Chapter 115 Chapter 114: He will kill us! Unexpected news!
The weather in the rainy season is always unpredictable.
Although Ian stayed in the trance for half a day, and the time in the human world has not moved forward too much, when he returned to the Ravenclaw lounge, it was already raining heavily outside. .
Thunderstorms, lightning and thunder weave a web of light and shadow in the sky. Every time lightning cuts through the night sky, it is like an angry giant beast opening its ferocious mouth and roaring angrily. Amidst the strong wind, huge raindrops hit the ancient window glass of Hogwarts like angry stones, making a crackling sound.
The rain is like a curtain.
It seems that streams of water are gathering on the glass, sliding slowly along the ancient glass, leaving behind meandering traces, outlining a series of flowing pictures. They blur the world outside the window, making the outside scenery hazy and distant - the fire burning in the fireplace seems to have participated in this late night symphony.
“I hope it will continue to rain tomorrow, so I don’t have to go out to take flying lessons.” After returning, Ian was no longer sleepy. He was like a student praying for a power outage before studying in the evening. In front of the window where the chill penetrated, I gazed out at the scene of thunder and lightning flashing between the strong wind and heavy rain.
“Bang Dang~Bang Dang~”
This is not the sound coming from outside the window, but the sound of several dark black stones in Ian’s hand being played with, Rowena La After Wenkrauser gave him a stone near the volcano, he stuffed the pockets of his robe to bulge because he was worried about the loss when imitating the resurrection stone.
Anyway, they are all things that can be seen everywhere near the volcano. Even if a few trucks are brought back, they will not affect the ecology there. Ian did not directly fill his wallet filled with expansion spells, which is enough. I have some confidence in my alchemy skills. After all, he is still a few days away from raising this subject to level five.
To be honest, alchemy is a super complex subject that covers many fields, and its improvement rate is really much slower than most magic. Ian's current improvement rate can be considered very rapid. This is actually thanks to Hufflepuff's Golden House opening itself up for Ian to learn.
“Anchor a specific target, and you can use the incomplete Patronus Charm in a tricky way... What the Ravenclaw ancestors should say is that before my magic attempts to condense the blurry illusion projection, first Condensing a soul in a blurry dreamland, such a Then I don’t have to cast the complete patron saint spell to bear the burden of the entire illusion."
Ian stood in front of the window thoughtfully, took out a stone from the illusion, took it out and returned to it. Try to change the shape of the wand on your body.
Poke ball?
It’s not like going to a trance to catch dream treasures.
Avalokitesvara's golden hoop?
He also didn’t want to capture a monkey to be his patron saint.
"I remember that Pandro still owes Teacher Morgan the soul of a giant dragon..." Ian turned the stone into the shape of a golden hoop. It didn't look like it could be caught on the giant's horns.
“Although dragons are cool, for the Patronus Charm, the larger the Patronus, the more limited its practicality. I remember that Grindelwald despised the Dragon Patronus.”
"The rejection of our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is obviously not unreasonable." Ian stared at the black stone floating in the air. He used his wand to pull the stone in front of him and it was changing again.
The stone returned to its original shape.
This is obviously because Ian hasn't figured out how to use them yet.
“I wonder if choosing someone to be the patron saint is an achievable plan? If it is feasible, the best choice is of course to pray to Teacher Morgan to come out and pressure me.”
"More than that, since my patron saint is an area of the tangled illusion itself, then my product Obviously, the souls that can be anchored by the mutated Patronus Charm are not limited to just one person."
"Flowers, warblers, and swallows, I can see the moment when I was crushed. I have encountered many creatures in trances and illusions, and this is obviously what makes my patronus spell so special.”
"If I anchor multiple souls at the same time, I can surely allow multiple souls to enter the human world in the form of guardian spirits? Ha, isn't this a way of exploiting loopholes that is comparable to the original effect of the Resurrection Stone?"
< br>"The God of Death that the ancestors of Ravenclaw talked about must be pissed off by me." Ian took out the original resurrection stone ring again, but Tom's incomplete soul was no longer attached to it.
I don’t know if Ravenclaw did it conveniently, or if it was the influence of walking in a tangled fantasy world where magic is not allowed to exist. The evil curse above that was once imposed by Tom was now It’s also gone. Of course, even so, Ian still didn't dare to wear this ring on his hand.
According to Ravenclaw's repeated reminders, as long as you use Death's Hallows, you will be forced to sign a contract with Death, and Death, as the incarnation of certain rules, does not sound like a good god according to its name. .
"I don't know if I am a petty person. If he knows that I have exploited the loopholes in the rules of the two worlds, he may take revenge on me crazily." Ian's few cautions were very obvious at this moment.
This was probably thanks to some movies he had watched in his previous life.
Ordinary objects and scenes in daily life can instantly become deadly weapons, the stairs of Hogwarts may suddenly malfunction and fall, and simple magic may cause inexplicable in-situ nuclear explosions.
These are the things that may have been caused by the God of Death that appeared in Ian's mind at this moment.
Sail with caution, he doesn’t want to encounter various accidents when he goes out, and a lot of fatal events happen one after another like dominoes.
“Listening to the Ravenclaw ancestors, there is also a war between the gods in the world of the dead. As long as I don’t commit suicide, the God of Death will definitely have no time to take care of me.”
"Now I have found a solution to the Patronus Charm. The difficulty actually lies in finding the alchemical formula on the Resurrection Stone that can anchor a special soul." Ian played with the Resurrection Stone ring in his hand again and again, and began He reshaped the fantasy black stone he brought back based on the resurrection stone above.
See.
As he waved his wand, invisible power seemed like a pair of big hands. The seemingly hard stones in front of him actually showed unprecedented fragility under the touch of magic.
Pieces of stone the size of a pinky finger were "pushed" off, and then modified in shape under the influence of the power of magic, becoming individuals that were almost identical in appearance to the Resurrection Stone.
Faint lines gradually appeared on the surface of the stone. These lines seemed to be given life, slowly traveling and intertwining, and finally settled into an ancient and mysterious pattern - the symbol of the Resurrection Stone.
"Clang~"
With some pain, Ian used his other hand to throw several gold galleons coins like marbles. When they flew in the air, they followed Ian. His will turned into the form of flowing water, and was finally wrapped in the transformed stones, shaping them into "Resurrection Stone" rings one after another.
Of course.
They are just the kind of rings that have no magical power added to them. Ian’s idea is that if he fails to intercept the alchemical formula he needs, he will try All the handwriting on the Resurrection Stone was reproduced one to one, creating a batch of outright knockoff "Resurrection Stone Rings".
Maybe this can also allow him to obtain the "anchor" he wants?
"Anyway, such counterfeit goods are definitely no longer the property of the God of Death. I just don't know if the creation I recreated still has the power and properties that the Resurrection Stone should have."
Ian also knows of course. This is a fantastic plan.
Just like Nuwa created humans, Nuwa could whip the clay into human beings with a whip, but if someone else whipped the clay with a whip, at most they would just pull out a bunch of strange clay sculptures.
In the same way, perhaps only the God of Death can bestow power on the alchemical inscriptions on the Resurrection Stone. If this is the case, even if Ian analyzes the secrets, it may be difficult for him to use it himself.
"Ms. Ravenclaw also gave me a big problem... No matter what, I have to try various methods, not only for the Patronus Charm but also for my alchemy." Ian watched as the formed rings fell into his hands. The seven rings, which were the same as the Resurrection Stone rings, also had a mysterious color.
He felt that in addition to asking Teacher Morgan for permission, Ariana could also be anchored by him. After all, Ariana died young. If the poor girl is willing to return to the world, it will be regarded as Ian doing a good deed. He can make up for Ariana's regret of dying early and let her see this prosperous world again.
"If Ariana is the Patron Saint, she is actually quite strong. To some extent, she may be stronger than Teacher Morgan. Summoning Ariana is almost equivalent to summoning Dumbledore who knows magic." Ian He felt that with Ariana's help, he would be able to get Dumbledore to use Vulcan to clear the way for him to boil water for his feet.
What a wonderful enjoyment this must be.
"I actually want to bully an old man. Aurora is right, I am a little too bad!" It seemed like it was the first day that Ian discovered such an obvious thing.
He put the seven fake Resurrection Stone rings together with the genuine rings into his purse, and took out Slytherin's locket to study the alchemical structure and handwriting in it. After all, it was a creation used by Salazar Slytherin to coordinate with the Resurrection Stone, and it must contain some knowledge about "anchoring".
"This is the structure and alchemy that people can understand!" Ian carefully opened the surface of the locket, and sure enough, he discovered the alchemical handwriting hidden among the textures underneath.
The method used was ancient alchemy, but Ian majored in ancient alchemy, and he also wanted to try to see if he could research what he needed on his own.
If you can.
Why should we learn from the resurrection stone of the ghost painting talisman?
“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock~”
Time passed by minute by minute.
In the warm lounge, Ian also took out the fragments of Morgan Witch's dress and studied it based on the knowledge above. He studied it night and day on the table in front of the fireplace.
Out the window.
The cold temperature has dropped to below zero.
The heavy rain continues.
Lightning was like a sharp silver sword, streaking through the dark clouds again and again, illuminating the world like daylight from time to time. In that brief light, the outline of the Forbidden Forest was looming in the rain and fog, like a sleeping giant creeping slightly, and as if there were countless pairs of hidden eyes peering into the tranquility of Hogwarts.
At this moment when most people are in dreamland.
Every time lightning cuts through the night sky, it illuminates Hogwarts. In fact, it also illuminates some unknown corners deep in the Forbidden Forest. Those secrets obscured by ancient trees are invisible under the lightning. Escape everywhere.
"Disappeared, just like last time, I lost contact with the two Horcruxes again."
The sound of rain was mixed with a low roar.
The dark soul is attached to the living creature and is roaring angrily in the heavy rain. It looks at the castle in the distance with hatred, and the deep voice full of hatred echoes in the forbidden forest washed by the heavy rain.
"Dumbledore! Are you forcing me!"
Holy blood.
Into its mouth.
"Then as you wish! Let the war begin!"
The lingering soul seems to have made some determination.
……
The sun rises in the east.
Just as Ian wished, the heavy rain continued all night and into the next morning. Countless little wizards who were looking forward to flying could only be forced to accept the theoretical instruction of indoor flight lessons.
After everyone started to get up, Ian saw many dejected little wizards one after another. Their interest in controlling broomsticks was almost equal to the desire of Muggle students for physical education classes. Of course, perhaps among older Muggle students, the interests of young wizards should be compared to computer classes.
The rain was not only beating on the eaves and windows, it was also beating on the hearts of the little wizards who were eager to spin in circles in the sky. Probably only Ian was a special case who was happy about this.
"Oh, my God! This damn weather! It really doesn't give us face!" Of course, on the surface, Ian still has a very high emotional intelligence and integrated into the group of complaining little wizards.
To this day, no one has discovered that he taught Bronze Eagle Head those complicated problems. It is all thanks to Ian's extremely good acting skills that he is hidden among the masses.
The little wizards even entrusted the task of hunting down the "evil instigator" to their little professors. You can imagine how successfully Ian blended into the masses.
This may eventually become an unsolved case and a "stain" on Ian's personal ability that cannot be ignored in his student career. He has planned to use it to regret and criticize when writing his personal biography in the future. It turns out there is a pervert hiding in the school who cannot be found even with his abilities.
"Why doesn't Mrs. Hooch teach us how to fly in heavy rain? I think this must be practical knowledge." A young wizard from Ravenclaw was warming himself in front of the fireplace early in the morning.
Although everyone sealed the doors and windows at night and stuffed the twin evil [portable stoves] under the quilt, that gadget could only provide a little heat.
It cannot solve the problem of cold hands and feet of little wizards after getting up.
"I think we are afraid that we will be struck by lightning, which is a fatal thing." William was different from others. When he walked out of the dormitory, his face even had a rosy glow.
It is estimated that even if it is a blizzard, this guy will definitely not feel the cold at night. After all, William is the only person in the school who can use those heated pants that Ian did not sell as an electric blanket.
The reason his face was rosy was because he put one on his head while sleeping. It was comfortable and warm. In his words, it also prevented drooling from leaking out at night.
“Can’t we just fly faster than lightning?” The chocolate frog boy was chewing a piece of chocolate frog. He had already contributed dozens of boxes of chocolate frog sets to Ian.
God knows how many more boxes this guy can pull out of his dormitory.
"You are such an idiot." Michael swallowed greedily and said with a critical tone, "How can we wizards fly faster than lightning? You were not asked by the knocker. Ever had a question about lightning speed? The fastest flying broom in the world can't reach that speed!"
"If you want to fly in the wild during a rainstorm, you have to stick a lightning rod invented by Muggles on your head." Michael. He vowed to give his own flying advice.
Ian, who was still thinking about the Resurrection Stone, couldn't help but look back at the real Death God of Hogwarts. There were actually several children from pure-blood families who nodded thoughtfully!
"I guess lightning rods don't work like that..." Fortunately, a young wizard from a Muggle family stood up and refuted, which made Ian look away from Michael.
He was packing up the books he had rummaged through from the bookshelf in the lounge last night. There were not many useful things, and he didn't even understand the alchemy writing on the Slytherin locket.
Unlike Hufflepuff, who was willing to share, and Ravenclaw, who was good at teaching, Ian only saw profound and profound dazzling skills in Slytherin's creations.
"Huh? Isn't a lightning rod used to protect lightning?" Michael obviously didn't have a deep understanding of the Muggle world. This is actually a common problem for most people from wizarding families.
It can be regarded as the impact of the wizarding world's isolation from the country. If the bronze door knocker hadn't started asking some physics and mathematics questions, they might not even know that the speed of lightning is hundreds of thousands of meters per second.
"Of course, my dad is an architect. He only knows how to install lightning rods on the roofs of high-rise buildings." The Muggle-born child showed his authoritative background.
Later.
He went on to give his own suggestion, "So, according to my father's method of use, we should install the lightning rod on our flying broomstick."
"Look, The position behind the butt is perfect for installing lightning rods." This first-year little wizard even drew pictures for other little wizards in public.
His painting skills are very good, and he is worthy of being the descendant of an engineer, but this is a popular science thing... Before Ian could step forward, Qiu Zhang approached curiously and spoke with some confusion.
"Why can't you avoid riding a broomstick on a rainy day? We wizards can learn to apparate, so there is no need to ride a flying broomstick in that kind of weather, right?"
Hers The doubts are valid.
However, the little wizards shook their heads in unison.
“You don’t understand, this is faith.”
This group of guys continued to talk enthusiastically about how to modify flying broomsticks. Their enthusiasm was completely incomprehensible to Qiu Zhang, and it was also difficult for other little witches to understand.
"I invented a thunder ball that can be thrown when lightning strikes." Even senior male wizards joined the discussion.
This man is the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain who is in sixth grade. When he took out a bunch of black balls, he immediately aroused the exclamation and admiration of other little wizards.
The grown-up boy was very happy. He said that it was all thanks to the help of the alchemy professor, but the cracked corners of his mouth could not hide his inner pride at all.
“These childish guys!”
Ian, Qiu Zhang and several other little wizards went to the auditorium to have breakfast together,
“You said that if you invent a lightning rod that can charge a broom with energy and make the broom directly and explosively accelerate, can it be sold? ?" Ian's sudden imagination made Qiu Zhang speechless.
“I think you should ask those people just now?” The little Ravenclaw witch noticed that the boy beside her seemed to have been trying to raise his hand to grab the long braid of the little girl in front of her. .
She really couldn't hold it in.
Perhaps the group of people discussing flying broomsticks are more mature?
"Daphne!"
Ian caught an old acquaintance in front of the auditorium, and immediately abandoned his good friend Qiu Zhang and ran over. Daphne Greengrass, who had her back turned to them, was already trembling all over just hearing Ian's voice.
Want to run.
But he was stopped by Ian. "I have praised you three times today to my classmates! Don't come and cause trouble for me again!" Daphne Greengrass said the softest words in the toughest voice.
"When has it not been one of your people who has made trouble for me? Have you ever seen a little wizard who is more on thin ice than me?" Ian felt that the little Slytherin witch in front of him must be prejudiced against him.
"..."
Daphne Greengrass was speechless for a while, "My family has educated me, and I have apologized to you. Doesn't this still make you feel satisfied? "
She grabbed her friend who was trying to escape, as if she was afraid that Ian would use the "evaporation spell" on her. That time, Ian's spell had completely frightened her and many who witnessed it. .
"I just want to get the compensation I deserve. Dumbledore said that your family has agreed, but it has been several days and I still haven't seen any comfort to compensate for my mental trauma!" Yi En had always been thinking about the compensation from the pure-blood families, but he just didn't have the luxury of urging Dumbledore every once in a while.
"I...I don't know..."
Daphne Greengrass wanted to say that she was the one who was hurt, but she didn't have the courage. She was still worried about Ian going to complain to the people on the boat. thing.
This guy is not only powerful but also backed by Snape and Dumbledore. If she had known this was the case, she would rather offend Aurora, who has autism, than offend this guy.
Three words mudblood.
It seems to have become the psychological shadow of Daphne Greengrass's life.
"That's all I have."
Looking at the little wizard who was even shorter than herself and had only recently begun to grow crazily, Daphne Greengrass tremblingly took out her delicate purse.
She made Ian feel like a robbing bandit.
"I'm not the kind of boy who likes to bully girls... Your family only gives you this little pocket money?" Ian didn't open the wallet, but he could tell after weighing it.
Gold Galleons, Silver Sickles and Copper Nats not only have different weights, but also have different sounds when they collide. Well, I can understand this all because Ian is an excellent alchemist.
Not a money addict.
"Miss Grindelwald... is selling the relics of Slytherin ancestors, and I bought a lot of them." Daphne Greengrass not only answered Ian's question honestly, she also quickly She took out a lot of things to prove to herself, as if she was afraid that Ian would think she was lying and send her to the stake.
See.
Daphne Greengrass held a bunch of messy things in her hands, including maps that were familiar to Ian, lockets that were unfamiliar to Ian, quills... and even an earring.
Looking at a pile of alchemical creations.
Ian couldn't help but widen his eyes.
He thought that he was the only one in Hogwarts who could draw inferences from other cases, but he didn’t expect that Aurora would draw inferences from other cases...Twenty-six? No wonder Daphne Greengrass is left with an empty wallet!
Aurora is simply a god at applying what she has learned. After she learned a marketing method from Ian, she has quietly done so many tricks in Slytherin House!
The little Germanic girl is really learning! No joke! It's better to be better than blue! Look at Aurora’s results! Look at my unsaleable heated pants again!
“Cunning! So cunning!”
Ian's exclamation was genuine.
It’s just that Daphne Greengrass and her best friends are obviously a little confused, but this does not affect Daphne Greengrass’s attempt to give everything to Ian in exchange for Ian’s forgiveness.
"I told you I'm not someone who likes to bully girls." Ian put a lot of counterfeit goods and money bags back into Daphne Greengrass's hands.
Looking at the little witch who was a little overwhelmed, Ian gave a serious reminder, "Remember to write to your family to urge them to improve their efficiency."
< br>"And your home too."
Ian also looked at the little witch who was held by Daphne Greengrass. He remembered that this person was also trembling with Daphne Greengrass.
"Okay...Okay."
The little Slytherin witch who was stared at by Ian immediately nodded her head, while Daphne Greengrass's expression was Somewhat relieved but still a little complicated.
This guy in front of me didn't bully girls. He clearly encouraged Dumbledore to bully the older ones after bullying the younger ones. Her family was almost driven crazy by Dumbledore's threats!
"Stop spending money arbitrarily. Your family doesn't give you much money." Ian gave a few words of advice as he ran into the auditorium. It was not to show how much he cared for his classmates, he just wanted to In a few days, I can get some of Merlin's relics myself, so that these rich pure-blooded family members can still have the purchasing power.
Aurora makes too much money!
Ian thinks it’s time for him to make some money too!
“Did he really let us go?”
Keeping watching Ian sit on the table in the auditorium and start cooking, the two little Slytherin girls did not dare to step in Among them, another little girl from a pure-blood family was still a little scared.
"I don't know... maybe? Gesha Selwyn, can you stop shaking!"
Daphne Greengrass was wondering if there were any convoluted hints in Ian's previous words. As descendants of pure-blood families, they liked to ponder this kind of thing.
“Aren’t you shaking too! I almost thought he would kill us directly!” Gesha Selwyn, a pure-blood girl who is even one grade above Ian and Daphne, looked scared.
"This is outside the auditorium, and there are so many professors inside. He wouldn't dare...right?" Daphne Greengrass' tone was actually a bit uncertain.
Gesha Selwyn's opinion is very certain, "I think the professors will help him bury us and cast a forgetting spell on all witnesses!"
"We Our parents will only get the news that we went to the Forbidden Forest against the rules and were caught and cooked by the centaurs! Don’t forget what happened to Afrison Carlo!”
"You must still remember the night of the Ash Snake, right? There were so many people in our auditorium staying together. After Allison Carlo went out, he was the only one who disappeared!" Gesha Selwyn's Her voice was very excited and her emotions were strong, but she also knew how to lower her voice when saying these things.
In order to avoid being heard by Ian in the auditorium, the two girls had left the auditorium, hungry, and sat down in front of the window sill where the rain was pouring outside.
This is probably to relieve the trembling of the legs. It's no wonder that the two girls reacted like this when facing Ian. The thing they were discussing was the biggest reason why they were so afraid of Ian.
It wasn't just because Ian defeated an outstanding wizard from a senior year.
“The school told us that Allison Carrow dropped out of school because of family problems, but we know, we know that Allison Carrow disappeared from the world at Hogwarts!”
"His family doesn't even dare to talk about it, and they don't dare to seek justice for their children. I bet that Dumbledore must have covered up the crime for that evil Ravenclaw!"
< br>"He must have killed Afrisson Carlo! Just because Afrison Carlo scolded him a few times in the lounge!" Gesha Selwyn seemed to be very convinced of her inference.
Daphne Greengrass remained silent, but from her increasingly uneasy expression, it was not difficult to see that she also believed in Gesha Selwyn's statement.
Dumbledore could threaten several pure-blood families for a child, and even use Gringotts to establish his authority. How could she not believe that Dumbledore would cover up the murder for Ian? offense.
"He is definitely not the Prince family! He must be another Dumbledore!" Gesha Selwyn said firmly. She felt that only in this way can many situations make sense. He is extremely talented and has done many evil deeds, but he has not yet been regarded as a dark wizard. Is this still the normal development of Hogwarts?
The principal at the time saw that guy casting the Death Curse!
What’s the result?
The next day the guy was still jumping around in school! Isn't this Chi Guoguo's cover-up? The death of Alfredson Carrow and the Gringotts robbery.
There are already panic-stricken remarks among Slytherins.
"He should indeed be a descendant of the Prince family. Don't tell anyone else. I overheard Snape cursing. He may also have blood from the Dumbledore family." Daphne Greengrass The most uncomfortable part for Si was here. If Ian had shown his cards to her like this on the boat, how could she have ridiculed him?
It was too late for her to curry favor!
And that Grindelwald...the two of them are simply amazing. No one reminded her, they just watched her become a clown, and then she had to lie in bed in the school infirmary for a few days after being a clown. Plank bed!
“My damn mouth!”
Daphne Greengrass can’t remember how many times she regretted wanting to slap herself in the face. The area of her psychological shadow now belongs to watching Other young Muggle-born wizards were worried about meeting Ian Prince again. God knows how many times a day she would praise Ian before she would be slightly less worried about getting in trouble with the dean!
"What!? No wonder! No wonder! Don't worry, Daphne, this news is too shocking. I won't tell others. I'm so glad that we can survive from him!" Gesha Ser Wen obviously didn't expect that the "truth" was scarier than she guessed. She stood up and walked back and forth in the corridor looking a little panicked.
"No! I have to ask my dad to give him more money! Otherwise, his daughter will definitely not survive to graduate! It's all because of that idiot Flint who insisted on letting us watch him pee his pants!" I can only say that he is of pure origin. The rich lady of the Blood Family knew that spending money could ward off disasters even when she was only in her teens.
Only Ian is not here.
Otherwise, I would definitely like Miss Gesha Selwyn like crazy.
This man is truly enlightened.
“I think he may start selling the relics of other founders in the school after a while. If we can become his loyal customers... to him, we must have the value of living. "Daphne Greengrass, who has been trying to figure out Ian's thoughts, may be a little more precocious.
How could she not know that Slytherin could not have so many relics.
It’s just a curve to save yourself.
……
Breakfast is very important to Ian.
This is the beginning of the day.
It is also the most critical nutritional combination that determines the age of growing taller.
Because he couldn't bear to see his younger brothers and sisters not having enough to eat when he was in the orphanage, he was smaller than his peers when he entered school. Now of course he wants to seize the opportunity of free meals to grow taller. .
Although the cooking techniques at Hogwarts are not very rich, the portions and types are still extremely sufficient, and the table is filled with all kinds of food.
“I’ve been hungry for more than twelve hours!”
Ian fucked hard.
I had no idea that the two little Slytherin witches were calculating how much "protection money" they should pay.
He is feasting.
The silver dinner plate contained a mountain-like pile of fried bacon. They were fried until golden and crispy, and each piece was sizzling with oil and exuding an attractive salty aroma. Next to it are plates of fried eggs. The whites are as white as suet jade and the yolks are bright orange. The soft and tender texture is irresistible.
There are also plates of freshly baked bread, including whole wheat, white bread, croissants and other styles.
“Give me another croissant.”
Ian snatched the croissant from his good roommate's hand.
This is really delicious food. Each layer is shiny with butter. When you take a bite, the pastry falls like snowflakes, accompanied by a rich milky aroma.
"Will you take flying lessons?"
William looked at his empty hands and marveled at Ian's hand speed.
"Indoor flying lessons? Forget it, that is more uncomfortable for me than the History of Magic. I plan to go to the Forbidden Forest to collect some materials." Ian has already determined Dumbledore's location on the Marauder's Map.
Neither he nor Snape were there.
Only Grindelwald occupied the principal's office and slept on the comfortable big bed for one night.
“I’m so envious that you can get Mrs. Hooch’s permission to skip class.” The chocolate frog boy gnawed on a large piece of bacon with envy, and the corners of his mouth were still covered with butter leftover from the bread.
“If your flying skills can be like Ian’s and make Mrs. Hooch marvel and cheer, I think Mrs. Hooch will also allow you not to take flying lessons.”
< br>While eating, William did not forget to blow Ian hard.
"Um... I don't think Mrs. Huo Qi allowed me to skip class. I'm just managing my time effectively." Even with Ian's face, he was still a little embarrassed by William's boast.
"This is the opinion! Understand! And courage!"
William can always find new entry points to show off his clever words. He is not suitable for Hogwarts. He should be thrown into an ancient palace and become a thousand-year-old thousand-year-old.
Ian was a little helpless.
And Michael's expression was even more helpless than Ian's, "I only regret answering the roll call a few times for you. Now Mrs. Hooch is calling me Mr. Prince, and sometimes she calls me by name. I didn’t even dare to answer her name. She had already deducted points from Mr. Jordan several times. I must be a bad student in her eyes.”
This situation was obviously something that Ian had not expected. He had always thought that the professors would remember every little wizard. Perhaps this was also related to the fact that Ian had not really taken a few flying lessons?
“In the Muggle world, there is the Book of Love, which is a book about falling in love. I can bring you a copy next semester.” Ian just wanted to compensate Michael for being stigmatized because of him. loss.
I never thought about it.
Michael jumped up immediately.
"From today on, Mr. Jordan will be dead when the flying lesson begins. My friend, Mr. Jordan will be resurrected only after the flying lesson ends." Michael's reaction was endless. It shocked everyone around him and almost caused Ian to spit out the milk he drank in his mouth.
"You are a real hero, Michael."
Ian quickly stood up and pushed Michael back to his seat.
He made a deal with his roommate.
Naturally, I have the capital to skip classes with peace of mind.
The two little wizards who had a win-win situation happily continued their breakfast, and the newspaper delivered by the owl brought a piece of news that surprised Ian.
It's news from the Daily Prophet.
"Oh my god! Is this true?"
Looking at the newspaper handed over by William.
Ian’s expression is wonderful.
Of course.
Whether it was Aurora at the Slytherin table or Professor "Lockhart" who had just left the principal's office and came to the auditorium, sitting on the teacher's seat and taking an elegant sip of hot milk, their reactions were even worse than Ian's. Somewhat exciting. Professor "Lockhart" really squirted out the milk he drank in his mouth.
"Cough cough cough!!!" he choked crazily. There were three people in the Hogwarts auditorium whose expressions were out of control. Professor "Lockhart"'s expression management was the most out of control.
See.
It was written boldly in large and bold fonts on the Daily Prophet.
【Shocking! Exclusive report! Coming from Austria, Grindelwald gave his first interview in prison and talked about his past with Dumbledore! 】
Maybe the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor really wasn't lying.
Great prophets sometimes cannot predict certain unexpected events.
(End of this chapter)