Chapter 107 106: Calculating the founder, creating a miracle
Ian saw a talking book in the restricted book section of the Hogwarts library, and he even studied it curiously. This must be one of the important reasons for creating the absurd scene before us today.
“I am more efficient in alchemy when I am drunk!?” Ian tried hard to recall what he did last night, but in his mind he only remembered that he was dancing at the ghosts’ dinner party. Heroes.
Children really shouldn’t drink.
He had no idea when he returned to the Room of Requirement, or how he stayed up late to create the pile of books in front of him. Even the dementors were decorated by him.
The feeling of being hungover is very unpleasant.
Especially for Ian's body that is not yet fully developed.
He shook his aching head, and scattered fragments of memory seemed to be shaken out, but he only recalled that he had classified the bones of the Riddle family.
"There is always an Old Tom among you." Ian looked at the pile of Muggle skeletons that were carefully sorted out. They were piled up and survived because their bones had no blood magic. In the corner. As for those bones with bloodline magic, they have all turned into books of bones that are now floating in the air.
No one was spared.
“My body is about to burst!”
“Can’t you make me bigger?”
“You even made the face on my cover crooked. Take off my face and put it together again!”
“Oh my God, how could there be such a boring creator? He created us just to be able to talk to stupid snakes. I feel like I hate the content and mission I carry so much!”
……
A swarm of suspended books of bones chirped throughout.
The main body of their covers is composed of carefully selected human skeletons. These originally scattered bones have been rearranged and combined to form a lifelike but different skeletal face.
There are men and women.
It looks full of evil but also has the feeling of a work of art. Ian felt that he had a lot of artistic germs when he was drunk, so he directly grabbed one of the "Book of Parselmouth" and Spread out.
As expected.
Just like when his plan was interrupted by the ghosts yesterday, there were no words in the books, only ancient runic symbols outlined with lines flickering faintly.
“Hiss, hiss~”
The unfolded “Book of Parseltongue” no longer complained, and the skeletal face on the cover began to whisper in a teaching manner, Ian’s The sound of snakes seemed to ring in my ears.
Accompanied by translation.
However, before the whisper of the translator could be heard, Ian found that he had guessed the meaning of the snake language one step ahead. Although there were still some mistakes, it was generally in agreement.
Only then did Ian notice that with his crazy refining last night, his alchemy was approaching the critical point of breakthrough. At the same time, he seemed to have developed a taste for Parseltongue in the process of refining the "Book of Parseltongue". After a preliminary understanding, no specific skills were acquired, but the existing skills have also been greatly improved.
[Language Proficiency (Level 7): 5/6400]
From the original level six to level seven, it has become an ability at the same level as [Journey of Flame]. If it is fully learned There should be a big improvement after learning Parseltongue.
"Hisss~"
Ian attempts to use Parseltongue to interact verbally with the "Book of Parseltongue".
"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"
The skeletal face on the cover of "The Book of Parseltongue" responded immediately. This is why the "Book of Parseltongues" seem to be very "intelligent" and still complain.
Ian’s creative philosophy is to provide learners with a good language communication environment.
He believes that the learning and reciting of extremely stereotyped words and language structures will only put the learner's Parseltongue in a situation where he can understand Parseltongue but cannot truly communicate. Being able to communicate while learning is the best way to learn, and it is definitely the fastest way to learn a language.
“You guys are great!” Ian gave full marks to the experience of using “The Book of Parseltongue”. He immediately took out his carving knife and used it on “The Book of Parseltongue”. Wrote a sentence.
[They Will Speak to You, from Ian Prince’s Masterpiece Book]
Following [Broken Bones and Ashes], Ian has made another original work of his own. Although the work The raw materials are a bit underworld, but "The Book of Parseltongue" is obviously more meaningful than "Broken Bones and Ashes". If the Gaunt family had no objections in the underworld, it might really be called an outstanding work.
After all.
In addition to being inherited by blood, Parseltongue is difficult for even Dumbledore to master through learning. You must know that in addition to being a magic genius, Dumbledore is also a genius in linguistics. Even such a master can only memorize some syllables by rote, and other mediocre wizards are naturally less likely to master Parseltongue.
"Unfortunately, I can't sell you in the school, at least not until I catch the baby basilisk... the little wizards in the school probably can't pay too high a price." Ian filled the room He "caught" the "Parseltongue Books" that were scurrying around in mid-air, and stuffed dozens of "Parseltongue Books" into his own purse.
After many space expansions, Ian's wallet is now the size of a football field, and most of his belongings are now carried around.
Of course.
A space the size of a football field is not the limit of the Expansion Spell. It is just the limit of Ian's control over the Expansion Spell. In the future, he will definitely continue to expand the space in his wallet.
Whether you use it or not is secondary.
All Ian wants is his own Doraemon fourth-dimensional pocket.
"You guys come in, too."
Ian thought about it for a moment, but ultimately did not choose to destroy the pile of Muggle skeletons. Rather than burn them all to ashes with a powerful fire, he preferred to burn Old Tom to ashes. The bones are boiled into soup.
Human bone meal is also a material in potions, and it is difficult to obtain through formal channels. The bones of Voldemort's father are contained in a group of regular Muggle skeletons.
Ian felt that it was a waste to destroy them all in order to permanently eliminate future troubles - he dug the graves of the entire village because he was in a hurry and could not find any of them that was Old Tom. .
"It is trivial to have trouble later. If we want to save the Horcrux Harry Potter, Old Tom's bones must be used. Snape will definitely be willing to admit me for the sake of Mr. Savior's life. It was he who taught the most talented students and then wrote a pledge to give Ravenclaw at least 100 points in one semester.”
In the end, Ian wanted to stuff the dementors tied into rice dumplings into his own money bag, but he had not yet found a way to improve the tightness of the money bag. The Dementor, who was as big as Hagrid, had his head stuck directly in the entrance and exit of the money bag. In desperation, Ian could only pull the Dementor out again.
"Why can't you grow a balloon head!" Ian put the Dementor back into the cage and hid it. The aggrieved Dementor huddled in the corner of the cage as if sobbing.
This is a scene that other wizards have never seen before. After tidying up the somewhat messy Room of Requirement, Ian found that it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Fortunately, today is Halloween and Hogwarts will have a full day off. Otherwise, he would definitely be happy about his new achievement of missing school all day.
"Do the cooking! I'm going to do the cooking!" Just when Ian was about to leave, suddenly, the portrait in the Room of Requirement classroom that Ian often used suddenly spoke.
"Salazar would kill you if he were still alive."
They had never spoken before, and this was the first time. Ian was shocked and quickly turned around and looked over. It was a handsome red-haired young man he had never seen before. This figure has never appeared in the portraits in Hogwarts, and there was no portrait of this young man in this classroom before.
You must know that in order to understand the principle of "magic intelligence", Ian did not stop harassing the portraits in the castle.
"Are you the ancestor of the Weasley family? To be honest, I just wanted to study the origin of Parselmouth bloodline through those bones at first. I never thought that I accidentally made them all last night. "The Book of Bones."
Ian stared at the red-haired young man's somewhat fluffy red hair. The people hanging in this classroom were all outstanding graduates of Hogwarts, almost all of whom were involved in potions and alchemy. Master of the field.
"I have no descendants. Descendants will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword. Can the Weasley family be as handsome as me?" The red-haired young man in the portrait asked directly.
"Oh, you are Gryffindor." Ian stared at the portrait of a picnic witch. Against the background of mountains and flowing water, the red-haired young man didn't know where he had driven the picnic witch.
"React very quickly, evil Ravenclaw brat." The red-haired young man in the portrait chuckled and did not deny it. He picked an apple from the fruit tree next to him.
"You should use honorifics for me."
The portrait of Gryffindor found himself unable to chew the apple in his hand.
"Your portrait is obviously only a few years older than me, and you are obviously not yet a founder. The portrait of Gryffindor hanging next to the stairs is the founder ancestor." Ian responded to being scolded The evil kid was a little angry. He blinked his eyes seriously, and what he said made it difficult for Gryffindor to refute.
but.
Gryffindor is not annoyed by this.
“I will definitely not deny this, but I am the only one who has devoted all my efforts to the portrait, and no matter what period the painting recording me was born in, as long as I show up, it can make people You are recognized by the little wizards of Gryffindor." The smiling red-haired young man clearly understood Ian's character.
"Salute to you, great founder ancestor." Ian seemed to have learned the true story of Grindelwald's change of face, and he immediately bowed to the portrait above in a humble tone.
The spirit of craftsmanship reappears!
"What a snobbish brat, just like Salazar. It's a pity that if you hadn't stolen the bones of his descendants, you might have been able to gain recognition from him."
Gryffindor's words It made Ian's eyes light up.
"Is there still a portrait of Slytherin in the school? Is there any benefit to be gained by collecting the portraits of the Big Four?" Ian's thinking is always very fast in this regard.
"You should be able to see his portrait in his secret room, which contains the laboratory he hid." Gryffindor hung the apple back on the fruit tree, "You might Being able to get some benefits from the portrait of Ravenclaw, she left a secret treasure to the apprentice she had never found."
There is a double meaning in this sentence.
Ravenclaw did leave something behind for future generations, but other founders had no such considerations. After hanging the apples, Gryffindor spoke to Ian again.
"Of course, Salazar's approval may allow you to find the land deed you want...if you don't dig up the bones of his descendants to make those books."
He actually even knew about the land deed that Ian was thinking about Hogwarts.
"Have you been spying on the little wizards?" Ian had never seen Gryffindor in the portrait, but he didn't expect that the other party seemed to have a very good understanding of him.
"Portraits are part of Hogwarts, and most of the things witnessed in Hogwarts are known to the portraits." Gryffindor patted the leaves on his body.
"Of course, as portraits of the founder, we are definitely more special than other portraits, and each of us has our own secret cabin in Hogwarts. Except for Helga's cabin, it is not specially covered. Everyone else’s secret cabins are hidden where others can’t find them.” Gryffindor’s explanation roughly explains why Ian’s Marauder’s Map can only find the location of the Room of Requirement.
Because this room is the only one that does not hide its existence in the Hogwarts "system".
“So you also have a secret cabin.”
Ian’s heart moved slightly.
He knew the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. Perhaps he could explore it after learning Parseltongue, and the secret cabins of the other two founders also made him curious.
"You can't see me in the portrait in the castle because I have been staying in my cabin. In fact, if I hadn't discovered that your behavior was really outrageous, I wouldn't have chosen to come out and communicate with you." Lanfondo raised his eyebrows, with a hint of reminder in his voice.
"Salazar is a very vengeful person, and his portrait must be the same as him. If you suddenly find his secret room, be careful that his portrait deliberately let you find it."
< br>Gryffindor's words made Ian frown slightly.
"I will be careful."
Ian sighed helplessly. If it weren't for last night's indulgence, what he actually wanted to make was a talking skeleton. Maybe that would be more respectful than making the Gaunt family into a book?
"Have you never encountered the portrait of the ancestor of Slytherin in school?"
There was never any portrait in the secret room in his memory, but he couldn't tell clearly. Hogwarts itself did have too many portraits. There are many secrets that he never knew in the original work.
"Yes, but I guess he must have made and left a portrait of himself." Gryffindor responded with a firm tone. At the same time, he continued after thinking for a moment, "Although we were There was a dispute due to some reasons, but this school is ultimately the hard work of the four of us.”
“He just left, it’s not that he doesn’t care about it.” This view is also shared by Ian. , the four founders undoubtedly have special feelings and ties to Hogwarts.
Ian nodded thoughtfully and suddenly asked curiously, "Why didn't I see Ms. Helga? This Room of Requirement should be her secret cabin, right?"
Faced with this problem, Gryffindor just sighed.
“There is a portrait of her in Hufflepuff’s lounge, but it is not tainted with much of her own aura. This may be because her death was too sudden.”
< br>The expression of Gryffindor's portrait is a little sad. Although it is just a character in a painting, his feelings for the other founders are obviously no different from Gryffindor's.
“Huh?”
Ian is quite familiar with the aura of contamination mentioned in this portrait.
He has really studied the nature of portraits. A portrait with "wisdom" does not necessarily require the death of the person. The reason why these figures move and think does not depend on the artist. Yes, the wisdom of the portraits depends entirely on the "spiritual aura" left by the wizards they depict.
Wizards will leave their "spiritual aura" in their usual places during their lifetime. The more powerful the wizard, the stronger the "spiritual aura" they leave behind. The talent of the painter affects the level of utilization of this "spiritual atmosphere". The more powerful painters will even pour some of their own characteristics into the portrait.
At some point, this will make a powerful and smart wizard likely to have a more capable portrait. Of course, this situation will definitely affect the degree to which the character presented in the portrait restores the portrait himself. . From this perspective, it is not wrong to force this young Gryffindor portrait to say that he is more like himself.
"The ancestor of Hufflepuff died suddenly?"
This is not the first time that Ian has heard such rhetoric. Dumbledore once told him the three stories of the founder. When making a deal, when mentioning Hufflepuff's ancestor, he also said that Hufflepuff's ending was not happy.
"This kind of tragedy is not something you little wizards can gossip about." Gryffindor had no intention of answering Ian's question. He just sighed heavily and his tone was very sad.
"Then can you tell me about the transaction that Hufflepuff witnessed?" Ian chose to settle for the next best thing. He felt that he had found a huge secret of the ancient times.
“I know that the transaction you mentioned exists, but I don’t know the actual content. After all, I am just a portrait, and the Gryffindor who made me did not devote any memory to this aspect. Give it to me." The Gryffindor in the portrait shrugged, hesitated for a moment, and then added.
“He must have taken that matter very seriously and didn’t want anyone to know about it from me. It’s hard to keep a secret secret in a portrait, but he even gave me the memory of peeking into someone’s bath.”
The portrait of Gryffindor lowered his voice and said proudly.
Ian's eyes widened.
"Okay, okay! If you don't go to Gryffindor House to announce that I am your recognized heir, I will immediately tell everyone that you peeped in Ravenclaw's bath!"
He felt like he had a hold of Gryffindor's little chicken feet.
“??????”
The young Gryffindor portrait was confused, “Who told you that I would go and watch Ravenclaw take a bath? She is a married woman. Wife! And that was something I did when I was very young.”
The young Gryffindor in the portrait obviously didn't know how sinister the little wizard's heart was.
“You have been spying on others bathing since you were a child, and then you said that women affect the speed at which you draw your sword? Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect the ancestor of Gryffindor to be such a shameless yellow wizard!”
< br>"There's a reason why Gryffindor House has the highest birth rate in Hogwarts!" Ian's expression of sudden realization made the Gryffindor portrait lose control.
"Why are you looking at these statistics!? Are you free and have nothing to do!" The young Gryffindor raised his trembling hand and pointed at the little wizard outside the frame.
“Sometimes it’s a bit leisurely.”
Ian nodded honestly.
“…”
The portrait of Gryffindor was choked and speechless.
After a long time.
He sighed in various ways, "If you can rely on your own ability to find my treasure house and come in front of me, I will publicly admit that you are a junior recognized by Gryffindor."
"This is a trial, only given to specific people..." Gryffindor's portrait looked a little helpless, "Originally, I should have come to you when you were in third grade."
Bye Don't say anything.
Just the word treasure house made Ian's eyes light up.
"As long as I rely on my own ability, can I find you in any way?" Ian knew that the adventurous Gryffindor must have left behind more than just a sword that became more and more brave as he fought. "Yes, I want to remind you that you are the seventh wizard to reach the threshold and the only one who is not a student of Gryffindor House. The six challengers before you have all failed in the end."
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"Where I am, there are three levels of trials. It is not enough to control powerful magic. On the way to the trial, you also need to have extraordinary sword skills. I think I also have sword skills in the Hogwarts library. Guidance books, but few wizards have studied them in recent years."
"For today's young wizards, they would rather. I would rather make myself a magic gun than learn swordsmanship... I also admit that this is a better means of personal defense, but it obviously won't work in the trial I left. If you are really free, It's better to use this time to practice swordsmanship."
Gryffindor's portrait reminded him, "Of course, if it's swordsmanship. If you feel that you have no talent, you can also find a teammate with excellent swordsmanship for yourself.”
“The friendship of your partners is also a kind of strength that belongs to you, but you need to share part of your harvest accordingly. ." Gryffindor's voice was very loud and powerful, "You have enough time to weigh whether you want to challenge alone or not. Teaming up with your own partners, after all, it takes a lot of effort to find where I am."
He said very confidently, "In fact, the little wizard who found my location the fastest was that year. It also took two and a half years. If the challenger fails to complete the trial before graduation, it will be counted as a failure of the challenger trial.”
This is definitely incredibly difficult.
It took two years just to find a place?
Hogwarts is just a big place!
“Are all my challenger predecessors so stretched?” Ian asked in surprise, while running towards a pile of materials used to make "The Book of Parseltongue" last night. .
There are still some materials left.
He decided to recycle it.
"Your last challenger was named Albus Dumbledore, and he didn't even get to see the third level." Gryffindor in the portrait reminded with a smile.
One thing to say.
It was obviously very correct that his body did not record the secret transaction on him. After all, with his big mouth, he probably couldn't keep any secrets.
"Our principal? He didn't tell me that there is such a trial in Hogwarts!" Ian took a breath. From this point of view, Gryffindor's trial is indeed a bit scary. .
You must know that Dumbledore is the most talented wizard in modern times, bar none.
“That’s because those who fail the trial will not remember that they have participated in the trial... The young wizard cannot resist that kind of magic. Dumbledore was not as good as he is now when he was a student. Powerful." The portrait of Gryffindor revealed to Ian another trial rule from the ancient founder.
"Do other founders have similar trials?" Ian took back some materials from the leftover materials last night, took out a bone of Tom's seventh aunt and eighth aunt, and began to tinker with it.
"I don't know."
Gryffindor's response was also very straightforward, "I'm just a portrait. I'm not Hogwarts itself, but I think the other three Probably not as keen on it as I am.”
"If you have time to dig my grave, maybe you can still see the legacy of my bad taste." He is a real tiger, knowing that Ian likes to dig other people's graves, he still gave the suggestion with some expectation.
"Where is your grave?"
Ian's curiosity was aroused.
“You need to find it yourself. Some people say that I am still living in the Black Lake. It is obviously not something that a portrait of me should know. I just remember that I have always been obsessed with giving the tomb robbers an interesting A surprise." Gryffindor's portrait smirked, and he continued to encourage Ian to find his own grave.
However.
"I think I'd better find the treasure house you mentioned first." Ian began to frantically stir things in a large bowl. The treasures in the treasure house were obviously more attractive to him than Gryffindor's bones.
They are all characters from a thousand years ago.
Who knows if there are any bones left for him to study?
“What are you doing?”
Gryffindor curiously approached the frame.
"Didn't you say that I can use any method to find where you are?"
Ian removed the toad nerve that jumped on his face. He hesitated for a moment and ran towards the door. " Please wait for me, I will show you my big baby later."
Said.
Under the increasingly curious gaze of Gryffindor, Ian left the Room of Requirement through the door. A moment later, he quickly ran back with a small bowl.
“You are indeed still here.”
He looked a little out of breath.
"Of course I am. Although I am just a portrait, my curiosity is as strong as myself." The portrait of Gryffindor placed its eyes on the bowl in Ian's hand.
"Yeah, I know, I also have a friend with similar characteristics to you." Ian breathed a sigh of relief and poured the contents of the bowl into the bowl he had stirred just now.
He carefully started stirring again.
"You want to brew a potion to find my whereabouts?" The portrait of Gryffindor was just as Ian expected. He couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked curiously. .
"Also, where is the big treasure you said you wanted to show me?"
He and Pandro are indeed very similar in some aspects. As long as their curiosity cannot be satisfied, they will feel uncomfortable. This is probably the case for everyone. The nature of adventurous people.
"Not only can I brew potions, but I'm actually pretty good at alchemy, and I've also studied your portraits, so..." Ian asked the Room of Requirement to get him a ladder.
He put the ladder close to the wall and climbed up the ladder to the high portrait.
“I also know some painter’s techniques. It’s not that outstanding, but it should be enough.” Looking at the Gryffindor portrait in front of him, which was still full of curiosity, Ian showed a bright smile. Smiling, the paintbrush carved from bone began to draw with juice. His drawing skills were such that Gryffindor could not tell what he was drawing.
therefore.
Gryffindor moved closer to where Ian was writing.
“Are you drawing animals?”
He tried hard to identify the extra things in the painting.
“I’m drawing a dog.”
Ian nodded.
In fact, his painting level has improved a lot, and the final product is still more or less recognizable, but the vicious dog looks a bit ugly.
This actually fits what Ian wants to draw.
“You want to let it smell my scent and then take you through the link between the portraits to find me? This is indeed a very smart way.”
Gryffindor suddenly realized.
He shook his head happily and said in a brisk tone, "But it's useless. Even if you can give it a real dog nose, it won't be able to smell anything on me. I am the portrait of Gryffindor, and I have already I have already expected that someone might want to use this kind of shortcut."
"I won't leave any traces of my journey, and even the master of painting can't identify the materials used to paint me." The young man. The Gryffindor portrait finished confidently.
He raised his hand and wanted to touch the vicious dog drawn by Ian.
"Roar~"
The vicious dog's character is obviously very bad. He raised his hand and wanted to bite Gryffindor's hand. Fortunately, Gryffindor reacted quickly, otherwise he might It is to become a portrait of the missing hand.
"You misunderstood. What I drew is not a dog with a sensitive nose, but a rabid dog... It just needs to chase you and follow you all the way back to your hiding place."
Ian finally drew the four legs of the vicious dog, and then suddenly "borrowed" some paint from Gryffindor and put it on where the vicious dog's eyes were.
"No one else can attract its attention. My big precious vicious dog will only chase you. You must be careful, its bite is really painful."
Ian's gentle warning made Gryffindor change his face and run away.
The vicious dog with jagged fangs immediately followed.
One person and one dog quickly passed through several paintings and disappeared into the classroom in the Room of Requirement. It was obvious that Godric Gryffindor had not put such protection on the portrait all those years ago.
“Tsk tsk, Gryffindor really doesn’t have a deep understanding of portrait technology.”
“I hope to scare our founder’s portrait and make him run back being chased by my puppy. My own safe house... Hey, I'm hungry and thirsty now. It's time to go get something to eat."
Ian took one last look at the portrait where the figure had disappeared, climbed down the ladder and quickly left the Room of Requirement. .
As soon as you get out of the gate.
He couldn't help but wrap up his robe.
With the arrival of November in Hogwarts, the temperature has dropped below ten degrees Celsius. Even Hogwarts, with bonfires burning everywhere, has the bone-chilling temperature of the coming cold winter.
Of course.
Such a temperature cannot stop students from wanting to go out and have fun during the holidays. The corridors of the castle are extremely deserted, with only couples in twos and threes occasionally hanging out in the corners.
Others either went to Hogsmeade village to participate in the assembly, or they were messing around with their companions on the lawn outside the castle. Ravenclaw students who love learning rarely stay during the festival. In the castle. Ian didn't plan to go to the library today, he just wanted to have something to eat and then return to the Room of Requirement to learn Parseltongue.
"Hats off to you, little Ian."
Along the way.
Ian also met some ghosts who attended the banquet last night, but their attitudes seemed a bit strange. Even the bloody Barrow, who had always had a bad temper, was bowing to him.
“You are simply more amazing than Dumbledore.”
This proud ghost from Slytherin House also exclaimed.
"My Skeleton Band made everyone happy?"
Ian found that every ghost was bowing to him. He could only guess that he had really excited the audience last night, and it was just Bloody Baron's response. But it surprised him.
"All of us ghosts are very grateful to you, not just because of the band you brought." Bloody Barrow looked at Ian deeply, and then floated into the wall next to him.
"What happened last night?" Ian racked his brains and couldn't recall what happened last night. He found Helena Ravenclaw, who was standing in front of his mother's portrait as always.
Helena Ravenclaw today is a little different from the past. Although she is still looking at the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw in a daze, her expression is obviously a little more difficult than before. Metaphorical emotions.
Like other ghosts.
Helena Ravenclaw also bowed slightly to Ian, and then answered Ian's doubts, "Little Ian, you created a miracle that should have been impossible last night."
In words.
Helena Ravenclaw's voice was also full of complexity.
The way she looked at Ian was very strange.
"Did I bring the Dementors to the banquet?" Ian's hangover memory fragments began to piece together slowly. He remembered that he had a lot of fun with the ghosts and even caught a few Thestrals to go to the underground classroom. They are amazing, magical creatures that can only be seen by those who have seen death.
Because of this. .
Thestrals were once considered an unlucky symbol and were said to bring all kinds of terrible disasters to those who saw them. However, many of them were raised in Hogwarts to pull carriages.
"What! You also raised a Dementor!?" Helena Ravenclaw's trembling and horrified reaction showed that Ian did not bring the Dementor to the banquet.
“Shhh, keep your voice down!”
Ian jumped up but did not cover Helena Ravenclaw's mouth. It was not because he was too short or had poor jumping ability, but because Helena Ravenclaw dodged in time.
"I really don't know what I did to make the ghosts look at me like...like they were looking at the savior." Ian wanted to find a less arrogant adjective but couldn't. Not found. He even felt that the way the ghosts looked at him was more intense and intense than the way many wizards looked at Harry Potter.
"Oh, yes, of course it is. You described yourself very appropriately. After all, even now I can't believe it." Helena Ravenclaw looked at Yi deeply. kindness.
"The miracles you created are even more incredible than the miracles of that little boy. Last night, you cast a special magic." Ghost Helena Ravenclaw's soft response sounded in the corridor, It solved Ian's inner doubts, "Even if it's just a short night, this magic gives the ghosts a sense of taste."
Even after others told him, Ian still couldn't remember it - he felt that he would never remember it in the future. You must stay away from alcohol, even after you become an adult again.
"Why didn't I know I could do magic like this?" Ian looked at his personal panel. There was no magic recorded on it that had similar effects.
He can only think in terms of transfiguration.
"Maybe it's not magic. Who knows, you have done something amazing anyway." Helena Ravenclaw floated to her mother's portrait again.
Before Ian could ask.
Her voice full of anxiety then sounded.
"Perhaps I should really go find you tomorrow night. My mother just spoke to me. This is the first time her portrait has spoken. I always thought she never left her breath."
" Maybe she just hasn’t wanted to communicate with me all these years.”
Helena Ravenclaw still seemed a little hesitant, but when she saw that the completion of her promise to Ms. Ravenclaw was in sight, she realized. En immediately shook his head, which had been contemplating to no avail, and became energetic.
"Of course not! She loves you very much, and I'm afraid she has been waiting for you." He encouraged again, and this time, Helena Ravenclaw did not refute like before.
“I still don’t know how to face her, but if I really have another chance to choose, I think I should need to show some courage that I rarely had even in my lifetime.”< br>
"It has been too long since I lost my courage. After all, the last time I mustered up the courage to do what I did caused tragedy in my life." Helena Ravenclaw began to sob again.
"Tragedy will not always be with you, just like regret should not always be with your mother." Ian wanted to pat Ms. Helena Ravenclaw on the shoulder.
However, the hand he raised could only hit the lady's waist or butt. After thinking about it, he retracted his hand. He was afraid of being misunderstood and causing Helena Ravenclaw to change her mind. .
"Actually, for a good-looking little wizard like you, I should have always been wary of you, but my mother told me to trust you, and this time I chose to believe her."
Helena .Ravenclaw turned his head and looked at Ian.
The tone was a sigh.
"Of course, I also believe in the miracle last night." Perhaps other ghosts thought that Ian had cast some special magic, but only Helena, who had been taking care of the little wizard at that time, knew best.
There are no obscure spells, nor ancient or modern magic. Some are just the little wizard muttering that he thinks everyone should have the right to enjoy delicious food on Halloween. Yes. It's just what I think, that's all.
So.
After complaining like a normal chat, an impossible miracle happened.
It's like a story that only appears in fairy tales.
Absurd.
Bizarre.
With intriguing meaning...
(End of this chapter)