Chapter 111 Chapter 110: Like a dream! A blurry fantasy!
After experiencing a heavy rain at night, the next morning, the sky seemed to have been completely washed, showing an unprecedented clarity and brightness. The sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon, and its golden light penetrated the mist, casting a soft and warm glow on the earth.
During the rather boring flying lesson in the morning, Ian could still smell the fresh smell of earth and flowers mixed in the air, which was a unique fragrance in the air after the rain. Although Mrs. Huo Qi finally let go of the flying height a little, Ian, who had already experienced the speed and passion, was not very enthusiastic.
He just watched silently as Aurora got five points for Slytherin, while he successfully completed the flying skills that Mrs. Hooch was going to teach today.
For extra points in the academy, it is enough to have other little wizards from Ravenclaw. Compared to most people in Slytherin, the little wizards from Ravenclaw learn very quickly.
"Have you seen Rebecca finally fly? I'm really happy for her." Michael's attention was always on Slytherin's little black girl. Although his academic progress was not affected, his flying skills were obviously not as good as those of William, who was educated at home.
"My friend, you are quite suitable for Quidditch." Ian also had to give William a thumbs up. The green-haired boy even showed a kind of behavior that made Mrs. Hooch a little scared. The "Er-Five Boy Ballistic" movement method allows the whole person to achieve unpredictable up, down, left, and right turns in the air.
Mrs. Huo Qi said that flying like this was very dangerous, and William secretly told Ian that this way of flying was easy to avoid curses and thieves, and was the main reason why he and his father were able to be born smoothly.
“I still prefer flying cloaks.” Ian has actually mastered the craft of making flying cloaks. The problem that troubles him is that there are no cloaks for sale in Hogwarts.
"I have a lot of invisibility cloaks at home. If you need them, I'll ask my mother to mail some to me." William immediately stood up to help Ian solve his problems. Due to his timid nature, he didn't dare to talk to Aurora, so the person he always courted was Ian.
In his words, this is definitely more useful than going to Aurora to flatter him. It can only be said that the intelligence of Ravenclaw students is indeed much ahead of many of their peers.
“Many invisibility cloaks? I remember you said that your family is very poor.”
Ian glanced at his roommate in surprise. He had to know how each invisibility cloak was made. All require the consumption of more than one invisible beast. Invisible beasts can be seen in the Far East, but they are very rare and each one is expensive. Because it can become invisible when threatened, only wizards who are good at catching it can see it.
“We have the skills to make invisibility cloaks, but my grandfather does not allow us to make a living from these skills. My mother also agrees that a life of poverty is conducive to our safety.” William leaned next to Ian and whispered He muttered in response, feeling a little helpless, but in fact this lifestyle was indeed the most suitable for their family.
Whether it is the family background of the second-fifth son in the wizarding world or his mother's background in the Muggle world, it is obvious that they are not able to withstand the attention and research of others.
"If possible, one piece is enough. I want to study its production method." Ian was extremely curious about the famous invisibility cloak in the wizarding world. Although this will not be the Three Holy Artifacts inherited by Harry Potter's family, it can be regarded as a monopoly industry, and its production technology is also very difficult to access.
"Okay, okay, I will ask my mother to send me one, along with our family's alchemy book." William's response without hesitation was indeed a bit too polite. .
"It would be great if you could become invisible while flying in the sky." Michael gave a very good suggestion, which made Ian think deeply.
This will involve more complex alchemy compatibility techniques. Like compound magic, it is definitely not as difficult as one plus one, but if it can be realized, it will still be regarded as the sixth magical weapon.
“I have to be invisible when I want to be invisible. It’s best if the cloak can still shine when I don’t want to be invisible.” Ian still hasn’t forgotten his original intention when he wanted to make a flying cloak.
A flying lesson passes quickly.
Since there was a Quidditch match to be held in the morning, the venue was cleared by Mrs. Hooch after this lesson, and the little wizards did not choose to return to the castle for lunch.
After all, it was only early ten o'clock.
Starting from this week, the little wizards will have two classes every morning and afternoon, and once there is a Quidditch match, the school will also be very humane and free up the class schedule for the little wizards.
Everyone is looking forward to today's match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. As long as Slytherin does not participate, the outcome of other Hogwarts houses in this sport is still very suspenseful. .
Ian wanted to go to the library.
But he was enthusiastically stayed by several familiar young wizards. Not only William and Michael, but also young wizards like Qiu Zhang were extremely enthusiastic and interested in Quidditch. .
After all, it is a national movement in the wizarding world.
Qiu..Zhang's enthusiasm is higher than that of other little wizards. She also performs extremely well in flying lessons. In almost every lesson, Mrs. Huo Qi can add to Ravenclaw's performance. Last time.
"You will definitely become a Quidditch player in Ravenclaw." Mrs. Huo Qi had a high opinion of Qiu Zhang. Ian knew that Mrs. Huo Qi's judgment would indeed be fulfilled in the future. .
Qiu Zhang was happy for the whole class because of Mrs. Huo Qi's praise.
"I also think you can become a seeker. Remember to treat your guests to dragon meat when the time comes." Ian took advantage of Qiu Zhang's happiness to let Qiu Zhang do it without him noticing. Exciting assurances were made.
He fully explained what it means to be a minor "prophet".
The little wizards were completely defenseless.
Ian, who had booked a dragon meat feast in advance, was also in a good mood. He was surrounded by a group of chirping little wizards and came to the viewing area. Not far away, Aurora was also in a group of Slytherin little wizards. middle. Her expression was as helpless as Ian's, neither of them seemed very interested in Quidditch.
among the crowd.
Ian feels out of place with the excited others. Almost all the students in the school have come to the stadium, and many people sitting in the back even have binoculars in their hands. Although the total number of people in Hogwarts is limited, only a few hundred people, everyone still filled the stands.
Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students were mixed together, and only the maverick Slytherin was alone in a group with an arrogant expression.
“It’s Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw! The fight between the two teams must be interesting!”
“It’s obviously Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff.”< br>
"I only care about whether the Gryffindor twins have opened the market. I almost lost my pants. Now I hope to make back my losses and turn around successfully."
......
The students in the stands were very lively, and Ian also saw Senior Penello and some senior wizards, holding banners that said Ravenclaw must win and cheering loudly in the locker room.
It’s hard to imagine that the normally quiet senior also has such a wild side. Not to be outdone, Hufflepuff even has a cheering wolverine on their banner.
Some little wizards also made their own flags.
"Hey, why does your flag still have Dumbledore's pattern on it?"
Ian felt that the flag in William's hand looked like it was modified from underwear. Of course, this is actually much better than the little wizard who directly added an eagle pattern to his sister's underwear, held it in the air, and then was chased by his sister all over the stadium and beaten violently - at least there was no other person except Dumbledore. People will want to hit him.
"Coming! They are coming!"
"Come on! Cedric! You are our god!"
"Ravenclaw will win!"
As the players from the two colleges filed out of the locker room, shouts and cheers rang out throughout the stadium, and Ian felt a little infected by this atmosphere.
There were only a few hundred students, but they shouted with World Cup-level momentum. The players also held their heads high, receiving encouragement from their respective colleges like real stars.
The person on the Hufflepuff team that interests Ian the most is probably the player at the front of the Hufflepuff team, the boy with well-groomed short brown hair.
He has clear and soft facial contours, a straight nose bridge, and an elegant chin line. He is an excellent, stubborn and righteous student. He can definitely be regarded as a star-level figure with charm and intelligence.
Cedric Diggory.
There are even people from other colleges who cheer for him. He is not only humble but also has a strong sense of justice and chivalry. Well, chivalry and will-o'-the-wisp spirit here are not the same thing. In the original work, Cedric has all the qualities a hero should have, but he only lacks the heroic indomitable destiny.
Very regrettable.
Having not even left the Novice Village, you have to face a big boss like Voldemort. This is roughly equivalent to asking someone to run against Liu Xiang before he can even walk.
"Old Tom's bones have been boiled into soup by me. I must have accumulated countless merits." Ian's gaze seemed to make Cedric aware of it.
After he looked over, he waved at Ian enthusiastically like a fan and smiled. He probably didn’t consider whether such behavior would make Ian be regarded as a Ravenclaw. The second and fifth boys among them were spurned, and Ian felt that maybe he should go back and fish out a few of Old Tom's bones.
"Whoops!"
Mrs. Huo Qi blew her silver whistle, and more than a dozen broomsticks rose up from the ground in response, rising high into the sky. The student in charge of the explanation was amidst the fierce shouts. He also started his own work.
“The Quaffle fell into the hands of the Hufflepuff team first. The Ravenclaw team was just a little slower, which directly caused them to fall into a passive position at the beginning. situation!”
“The Ravenclaw team launched an attack and were defeated by the Hufflepuff team. The player ducked, a beautiful goal, and Hufflepuff temporarily led 10;0! "
"Let's see, oh my god, the Ravenclaw players on the Seeker's side! Made a Wronski fake! The Hufflepuff Seeker almost asked for the infirmary package!”
...
The competition is indeed thrilling.
Ian was referring to the scene where two Seekers dived quickly towards the ground, and then one of them stopped diving and suddenly changed direction. He bet that the Hufflepuff Seeker who was being shaken was absolutely far away from the grass. No more than twenty centimeters in height - this is a sport that can really kill people.
The stadium seemed to have become a battlefield.
The thin-skinned Cedric Diggory was almost killed by a classmate early on.
"Oh, God!"
Ian saw that the professors on the professor's chair had all stood up, and Professor McGonagall's wand was always in his hand, with a very serious expression and the little wizards The screams and shouts are in sharp contrast.
The game is still going on.
After looking at the teacher's bench once, Ian's eyes never returned to the court. Professor Maomao's wand held at any time and his ever-changing expressions of joy and anger made him feel quite calm. interesting.
It’s more than that.
Another scene is far more exciting than the ongoing football match - Quirrell, dressed in plain clothes, is also participating in this Quidditch match at the teachers' table, but he and other professors who are watching the match carefully are always alert to danger. Different, his eyes would glance at Gilderoy Grindelwald from time to time.
Gilderoy Grindelwald seemed unaware, eating some kind of pastry while paying attention to the court with relish. After feeling Ian's gaze, he raised the half-eaten thing in his hand to Ian. .
Ian looked away. As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind. Quirrell's thoughts were all on Gilderoy Grindelwald, and he obviously didn't notice that there was a big black bat behind him.
Snape, who was covered in pitch black, was very easy to spot in the crowd. He frowned and stared at Quirrell in front of him. With his extremely gloomy face, it was no wonder that the trio of saviors recognized him as a villain.
“My dear uncle, I’m afraid he still doesn’t know what kind of mission Tom without a nose has given Quirrell.” Ian took out a piece of paper and began to record this interesting scene.
He will also practice his painting skills when he has free time. Now he is almost reaching level five. This skill will also increase his proficiency from time to time when making alchemy. After all, when drawing some magic text circuits, it can also be regarded as another form of painting.
This is probably why Ian's painting skills are already pretty good, but his painting style is still not realistic. His attainments in abstract painting are getting further and further.
No.
Amidst the noise, Ian drew a picture of you staring at him and another of him staring at you. Since he did not intend to spread it and just kept it privately, Ian still painted it on his own painting. Filled with Voldemort's head. He captured everyone's facial expressions and characteristics, but he didn't try to restore the true character image.
Somewhat like a masterpiece.
But it’s still Picasso, it’s still the real Picasso in his adulthood. This is also Ian's intention. If he wants to draw characters normally, he can easily do it with a little familiarity, but he prefers abstraction. He really wants to know if his painting skills reach level 10 and he uses magic to draw truly spiritual figures. The work of pollution.
"This is the complete Quirrell." Ian looked with satisfaction at Quirrell who had a human face drawn on the back of his head. On the other side, the fighting on the court gradually came to an end.
“After the initial confusion, the Ravenclaw team began to exert force. They used almost perfect coordination and tactical adjustments to widen the score gap of the game to 120;40!”
“Hufflepuff only scored a few goals at the beginning. They were completely trapped in Ravenclaw. In the calculation of the Labor team, the almost overwhelming advantage makes the Hufflepuff team unable to fight back!"
"If nothing unexpected happens...wait, my God, the unexpected thing is coming! The Snitch! It's Cedric Diggory who saves Hufflepuff again in a heroic manner."
"He caught the Golden Snitch! It's so beautiful! Fight back! He is Hufflepuff's savior!"
The game ended very suddenly.
There were loud cheers on the court, and countless Hufflepuff students rushed directly into the court to celebrate this reversal of victory with the players. The Ravenclaw players all beat their feet and chests, and the little wizards also turned from the initial excitement to sighs.
Ian pretended to sigh, but he did not stop painting in his hand. He always felt that his painting lacked some artistic flavor, so he erased the face on the back of Quirrell's head in the painting.
“The most important thing for a painting is that it is artistic enough.” After thinking for a while, Ian changed the face to Quirrell’s butt, and the artistic atmosphere immediately emerged.
far away.
Just when Ian was biting the paintbrush in his mouth and marveling at his masterpiece, enjoying what extraordinary characteristics he would awaken after his [Painting] skill reached level five.
Quirrell's attention was still on Gilderoy Grindelwald, but he felt his butt was a little itchy, and he couldn't help but scratch it a little with his hands through his pants.
“The master said he was coming to Hogwarts this morning, and then I lost contact with him... Hey, this writer seems to like eating desserts, should I use the poison I prepared or not? "Qiluo, who was a young man for the first time, was actually extremely conflicted at this time, and even an individual could probably see that he was distracted.
"Are you okay? Professor Quirrell."
Snape's hand suddenly put on Quirrell's shoulder from behind, which shocked Quirrell and made him tremble. He quickly turned his head to look at the black bat behind him.
"Maybe...maybe it's because I didn't...sleep well last night."
The guilty Muggle studies professor couldn't help but stutter. This was not a disguise, but When he thought about Voldemort, he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.
"If you can't sleep at night, I suggest you patrol the corridors more... There are rats in the school." Snape looked at Quirrell's sweaty face and spoke in a low voice.
He paused for a long time before continuing in a slow voice, "I lost a lot of things last night, and I don't know which mouse took them without telling me."
Snape's look made Quirrell nervous.
"I...I don't know...maybe...maybe I can help you pay attention." In the cold winter temperature, Quirrell's forehead was constantly sweating, and he hurriedly used his own medicine to get a To cover up a rare disease, Snape didn't say anything, just looked at him deeply and followed the students out of the stadium.
"It's really strange."
Quillo looked at Snape's back with lingering fear, with a bit of worry in his eyes. He was afraid of the taste that Snape would take away from him. From the materials, you can determine what kind of magic you have performed. He didn't understand, how could this damn Head of Slytherin even notice that a piece of material was missing from his office?
……
In the auditorium.
Lunch begins.
The players are introspecting and looking back at what areas they did not perform well enough. But what puzzles Ian is that none of the players who are introspecting and the little wizards who are discussing are not. When it comes to the irrationality of the Golden Snitch, I can only say that the inertia of thinking is terrifying.
"Quidditch is so great! I must become a Seeker in the future! If it had been me just now, we would have won long ago, or our Seeker was too slow!"
"It may also have something to do with the broom. Our Seeker broom was just bought not long ago, so it may not have enough running-in with the broom." Both William and Michael seemed a little unsatisfied.
Ian took the opportunity for the two people to chat and silently dazzled all the steaks in front of him. He burped, raised his hand, and a glass of lemonade with five lemons appeared.
This is the handiwork of the house elf hiding in the dark. Since he drank an unexpected drink last night, he has already discussed with the house elves a gesture of providing free and unlimited drinks.
"I love house elves."
Eat and drink enough. After lunch, Ian returned to the Room of Requirement to adjust the complex potion he was brewing, and poured all the waste left over from some processing materials and his own household garbage into the Dementor's mouth.
The mouth of the dementor that seems to be connected to the unknown space is really useful. At least in terms of processing waste, it is like having an infinitely large processing plant.
"Eat, eat quickly, eat them all for me." Ian held down the Dementor who was trying to escape, then opened the Dementor's mouth and dumped all the garbage into it - -Although the dementors are struggling, Ian firmly believes that the book is right. Dementors have no sense of taste, and his one is actually just naturally timid.
“Don’t spit it out.”
Ian watched the dementor stuff both hands into its O-shaped mouth, and gave a gentle reminder. , the dementor immediately took out his two hands very sensibly. This is what Ian likes most about this dementor. It is more obedient than a puppy and will never do things it has taught it once.
"I...I want to...go back...back..." The Dementor's use of human language was very poor, and it couldn't even utter a complete sentence after speaking for a long time.
"Be obedient and don't go back to the cage. You can help me watch the fire here."
Ian once again added some medicinal materials needed in the crucible. After explaining the precautions for the Dementors, he continued to participate. Enlightenment of the alchemical craftsmanship of the Room of Requirement.
"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"
Several huge crucibles were bubbling.
The dementors silently lit the fire.
It has no eyes.
But I always feel a little wet in my eyes.
“It’s such a wonderful alchemy technique, time seems to fly by so fast.” He continued studying until the afternoon Charms class was about to begin, and then Ian hurried from the Room of Requirement to the Charms classroom.
The basic courses of the first grade have long been considered familiar to him. Not only he knows this, but Filius Flivi, the headmaster of Ravenclaw, is also obviously very aware of this.
A whole class.
Filius Flitwick would always seize the opportunity to ask Ian questions and ask Ian to perform some magic demonstrations. While being lazy, he also seized the opportunity to add points to Ravenclaw Academy.
Who said deans are not thoughtful?
This is obviously a small thought unique to Filius Flivi.
Compared to Professor McGonagall who seemed a little cautious due to historical legacy and Snape who liked to criticize, Filius Flitwick did not hide his feelings towards Ian, a Ravenclaw student at all. preference. After all, Ian is really a peace of mind compared to the students who turn the classroom into smoke with a flick of the wand.
He even supports Ian's small after-school classes, because the little wizards in Ravenclaw are making really fast progress because of this, which also reduces his teaching workload in the classroom.
"You will definitely become a master of magic, Mr. Prince. Because of your hard work and brilliance, five points will be added to Ravenclaw!" Before get out of class ended, Filius Flitwick once again praised Ian with practical actions. Performance in class. Perhaps the fact that Ravenclaw's house score is so far ahead now has something to do with the headmaster of Ravenclaw.
The deans of most colleges will favor some of their own colleges. Of course, the premise is that their colleges have talents worthy of favoring. This is a small move that the deans of the four colleges will make.
“I hope you can continue to practice the Flying Spell after you go back. This magic requires time to accumulate, otherwise it is easy to have a situation where it works sometimes and sometimes not.”
Accompanying get out of class is over.
The little wizards filed out.
Ian deliberately stayed at the end of the team. He still had some questions that he wanted to ask his dean about, regarding the God-calling Guard that he had been struggling to practice successfully.
Maybe Grindelwald failed to find the reason, but this does not mean that other professors have no clue about it. Apart from the elusive Dumbledore, the best person to ask for advice is the duel master in front of him. There is a saying, in terms of basic analysis of magic, maybe Dumbledore and Grindelwald are not as good as Professor Flitwick.
Professor Flitwick is a model of hard work.
Unlike Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and perhaps Ian, who said, "I saw it, I learned it, I can do it", the proportion of talent in Professor Flitwick is not that strong. .
"Is there anything else? Mr. Prince." Professor Flitwick packed up his things and climbed down from the podium to see Ian standing at the door.
He praised Ian from the bottom of his heart again, "You are really very skilled in the flying spell, but you should not try anything like "Dumbledore flying here" in the future."
Professor Flitwick mentioned that when the little wizards were practicing, Ian had already completed the tasks assigned by him, so Ian was overheard in the corner trying a strange idea.
“Can’t the Flying Curse affect life?”
Ian was actually a little bored at the time.
“In most cases we will only use the flying spell on inanimate objects. In fact, this habit does not mean that we cannot cast this spell on living creatures, but what is needed to cast the spell on living creatures. The magic burden is extremely huge." Professor Flitwick explained to Ian very patiently what was not in the textbook.
"You already know that the farther the distance, the greater the burden. If you want to use it to summon our principal, you need to bear the burden of the Flying Curse and at the same time have magic power that far exceeds that of Principal Dumbledore."
"This... is difficult to achieve."
Professor Flitwick's words are indeed a bit too euphemistic.
However, Ian was still very worried that it was indeed impossible to achieve. After all, in his opinion, the magic power of Dumbledore and Grindelwald must have reached the human limit of level 9.
"Thank you for clarifying my doubts, Professor Flitwick..." Ian did not dwell on the advanced knowledge of the Flying Curse. He was actually more concerned about where his patron saint had gone. "Actually, I What I want to ask you for is not about this, but about the magic that I have been learning for a long time but can’t get to the threshold.”
God knows if he couldn't summon the Patronus all the time, he would be regarded as some kind of natural dark wizard.
"Huh? What spell?"
Professor Flitwick seemed to be interested.
"Patronus Charm."
Professor Flitwick was stunned by Ian's words.
"What spell did you say you were learning?"
He had a confused expression on his face, and even suspected that he had heard wrongly. A first-year wizard came to ask him about the Patronus Charm. This was what he had dreamed about. Things you never expect at all times.
"Patronus Curse."
Ian repeated it honestly.
Professor Flitwick was silent.
After a while.
"Did the rumors about dementors in the college make you start to worry about your safety?" Professor Flitwick felt that he had probably guessed why Ian wanted to learn such advanced magic.
"Professor, I'm actually not worried about dementors, I'm just a little bit troubled by the inability to give birth to a physical patron saint." Ian sighed, the expression on his face was full of depression.
“????”
Professor Flitwick thought that Ian only had a rough understanding of it, but never thought...Tell me, what does it mean to suffer from not being able to be born? Protector of the physical body!
You're just a freshman!
How should I put it, Professor Flitwick obviously did not have the same state of mind as Snape. He looked at Ian with eyes full of surprise and uncertainty, and quickly put down the things in his hands and said.
“Can you cast the Patronus Charm?”
He really felt like his head was buzzing beyond belief.
“Call the gods to protect you!”
Ian directly took out his wand and cast the spell neatly and neatly. His standard syllable gestures were exemplary. Before the silver light even lit up, Professor Flitwick had already taken a breath.
See.
In the bright classroom, a dazzling silver-white light burst out from the tip of the little wizard's wand, and countless silver rays of light quickly filled the entire classroom.
Suddenly, circles of delicate ripples appeared in the air, just like the glimmer of light on the lake when the morning sun shines, and the ancient room was enveloped in a bright silver glow.
This brilliance is like the mist under the early morning sun, hazy and mysterious. It gently brushes through every inch of space, dyeing every corner of the classroom with a silvery luster. Tables, chairs, bookshelves, blackboards, and even the tiny dust floating in the air seemed to be wrapped in a soft silver light at this moment.
"Professor, you see, my magic release was very successful, but it failed to condense the physical guardian angel. An... elder told me that I lacked a soul mate."
Ian thought that brainstorming might be the solution. Find answers to your questions.
"Due to my limited knowledge, I cannot evaluate the theory of your elder. However, in my eyes, your Patronus Charm does seem to lack something key."
"There is nothing wrong with your spell casting, and it can even be said to be extremely amazing. You It’s just that I didn’t get the desired magic effect... I felt some abnormal nodes in your magic.”
Professor Flitwick stared at what was happening in front of him in shock. His expression and tone became more and more pleasant.
His heart was shaking and excited.
Oh my God.
Such majestic magic!
Is there going to be a Dumbledore from Ravenclaw House too!
"Abnormal node?"
Just as Ian was about to stop casting the Patronus Charm, Professor Flitwick raised his hand to stop him. He took out his wand to reinforce and seal the entire classroom before he responded.
“The physical patron saint in your mouth is related to this part. Every node in the operation of magic should be linked to the corresponding mystery. This is why a single syllable error can cause the magic to tilt in an unknown direction. …There’s nothing wrong with your spellcasting, it’s just you There were some errors when the magic was responding to you."
"Some people with special bloodlines, or people with bloodline defects, will have similar situations when they cast magic. Any of their magic may not work. They all have the same effect."
"Explosions, ice, and all kinds of strange things. We wizards still haven't found the reason why this happened." Professor Flitwick looked up at the increasingly dense silver mist, which was a little curious and a little difficult to understand. , "Of course, the appearance of your Patronus Charm The error is the most amazing exception I have ever seen.”
“In the error response of your magic, I saw some node information that is only available for summoning spells, but it does not belong to the patron saint spell and me. Any summoning spell known to you.”
"Can you still stand it, kid?" Professor Flitwick paid close attention to Ian's face while observing the changes around him. This little wizard's magic quickly filled the entire classroom.
The silver glow cannot spread out.
It filled the classroom more and more intensely. The warm and soft substance made the classroom invisible. Professor Flitwick was already close to Ian.
“What a terrifying magic power.”
Looking at the little wizard whose face was still rosy, he couldn’t help but sigh from the bottom of his heart again, “If we can figure out this mysterious story, What does the node information represent? Maybe you can create a new magic, a magic that others can cast but maybe only you can cast. ”
The voice of the little Professor Flitwick was very excited.
"Actually, I really just want my patron saint." Ian's magic weakness was not serious, he just felt helpless, and the wand that was constantly spewing silver light shook slightly at this moment. It was as if the magic had undergone some kind of change when the output reached its limit, and countless silver threads began to weave together.
There is absolutely no control or involvement from Ian. These thin threads began to intertwine and weave together in an incredible way, like the most delicate weaver weaving the dream of the universe.
Gradually.
A scene that made Ian's eyes widen slowly took shape in the intertwining of them - it was a scene of an ancient forest, with towering trees, dappled sunlight shining through the branches and leaves, and a gurgling stream. , the fragrance of flowers overflows.
Although everything is the unique silver color of the Patronus Charm, the details are clearly visible, as if it does exist somewhere unknown.
"It just projected a forest? It shouldn't be..."
Professor Flitwick observed the changes in the silver glow. He frowned and pulled himself tightly. The beard, the hair covering an area larger than the skin, has a very confused expression on his face.
"You..."
Professor Flitwick was about to turn around and ask.
However.
He found that Ian standing next to him looked a little pale.
“Can’t hold it anymore? Then stop it immediately!”
Professor Flitwick immediately blocked Ian’s spellcasting, which was exactly what Ian planned to do. The silver threads that created the vivid scene began to disintegrate and disappear.
The silver glow dispersed.
All that is left is the residual warmth in the air.
"It shouldn't be like this. You should summon something, not just a projection..." At this time, Professor Flitwick seemed to have been touched by a blind spot of knowledge like Grindelwald.
“How could it be like this!”
With a surprised expression, Ian lay on the ground and began to breathe heavily - when those scenes were about to take shape, the burden of his magic power was instantly The time was raised to the limit.
In the scene woven with thin silver threads, every detail is vividly depicted, from the gently swaying leaves to the dancing light spots on the stream. These are things that Ian is very familiar with, especially next to the lake, you can vaguely see a young man teaching a girl how to practice swordsmanship.
This scene only belongs to the area that Ian would step into every once in a while - the tranceland. Of course, its appearance was not the reason why Ian was suddenly overloaded.
"Summoning Spell... Summoning Spell..." Ian was lying on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, not only because of weak magic power, but also because he knew that Professor Flitwick was not wrong.
“Are you okay?”
Professor Flitwick noticed that Ian hadn’t recovered for a long time. He hurriedly stepped forward to check on Ian’s condition, “It’s all my fault for thinking too much. I have to satisfy my curiosity!"
He hammered his head with some annoyance and guilt.
"It's the result of my own attempt. I don't blame you..." Ian was helped to his feet, took the potion handed over by Professor Flitwick, took two sips and gradually regained a lot of his strength. The weakness of magic power will still last for a period of time, and during this period of time, it is easy to lose control when releasing magic.
"I will help you solve this problem, don't worry, it just takes some time." Professor Flitwick felt that he should give this good student some due compensation. He had just taken off a handmade leather wand bag from his waist, but he never thought that Ian shook his head and did not pick it up.
"Professor, I may be what you said, with a blood defect!" Ian suddenly sighed, his attitude was completely different from when he was eager to learn the Patronus Charm.
“Huh?”
Professor Flitwick was confused.
"Sorry to disturb your rest time."
Ian bowed deeply.
He really didn’t want Professor Flitwick to continue investigating.
After all, as a spell caster, he knew very well that when he was like a dream just now, it was not the projection of the blurred illusion that made him reach the limit of his magic power.
But the surrounding classrooms seemed to be replaced by that scene...
(End of this chapter)