Chapter 119 Chapter 118: Where is that stone?
Dumbledore may have a special charm.
Of course, it wasn't the succubus's charm, but when he appeared in the Forbidden Forest, the professors felt a lot more at ease as if they had found a backbone.
The tense and solemn atmosphere seemed to be relieved immediately. Ian even had the same feeling that he had when he watched the TV series in the past, and the county magistrate came to Qingtian in the TV series.
It can only be said that it is worthy of the sense of security brought by Dumbledore?
"Principal! Hurry! It's that...that evil dark wizard!" Ian actually felt happy in his heart. Speaking of experience in catching Tom, it was the old principal in front of him.
Since Dumbledore is back now, it will certainly not be difficult to capture Voldemort's remnant soul, but I don't know if Dumbledore will agree to him burning Voldemort's remnant soul.
“Don’t worry, I have set up some special magic so that no one can escape from the area near Hogwarts. Therefore, we can take our time. I need to understand what is going on now. situation." Dumbledore's eyes were quite deep, and there was a calm look between his eyebrows.
But Ian is a little confused.
Is there such a magic?
Why didn't he know?
Several professors also seemed to have been touched by knowledge blind spots, but since the person who spoke the assurance was Dumbledore, they naturally chose to believe it out of habit.
“Who can explain this to me?”
Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall.
“Actually, other professors and I don’t know much about the situation. We have just arrived here, and we were attracted by Mr. Prince’s grand battle.”
Professor McGonagall looked at Ian, who was still suspended in mid-air by Professor Sprout's levitating spell.
"Dumbledore, he...he showed us his memory. He met the mysterious man who cannot be named!" Professor Sprout's expression was still full of disbelief. Professor Flitwick, who was riding a "customized trumpet" broomstick next to her, also had an expression full of frightened worry.
Compared to Professor McGonagall, who is the vice-principal, these two deans obviously don’t know enough historical facts. Like everyone else, they have always believed that Voldemort had died ten years ago. that night.
"How could it be a mysterious man? How could he still be alive? He must have been dead long ago, killed by some mysterious magic blessed by the Boy Who Lived..." Foley Professor Wei subjectively did not want to believe that Ian would lie about his memory. At the same time, he also did not want Ian's memory to be the truth of what really happened.
This extremely contradictory psychology made the little professor have a very complicated expression on his face.
That's Voldemort!
The wizarding world has suffered from Voldemort for a long time.
After finally ushering in an extremely bright future, who would want to live back in an era of constant panic? Even the professors at Hogwarts still have lingering fears about the past that was shrouded in terrorism.
This is the remaining power left by Voldemort.
Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout have similar psychological shadows, which is why they were all panicked when they saw Ian's memories presented.
"Yes, Dumbledore, Harry has killed Voldemort, there is absolutely no way that damn bastard is still alive!" Hagrid was also the type who didn't want to believe the truth.
After he finished speaking in a confident tone, he quickly explained to Ian, "I'm sorry, little Ian, I'm not suspecting that you are deceiving us, it's just... it's just possible that you are watching It’s wrong, or there is some other sensationalist who is using the name of the mysterious person to deceive.”
Hagrid tried to find a reasonable explanation.
Snape stood beside him without saying a word.
His expression was gloomy and uncertain, and he wanted to speak several times, but then he seemed to think of something, and in the end he did not make any comment on the matter.
"This is not completely impossible, after all..." Dumbledore touched the beard on his chin and seemed to be pretending to consider it for a moment.
“Our old friend has been afraid of death his whole life. It is not surprising that he would find some ways to avoid death. This is not a very difficult problem to deal with. Fortunately, at least our little The wizard escaped with his life." Dumbledore looked up at Ian in mid-air.
"Prince...Mr., are you okay?" His voice was as steady and powerful as ever, with a magical power that seemed to soothe people's hearts.
“Of course.”
Ian moved his body to show that he was intact.
He even performed a backflip for Dumbledore in mid-air - the professors next to him had weird expressions, and Professor McGonagall was hesitant to speak.
"You should thank the professors for arriving in time." Dumbledore couldn't stand Ian's performance, and Hagrid next to him was so amused that he couldn't help laughing.
The expressions of the other three deans were a little ashamed, but Snape's expression was even more ugly.
“Get off!”
Snape gritted his teeth and angrily scolded Ian. The next moment, he saw Ian paddling in mid-air, directly to other people. Behind several professors.
"????"
Professor Sprout, who was maintaining the floating spell on Ian, widened her eyes. She didn't understand why Ian could control the floating spell she cast in mid-air. direction of movement.
She is the one who provides the magic power!
Why does it feel like magic belongs to someone else?
"Dumbledore, in fact, I think Mr. Prince does not need our rescue, because when we arrived, he was chasing the mysterious man who cannot be named." Foley Professor Wei hesitated for a moment and finally corrected Dumbledore.
His little flying broom looks particularly funny. In fact, Professor Flitwick is not unable to ride a normal flying broomstick, but his customized flying broomstick is more conducive to him fighting in the air. Who would have thought that there would be no fighting, and the little wizard had already omitted the fighting part for them?
"I think... would it be more appropriate to use the word hunt?" Professor Sprout looked around. The damaged precious plants made her feel very distressed.
"Huh?"
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly.
Hagrid, who had been comforting Yaya, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard Professor Flitwick's words, and his mouth opened to an extremely exaggerated degree in shock.
"Hiss! Little Ian, what have you done!"
His loud voice was full of shock.
In the opinion of this hybrid giant administrator, Ian's achievements are simply incomprehensible, and the level of magic is probably second only to Harry Potter, the child he has always paid attention to.
"I'm protecting our school, Hagrid." Ian seemed to be explaining his behavior to Hagrid, but in fact he was trying to make Snape understand that he was not looking for trouble.
He looked at Snape with a vague look, but the Potions Professor's dark face did not soften, but became a little darker - he indeed had the talent to be the Dark Lord.
"Is that so?"
Dumbledore's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at Professor McGonagall for verification.
"Yes, Dumbledore, I'm afraid things are really so ridiculous. This little guy can actually use powerful fire. I think the mysterious man probably didn't expect this." Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly. With this tone, she pulled Ian who was hiding behind her to the front. The emotion in her heart now was both fear and regret as to why this little wizard was not a Gryffindor.
"Mr. Prince, your magic is very powerful, and your magic transformation is also very exciting, but I still hope you can tell me where you learned the dangerous magic of Li Fire."
Professor McGonagall’s tone was extremely stern, with an unusually serious tone, but the feeling she gave people now was very similar to when Ian explained to Hagrid just now. Although the head of Gryffindor's face was facing Ian, his eyes were looking sideways at Snape who was standing on the ground.
In her opinion, the reason why Ian was so angry must have something to do with Snape. The other two deans probably thought the same way, so the eyes of the three deans all fell on Snape.
“…”
The Hogwarts Pot King looked very speechless.
His face twitched a little and he clenched his hands together. However, even though the veins on his temples were beating wildly, he just turned his gaze elsewhere.
Out of sight, out of mind.
After all, Snape didn't say anything to explain. Seeing that his good uncle voluntarily took the blame, Ian of course took advantage of the situation without giving any explanation, and just found a legitimacy for his fierce anger.
"Professor McGonagall, thank you for your compliment. I think this is also due to the principal. He once taught me how to practice Li Huo." Ian responded with a seemingly humble mouth. This was also true, it had indeed happened before, so after he finished speaking, he winked at Dumbledore.
"No wonder...no wonder you have such great accomplishments in Li Huo." Professor Flitwick immediately realized something, as if he finally knew where Ian learned so many advanced magics.
First is the Patronus Charm.
Now it’s Li Huo again!
One is more inscrutable than the other!
If Dumbledore was teaching in secret, everything would make sense. All the professors in Hogwarts knew that Dumbledore was a master at playing with fire.
“Albus?!”
Professor McGonagall also seemed a little shocked, while Professor Sprout was thoughtful.
"That's true, Minerva." Dumbledore glanced at Ian first, and then nodded slowly. His admission did indeed make Ian immediately change from a kid who secretly learned black magic. He became a good student who studied the principal's teachings seriously.
"You...how could you...this is extremely dangerous magic." Professor McGonagall was hesitant to speak. She didn't want to question Dumbledore's decision in public, but she felt that Dumbledore's actions were too confusing to her. . For many years, this principal has been the person who has emphasized teaching safety.
"Mr. Prince needs to learn to be fierce. There are some reasons for this. However, Minerva, can I explain the specific reasons to you later?"
Dumbledore seemed to be covering for Ian. When Professor McGonagall nodded, he also showed his signature smile, and after thinking for a moment, he continued to speak.
"That person may still be hiding in the Forbidden Forest. He is obviously no longer as powerful as he used to be. Professors, please seal off the Forbidden Forest and search for him."
Dumbledore's arrangement was not opposed by the three deans.
"What about you? Aren't you coming together?"
Snape suddenly spoke abruptly.
"I need to go back to school to deal with some things first, and then join this operation later and personally cast spells to find the location of our Dark Lord."
"As for Now... you can join them." Dumbledore responded with a smile.
“……”
Snape was silent for a moment, "I have to go back to school with you... Well, watch those dishonest students. Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can't handle it alone."
He seemed like He found a reason for himself to escape. If Harry Potter were here, he would definitely despise him as a coward, but Ian understood his good uncle very well.
"Okay, you and I and Hagrid will take the little wizard back to school. Remember to restrain those disobedient little devils. Curiosity has always been easy to kill newborn calves."
< br>"Not everyone can have the ability of this child..." Dumbledore looked at Ian who was slowly landing, with a look in his eyes. A very deep meaning, "I have to say, Mr. Prince, your performance is a bit unexpected. It may be regarded as a surprise brought by you."
The charred trees around and the earth turned into scorched earth, both made Dumbledore feel the intensity of the battle, and even gave his expression a sense of memories.
At this time.
"I'm not going back. I won't be afraid of the mysterious man. I want to act with a few professors." Hagrid looked at Snape with a look that looked like a coward.
"Tsk, tsk, what can you do to help the professors here? Do you plan to use your big body to run rampant in the forest and directly disturb the guy who is hiding?"
Snape He immediately gave a sarcastic response.
"I won't cause trouble!" Hagrid's face suddenly turned red. "I just want to find the two missing unicorns. I have to find them."
His concern for magical animals has always come from the bottom of his heart, and he will not hesitate even for a second to take risks. However, such a touching attitude still made Snape continue to mock him in a strange way.
“Oh, your monster-like brain probably doesn’t know what kind of rare material unicorn blood is. It is obviously impossible for two unicorns to survive.”< br>
Snape knew very well that Voldemort needed the blood of unicorns to survive, but he didn't think that the mysterious man would love unicorns as much as he did and keep unicorns in captivity to draw blood every day.
"Maybe... maybe they are still alive, just waiting for my rescue. I need to put together two stretchers first. Even if they die, I have to carry them back and bury them." Hagrid obviously didn't care. Nep laughed at himself, and as he spoke, he planned to look for suitable materials nearby to piece together a simple stretcher.
However.
Where can there be anything heavy in the area that has been hit by the fierce fire?
"Crack~"
Several trees that seemed to be intact suddenly broke apart after being gently bent by him, exposing their charred interiors. After all, this is close to the area where Ian and Voldemort fought.
Hagrid looked around blankly.
"Mr. Prince, maybe you can help him?" Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't help but lower the flying altitude and spoke to Ian.
"Of course it's no problem. Hagrid and I are friends." Ian was already planning to take action. He quickly took out his wand and stepped forward to perform the deformation spell on several pieces of rotten wood.
With the injection of magic and the use of magic, the form and essence of the rotten wood are changing, and soon turned into two multi-functional stretchers with metal structures.
In order to make the person lying on it more comfortable, Ian even added a layer of soft padding in the middle of the stretcher. The extremely delicate stretcher completed its transformation almost in the blink of an eye.
“Oh my God! They’re so cool!”
Hagrid couldn’t put it down because of Ian’s transformed stretcher.
Over the stretcher.
Undisguised approval appeared on Professor McGonagall's face.
"Although from the transformation you exerted on Li Huo, I have already felt how much ability you hide in class, but I still have to sigh that this is really a wonderful transformation." "I think It is hard to find a student in Hogwarts who is better than you at the Transfiguration Spell." The older cat girl just finished her words.
"Isn't this worthy of adding a few points to Ravenclaw?" Professor Flitwick immediately gave Ian a thumbs up and looked at the flight beside him Professor McGonagall.
His eyes were full of desire for academy points, even more intense than the little wizard's. Perhaps this is the competitive spirit of top academics, who have remained unabated even after becoming deans for many years.
"This needs to be returned to the castle...I will remember it." Professor McGonagall nodded helplessly. She became more and more depressed as to why a reckless man like Ian, who likes to hide his secrets, could be a Ravenclaw. labor.
I pondered for a moment.
Professor McGonagall then said to Ian, "You are very good, Mr. Prince, but I hope you can respect your talent. Your level is far beyond that of your peers, so you need It’s more precipitation.”
“At least this must be the case in terms of transfiguration. It is an extremely dangerous magic. There are too many amazing geniuses who have caused irreversible consequences because of their eagerness for quick success. End.”
Professor McGonagall's reminder was extremely serious, and it fully demonstrated her concern for Ian. Over the years, she had seen many exceptionally gifted wizards doomed due to overconfidence.
"Of course, you taught us this in the first class." Ian nodded humbly. He knew that Professor McGonagall was worried about him secretly trying Animagus. .
"If you want to gain access to some knowledge in advance, you can come to my office to find me." Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with Ian's attitude and gave Ian the right to knock on the door in her office.
"Yeah, thank you very much."
Ian immediately bowed slightly.
He actually has plans for Animagus training, and it's definitely not this year. After all, no matter who is taking care of him, it is safest to raise his level of transformation as much as possible.
Otherwise, the image of half animal and half human... would be too scary. You know, that kind of failed magical transformation is likely to be irreversible for life. Just look at the ugly and ferocious face without a nose, and the much dumber IQ, and you will know how terrifying it is.
Just when Ian was about to walk towards the impatient Snape, Professor Sprout also lowered his flying altitude and came to him. The Hufflepuff professor was very satisfied with Ian's help to Snape. character behavior.
“Why didn’t you come to our Hufflepuff? I remember that you were always very low-key during class, but I secretly saw that you helped several Hufflepuff kids during class. Wizard."
Professor Sprout also spoke out what Professor McGonagall felt.
But her compliment made Ian's eyes dodge a little and he felt guilty.
"Did you actually see it..." The little wizard was a little worried about what Professor Sprout saw. He was the one who shared some sensitive knowledge with the little Hufflepuff witch in class.
Experiences on how to cultivate mutant biting cabbage in the restricted section of the library.
Isn’t this so dangerous?
Ian just wants to help his classmates unlock epic achievements.
This should be considered a pleasure to help others.
“It’s time to go!”
After all, Snape couldn’t help but speak to Ian. He felt that if Ian continued to enjoy and be praised like this, there was no guarantee that he would be able to do it in the future. Do something even more shocking than today.
"Yes, I think we should go back." Dumbledore raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was actually an accessory modified from a broken time converter.
"Go back and stay there, don't run out." Professor Flitwick reminded the young wizards in his college. He probably also discovered that Ian is a restless guy.
"It's time for us to start our work." Professor McGonagall turned the direction of her flying broom and looked towards the deep Forbidden Forest ahead. She took the lead and flew out with a wild flying attitude.
Professors Sprout and Flitwick followed closely behind. Although they may be facing one of the most dangerous dark wizards in history, none of the three deans are timid at all.
Seeing the three deans disappear into the jungle, Hagrid shouted not to wait for him, and carried the stretcher that Ian had conjured up on his back, and plunged directly into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
There was indeed a lot of movement wherever he went, and Snape was really not a bad guy on this point.
"Prince! I remember I warned you not to cause me any more trouble. Look what you did! You are so bold as to provoke the Dark Lord!"
After the others left, Snape immediately started to rant against Ian. He seemed to have suppressed the anger in his heart for a long time, and now he vented it all on Ian's head.
"What? Are you so impatient? So want to make big moves one after another, telling us, telling everyone that you will replace the Dark Lord of the past?"
"I will I have never seen such an arrogant brat like you!" Snape roared angrily in front of Dumbledore, with a hint of fear in his tone.
"I don't want to be the Dark Lord, uncle." Ian looked up at the black bat in front of him, and his sincere words made Snape's face less ugly.
At least this stance is a good direction.
"You should be glad that the Dark Lord's condition is not good! Otherwise, I think I can only collect the body for you... No! Maybe the Dark Lord will not even leave the body for you!"
"He He knows how to eat children better than anyone else!" Snape seemed to want to scare Ian with such sinister remarks, and Ian immediately pretended to be frightened and showed an expression of disbelief.
"If the worst doesn't happen, everything is fine. Snape, you don't have to be too harsh on Mr. Prince. He at least showed his courage to protect others in critical moments." Dumbledore took the lead towards the school's castle, and he spoke softly for Ian.
"He could have informed us after he drove that guy away, and look what he did, chasing that guy for dozens of kilometers in the Forbidden Forest!"
Si Nap still felt a little resentful.
"I was indeed too reckless." Ian immediately admitted his mistake. He did not choose to turn a blind eye when it was time to cooperate with Snape. He already knew how to smooth over Snape.
No.
Snape's expression changed from gloomy to clear again.
"You must be locked up and asked to clean those stinky toilets." Of course, he still insisted on giving Ian a punishment so that Ian could learn lessons and remember.
“……”
Ian believed that this was definitely not the kind of confinement that Hogwarts should have, but he also knew that Snape, as one of the deans, did have the right to decide to impose such a punishment on him.
"No magic! I will keep an eye on you!" Snape continued to emphasize his voice, breaking Ian's calculations. In this regard, Dumbledore did not give Ian any help.
Just when Ian was thinking about whether he could give up some Galleons and let his good roommate drink Polyjuice Potion instead of him to complete Snape's persecution of him this time.
The castle is in sight.
“Follow me!”
Snape looked up and saw the students at the window, who were still using binoculars to look in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. He grabbed Ian and wanted to take him back to Hogwarts through a secret passage.
"Snape, I need to borrow Mr. Prince to learn more about the situation in the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Snape's behavior.
Snape's expression changed several times.
"You are the principal, you have the final say."
He took a deep look at Dumbledore and decisively let go of Ian's hand.
"Watch your mouth, don't let me hear you bragging about your great achievements in school." Snape gave Ian a stern warning.
He emphasized the word "great achievements" very hard and his voice was too long. After saying that, he shook his sleeves and turned around and walked directly outside the castle.
“What is he going to do?”
Ian didn’t understand Snape’s operation.
“Who knows.”
Dumbledore shrugged.
"I think we should go to the principal's office and talk about my ineffective student." With that, Dumbledore took Ian into the castle and came to the principal's office on the eighth floor.
"Honey jelly."
Dumbledore read out the password to enter.
Ian knew that writing it down was of no use. The password for this room was changed too frequently. Sometimes he felt that Dumbledore had a persecution delusion.
Following Dumbledore, he walked up the spiral staircase and opened the wooden door. Ian did not see Fawkes, but the windows in the office were at an angle where the sun was shining.
The sunlight is like a carefully polished golden thread, penetrating warmly through the window and through the gap between the curtains in the room. As the curtains swing, the light and shadow constantly change shapes on the wall.
In the large office, a pot of hot tea was steaming white on the desk, and the aroma of tea was overflowing. Next to the tea cup, there was a strange pastry that Ian could not recognize.
Some are like pancake fruits, but they are all filled with jam.
“Would you like a drink?”
Dumbledore poured a cup of tea for himself, and then poured a cup for Ian without waiting for a reply. He drank the seemingly hot black tea in one gulp.
“I still like to drink some honey lemonade.”
Ian did not touch the tea on the table. It was not that he didn’t trust Dumbledore, he thought Dumbledore would add it to the tea. Veritaserum, he was just worried about not being able to sleep at night after drinking tea and running out for a night out.
Snape looked really pissed.
Ian felt that he had to rest for a few days - he was also a little aggrieved. He was just a little boy who went out to pick mushrooms, but who knew he picked the poisonous mushroom Voldemort.
"Then you can make some yourself." Dumbledore gestured to the honey not far away and sat down on his seat, looking a little tired.
"I can bear it for a while, it's time to have dinner."
Ian's answer made Dumbledore nod his head noncommittally. Just when Ian looked at Dumbledore with confusion, he had been drinking tea. He drank three cups crazily but still didn't speak.
"Is that stone where you are?" Dumbledore suddenly asked. It was so abrupt that even Ian, who had been wondering why Dumbledore had called him here, was stunned for a moment.
“Of course it’s still there.”
Ian originally thought that Dumbledore would talk about things related to Voldemort, and even take him to visit his memories again, but he never thought that Dumbledore would actually care about the Resurrection Stone that Grindelwald gave him.
His answer made Dumbledore's expression look a little happy.
"I need to borrow it temporarily..." Dumbledore's eyes suddenly brightened in a frightening way, his hands trembled slightly, and then he seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and quickly made up for it.
"This is for a certain purpose...a purpose that I can't tell you yet." This attempt to make up for it is not very good. It can only be said that anyone who comes here can see that it is an excuse.
"Principal Dumbledore, that can't resurrect anyone, I think we all know this." Ian frowned slightly, but did not take out the resurrection stone immediately.
"Of course I know that."
Dumbledore's eyes flickered.
"Believe me, I won't go astray like those idiots, I just... have a plan, yes, there is a plan." His voice carried a profound feeling.
It’s still that unfathomable feeling.
It’s just that Ian’s frown deepened.
"Okay."
Ian did not continue to say anything else, nor did he reveal some of his thoughts to Dumbledore. He directly took out a resurrection that shone with a deep luster. Stone ring.
"There it is."
Ian pushed the Resurrection Stone ring towards Dumbledore.
“Thank you, thank you.”
Dumbledore quickly raised his hands to cover the Resurrection Stone ring. He thanked Ian with a trembling voice. His expression as if he was suppressing some emotion made Ian stand up very consciously.
"I'm leaving first?"
When he saw Dumbledore nodding as the chicken pecked the rice, he immediately walked towards the door of the principal's office, and soon, along the rotating He walked up the stairs and completely left the principal's office area.
“I didn’t notice it.”
Looking back, the huge stone beast jumped back to its guarding position. Ian’s eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out and took it out without saying a word. The Marauder's Map in your own pocket.
I saw.
The Marauder's Map shows the small black dots representing the wizards in the school, which naturally includes the principal's room. The only small black dot in that room is extremely eye-catching.
Aberforth Dumbledore.
(End of this chapter)