Chapter 112 Chapter 111: A magic potion that lives up to its name!
In the corridor of Hogwarts Castle.
The sunshine in winter is not very warm.
It shines from the windows of the castle into the corridor floor, casting mottled light and shadow between the stone bricks, but it cannot dispel the white mist that condenses in the air between Ian's breaths.
"I'm so sad that my soul mate is actually a trance..." Ian met many happy little wizards along the way, which was in sharp contrast to his sighing little face.
Putting aside the powerful black magic, the magic that Ian is most looking forward to after coming to the magical world, besides Animagus transformation, is naturally the Patronus Charm that runs throughout this magical world.
Before, Ian even thought that he might not have a soul mate because he was a time traveler. He had already thought about finding relevant knowledge and going to the trance to catch one, a small animal there. Quite a few. However, he never thought that the reality that was gradually becoming clear would give him a blow in the head.
True.
It's really cool that a person's soul mate is an area of a certain world, but there is almost no way to truly condense this world, which can only be regarded as a pure tragedy.
Ian feels that his Patronus Charm may not be able to reach the next level in this life.
Name: Ian Prince
Occupation: Blood Warlock
Magic: Level 8 (during explosive leap)
Skill: [Inspiration of Wisdom] [This skill cannot be used Upgrade]
[Guardian Charm (Level 0) 49/50]
...
There is certainly a reason why Ian would be amazed by Professor Flitwick.
The level of magic power at level eight is far beyond that of most adult wizards, and even further is the limit of human beings. This level of magic power can be regarded as the top level among wizards. However, with such majestic magic power in front of the mutant patron saint spell, Ian could clearly feel helpless that it was a drop in the bucket.
"It's not that I can't do it, but according to Professor Flitwick's theory, the abnormal node where my Patronus Charm mutates is too outrageous. It's estimated that level nine magic power can't bear such a burden." Ian couldn't summon Dumbledore even with the flying spell, so how could he expect that he could successfully summon the trance after his magic power was upgraded again?
Let’s not talk about which one needs to bear more magic power between the world and Dumbledore. Just the distance between life and death, the burden that needs to be borne is definitely far greater than the distance between the end of the world and the cape of the sea. .
"Merlin probably won't be able to do it even if he comes!"
Ian sighed helplessly, temporarily forgetting his obsession with the Patronus Charm. No matter how worried he was, he could not change his magic. The fact that the method was successfully implemented.
“It’s better to go to class first, and leave your worries to emo at night.” Ian trotted towards another classroom. Their first-grade students had already entered the difficult stage of four classes a day.
After the Charms class, there was a forty-minute break, followed by a Potions class where you would be criticized for being late. Aurora had already reserved a seat in Ravenclaw.
“Here, good stuff.” Ian stepped forward and gave Aurora a bottle of magic potion. He was happy to share the treasure with his friends. This was the first batch of innovative magic potions he brewed. medicine.
"What is this?"
Aurora stared curiously at the gray liquid in the container.
“When you encounter an enemy that cannot be defeated, throw it out and hit the enemy. It can temporarily turn ordinary wizards into dumb guns. It can also reduce the strength of powerful wizards.”
"I call it the Forbidden Magic Potion. The cost is okay, but the materials are a bit hard to find." Ian said happily. He developed another masterpiece potion after the Infinite Fire Potion.
Being able to brew such a potion is naturally thanks to Teacher Morgan’s love potion. Of course, Ian feels that his way of thinking that can draw inferences from one example is also indispensable.
It's very practical, but it's a pity that he can't apply for a patent for this potion.
"Can I help you find the materials?"
Aurora put the potion into her robe, she hesitated for a moment, "Do you want the truth serum? Wait until I get out of it I’ll give you a few bottles later.”
“Legilimency is much easier to use than Veritaserum. I am a master of Legilimency.” Ian turned on the crazy bragging mode in front of his friends. This is generally true.
"Then you will help me legilimize my grandfather?"
Aurora spoke expectantly.
Ian is misfiring.
“I’m actually not that big of a master…”
He quickly changed the subject.
Soon, Snape, who had been absent from school for several days, still counted the time and came to the classroom.
He was a little absent-minded during the entire class, and would look out the window from time to time. Ian felt that his good uncle must be worried about something happening in Castle Richlow.
"If he knew that your grandfather was also in Hogwarts, he would definitely not be able to sleep well at night." Ian whispered to Aurora after noticing the increasingly serious dark circles under Snape's eyes. .
"I remember that your uncle was also a Death Eater." Aurora obviously already understood the interpersonal relationships in Hogwarts, and of course she also knew something about Snape's past.
"There is also competition within the Death Eaters." Ian did not choose to expose Snape's identity as a double agent, and it was not that he was always unable to exercise discretion.
"So, you have always cared about the Muggle Studies professor, just because you want to kill your uncle's competitor and push your uncle into the position?" Aurora's imagination is as rich as ever.
but.
Ian is also the type who doesn't give in. "A Death Eater who doesn't want to be the boss is not a good Death Eater. When Voldemort falls, I want to be the nephew of the third generation Dark Lord."
"My good uncle loves the color black the most. He must be a good candidate to be the Dark Lord." What Ian said was true. Anyway, he was secretly chatting and bragging during class.
He just said it casually, but Aurora obviously took it seriously. She stared at Snape who was studying slowly on the podium, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
On the podium, Snape only noticed two people whispering to each other. After several warnings with his eyes to no avail, he simply used the topic to deduct points from another little Ravenclaw wizard.
"Mr. Chelf, you are not allowed to pick your nose during class. This is not a place for you to collect potion materials. One point will be deducted from Ravenclaw for not listening carefully."
His deterrence did not work. Being able to stop Ian and Aurora actually made the other little wizards feel a little sad, and they even didn't dare to pick their heads when they were distressed by the lecture.
"Now let's get into practice. This is the moment when idiots show their true colors." When Snape was brewing the potion, the people who cared about him the most were no longer Ian and Aurora.
He almost didn't dare to leave the Slytherin area, because Singed and Giggs, two young children, always came up with some weird innovations in every class. I don’t know which era their potion notes are from. The simplest potion can be boiled into something that looks like a terrorist attack.
“Bang~”
No.
Even with Snape on guard at all times, they somehow caused a cloud of green smoke to burst out of the cauldron when Snape looked away.
"Damn it! Who asked you to add so many frog skins! Do you want us all to turn into frogs?" Snape's magic release speed may be the same as that of the little wizards in the Potions class. Exercised.
It was still a near miss.
The two little Slytherin wizards were kicked out of the Potions classroom - even after the Breaking Bad duo left, Snape still continued to vent his resentment and anger.
"The order is wrong! Idiot! Didn't you take notes just now?"
"What I want is green liquid. Are you color blind? I should let you drink this pot of blue stuff!" "
"Damn! Take your hands out! This is not a footbath for you!"
......
The big bat is outputting like crazy.
While the little wizards were tremblingly brewing potions, Ian saw Snape secretly taking out a Marauder's Map and glancing at it several times while he was patrolling the classroom.
Presumably he was trying to determine where Quirrell was operating in the castle.
"I bet he didn't pay us." Ian and Aurora's potion brewing went very smoothly, but he was caught by Snape several times when he tried to become a professional firemaker. Right.
This caused him to criticize Snape quite a bit.
"He confiscated the maps of several young wizards." Aurora helped Ian process the materials and secretly handed them to Ian, while telling what happened in Slytherin College.
"It's okay. You can comfort those whose maps were confiscated and tell them that the second map is 20% off." Ian frantically stirred the potion in the crucible in front of him.
He also helped Aurora, who was handling the materials, stir it a few times.
“He has warned me not to sell contraband in Slytherin House... If I catch you selling contraband for that brat again, I will send you to Ravenclaw. Go to the academy." Aurora imitated Snape's tone and tone so vividly that even her voice seemed to be exactly the same.
This is probably a voice-changing technique used by people who have practiced human body transformation.
"He's scaring you. There's no such thing as transfer to another hospital in Hogwarts." Ian felt that his good uncle was blocking his way of making money, but he didn't have any good strategies to deal with it. You can't secretly dig the graves of your ancestors and let them climb out and teach Snape a lesson, right?
It’s so filial!
"I know, I sold two more in front of him, and he didn't transfer me to your college." Aurora poured the chopped materials into two crucibles.
"Your map was also confiscated by him?" Ian stopped stirring the crucible. It doesn't matter if other maps were confiscated. The map of Aurora was not designed to hide the coordinates of Aurora. Certainly.
"Of course not. Snape was furious and wanted to punish me with solitary confinement, but I had information collected by the saints for me. After taking it out, he turned around and left."
"Although he was still cursing, he did not continue. Keep punishing me." Aurora blinked at Ian and whispered with some emotion, "Ian, the methods you like to use to threaten people are indeed very effective. Snape seems to be worried about me. Go dig the grave of Lily Evans."
The Germanic girl's words made Ian's eyes widen.
Sure enough.
The most courageous King of Hogwarts really does not belong to him, Ian.
"I didn't. Don't talk nonsense. It was you who learned bad things from following Slytherin students." Ian was a little worried that Snape would finally settle the score on him.
No wonder Snape didn't like seeing either Aurora or him in this class.
"My grandfather said you dug the graves of Voldemort's family." Aurora poured the brewed potion into the container while tilting her head and looking calmly at the little wizard beside her.
“…”
Ian did not expect that Grindelwald was also a big mouth.
“What are you doing with those dead bones?”
Aurora asked curiously.
Ian was silent for another moment, looked at Snape who was not nearby, and then lowered his voice, "A certain uncle of Voldemort is in your arms right now."
His answer The little Germanic girl was stunned for a long time.
Soon.
Aurora's eyes widened when she reacted. She took out the bottle of potion given by Ian in disbelief. The gray liquid inside really looked like a soup made from dead bones.
"Is this okay?"
Aurora's scope of potions knowledge was clearly challenged.
"I also learned a big secret here, but I can't tell you yet." Ian also lowered his voice so that Snape wouldn't hear it. In his opinion, the unlimited fire potion must be banned by Snape. Once what he is researching is leaked, Snape will directly throw a hundred amnesia curses at him?
If Snape really did that, Ian could actually understand it.
After all, what he discovered was about the origin of wizards. Yes, the origin of wizards, Ian finally realized what the main topic of Teacher Morgan's love potion formula was. I have to say that hiding such a subject in the formula of a love potion that symbolizes "fertility and reproduction" is really in line with Mr. Morgan's consistent black humor style.
"A very dangerous secret? Is it just this bottle of potion?" Aurora frowned. She wanted to take out the magic-forbidden potion and shake it again, but Ian raised his hand and pushed it back.
"The anti-magic potion is for emergencies. We can't always count on Dumbledore and your grandfather to show up in time when we are in danger without any negligence." Ian is actually worried about Voldemort. He was right at the time. In addition to the Mirror of Erised, the things Hagrid took to the principal's office should also contain a magic stone.
If Voldemort was lured back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore, as a descendant of the Grindelwald family, Ian felt that Aurora should be the first young wizard to become interested in Voldemort.
What noseless Tom likes to study most is some strange bloodlines.
"I have the means to save my life... If this thing will bring you danger, I think it's better for you to hide it yourself." Aurora wanted to hand the anti-magic potion back to Ian from under the table .
"It itself will not bring much danger to me, because without a potion formula and ritual that I have mastered, even a potion master cannot believe that it has a direction for further research." Ian took the magic-forbidden potion and put it into Aurora's robe pocket with his own hand.
"This thing has a special attack effect on Voldemort, and it will definitely be much easier to use than your life-saving means." Ian actually wanted to see Voldemort's reaction after being hit by this bottle of potion. It was not Voldemort's facial reaction, but Voldemort's genetic reaction, which could verify some of his guesses from the side.
Guessing of dominant genes and recessive genes.
Wizard blood is likely to be present in everyone, but after undergoing what Teacher Morgan calls the underworld selection, the soul that has made the selection can convert recessive genes into dominant genes.
Of course, this is just a way to understand it. A more rigorous way of saying it is that human beings are covered with a "membrane". When this "membrane" is lifted, the magic power will be released. .
Ian's anti-magic potion is to re-cover this "membrane" on the wizard. It cannot last for too long, but for the blood relatives of the Muggle skeletons who extracted this "membrane", this A layer of "film" will better match the wizards who are covered, and will also cause a more serious magic shielding and covering effect.
Ian has gradually come to understand this amazing field, but his conclusion cannot yet explain the birth of the Squib, so there must be many things in it that he is not aware of.
“You seem pretty sure that the Dark Lord will enter our school?”
Aurora didn’t pay attention to what Ian stuffed into her pocket, and kept it in there to keep warm and never took it out again. Little hands, she was just curious that Ian had determined a possibility that she had not predicted.
"I don't know Voldemort, but I know our principal..." Ian thought of what Grindelwald took him to find, and of course he also guessed the reason why Dumbledore had been missing so often recently.
Voldemort's two Horcruxes are now with him. Fortunately, he could take two Voldemorts on a voyage tonight, but he wasn't worried that Voldemort would find out about it when he returned to school.
"I think you are trying to hide the fact that you are also a prophet." Aurora shook the last sealed bottle of potion, and then handed one of the bottles into Ian's hand.
"Then you have to teach me how to make my eyes white. Your grandfather did it once in front of me, and it was so cool." Ian raised his hand to indicate that he and Aurora had completed the potion configuration.
Saw Snape walking over.
Aurora just glanced at Ian beside her and said no more. The quality of her and Ian's potions were almost the same this time. After all, they were brewed at the same time and then the result of the division of labor between the two of them. However, Snape just looked at her coldly, and then picked up the potion that Ian had brewed. The medicine became a standard and began to be used as a reference for other little wizards.
"Five points to Ravenclaw."
Snape didn't even comment on Aurora's potion - obviously, the [Evans Dance Warning] that Aurora had used in Slytherin House was really lethal to him.
Aurora didn't care about Snape's attitude. After all, she knew that Snape had always disliked her, otherwise she would not have used [Evans Dance Warning] to treat Snape.
"Very good, there are less than twenty more idiots in this class than I expected." After everyone's potions were checked by Snape, they were finally able to relax their nerves The little wizards filed out, and when Ian looked back at the classroom, he discovered a scene that shocked him - Snape did not leave after class like before, but instead took out a big lock and started The material cabinet in the classroom was locked.
“Who are you guarding against!”
Ian looked back three times, feeling depressed. He bet that Snape would do this to all the ordinary materials in the classroom, and Snape would definitely not let up on the cabinets in the underground office - he was not allowed to use them in the library. The same high-grade lock is a tough one that even Ian's third-level lock-picking spell can't deal with.
"It's all Quirrell's fault!" Ian put the blame on the Muggle Studies professor. This was not unreasonable. Snape had never been so defensive before Quirrell came back.
Not only did he fail to guard against Ian, but he also failed to guard against other young wizards. The Potions professor may have a problem with his teaching methods, but he did not stop the young wizards who had the ability to steal his materials. ——As in the ancient tradition of Hogwarts, not being caught is acquiescing.
In fact, many professors still abide by this tradition silently, just like Snape is still using this tradition with Hagrid even after so many years of graduation.
Isn’t this a traditional legacy passed down from the Middle Ages?
"The weather is getting colder and colder. It must be snowing soon."
"The portable stove is really useful and cheap. I bought eight of them and I will have one on my butt when I sleep at night."
“I do it too, but I do it in my buttocks "
......
Seeing many little wizards along the way holding the Weasley twins' stove bottles, Ian was already overjoyed when he thought of his unsaleable heating underwear. The mood when I got up was even worse.
He boasted that his alchemy skills were much better than those of the twins, but he mainly believed in the slander from his villainous roommate and lost the perfect opportunity to seize the Hogwarts winter market.
"Fortunately, the sales of the Marauder's Map are good." This is probably Ian's only remaining psychological comfort. The school's market is still too small, and the number of wizard children is too limited. If thousands of new students could come to school every year, Ian felt that he could make a fortune just by selling the normal version of the map.
He can even open a canteen directly in Hogwarts Castle by relying on his good relationship with Dumbledore. Anyone who knows him knows that this is even more profitable than opening a shop in Diagon Alley.
"Dry rice, only dry rice can relieve worries." The dinner was as sumptuous as ever, and there were even many more innovative dishes. Ian even saw the ginseng chicken soup that he had proposed.
“Bah! It’s turkey!”
The craftsmanship of the house elves obviously still needs some improvement. Dumbledore made a rare return to Hogwarts to attend the dinner. He wore a purple robe and talked and laughed with the professors around him.
Of course.
Professor Quirrell's smile was probably a forced smile. He couldn't even eat the food placed in front of him. He looked so guilty that even the little wizards felt something was wrong with him.
"Are you okay? Professor Quirrell, your face looks very bad." Professor McGonagall was extremely concerned about the health of her colleagues, but the hand she suddenly put on Quirrell's shoulder fell into Quirrell's hands. A lot of water spilled out of his cup, and when he saw Dumbledore looking over, he quickly stood up and left the auditorium with the excuse of feeling unwell.
"Our Professor Quirrell must have contracted some diseases outside." Dumbledore came to Quirrell's rescue, but his voice was full of meaning.
"I will accompany Madam Pomfrey to check on him later." Snape immersed himself in eating his food. Professor McGonagall was a little surprised by his rare act of actively helping others.
"Severus, I leave this matter to you. You must help our Professor Quirrell." Dumbledore's instructions to Snape seemed to mean something.
Not far away.
Ian, who was in the student seat, "eavesdropped" on the professors' conversation. He found that after finishing speaking, Dumbledore turned his head in his direction, smiled and winked.
"What kind of eavesdropping spell can't be discovered? The author of the forbidden book area is bragging again!" Ian drank a large bowl of turkey soup to cover up his embarrassment.
Very unpleasant.
But there should still be a lot of nutrition, after all, ginseng is added. Ian chewed the turkey meat in his mouth, and he heard that a group of professors were concerned about Dumbledore's stolen things.
Dumbledore's behavior of breaking into Gringotts was not exposed before, and after the Ministry of Magic couldn't fool him about the robbery, for some reason it turned into Dumbledore's things being robbed. .
Gringotts even made a very sincere compensation to Dumbledore... It can only be said that this is a magical world, and the fact that such magical things can happen really gave Ian a lot of experience.
"What he said was just to let me see that a white wizard like him also has a sinister side. I see that he is clearly using facts to teach me what strength means power."
"Fortunately, I don't have any ambitions, otherwise I would have to be raised by him as the fourth generation Dark Lord." After Ian had eaten and drank, he went to the library and did not return to the lounge until it was time to teach the little wizards.
“Please prove the Riemann Hypothesis to me!”
After one night, the bronze eagle head not only did not let Ian go, but also intensified. It vividly explained What does it mean to be truly cautious?
Fortunately, this time period is not late at night, and there is an endless stream of little wizards coming and going. Ian found a little wizard and squeezed in smoothly when he was going out.
The Bronze Eagle Head was very reluctant, but there was nothing he could do about Ian.
"Ian, I want to learn the steak spell!"
As soon as we entered the lounge.
Ian saw Michael running directly over.
"What steak curse?"
He thought Michael had discovered a secret about the elves.
"Today there was a young Gryffindor wizard who seemed to have mispronounced a syllable when using the Levitation Spell. He summoned a bison directly in the Gryffindor common room!"
"Oh my God. ! This is the magic we should really learn! We will have endless steaks in our lives!" Michael showed a longing expression.
“!!!!!”
Of course Ian has heard of this kind of thing, but he didn’t expect that Gryffindor actually had a replica. “You wait for me to study it. , I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”
“Have you ever asked that Gryffindor student?” Ian even wanted to ask Michael in person. A sigh was the disappointing response.
"He couldn't reproduce the whole process himself. All the Gryffindor students are now thinking about it in the lounge. It is said that even Professor McGonagall can't control this matter."
Michael's words made Yi En lamented his bad luck again.
"I can definitely figure it out, but it's definitely not tonight. Tonight I plan to teach everyone a curse that is not dangerous." Ian's words made Michael immediately interested.
"Ian is going to teach us black magic! Come on! Come on, everyone!"
Michael started shouting very hard.
It is true that jinxes are in the category of black magic, but jinxes are relatively mildly harmful black magic. A small number of jinxes are things that can be learned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Of course, Michael’s shouting can easily make people misunderstand that Ian is going to teach the Unforgivable Curse. Ravenclaw students are really the kind of students who are very curious about knowledge. They have heard that there is black magic. Even the students who were a few years older came over to me. You were talking about Avatar and I was talking about the Imperius Curse.
"What I want to teach is the leg-locking spell..."
Ian started today's small class amidst the disappointed sighs of a group of young wizards, and it was also full of role-playing. I gave several little wizards extra points for pretending.
Everyone likes this, after all, the reward system works equally well everywhere. In the bustling classroom, the little wizards quickly began to practice what they had learned.
There were sounds of bumping and stumbling. Looking at the people practicing spells on their roommates or siblings, Ian felt that probably no one would dare to teach these magic lunatics the Unforgivable Curse.
“Fortunately, I know these guys very well!”
Ian sighed with emotion.
The leg-locking spell will cause the legs of the cursed person to be locked and unable to walk normally. Although it will bring some inconvenience to the cursed person, it will not cause serious harm.
A bruised nose and swollen face caused by an accidental fall is probably the biggest hidden danger.
It’s not like no one can get used to the feeling of having their legs locked. Ian saw his good roommate William squirming on the ground like a slug, mouthing crazy words and feeling nothing.
"All curses are over!"
Seeing everyone turned into slugs squirming on the ground, Ian bullied everyone for their lack of knowledge and used "Stop Curse" to break the curse on everyone Continuous leg-locking spell.
There is nothing wrong with this anyway.
When everyone realizes something is wrong in the future, Ian will be able to hone his spells to the standard, and whoever jumps out to question Ian will be able to lash out with facts.
"What kind of magic is this? It's so cool!"
"Oh my God! The little professor is much more handsome than my brother when he casts magic!"
"The way he holds the wand is also so handsome. !”
Amidst the exclamations of “It’s so awesome”, Ian happily ended today’s small class. He did not choose to go back to the dormitory, but browsed through the small books in the lounge. Books on the bookshelf.
"The Legend of Merlin"
This is a biographical novel, and there is not much real magic content in it. However, the ups and downs of the plot make Ian feel like a refreshing reading experience.
"Some people's lives are indeed more enjoyable than reading novels." Ian continued reading the story with gusto in front of the fireplace until everyone had gone back to the dormitory to rest.
The firelight reflected on the surrounding silver-white walls, dyeing everything with a soft and warm golden color, making the entire lounge look more warm and comfortable.
Ian is waiting for someone.
Or maybe waiting for a ghost.
The night fell and the silver light shone lightly. The Ravenclaw lounge looked particularly peaceful and mysterious under the caress of the moonlight. The warm fireplace protected Ian from the severe cold outside. Sitting on the sofa next to the fireplace, you can clearly feel the warmth rising from the soles of your feet and gradually spreading throughout your body.
There must be magic in the fireplace, making it comparable to a large six-horsepower air conditioner, and it is truly energy-saving.
"Morgan...and King Arthur..." Ian's whispers echoed gently in the lounge, with some incomprehensible sighs and inexplicable emotions.
Time passes minute by minute.
When midnight comes.
Helena Ravenclaw arrived as promised. She was probably very unaccustomed to this quiet feeling. The way she looked left and right as she floated through the wall into the lounge looked like she was guilty of committing a crime.
“I never thought I would come to see a little wizard, or a little wizard, in the middle of the night.” Helena Ravenclaw saw Ian sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.
Ian also looked up at her.
"Does this make you feel guilty?"
Ian said in a teasing tone.
"To be honest, a little bit."
Helena Ravenclaw's answer was also very honest, "If my mother hadn't spoken, I would never have done such a thing. Education has always been very traditional. ”
She is definitely a love brain, but she does have a strict upbringing. This is actually the reason why most love brains are born.
"We still have a lot of time. Maybe you should say goodbye to the friends you have had for so many years. As long as you don't mention me, it doesn't matter."
The fire in the fireplace shines Ian's face, he spoke softly.
"I don't think I should cause you any trouble." Helena Ravenclaw floated in front of Ian. The wood in the fireplace burned extremely vigorously, making crackling sounds from time to time.
“And if you can really...can do such incredible things as I thought, I think there will be a time when they and I will meet again.”
Helena Ravenclaw looked at the table in front of Ian. There was only one book on it, " Little Ian, what do we need to do? Perform a magic ritual to send me to that land?"
Her voice was a little uneasy and nervous, but also filled with undisguised doubts and confusion. I don't understand, after all, if magic rituals are to be performed, there are really missing a lot of things here.
The steps for most ritual magic are very complicated. In addition to the magic and skill requirements for the host of ritual magic, the more powerful the ritual magic is, the more things it requires.
As for magic like sending a ghost into another world, Helena Ravenclaw had never heard of it, but she was sure that there would be many things to prepare.
“Ritual magic cannot do such a thing.”
Ian shook his head.
His words made Helena Ravenclaw even more confused.
"Tonight, you will call me little Merlin." Ian stood up, walked forward, and extended his hand to Helena Ravenclaw amidst her somewhat astonished expression.
"What do you mean?"
Helena Ravenclaw asked curiously and hesitantly handed over her pale hand. Her hand had a somewhat transparent texture, but it was held firmly by Ian.
"It means that I will take you on a voyage tonight." Ian rummaged around with his other hand. Being prepared, he began to take out a piece of cloth and connect his hand with Helena. The Ravenclaws' hands tangled together.
“What are you doing?”
Helena Ravenclaw stared at what was happening in astonishment.
"We'll find out soon, won't we?" Ian smiled softly, took out a small bottle of potion, and took a sip under the gaze of Helena Ravenclaw.
"Is that the love potion you brewed in Laiwuwu?"
Faced with this question.
Ian had no chance to answer.
Because he put on a show of falling asleep for the confused Helena Ravenclaw.
"This..."
The wide-eyed Helena Ravenclaw was about to say something, but then she felt that the surrounding scene began to blur, and there was some kind of abnormally clear boundary in her perception. Time has passed.
The water of life and death.
Living Hell Decoction.
In Ian's hands tonight, it truly carries a ghost... spanning life and death.
(End of this chapter)