Chapter 121 Chapter 120: For the greater good! debate!
Night falls.
The stars twinkling in the sky are like chess pieces on a chessboard. As the night gets darker, Hogwarts Castle and its surrounding scenery gradually merge into the embrace of night.
Every detail is gently smoothed by the night, leaving only peace and tranquility. Everything is hidden, waiting for the new day to awaken their vitality and vitality again.
“Continue to learn curses today!”
When Ian held a small class for a fee in the evening, the rumors about him had evolved to a completely new version. The fight between him and Grindelwald in the Forbidden Forest was all about competing for Dumbledore.
The story of a centenarian and a ten-year-old child?
This is so English!
Daphne Greengrass must have played a big role in this. Ian really regretted not taking away the rubbish storybook that was randomly produced by someone in Daph's hands.
"Little Professor, are you the child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald?" This was probably the question that broke down Ian's inner defenses. Such increasingly outrageous fallacies and rumors really made him feel like he was struck by lightning.
"What an evil storybook! If any of you spread such rumors again, don't blame me for being rude!" Ian was furious and furiously warned the other young wizards in the Ravenclaw lounge.
His threat of using old dung eggs was not very effective at first, but after he emphasized that his dung eggs would actually contain old dung eggs, everyone fell silent.
This is a real deterrent.
At least Ian didn't have to endure the increasingly abnormal rumors in the Ravenclaw lounge. He immediately walked out of the lounge door after tutoring the little wizards.
“What is the little professor going to do?”
"Will he go to the Forbidden Forest again?"
"Hey! This is not something we should be curious about! Do you want to be attacked by a little professor with shit in the middle of the night? A truly smart person would be like I still keep my mouth shut."
"If the little professor can sneak into the women's dormitory and use his. If you feed me with your mouth...well, I still can't accept it."
...
Seventeen or eight little wizards are cleaning up the mess after practicing magic. They learned it again today. A new legal jinx, and there are many traces of the jinx being deflected in the lounge.
This kind of evening tutoring not only allowed them to learn some new spells, but also allowed the little Ravenclaw wizards who like to learn ahead of time to practice their [Repair Spells].
More than that, even for those advanced wizards who do not need to participate in Ian's small class, it is also a daily activity that can effectively improve their magic evasion ability.
Judging from the skill of the seniors in front of the fireplace tonight, who are always alert to their surroundings while reading, and everyone can dodge the deflection spell in time, they are obviously also in the middle of the night. Within a semester, the first- and second-grade wizard classes run by Ian have benefited a lot.
This group of senior Ravenclaw wizards will definitely become the mainstay of the Ministry of Magic and the best among the Aurors after graduation. In disguise, they can be regarded as a contributor to Ian's contribution.
"Next time, you are not allowed to throw magic spells at the statue of the founder!" Senior Sister Penello was also helping to clean up. She warned a few young wizards who made some outrageous mistakes.
For little wizards.
The seniors in Ravenclaw seem to be quite tolerant.
Of course.
In fact, they may be forced to be angry but not speak out. After all, compared to the rumors about Ian's life experience in Slytherin, there are more rumors about [Merlin's blood] in Ravenclaw than in other houses because of the male and female prefects. This has been criticized by many students. The senior wizards who "shared" the rumors with their male and female prefects took it as a secret of the academy.
I can only say.
Ian may be regarded as the record-setter student who has carried the most rumors since the establishment of Hogwarts. Especially regarding the mystery of his life experience, most creatures can count the versions on one hand.
"Why did little Ian teach you curses for several nights in a row?" After Penelo helped repair the lounge, he also grabbed Ian's two roommates and asked curiously. People in Ravenclaw House are very curious, and she always felt that there was some special meaning to what Ian did.
“He wants to make us stronger and become his right-hand man!” William’s words were filled with enthusiasm that had some meaningless meaning, but Senior Penello didn’t make too many connections.
Michael scratched his head and showed a matter-of-fact expression, "To be honest, I didn't ask. Ian must have reason for teaching him this way."
Two None of the personal answers satisfied Penello. She could clearly see that the two people were perfunctory. The acting skills of these two little wizards were not even as good as their little professor roommates.
"I actually asked Ian this question."
Qiu Zhang originally took an extracurricular study book and was about to study at the desk in the lounge when he heard Senior Penello and the two words of a little boy.
Senior Penello turned to look at Qiu Zhang.
“Did that guy tell you?”
She knew that this girl had a good relationship with Ian.
"It feels like it was just a whim, right? He just told me mysteriously that there was something dirty in Hogwarts, and then he took away my Bibi's multi-flavor beans while I was thinking about it."
Qiu Zhang's tone was a bit helpless.
William and Michael immediately said that this is what Ian can do. The three of them got together and began to discuss the bad habits that Ian recently learned from nowhere.
"Is that so..."
Senior Penello was obviously different from the big-hearted little wizards. After listening to Qiu Zhang's statement, she touched it with her index finger. He touched his lips and looked thoughtful.
"Maybe it has something to do with the accident that happened in the Forbidden Forest today."
The talented and intelligent senior Penello only likes to spread gossip. She doesn't really believe the rumors in the school; It's an inference that I came up with.
Today.
This senior girl has obviously connected all the clues she knows.
"Let me think about it...Ian is suspected to be a descendant of the Ambrosius family, and he can be called a dirty thing..." Senior Penello found a few books about the Merlin family Start researching the book.
Less than ten minutes later.
This senior student immediately seemed to have found the truth.
"I understand! There must be more than one descendant of a legendary family in the school! This year must be some kind of special year! The descendants of King Arthur or the descendants of the black witch Morgan are also in the college!"
"Love, hate, enmity! Life and death entanglement!"
Senior Penello showed a look that could see through everything, and suddenly realized that this prefect of Ravenclaw might not be talented enough to win. To the point of praise.
How to say it.
Is it true that a woman who loves reading novels and biographies has such terrifying imagination and association skills?
……
Outside the corridor window.
The first snow in Hogwarts came quietly at night. Snowflakes lightly touch the ancient stone walls, gently swirling in the night sky, intertwining with each other, and finally landing softly. With the gentlest gesture, they slowly covered every inch of the land, every leaf, and even every spire and window sill of the castle.
"I think Hogwarts should enact a rumor law. Young wizards who spread rumors will have to starve for at least a few days. Well, professors who let young wizards spread rumors will have to have at least 10,000 needles pricked in the soles of their feet."
< br>Ian babbled to the portrait of Ravenclaw in the corridor for a long time, but Ms. Ravenclaw in the dreamy world didn't seem to have the idea of "taking a look" or giving approval.
Of course he couldn't have gone out to settle a score with Grindelwald. He still weighed his weight very clearly. He just went to the Room of Requirement to adjust the potion he was brewing.
The reason why there is frost on the windows and the coolness has penetrated the entire castle, and Ian is still wandering in the corridor in the cold, is because the relationship between him and the bronze eagle head has not been untied.
The vengeful Bronze Eagle didn't let him in at all, and now it was too troublesome to even use questions to make things difficult for him. It just meant that no matter how long Ian stood in front of him, the Bronze Eagle would pretend to be dead and remain silent.
This completely eliminated the possibility of Ian returning from his studies to answer the previous questions.
One thing to say is that the door knocker of this door may really be acquiring a certain quality called "life" as it says, otherwise it will definitely not violate its preset rules.
Only "living" things know what it means to take advantage of the rules. There was no other way, as there was no one waiting at the gate to return to the lounge, so Ian could only prepare to spend the night in the Room of Requirement.
Because he happened to pass by the portrait of Ravenclaw, and happened to remember the "cheating" method left by Ravenclaw, he complained to the portrait of Ravenclaw for five minutes.
"Tell me, that guy, that guy asked students to spread rumors about me everywhere, what is he trying to do?" But the depression in Ian's heart continued unabated.
"This is a method he learned from Muggles."
Suddenly.
Aurora's slightly cold voice came from behind Ian. He turned around suddenly and saw the little German girl using the floating spell to move some long iron fences.
"What are you doing? Are you going to sell them for scrap metal?"
Ian looked at Aurora in astonishment. He recognized the iron bars that Aurora controlled, items taken from owl lofts and various other inconspicuous places.
"My grandfather wanted to reopen the underground classroom, and he captured me as a coolie." Aurora responded helplessly, and it was obvious that she was also quite reluctant.
"I think... restarting one classroom will not destroy other classrooms?" Ian's eyes stayed on the iron podium in the Charms classroom.
The Germanic girls were all moved away.
"He only asked me to find some iron fences to pass through, but did not give me gold galleons to buy some." Aurora answered Ian's question honestly and seriously.
She hesitated and added, "Of course I can't use my money. Snape's office can't be entered. I have to keep my gold galleons to buy potion ingredients."
Unexpectedly, I am still a little money-lover.
"The materials last time were enough for you to prepare a lot of truth serum, right? Not enough?" Ian's expression was very difficult to explain. He found that Aurora's silence without response was a bit scary to think about.
After a long time.
"I left IOUs for those classrooms in the name of Professor Lockhart." Aurora explained abruptly, as if to show that she was not a thief who stole things.
“……”
Ian was a little speechless. He always felt that this method of handling was a bit strange, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it.
"Are you coming to help?"
Aurora then spoke.
Ian immediately shook his head like a rattle.
“I just want to give our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor a gift.” With that, Ian took out a bag of itching powder and sprinkled it directly on the suspended iron object. superior.
Aurora watched him quietly and did not say anything to stop him. Even after Ian put away the powder bag with satisfaction, the little girl even gave her a suggestion.
“I think you should be more mature and engrave some explosive runes on them so that they explode immediately when touched. The power of ten kilograms of explosives would be great.”
Good guy!
This is the real encounter with the Living King of Hell!
“??????”
Ian was shocked by Aurora's suggestion. He just wanted to make the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor feel uncomfortable, and the Germanic girl in front of him obviously wanted Grindelwald to be blown up into the sky!
"I also think you should be a little worried. If that's the case, your grandfather was not killed in the bombing. It must be the two of us who died... No! I'm afraid I'm the only one who died!"
Ian rejected Aurora's proposal without even thinking about it.
“I will say that I put it there.”
Aurora made her statement very loyally.
Ian still shook his head firmly.
He is the kind of little wizard who knows how to measure things, so he just took out a few more big dung eggs, made a small mechanism and installed it on the podium of the Charms classroom. "I was just responding to his slander of my image... By the way, you just said this was a method he learned from Muggles? What did your grandfather want to do!"
After Ian dealt with the mechanism, he immediately began to wash his hands. After releasing the water-like spring charm, he applied a floating charm to the wand, so that he could free his hands and wash them under the water.
His way of releasing magic confused Aurora?
"The best way to suppress a scandal is to cover it up with more scandals. This method is also very effective in confusing the public and suppressing hot news." Aurora answered Ian's question, but Her brows were still furrowed, and she looked straight at Ian who had washed his hands and took back the wand.
She looked at her hand that had been raised to maintain the levitating spell, and then at Ian's wand. She had no idea how Ian's magic was maintained.
"Dumbledore is a succubus, the one who hooked up with him on the morning news?"
Ian saw Aurora nodding, and he finally understood with some enlightenment, Green What happened to DeVoe’s series of operations in the afternoon!
The old devil actually knows about public relations...
"Hiss! He has been exposed to the rain himself, so he just let me soak in the river!?" Ian was speechless. "Isn't it the person who should punish those who spread rumors?"
Faced with this question.
Aurora just blinked.
"Sixteen saints are on the move." Although her answer was still straightforward, the information revealed in it was really unexpected for Ian.
“Can I still see the Daily Prophet tomorrow?”
Ian tasted the taste that was terrifying to think about.
"Um, maybe?"
Aurora's tone was also a bit uncertain.
After tilting his head.
She then looked at the iron products she had suspended in mid-air.
"I have to go to the underground classroom quickly. If my grandfather is kept waiting, he will probably think that you have delayed his time to rebuild the underground classroom."
Aurora's words made Ian He was slightly startled.
"Why not you?"
As soon as Ian asked subconsciously, he realized that he had asked a stupid question.
As expected.
"He is my grandfather after all. When there are other people to blame, of course he will blame other people." Aurora waved to Ian and controlled a lot of things towards the stairs.
No one was there all the way.
Aurora quickly came to the underground classroom with her things.
At this time.
Gilderoy Lockhart was stroking his chin and standing in the middle of the classroom. He seemed to be planning the layout of the classroom. The tableware and long tables of the ghosts had all turned into a corner. Spread black ashes.
"Why did it take so long? Did you meet some little wizard traveling at night along the way?" Grindelwald looked at Aurora who entered the classroom with a pile of iron products.
Aurora took a deep look at Grindelwald.
“Meet Ian.”
She knew that there was no point in lying - and sure enough, Grindelwald raised his wand and waved lightly, and those things were evenly distributed by Ian to various irons. All the itching powder on the product is gathered together.
There is no place for it to be useful. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor even took out a small bag and collected the itching powder for some unknown purpose.
He did not deal with the podium on which the mechanism was placed.
"Return this podium to its original position later...just as it is." Grindelwald said with a smile, and his heart level was obviously far beyond the little wizard's imagination.
"Uh..."
Aurora mourned for Ian in her heart.
And at this time.
"What did you talk about?"
Grindelwald asked again, seemingly curious.
“Didn’t you see?”
Aurora looked up at the man in front of her.
Grindelwald, who had a young face, shook his head, "I didn't see anything, kid, I just induced you, and then you took the initiative to reveal everything to me."
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Ian may believe such a statement, but Aurora has no emotions in her heart. She knows that her grandfather's cunning is hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than she and Ian combined.
"He wanted to know why you spread his rumors, so I told him my opinion..." After weighing it, Aurora elaborated on the conversation between herself and Ian when they met. .
"Covering up the morning news, do you really think so?" After Grindelwald heard this, the smile on his face did not diminish, and he looked at his blood relatives with deep eyes.
“Isn’t it?”
Aurora frowned slightly.
She felt that there should be no problem with her analysis.
"I told a truth to your friend, and now it may be time to tell it to you again." Grindelwald waved his wand lightly, reshaping the iron products that Aurora brought.
So.
One by one, torture instruments that looked numb to the scalp began to appear one after another in the underground classroom, placed where Grindelwald wanted them to be.
When remodeling the classroom.
Grindelwald did not forget to calmly and thoughtfully teach Aurora.
“The future that our prophets see is sometimes contradictory, and sometimes it is just a false illusion. And for those decisive predictions that are extremely clear, they will be inevitable endings in the eyes of countless mediocre people. , but among the best, there is plasticity that can be guided in the desired direction.”
"Of course, it is extremely difficult to guide the development of the prophecy with one's own will, so using the power of other wizards has become an inevitable choice."
Grindelwald easily reshaped Looking at the layout of the entire classroom, he put away his wand and looked at Aurora, who was becoming more and more puzzled, her brows almost turning into those of a little old lady.
“What do you mean?”
Aurora failed to understand Grindelwald's words.
However, Grindelwald did not show any disappointment.
He just kept smiling.
Speak softly.
“Child, the magic of wizards is far beyond your imagination. Everything we think, believe, and know may be involved in a grand conspiracy.”
As soon as these words came out.
Aurora's eyes suddenly widened.
"You want Ian to compete with you for Dumbledore? And make Dumbledore turn into a succubus?" The Germanic girl's tone was full of disbelief. She gasped three or four times on the spot. Fortunately, because she was helping Grindelwald, she had not yet heard the latest ridiculous version of the rumor.
"What kind of ghost stories are these... Damn it! I should have made that book more carefully!" Grindelwald's smile was a little stiff, obviously he didn't expect that the story book also collected the succubi's news. The prophet seemed to have been ruthlessly mocked by fate again.
“Isn’t it?”
Aurora didn't know if she was using provocation.
“Of course not!”
One of Grindelwald’s eyes changed color suddenly. Only he could see the picture emerging in it, and his voice began to become a little low and low. And full of profound meaning.
“I just want to take this opportunity to plant a seed in the hearts of these little wizards. One day, they will gradually sprout and then provide a boost for that greater vision.”
Grindelwald's expression was extremely serious.
"What seeds?"
Aurora looked up suddenly.
Grindelwald, who lost his smile, just gave another answer.
"That brat will thank me for my seeds."
After hesitating for a moment.
He still added helplessly.
"Of course, there are still some small mistakes in some things, which are harmless, but... I still have to go to the little witch to reconstruct the book in her hand first."
Said.
Grindelwald walked out of the classroom in a hurry - his hurried back made Aurora think deeply, and felt that her previous judgment was obviously not all wrong.
What a greater vision.
There must be an intention to cover up hot news!
......
Grindelwald turned into a little witch as he walked. As he slipped into the lounge of Slytherin College smoothly, he took out his wand with great hesitation. When aiming at the bedrooms of the little witches.
The other side.
Ian, who originally wanted to take a look at the Owlhouse, was eavesdropping on an extremely fierce tit-for-tat argument, which was the movement and sound coming from the Owlhouse.
"I said! I didn't steal anything from you!!"
"Who else could it be but you?! Don't lie to me!! Someone told me you opened it!"
"How many times do I have to tell you! When I opened it, there was nothing you said inside! If you don't believe it, just get into my head and look at my memory!"
Ian is hiding in Outside in the corner.
He couldn't see anyone in the dim owl loft, but with the help of the names displayed on the Marauder's Map, he knew who the two slightly unrecognizable voices were.
Albus Dumbledore.
Aberforth Dumbledore.
(End of this chapter)