Flames (Level 7) 1/6400]
Perhaps comprehending magic is different from learning other people’s magic. This magic comprehended by Ian is actually He has a full level 7 proficiency from the beginning.
It has surpassed the proficiency of other magics and has become the most powerful magic closest to the [Legendary Characteristics], which also means that it has had an [Extraordinary Characteristics] since its birth.
【Soul Furnace】
Simple name.
With a simple introduction: burn the soul and absorb the magic power.
“His~”
Ian looked at the [Extraordinary Characteristics] description presented on [Fire Journey] and couldn’t help but take a breath. Although the introduction was simple, he felt The power gained is not simple at all.
“A living person turns into a golden apple instantly?!”
Ian has always known that the [Extraordinary Characteristics] awakened by magic are extremely exaggerated, but he still underestimated the weight contained in the term [Extraordinary Characteristics].
That’s it for level five.
If you upgrade to level 10 and get [Legendary Characteristics]... Ian doesn't even dare to think about how awesome it is. He just feels that these things he has awakened simply go against the common sense of the wizarding world. .
"Unfortunately, this magic has a greater burden on the magic power. If the magic power is weak to a certain extent, it will lose control." Ian walked out of the door of the Room of Requirement with regret.
Soon.
He turned the door handle again and regretfully walked into the familiar old classroom.
"GuluGulu~"
The fire is burning.
The medicine is boiling.
The re-erected crucible.
It was Ian's way of making up for his regrets.
......
Since Snape had destroyed a large amount of Ian's inventory, he could only seize Snape's class time the next day and start flying lessons. He skipped class and went to Snape's office to buy some goods. This time he was smarter. Not only did he not keep any money, but he also took a lot of other materials to confuse the situation.
Look at it at a glance.
Snape would only think that he had been robbed - Ian still couldn't find Dumbledore for a whole day, and he finally plucked up the courage to ask Aurora to ask Grindelwald for him .
"My grandfather said that Dumbledore went out to play with his outstanding graduates and would be back before Halloween. In the past few days, are you looking for him for anything urgent?"
Au Laura was as reliable as ever and brought Ian accurate answers.
"It's not a big deal."
In fact, Ian carries two letters from Ariana every day. He really hopes that Dumbledore can be a little bit more dedicated. A principal is actually working Running out to hang out with graduates every day? Any courier that is stranded at the express station will have to pay detention fees. The more Ian thinks about it, the angrier he becomes. He has not even received compensation from those pure-blood families!
"My grandfather said that Dumbledore can help him as well." Aurora probably sensed Ian's emotions, so she spoke while fiddling with the instruments next to Ian.
"He can't help me with this." Ian was also fiddling with the equipment. What he wanted to capture was Dumbledore's expression as he read the letter. He didn't think Grindelwald would give him the reaction he wanted.
"Can you help me debug it?"
With Aurora's thoughtful expression, Ian asked Aurora for help. Of course, his good friend came without saying a word. Helped him adjust the astronomical instruments in front of him.
The first-year wizards will have an astronomy class in the evening once a week, and they need to come to the tallest tower of Hogwarts. She does not need any specific textbooks and only needs to bring quills and parchment. . Although this course may seem very partial, in fact it will be a compulsory course for Hogwarts students until fifth grade.
Slytherin will also take this class with Ravenclaw, which is actually somewhat different from what Ian learned before. The professor in charge of teaching this course is called Aurora Sinister. She is a rare black witch and has the same name as Aurora Grindelwald.
certainly.
This professor has only made profound achievements in astronomy. In terms of research and level of divination and prophecy, he may not be able to compare with the talented Grindelwald family. This can actually be seen from the moment Professor Sinister started taking classes and he highly praised the prophecy talent of the Grindelwald family.
She didn't seem to be afraid to mention this family at all. Under her eloquent talk about popular science, Ian and many young wizards learned a lot of things they had never known before. After all, this is not a British family. Even children from pure-blood families know at most a few stories about Gellert Grindelwald.
"This professor actually puts your family and the Trelawny family in the same queue? Oh my God, is your ancestor also a famous priest who served the sun god or some other god?" Ian understood. The divination teacher at Hogwarts, Sybill Trelawney, was a crazy woman but she did have the blood of a prophet.
The entire Harry Potter story seems to be just because of Sybill Trelawney's prophecy? The prophet family, which can make even Voldemort feel worried and moved by his heart, naturally carries a lot of weight.
"Actually, I don't know either. I only know that our ancestors did have several prophets." Aurora blinked, as if she had just heard the information.
"This should be the blessing of bloodline." Ian has studied "Origin of Bloodline" and knows very well that various characteristics that can be passed down are special factors hidden in the wizard's bloodline.
"Do you want to study it?" Aurora stretched out her white arm, her eyes seemed to be asking Ian if he wanted to smoke a little, as if he did not regard this special thing as a very precious thing at all.
“We’ll talk about it later, we’ll talk about it later.”
Ian was a little overwhelmed by Aurora’s reaction. While the two of them were whispering, Sinistra had officially begun giving astronomy lessons to the little wizards.
"Our class does not require a magic wand, it only requires enough patience and observation. In the next five years, I will lead everyone to understand different planets and the trajectories of planetary operations."
"In the Wizard's In this world, the operations of these planets have meaning, and you will discover the mysteries of the universe here. I think it is difficult for anyone not to be fascinated by this feeling.”
The first lesson.
Professor Sinister first used a large model to teach the little wizards how to distinguish different planets, and then began to let all students use astronomical instruments to find the corresponding planets in the dark night sky.
To put it bluntly, if we had to choose a course that was closest to a Muggle school, astronomy would definitely be closer than Muggle studies. There is no mysterious magic in this class, and there is no knowledge of divination or prophecy. Some of it is just using very old instruments to observe the stars in the sky. certainly.
In a few years, it will become the basis for learning divination courses, but the current learning process seems very boring to Ian, and it may become the course second only to the history of magic in his mind.
Aurora was observing with gusto. While everyone was observing as required, Professor Sinistra was also telling the little wizards what they needed to know.
"Perhaps among all of you here are children from Muggle families, and there are also little mixed-blood wizards living in the Muggle world, but I sincerely hope that you will not compare Muggle astronomy with our astronomy. Many are connected together, and the two are recognizing each other. There are differences in knowledge and the way we view the most basic things.”
“For example, Muggles have always believed that there are nine planets, but we in the wizarding world only recognize eight. I want to make a mistake. It won’t be us.”
Professor Sinistra's narration was full of confidence in the wizard.
However.
Since it was late at night and Professor Sinistra's tone did not sound rap-like, there were quite a few little wizards who were constantly sleepy and yawning like Ian.
This is a very tiring class.
Ian rushed to the stairs of the tower almost immediately after class - it was not that he was in a hurry to go back to sleep, but that he still needed to find some materials for his potion.
Who doesn’t need some unlimited firepower potions when they go out? Even if Snape didn't allow Ian to sell them, he still wanted to brew some as trump cards that he might use.
Of course.
In order to avoid being discovered by Snape, Ian also built an air purifier, which can effectively filter the smell during the pre-cooking process of the unlimited fire potion into the smell of the uplifting potion—— The main reason is that it was made too hastily, and Ian was unable to produce a purifier that could filter into colorless and odorless gases in a short time.
Just like when making a [bone-crushing urn], the simplest way is to convert one substance into another substance without much change in quality.
"I hope Hagrid isn't asleep yet!"
Ian said goodbye to Aurora and ran straight to the secret passage. He walked out of the school in a familiar way, then unzipped his two long legs and ran quickly towards Hagrid's hut. Perhaps Ian was unlucky, there was no light in Hagrid's hut, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or patrolling the Forbidden Forest.
“I wonder if Hagrid is angry when he wakes up.”
Ian stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, preparing to try knocking. If that didn’t work, he would come back tomorrow, but still Before he could raise his hand, he pressed his knuckles against the wooden door.
"Prince! You are violating school rules again!"
A familiar voice rang in my ears.
As soon as he realized that this was his angry good uncle, Ian felt someone appear behind him, and then his whole body was lifted up by the robe held at the back of his neck.
"This is the Forbidden Forest! How dare you sneak into such a dangerous area!" Snape was very angry at Ian's behavior, and his loud roar almost splashed out Tuomo stars.
"I'm just here to play with Hagrid!" Ian really didn't think about going to the Forbidden Forest tonight, he just wanted some frog brains and other Forbidden Forest products.
“I knew it was Hagrid who was doing this! He himself was expelled from the school for violating the school rules. I didn’t expect that he is still encouraging the little wizards in the school to violate the school rules like him!”
Snape was simply speaking out through gritted teeth.
"Keep your voice down, don't let Hagrid hear it, Hagrid will be sad." Ian quickly wanted to raise his hand to cover Snape's mouth, but Snape, who was carrying him, dodged away.
"The half-blood giant is not here."
Snape snorted with determination.
His words made Ian a little disappointed.
This expression was clearly captured by Snape.
"I won't allow you to play games with a giant here. Stop dealing with these guys. You have to know that giants are the most dangerous group of magical animals."
"It's not just Hagrid. Any creature in the forest may kill you." Snape started to scare Ian, but Ian's eyes suddenly lit up.
Sure enough!
The good uncle just thinks that his strength is not good enough!
Instead of not allowing it!
Just like the magic potion from before!
"Of course I can protect myself." Ian immediately planned to let Snape test his results. He took out his wand and cast a spell on the big tree not far away.
"The divine blade is shadowless!"
He still knew that he should not perform his improved version in front of the creator - the invisible sharp blade passed by like a ghost, and a huge tree in the sky responded. Broken into pieces.
“????”
Snape's whole body trembled.
"Damn it! How much time do you spend studying black magic every day!" His voice was full of disbelief, and the magic contained in the magic made his heart palpitate.
“I just love the magic you invented!”
Ian immediately sent auspicious words.
However.
Snape didn't seem to be bothered at all, and quickly walked towards the castle with Ian in his arms.
"Damn the Sorting Hat! It should be thrown into the pit! Prince, you evil dark wizard!" Snape didn't know why he started to curse the college's property and cursed Ian. .
Ian was just about to defend himself, but he found Snape carrying him, with a bulging waist, and a large package full of all kinds of weird potion ingredients.
“Hiss~”
Ian had another enlightenment at this moment.
No wonder Snape was accustomed to others stealing his medicinal materials.
It turns out that Snape himself is a habitual criminal!
Teach by words and deeds!
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The weather has been getting colder and colder recently. In the past few days, the robes of the little wizards have begun to become thicker. There are even some in Gryffindor. The wizard sold heaters.
It's not a very high-end alchemical creation, it's just a small flame sealed in a cheap bottle, which can bring some personal warmth and student-era fashion to the person holding it.
For the price of just a few silver Sickles, you can get a whole winter of comfort. This is a very cost-effective option, defeating the market for heated underwear created by Ian under William's instigation. Although William also sold fifteen or six pieces as a seller, the total profit was not even as good as one of Ian's Marauder's Maps.
"This is malicious competition among the twins! It is a price war that is spurned by capital!"
The battle between two gold Galleons and five silver Sickles shows the true meaning of Hogwart The poverty of these little wizards also shows that William is really not suitable to be Ian's alchemy advisor.
Ian even shamelessly asked Aurora to help him fool Slytherin students, but it was obvious that even Aurora's mobilization power only sold four or five items in Slytherin.
The effect is not even as good as Ian's advertisements in his small classroom. It turns out that even those guys in Slytherin are indeed not stupid rich people.
Maybe it’s also related to the fact that Ian’s heated underwear can’t be exposed and shown off anytime and anywhere?
In fact, in Ravenclaw Academy, the feedback on Ian's work is pretty good, but most little wizards always worry about burning their little wizards by heating their underwear because they don't understand alchemy.
"It's all your fault! This is your Christmas gift!" Ian, who found out that he was defeated by the twins in business, angrily threw all the remaining heated underwear to William.
This may be a beautiful fantasy in William's heart. He was so ecstatic that he even printed the player patterns of several teams. He didn't know why his family mailed him some strange things. Inside the thing is an old-fashioned printing press that can print moving patterns.
"You are not afraid of poisoning your little William!"
Ian is very doubtful about the quality of the old ink in the printing press. He dares to use his alchemy through studying Mr. Morgan and the people who tinkered with the Room of Requirement. The fourth-level alchemy I tempered ensures that the ink in the old printing press has been stored for at least several decades.
“This is much easier to use than Gryffindor’s [Portable Stove].” William’s praise was definitely from the bottom of his heart, because his love for these heated underwear actually made the entire Ravenclaws Already discovered. This guy would wear a pair of heated underwear on top of his head during class for several days in a row.
Of course, in order not to be ridiculed by others, William would also wear a knitted hat for himself, but this kind of cover-up fooled other colleges but not the little wizards of Ravenclaw. Michael always speculated and discussed in private with others whether William's big head or the small head was hotter.
It's obviously not cold enough yet to need a knitted hat.
"It must be that the head is hotter!"
The person who answered this question was a freckled boy who always used various snacks to pay his tuition. His tone was determined. Others did not believe him, but Ian was very interested in this boy. There is no doubt about what Ian said - except for the free prostitute William, the chocolate frog boy is the only customer who bought two pairs of heated underwear from Ian.
Niche products may have loyal users, but this cannot cover up Ian's business failure. His depression for several days was even noticed by the bronze eagle capital of Ravenclaw.
"Why haven't you chatted with me in the past few days?" The bronze eagle's head sounded very much like Mizuki Nana. It rarely took the initiative to chat with the little wizards other than asking questions.
"Because I've been very busy recently. I'm a student and I need to study, right?" Ian had long understood the pettiness of this bronze eagle head, so his cautious answer was very reasonable.
only.
There is basically no difference between a thousand-year-old alchemical creation and a thousand-year-old woman.
"I saw that you had a very happy chat with the other little wizards. Last night you talked to twenty-three little wizards in the lounge, and showed your smile to eleven little wizards."< br>
"If you save some of the 4,786 words you said to them, you can chat with me for half an hour." Bronze Eagle Head's math skills were obviously pretty good.
Maybe it’s Ian’s fault.
But this obviously became a stone that he shot himself in the foot. There was no other way. In order to come back and sleep after the night out, Ian had to sit cross-legged on the ground and was forced to open the business.
“Let me see if anyone is coming to catch me.”
Ian looked around at the situation in the lounge. In winter, everyone prefers to stay next to the fireplace, and there are few The little wizard is willing to leave the warm fire before going to class.
The twins' work is just a kind of hand warmer. It is certainly not as good as a burning fire.
“What do you want to talk about today?”
Ian asked questions to the bronze eagle leader, always alert to the possibility of someone coming in or out. It's not that he wanted to do this, but recently some senior wizards have been stuck outside all the time.
Ravenclaw has a reward for the person who brought the broken bronze eagle head. Although Ian also wants to surrender and receive the reward, he is still worried about his situation in Ravenclaw. Good reputation.
"I can do it. You can talk about anything you want. I feel that since I started chatting with you, I have become smarter and smarter. You are obviously giving me wisdom."
The voice of the bronze eagle head is very light.
“Let’s talk about quantum mechanics.”
Ian chose the topic.
He actually doesn’t know much about this field, but fortunately he has never been exposed to Bronze Eagle Head, so when he is stumped by a question, he can always use the excuse that he doesn’t need to talk about it yet. Although you can also make up some nonsense, it is still inappropriate to blaspheme knowledge.
Time passed bit by bit.
Since Ian still didn't want to attend the History of Magic class in the afternoon, he went to Hagrid to find all the medicinal ingredients he wanted, then went into the Room of Requirement and started brewing the potion.
It’s boring to have free time.
Ian began to study his assistant again.
This dementor was forced to do various things by Ian, but still felt unclear about the situation. Since he did not receive the latest task assigned by Ian, he began to want to satisfy his own needs. Out of hunger and instinct, it stretched out its two rotten hands towards the little wizard in front of it.
"You want me to do your manicure? I only know how to put two dragon claws on you." Ian stared at the Dementor's hands and frowned as he assessed the difficulty of biological alchemy.
The Dementor didn't respond, and moved its head closer. Its hood naturally slid down its back, and its face, which was only slightly better than the Faceless Man, had no eyes. Where the eyes should have been, there was only a layer of scabbed peeling skin, covering the hollow eye sockets like cicada wings.
“Kekeke~”
The dementor's hands had already grasped the little wizard's shoulders, but he found that his whole body began to tremble and become weak, and he was unable to lift the little wizard up or pull him to his side.
"It's very convenient for you to install two eyeballs here... I don't know if my good uncle has suitable eyes. Maybe I can get you two golden snitches to install them." Ian was still convinced by The dementor put a hand on his shoulder. He felt that this dementor was very friendly and obedient.
He was careful even when he was hugging himself, and he looked like a dementor with a good personality - because the dementor's small mouth twitched too frequently, which caused the surrounding air to drop again. After several times, Ian, who was wrapped in a robe, slapped him with his backhand without saying a word.
“Woo!”
The Dementor was stunned.
The little mouth stopped moving.
"Stand still, don't affect my research!" After Ian's words fell, the dementor seemed to have turned into a statue, but Ian still opened his eyelids and put his hand into it. Eye sockets.
The twelve-foot-tall Dementor is like a hill in front of the little wizard. It is even taller than a hybrid giant like Hagrid. The position where the eyes should be can even make Ian's whole hand Stretch them all in.
“I really can’t figure it out.”
Ian found that after he put his hand into the hole under the Dementor’s eyelids, no matter whether he poked it to the left or to the right, there was no trace of it. All you can feel is a haze-like haze of nothingness.
The feeling in the thick fog.
Very cold.
Supernatural creatures have gone beyond the scope of scientific explanation.
More magic than magic.
"You wait." Ian trotted towards the production table where the potion materials were processed, and returned with a regular sharp knife. The Dementor, who had no eyesight, trembled visibly for some reason.
It's a pity that I can't move.
“Where is my knife?” Ian stuffed the sharp knife into the hole under the Dementor’s eyelids. However, when he reached in again, what he could touch was still the cold gas like haze.
Unwilling to give up, he threw a few more things in, and it was still the same. Ian was a little regretful that the Dementors could not magically change the Dementors, so he could not get a portable storage space.
"But if it can be fixed on both sides, two eyeballs can be installed." Ian felt that putting a few fixing screws on the dementor's eye sockets would not be concerned by the Animal Protection Association.
"If the Avatar ray can be emitted from the left eye, the wizarding world may have its own Uchiha!" Ian only regretted that he did not have the appropriate materials around him to cyber-transform the dementors.
After tinkering with the dementors for a while, making them tremble, Ian finally succeeded in brewing the potion he wanted after failing to replicate Snape's operations several times - the mysterious potion. Blue is full of an intoxicating color.
Packed away the crucible.
Looking at the time, it was still a long time before it was time for dinner. Ian looked at this magical Room of Requirement and thought of the words of the alchemy professor again.
"I need a room where I can study the essence of you!" Ian just made a wish to try it out. He never thought that when he opened the Room of Requirement again.
He actually got a response from this room - the room in the ancient castle showed the owner the secrets hidden for thousands of years.
Countless inscriptions were scattered throughout the house, and among the dazzling inscriptions, a line of text attracted Ian's attention. It was the real name of the Room of Requirement for many years.
Hufflepuff's House of Gold.
(End of this chapter)