Chapter 124 123: Karma, Arthur’s Mystery
Ian was a little surprised by the words of the bronze eagle head.
The place he went to was clearly suspected to be an underground palace jointly built by the four giants. Why was he marked by Slytherin? Is it because the passage when entering was located next to the secret room passage?
"What do you mean by being chosen?" Ian raised his hand and looked at the slightly lit Ouroboros mark on it. He always felt that the color and appearance of the rune didn't look like anything. Good stuff.
"I can only tell you that it is related to a harvest obtained by Slytherin." The bronze eagle tilted his head and spoke softly, and did not choose to beat around the bush and make things difficult for Ian.
"For some time in the past, Salazar Slytherin often locked himself in the house, which was the secret room he left in Hogwarts before he left."
Hear the words.
Ian nodded, "I know this rumor. It was mentioned in "Hogwarts: Ten Mysteries". He even put some of his collections in the secret room."
Ian, who had already known that the Bronze Eagle Head was as gossipy as the Fat Lady, did not want to reveal that he had found the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.
He bet that if he dared to tell the Bronze Eagle about this, rumors that he was a descendant of Slytherin would spread throughout Hogwarts before tonight.
Ian, who is now known as Ambrosius Dumbledore Grindelwald Prince in rumors, does not want another surname to appear in the suffix of his name - even if the four surnames are mixed Well, the fifth surname might still make people suspect that he has the blood of the magical Teddy in his ancestors.
Fortunately, there is not much curiosity about the bronze eagle head in this regard.
"This is not just a rumor or story. I know that the so-called Chamber of Secrets does exist, and what Salazar Slytherin studied in the Chamber of Secrets is related to the... big treasure you found?" There was a bit of pride in the voice of the bronze eagle head, and it seemed that it had misunderstood what Ian meant by the big treasure.
Obviously.
This knocker doesn't know everything about Hogwarts' secrets.
"What is he studying?" Ian tried to rub the back of his hand a few times, and then used magic to try to remove this curse-like mark.
“Studying something very profound.”
The Bronze Eagle Head’s response did not satisfy Ian.
"You don't know, right?" Ian used the provoking method to deal with the bronze eagle head. However, who would have thought that the bronze eagle head nodded calmly.
“Yes, I only know that before Salazar Slytherin left, he said that he left a little surprise for future generations of reckless people. I think what you got is his little surprise. Surprise.”
The Bronze Eagle Head finally revealed some useful information.
"Little surprise? It won't be poisonous, right?" Ian even poured some of Voldemort's great-aunts and uncles on his hands, but it failed to remove or even suppress the green runes on the back of his hands.
He suspected that the Slytherin blood in the Gaunt family might be impure.
"Who knows, I am just a bird after all."
The tone of the bronze eagle head was extremely calm. After a pause, it spoke in a threatening tone, "But Salazar Slytherin was said to be furious at that time.”
Ian was not intimidated.
"Wake up, you are just a metal door knocker carved into a bird." He counterattacked without showing any weakness, and his sharp words made the bronze eagle head feel melancholy.
"How do you know that I was not a bird? Maybe it's just that my brain was installed in the door knocker. If you give me a pair of wings, I will definitely fly and show you."
"Of course, it's also possible that I'm just a knocker who fantasizes about being a bird. It's possible, maybe you can crack open my skull to see if there is a brain inside."
The mental state of the bronze eagle head has become a lot weirder, which reminds Ian of the awakening of artificial intelligence. , he didn’t know if this was related to the fact that he often communicated with this guy.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't matter. After all, the bronze eagle head should have communicated with people for a thousand years. Perhaps it was the accumulation of a thousand years that made it have random thoughts.
"I want to study your manufacturing process, but not now." Ian saw someone opening the door. The little wizards of Ravenclaw who were seriously involved always got up very early. .
"Good morning, Ian."
The third-grade square-headed senior said hello to Ian.
“Have a nice day, cool-looking senior.”
Since the other person had never attended his own small class, Ian did not remember the senior's name, but this did not prevent his exclamation from making the third-grade senior smile.
Sometimes the handling of interpersonal relationships is so simple-limited to school.
"Don't you want to continue chatting?" Seeing Ian slip in through the door opened by his senior, the bronze eagle's tone was full of regret and resentment.
"Can you tell me how to figure out what it is?" Ian pressed against the door and raised his hand. He felt that the founder of Hogwarts would not place any curse on future generations of students, just like the baby basilisk did not stay to eliminate Muggle students but to protect the school.
In the era when the founders were living, it was quite dangerous to open such a school. The many secret passages in Hogwarts actually also facilitated the retreat of teachers and students when the school was invaded. The basilisk was originally supposed to be a guardian, but it was later used in the wrong place by Voldemort.
"I'm just a bird."
The bronze eagle head once again emphasized that he did not know everything.
Ian sighed regretfully.
"I'm just a little wizard who is about to start class." After all, he did not continue to deepen the conflict between himself and the bronze eagle head, and found a reasonable excuse to leave.
Since there were already two classes in the morning, Ian put all the textbooks he needed under his creaking nest, and then woke up his two roommates with a slap in the face.
"Oh! No! Rebecca and I just gave birth to our baby!" Michael didn't know what he was regretting. He seemed to want to live a happy life in his dream.
"Did you not come back last night?" William seemed to have not dreamed last night. He just looked at Ian's unchanged bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked into the bathroom.
"I was still trying to study secretly while you were sleeping." Ian put some psychological pressure on William, and William looked extremely uncomfortable with a confused expression.
He is most afraid of this kind of thing.
"Why do you have to work so much harder than us when you are more talented than us! Damn it! I have to study all night tonight!" William really put his determination into time.
On the way to the auditorium for breakfast, he had already started to read the textbook, even the "History of Magic" that no one wanted to learn, presumably because he wanted to win at least once in this subject that everyone despised.
I have to say that the little idea is quite subtle.
“Eat this! This is delicious!”
“Don’t grab my cream cake!”
“Why would someone put chili pepper in the cake!?”
Everyone was feasting in front of the long table full of delicious food. Ian only ate half a catty of mutton patties and three cups of extra sour lemonade because he had some food last night.
He has been paying attention to the owls that delivered letters today, which allowed him to see that many little wizards received howling letters, but the volume of those letters was far less than that of the Weasley mother.
Molly Weasley's roaring letter was simply overwhelming, overshadowing the roaring letters written by other parents of little wizards. Ian didn't know if it was because the twins were caught wandering at night, or because of one of them A man broke his wand, and all he heard was Molly Weasley's loud rant about having the broken wand repaired.
This mother who has raised many children obviously does not want to pay for new wands for the twins, or may not be able to afford them, which leads one of the twins to help their younger brother Ron experience the trial battle in advance The sour feeling brought by the damaged wand - when Ian saw the twins, their faces were ashen and he wanted to crawl into the floor.
Although he heard last night that Fred's wand was crushed, no one can be sure who is who between these two people. God knows whether they used each other's when they went out at night. name.
This is in line with the brilliance of humanity that most people use the name of a good friend when they do bad things.
“There is really no update!”
It was not without reason that Ian kept observing the owls delivering messages. Until everyone had finished eating and started to leave the auditorium, he did not see any of them delivering messages. Owl from the Daily Prophet.
The Daily Prophet has ceased publication!
The action efficiency of more than ten saints is really high!
"Obviously, the Daily Prophet did not predict what trouble it would cause... This is really a joke from hell." Ian feels that the value of the view that "authoritative people are generally the least authoritative" is still rising.
During the boring flying lesson in the morning, he had been wondering whether there would be a "Daily Prophet" in the future, or whether the "Daily Prophet" would be turned into a "Daily Prophet" by the Saints. Japanese threats"?
"Pay attention, Mr. Prince, do you still want to be banned from taking flying lessons by me?" Mrs. Rolanda Hooch interrupted Ian's thoughts.
She was talking about how to deal with some dangerous flight situations. These are some commonplaces, and they are explained so solemnly, presumably because a little wizard really tried to install a lightning rod on a flying broomstick.
“Is there such a good thing?”
Ian was overjoyed at first, and then saw the speechless expression on Rolanda Hooch's face, and immediately changed his words, "I mean I really feel very sorry."
said.
He put down his flying broom "reluctantly" and prepared to rush towards the castle to study in the library. He never thought that Rolanda Hooch was just trying to scare him.
“Stop!”
Mrs. Rolanda Hooch caught up with Ian on a flying broomstick.
"Go back and listen carefully, you troublemaker!" She caught Ian and took him back to the little wizard's queue. After all, Ian's plan to skip class by pretending to be stupid was not successful.
In the next lecture.
The flying class teacher even focused on Ian. After explaining many knowledge points, he had to question Ian. Ian had to brace himself to remember Mrs. Huo Qi’s Every word.
"I will focus on your grades at the end of the semester!" Mrs. Hooch was obviously worried about Ian's flying learning. She was not aware of Ian's alchemical plan to eliminate flying broomsticks. .
“I think I fly pretty well...”
Ian felt that Mrs. Huo Qi's worry about him probably stemmed from the fact that she was not at the Forbidden Forest yesterday. Otherwise, he would have been given a special approval for a perfect score at the end of the semester.
Under the intense attention of Mrs. Huo Qi, a not so pleasant flying lesson ended. In the end, Ian was left to educate him alone.
"Every year I encounter thorns like you, and when they break their legs, they all regret it." Mrs. Huo Qi tried to educate Ian with sincerity.
I never thought about it.
The little wizard took out a bottle of magic potion that could repair broken limbs.
"I think they need this."
Ian also knows that Mrs. Huo Qi is doing it for his own good, but it's just that she has always practiced ultra-low-altitude flying, which is not in line with the high-efficiency learning he has always implemented. model.
“…”
Mrs. Huo Qi’s expression is very wonderful.
She was silent for a long time before she continued, "Although your potion seems to be of good quality, it can only reshape broken limbs. After some dangerous situations, you don't even drink the potion. No chance...such as falling from a high altitude."
She hasn't finished speaking yet.
Ian took out his wand and created a glider behind his back.
“????”
Mrs. Huo Qi was speechless and didn’t know how to answer. She didn't understand why the little wizard who was excellent in other classes could never excel in her class.
"I'm sorry, Professor, did I think too carefully?" Ian revoked his magic and looked at Mrs. Huo Qi with an expression full of tea.
"..."
Mrs. Huo Qi only felt that her teaching career had faced the biggest challenge. She even missed the students who secretly made dangerous flights.
At least other pricks want to learn, right?
In the next ten minutes, Mrs. Huo Qi seemed to have guessed Ian's purpose, and began to try to arouse Ian's interest in learning in various ways. Ian felt the teacher's good intentions, but after Mrs. Hooch let him go, he still felt a little regretful that Mrs. Hooch was not as easily angry as Snape.
"Maybe next time I should learn from Malfoy and steal other people's things." Ian really hopes to be completely banned from taking flying lessons, and his irritating behavior is not his real intention Wanting to go against Mrs. Hooch, he just felt that he could gain a lot more magic proficiency by spending his flying lesson time in the library.
There is a saying that Ian's idea is a little too scientific, and God may not agree with it, so he was punished by Snape after he was late for Potions class.
Not only was he unable to team up with Aurora to make the potion, but he also had to complete the homework under Snape's nose. After finishing it three times in one go, Snape criticized him for inferior potion. Get back to work again.
Snape is also very clever. Ever since the incident with Peeves, I haven’t seen him say that Ian’s potion has no soul. He only knows how to use Knockturn Alley and doesn’t sell it. A quality potion taunts Ian.
Since the punishment last night was not completed as required, Ian could only endure it for the fourth time. It was not until the other little wizards had dismissed his potion that he got Snape's. He snorted in approval. However, just when Ian was about to leave quickly, Snape still had no intention of letting him go completely.
"I remember I reminded you that you cannot use magic when cleaning the toilet... Tonight, you need to clean it again." Snape blocked the door of the classroom in advance.
"But all the toilets are clean now!" Ian regretted that he did not choose to climb out of the window. He could only retort to Snape with reason.
However.
Snape was already prepared for this. He waved his wand and pulled a large bucket over from under the podium, "Then put a layer of wax on all toilets!"
This is absolutely He had to find something to make Ian accept punishment even if he had nothing to do.
"Wax the toilet?"
Ian has never seen such an outrageous operation in his life.
He thought this was ridiculous enough.
Unexpectedly, Snape showed a half-smiling expression, giving him another shock, "In order to prevent you from showing off your bad habits of cheating and sneaking while I'm not paying attention, these wax They are things I brewed specially for you. Your magic cannot control them to automatically complete the work that should be yours.”
What a magic potion to boil wax!
Ian tried it unbelievingly, but he really couldn't control the wax oil in the vat. The wax oil seemed to have some substances added to it that were difficult to interact with magic.
"You actually use this material to wax the toilet!?"
Ian was confused.
Snape was very satisfied when he saw his expression.
"To deal with a treacherous and lazy kid like you, we have to use some special methods." He shook his cloak and left Ian and the bucket of wax in the classroom.
“……”
Ian felt Snape's malice and determination to make himself uncomfortable. He felt very uncomfortable, and began to wonder if this was related to his disobedience in the last flying lesson.
“I have been punished by karma!”
Ian’s luck may not be very good today. He just put the wax oil into his large-capacity wallet and went out. As soon as I walked out of the classroom door and turned a corner, I met the real broom star.
The sunlight outside the window shone into the corridor. In the bright light, a figure with a coil of garlic wrapped around his waist and a large bandage on his butt walked towards him.
Chilo, the twenty-five-year-old boy.
He may have treated the injury on his butt long ago, but he certainly couldn't let anyone know about it, so after being attacked physically by the little wizard, Ice and Fire, he had been pretending that his butt injury was very serious. It's hard to imagine. What kind of determination to endure the humiliation made Voldemort willing to be wrapped in a bandage.
"Good afternoon, Professor Quirrell."
Ian found that after seeing him, Quirrell's movements were slightly stagnant, his expression was a little panicked, and he didn't know Did Voldemort tell this young boy their story?
"Hello... hello, little wizard."
Professor Quirrell also stammered in response when he met Ian.
"You look a little nervous?"
Ian tried to calm Quirrell's emotions.
"No...no, I'm just a little weak." Quirrell's eyes were evasive, and he tried to change the subject, "You...won't you go to the auditorium for lunch?"
Very poor topic changing skills.
Ian smiled.
"I plan to go to the library to study. I ate too much last night and I have some food." He really wanted to go to the library to study alchemy.
"You are really a little wizard who loves learning. Your persistence in knowledge is destined to surpass those mediocre people." Quirrell's voice suddenly became normal.
“It’s my honor to be praised by you, Professor.”
Ian still had a smile on his face. He realized that the person he was talking to now might not be Quirrell, but On the surface, there is no unnatural reaction.
“This is not a compliment, just stating the facts. Of course, I also want to remind you that in the process of chasing magic, don’t try to be arrogant and involve too much black magic, such as the 60th Forbidden Book Zone The books in the second row can easily corrode the souls of those with weak minds.”
Quirrell, or Voldemort who had gained control of his body, reminded Ian in a serious and thoughtful tone, that kind of coherent speech without any stuttering.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian didn't think that Voldemort was really kind in reminding him. He could see that Voldemort was playing psychology with him, trying to induce him to learn those abilities. Soul-corrupting magic.
Borrowing books kills people.
The Dark Lord's heart is really dirty.
"You must remember that those magics can certainly bring powerful power, but most learners will only fall into the abyss. Don't feel how special you are."
Voldemort controls the wizard Luo's body, after speaking with a profound tone, wanted to raise his hand to pat Ian's shoulder, but Ian quickly dodged it.
"Sorry, Professor, I have mysophobia." Of course, Ian has been guarding against Voldemort's tricks. He had both hands in the pockets of his robes, one hand holding his wand, and the other He was holding a bottle of anti-magic potion made from old bones. Anyway, it contained either Voldemort's aunt or Voldemort's uncle.
"It's a good habit. For people who make potions, being mysophobic is not a bad thing." Quirrell looked at Ian deeply, and then continued to walk forward.
His back gradually moved away.
Ian kept watching Quirrell disappear from sight before looking back.
"It's a pity... I don't know what Dumbledore wants to do, otherwise I would definitely have to help Hogwarts purify the air." Ian hated the smell of garlic in the air.
If he hadn't been worried that there were many young wizards around here, which might affect innocent people, he would definitely have to play Lin Zhengying's role and use the [Soul Furnace] to save the souls that should not remain in the world.
"That's too much. You can jump better than me. No one is allowed to dance like that in Hogwarts." Ian knew very well how much malice Voldemort had towards him in the simple exchange just now.
This Dark Lord, whose brain is suspected to be broken, may not be too completely broken. He used a lot of psychological knowledge about "reverse psychology" in his conversation with Ian.
Not very clever.
However, for teenagers, it is definitely an extremely useful guidance method. What children of this age like to do most is to try things that others advise not to do.
Especially coupled with some hints of "failure of mind", "arrogance" and "don't think you are different", if Ian is really just a young wizard with outstanding talent and no setbacks, Thinking of Quirrell as a Hogwarts professor, he would most likely be fooled because of his unconvinced attitude.
"The 62nd row in the forbidden book area is full of curses. The books themselves even carry curses. No wonder he wants to use this method to get rid of me without anyone noticing." Ian He knew more about the Restricted Area than the Ravenclaw lounge, and Voldemort's little thoughts seemed simply ridiculous to him.
The guy who claims to conquer the world only dares to use this method to plot against others?
"Ms. Ravenclaw is right, the damn Dark Lord is just playing the tricks of some underworld gangsters." After Ian withdrew his gaze, he quickly walked towards the library.
The research on the Resurrection Stone made him full of motivation, but it was not particularly easy to find books related to the God of Death in the huge library.
Even though Ian is already very familiar with the library, he still only knows the types of books he has studied before. He rarely knows about the legendary existence of Death.
In fact.
In the entire wizarding world, among the many wizards throughout the ages, even the best wizards, very few would mention information related to the God of Death in their works.
One afternoon, among the books that Ian found, except for some horrifying stories with ups and downs, there was no clue at all about the Resurrection Stone and the making of the Resurrection Stone.
“I almost vomited after reading the story of the three brothers of Death!” After reading more than ten different versions of the story of the three brothers, Ian had no choice but to temporarily give up research and go to class.
The afternoon class was uneventful. Except for Professor McGonagall who left the classroom in a hurry after class, everything else was no different from daily life.
After dinner.
Ian first went to the Room of Requirement to adjust the potion he had brewed, and then put on the evil clothes again and began to complete the tasks assigned by Snape to make things difficult for him.
Almost all the little wizards have returned to the lounge to rest, so there will not be any embarrassing situation of accidentally bumping into someone. It is worth mentioning that in the abandoned women's toilet on the second floor, Ian did not find a chance to explain to Myrtle. , as soon as the ghost saw him entering it, he immediately got into the toilet in horror.
“I’m not who you think I am!”
Ian knew that Myrtle had heard his Parseltongue and had some stereotypical misunderstandings about him, but he didn’t Before she could speak, Myrtle slipped along the toilet and disappeared somewhere.
"I'm taking a scapegoat for Tom, right? Rounding things off, he framed me. In this way, he should also be the fuel to help me practice."
Ian He ended his "confinement" punishment by carrying more than half of the barrel of wax oil. He had always been frugal when using wax oil, in order to use the "convenience of his position" to sell the remaining materials.
The material value of this thing is not low when it is extracted. That is to say, a wealthy man like Snape who has a lot of money will spend a lot of money to add it to wax oil just to prevent Ian from being lazy.
"I wish I could be so wealthy. Hey, if those bricks in the underground palace are really gold, I can fulfill my wish to take a bath with the elixir." Ian Returning to the door of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, his current situation only allowed him to take a bath in the free hot spring water.
“Huh?”
Ian skillfully tried to open the Room of Requirement, only to find that the Room of Requirement did not appear. After trying it twice, he realized that the Room of Requirement was occupied. .
“Who could it be?”
Ian only shared this place with Aurora. Could it be that Aurora was secretly brewing truth serum in there? Just when he felt a little confused and wanted to ask the stupid Barnabas who was beaten by the troll.
“Crash~!”
The door appeared.
There was also the sound of toilet flushing inside. The next moment, just as Ian was shocked at how someone could use the Room of Requirement to go to the toilet, the door was opened by someone inside.
“Huh?”
When Ian saw the person coming out of the Room of Requirement, his expression was somewhat unexpected. He thought the person going to the toilet inside would be Aurora or Dumbledore.
"Have you occupied your room? It seems that this place cannot be used by two people at the same time." Grindelwald, who came out, was applying something similar to hand cream on his hands.
“You use the Room of Requirement as a toilet?” Ian looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him. He was a little shocked that someone who just came to be a professor this semester could actually find the Room of Requirement.
"Child, you have to understand the elderly." Grindelwald said humorously. He looked back at the fading wall with an expression of amazement.
“This school does have more foundation than I imagined.” Obviously, the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where Grindelwald studied should not have a place like the Room of Requirement.
"It's amazing that you can find it." Ian sighed sincerely. You know, even the deans of Hogwarts rarely know about this secret Hufflepuff cabin.
"I may need to go to the toilet more often and I can't hold it in any longer, but I think I'm not that old yet that I can't see well, but I see you coming in and out here often."< br>
Grindelwald’s reply puzzled Ianton. He quickly ran to the guardrail and looked down, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was not within sight.
"I have a crystal ball."
Grindelwald stepped forward to clarify Ian's confusion. "..."
Ian looked at the old man with Lockhart's appearance next to him speechlessly. He originally thought that Grindelwald was the Hogwarts Danzo, but he never thought that the other party would say this openly. words that invade other people's privacy.
"I would like to call you Witch Shadow." Ian remembered that in the "Legend of Blood" he had watched before, there was a character named Naruto who had a similar bad habit of peeping.
"Aurora said that you always say things you don't understand. Tsk tsk, it's true." Grindelwald waved his hand and planned to walk towards the direction of the stairs.
“Wait a moment, Professor.”
After weighing it, Ian raised his hand to stop Grindelwald.
“Do you want to ask about the Daily Prophet? Don’t worry, this newspaper will start to be published again after a while. I just asked people to train them and let them know what they should have. What kind of professionalism?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows briskly and stopped.
"Can I let them publish my work?" Of course this was not Ian's intention in stopping Grindelwald, but Grindelwald gave him the opportunity to take out one of his articles.
[On the Importance of Health Potions]
This is a magnificent article written by Ian using his spare time under his excellent business foresight. It is what he plans to do in the future. Preparatory promotional materials for the Diagon Alley store opening.
I just haven't found the right opportunity to spread it out.
"I think these nonsense things are far from being called... works." Grindelwald flipped through Ian's article, and his expression gradually became a little weird.
However, he did not refuse Ian's request.
“There must be wizards who believe that this is enough.” Ian actually has another article [On the Impact of Traditional Magic Potions on the Probability of Squibs], but he hasn’t found the time to finish it yet.
"I will do this for you. Who makes me like to help the little wizard." Grindelwald put away the parchment handed over by Ian and did not ask Ian why he did this.
"If you can also teach me the inscriptions on the Resurrection Stone, I think I will thank you every time I dream." Ian quickly took out the runes he picked off the Resurrection Stone.
As for who else he could exchange information about the Resurrection Stone with, he was probably the only Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in front of him who led him to find the Resurrection Stone and gave it to him.
"Who helped you analyze this?" Grindelwald looked at the runes drawn by Ian on more than ten pieces of parchment, and couldn't help but look at the little wizard beside him in surprise.
"Of course it's me!" Ian answered confidently. Ms. Ravenclaw just pointed out the research direction for him, and he had to study hard on the refining technique of taking off the Resurrection Stone.
“Tsk, tsk, I asked you not to use it, but you started studying its production process instead... I have to say, it seems that you are also quite talented in alchemy, but you just want to study this This thing is too dangerous." Grindelwald looked at Ian deeply.
"I just love learning. No alchemist can resist the temptation to analyze the Deathly Hallows." Of course, Ian could not tell Grindelwald his true intention.
Grindelwald did not doubt his statement.
“Any outstanding achievement comes from curiosity and persistence beyond ordinary people.” He obviously recognized Ian’s boldness, but there was an expression of regret on his face.
"I applaud your thirst for knowledge, but I can't help you in this regard for the time being." Grindelwald's face showed a look of reminiscence, "I was once like you. This was an attempt to study the transcendent mysteries of the Deathly Hallows, and at that time I happened to be holding another Deathly Hallows.”
He was obviously talking about the Elder Wand.
Ian had seen it in Dumbledore's memory.
"So, you haven't found a way to research these runes?" Ian already knew the result, but he still asked reluctantly.
"That's right."
Grindelwald's nodded answer was within Ian's expectation. However, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor lowered his head and looked at the parchment in his hand. There was a slight pause in his tone.
"But I can try to help you with research. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen such alchemical runes." Grindelwald's words were somewhat beyond Ian's expectation. .
"Didn't you say that you had studied...another Deathly Hallows?"
Ian felt a little stunned.
Is the refining technique on the Elder Wand another system?
"Not everyone is as unique and unique as you." Grindelwald's voice was filled with emotion, and he carefully put Ian's parchment into his robe.
There are two completely different levels of cherishment than when we treat Ian's masterpiece.
"You are qualified to pry into this secret, which shows that my choice is indeed right." Grindelwald looked very happy, and he seemed to have given up the idea of going back to sleep. Just when Ian was still wondering whether the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and other wizards in front of him could not directly see the refining method from the Resurrection Stone.
"Do you have time to improve your sharp fire?"
Grindelwald suddenly said to Ian in a brisk tone.
"Its performance was indeed good before, but...I think there are still some flaws that can be corrected." The sudden invitation to teach caught Ian off guard.
“Of course there is time!”
Ian gave up his original plan without hesitation.
You can take a hot bath anytime.
Grindelwald personally taught the Fire Curse. If you missed this village, you would not have this shop.
......
Just when Ian followed Grindelwald into the Room of Requirement.
The other side of the eighth floor.
In the principal's office at Hogwarts, Grindelwald was sent away and the administrator Filch who submitted the "sentence" application was sent away. Dumbledore, who was busy with his affairs, finally had time to sit down and have a drink. Tea.
Of course.
Black tea, whose leaves have not changed, even if more sugar is added to it and becomes a drink that can provide a special medicine for diabetes, Dumbledore still cannot feel happy after drinking it now.
“How could it be that he didn’t take it!”
Obviously.
Albus Dumbledore is still thinking about his missing things. There is a simple envelope on the table in front of him, but there is nothing else in the opened envelope except a letter. .
There should be a group photo inside.
"Did you really not see what he took?" Dumbledore looked up at the portraits of the principals. All the people in the portraits shook their heads helplessly.
"You have asked us this question dozens of times. We only saw the little wizard give him a gadget, but we did not see him take any photos from your precious envelope."
The tone of several principals was a bit impatient.
“He didn’t take away the photo, and you told me that no one else had ever been close to the place where I kept the letters... Perhaps, you were cast under some kind of spell without knowing it.”
Dumbledore frowned, his expression a little solemn.
"No one can cast a forgetting spell on a portrait, Dumbledore, this is not realistic, we are not real lives." One of the principals said with certainty.
"Yes, unless someone can change reality and change the basic rules of magic." The portrait of Phineas Black sneered and mocked Dumbledore for being foolish.
"You are right."
Just when Dumbledore couldn't sit still and stood up to rummage around in the office, there was a gentle knock on the door of the principal's office. Door sounds.
"Minerva, come in."
Dumbledore quickly sorted out the bookshelf that he had rummaged through, adjusted his expression, and made a With a calm look, he looked up at Professor McGonagall who was walking inside.
"I checked all the stone statues in the school, and none of them showed signs of being awakened." Professor McGonagall had a slightly worried look on her tired face.
The reason why she was in such a hurry to finish class in the afternoon was found.
"Maybe it was a wrong feedback from Hogwarts." Dumbledore sat back in his chair with a smile on his face without any worry.
His optimism made Professor McGonagall frown even more.
"We all know that Hogwarts never goes wrong. Someone must have used that magic last night." Professor McGonagall stared at the principal in front of her with extremely serious eyes.
"Even if Voldemort is resurrected, he will not be able to command the school's guards. That requires authority, and so far only you and I, the two professors, have this authority."
Dumbledore still responded with a smile. His deep eyes were as calm as a deep lake behind the mirror frame, causing Professor McGonagall to subconsciously avoid looking at him.
"Yes, only the two of us have the authority, and I definitely don't have sleepwalking problems... So, who is it?" Professor McGonagall sighed heavily.
"According to the rules left by the founder of the school, guards can only be activated in times of crisis. I have always followed the rules, and until today I have not used that magic!"
Her tone was clear. Even with a bit of dissatisfaction.
"It's not me. I'm not so stupid that I can't remember what I did." Dumbledore actually had a guess in his mind, but Professor McGonagall's angry look made him choose to shake his head.
Perhaps the current head of Gryffindor could not match him in magical attainments, but Dumbledore was still a little afraid of the accusations that the older catgirl might make all night long.
A few meters away.
Dumbledore felt Professor McGonagall’s resentment
“So, don’t you need to work with me to find out what went wrong last night? I really I'm very worried that someone has broken the magic left by the founder." Professor McGonagall didn't know whether she should believe Dumbledore's words. She had also realized that Dumbledore was always very strange recently.
Confronting Professor McGonagall's proposal.
Dumbledore just continued to smile.
“We must believe in the magic left by the founder, and we must also believe that our founder is strong enough. Maybe last night it was just that the stone statues were tired of staying in one place and wanted to move around.”
< br>He tried to get by with a self-consciously humorous rhetoric.
"I'm not kidding you, Albus, if there is any dangerous person who sneaks into Hogwarts, we need to take our responsibility for the safety of the students."
< br>It’s just that the older cat lady is very serious about checking for hidden dangers.
"Of course I understand this, so please believe me, Minerva, Hogwarts is definitely much safer now than ever before."
Dumbledore also responded extremely seriously, Finally, Professor McGonagall felt a little more at ease.
“Something is wrong with Quirrell.”
She revealed the reason why she was so worried and cautious. The mysterious person and strange professor who were not found in the Forbidden Forest yesterday would certainly allow Professor McGonagall to find some clues.
"Well, I know that, and I hope you will pretend to know nothing like me." Dumbledore nodded, making Professor McGonagall's eyes widen.
"Sure enough, it's on him!"
Professor McGonagall was just in a state of uncertainty just now.
"It's already very obvious, isn't it? I still need to know something from him, so we can't alert the enemy in the first place." Dumbledore reminded him calmly.
"Aren't you afraid that the little wizards will be harmed due to negligence? That's...but the mysterious man! Have you forgotten the killings he has committed and his madness?" Mai Professor Ge frowned and looked at Dumbledore with extreme dissatisfaction.
Dumbledore's eyes did not avert.
"There are many eyes staring at him, and he will not and will not dare to do anything that will really anger me until the hope he wants to pursue has not been achieved or shattered."
This The most powerful white wizard of this century spoke with certainty.
"He is a madman... Are you also crazy if you expect a madman to have reason and judgment?" Professor McGonagall's understanding of Voldemort is obviously not as good as Dumbledore's.
Dumbledore stood up and walked to the window, "He is crazy, but he is not completely crazy yet, so he knows what he can and cannot do."
" When he doesn't have enough cards, I think he will still let himself be that refined and self-interested student...that smart person who sees what Hogwarts means to me."
Dumbledore's tone was somewhat indescribable.
"You are gambling."
Professor McGonagall didn't know what Dumbledore was seeking. She still didn't approve of Dumbledore's crazy move. She only thought it was Dumbledore's crazy move. Lido is risking the lives of the little wizards.
"Maybe... this is the best way I can think of." Dumbledore's voice also contained a hint of helplessness. He could only fish like this if he wanted to get the location of other Horcruxes. .
Tell the truth.
This is actually not that much of an adventure.
"Nothing should affect innocent children, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall also reminded with a sigh, knowing that she could not change the decision that Dumbledore had made.
"I am not a qualified principal, but I will ensure the safety of all little wizards." Dumbledore nodded and made a promise. Professor McGonagall shook her head and left after he hesitated several times. office.
The room became silent again.
Dumbledore was still standing alone in front of the window.
"Is it worth it?"
He murmured quietly.
It was like asking about the portraits of other principals in the room, and it was also like questioning myself. There was no response from the principal. Soon, Dumbledore raised his head again with firm eyes.
"This is not only to find other hidden Horcruxes, but also to find a way to ensure the survival of the child." Dumbledore looked outside the window.
Beside the Black Lake.
Also has a child.
She is practicing some kind of spell that keeps failing. Aurora would often practice magic next to the Black Lake, something Dumbledore had always known.
Nothing more.
This time the talented little witch obviously encountered a setback.
"Looks like you could use some help...my apprentice."
Carried by Phoenix.
Dumbledore's figure appeared behind Aurora.
……
Grindelwald’s teachings are indeed precious.
Ian's [Fire Curse] proficiency increased almost like a rocket. The teachings in "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed" are obviously far inferior to Grindelwald's words and deeds in the Room of Requirement.
Hours of practice.
Ian was already approaching the level of awakening the extraordinary characteristics of [Fire Fire Curse]. If he hadn't slept for two nights, he would have continued to practice hard all night long no matter what.
“Another day of getting stronger.”
Ian fell asleep contentedly in the Room of Requirement. The sweet sleep made him feel refreshed the next day. On his personal panel The level and proficiency of the Fire Spell are even more inflated.
【Fire Curse (Level 4) 728/800】
Just when Ian was eating breakfast and felt that he was terribly strong, an angry Snape rushed into the auditorium and slapped him on the back of the head in full view of everyone.
"What did you do to the bathroom in Hogwarts!"
The voice of the Head of Slytherin House was filled with uncontrollable annoyance.
"Waxing, isn't that your request?" Ian touched the back of his head and stood up quickly, keeping distance from Snapa who seemed to be angry.
His unconvinced look made Snape lose his mind even more!
"I asked you to wax the floor! Not the toilet!" roared Snape as he chased Ian around the house, his robes and butt showing the same color as his hair.
Shiny and shiny.
"I have been very careful! If you don't believe it, go to the toilet and wash your face. I also waxed the faucet!" The flexible little wizard quickly shook the big bat away.
Young people just run fast.
The middle-aged greasy professor simply couldn’t catch up.
certainly.
In the race against each other, Ian did win, but in other aspects, such as the potions class in the morning, he obviously no longer had the qualifications and courage to study.
Forced to skip class, Ian dove into the library and continued to try to seek help from alchemy knowledge - of course the library was deserted during class time.
Mrs. Pince was not as guarded against Ian as she was guarded against other little wizards. She was originally reading Lockhart's books. When she saw Ian walking into the library, she just looked up and then became immersed again. In Lockhart's adventures. Ian was neither reminded nor asked why he skipped class.
This may already be a routine operation for Ian in her opinion.
Ian went straight into the forbidden book area that other young wizards were not allowed to set foot in, and started today's research. His ability in this area also achieved a breakthrough through serious study.
[Ancient Alchemy (Level 5] 1/1600]
The skill that reaches level 5 means the awakening of extraordinary characteristics, which is just called [Ultralimited Alchemy] The extraordinary characteristics obviously cannot allow Ian to overcome the difficulty of the resurrection stone. Question.
Of course.
This is not to say that this extraordinary characteristic is useless, on the contrary, it is one that allows Ian to make alchemical creations that exceed the material limit. Incredible characteristics.
Not only does it prevent Ian's alchemical creations from being copied to produce the same effect, it also allows him to use materials that would otherwise be impossible to use to create his own unique technique.
"I have become stronger again, but now I just want to intercept what I want." There are dozens of books stacked in front of Ian, and they are only improving his alchemy proficiency.
Perhaps Grindelwald's remarks last night were not wrong. Even the alchemists who have obtained the Deathly Hallows in history seem to be unable to "see" what he sees in the Hallows. rune structure.
Ian really found such an alchemist, but the other person only lamented that the Deathly Hallows did not belong to human creations. The rest of his book was devoted to exploring the possibility of the existence of gods.
"Trash book! What's the point of reading you!" Ian put the book with the mouth on the cover that could boast back into the restricted book area, along with all the books he had just read.
Although he was complaining that he was wasting time by being fooled by the inexplicable book, he still did not throw it away randomly. Perhaps this was the reason why Mrs. Pince was extremely relieved about him.
It has been a long time since school started. As for Mrs. Pince, she has already become familiar with all the new little wizards who have entered the school. She knows who can be more relaxed and who must be guarded at all times.
“Are you looking for something that you can’t get again?”
Suddenly.
Just as Ian stepped on his feet to pull out other books, a sudden joking voice sounded from behind him. Looking back, he saw Alchemy Professor Arthur King standing in front of the bookshelf.
"Good morning, Professor."
Ian grabbed the book that he thought might be helpful. He had no intention of asking for advice from this elusive alchemy professor in Hogwarts. .
Different from Grindelwald.
God knows if the other party will have any greedy thoughts about the Deathly Hallows.
"If you have any questions about alchemy, I might just have time to give you some advice." Alchemy Professor Arthur King's eyes fell on the book in Ian's hand.
"The Rules of Life and Death: Exploring the Forbidden Alchemy Road"
Faced with the alchemy professor's initiative, Ian only hesitated for a moment, and immediately shook his head and chose to refuse. After all, he was not the same as the professor in front of him. Not that familiar.
I have never really understood who the other party is.
"I just learned it casually."
Ian held "The Rules of Life and Death: Exploring the Forbidden Alchemy Road" in his arms. This book cannot speak. But it will run away, and he must hold it tightly to prevent the book from falling away.
"What an unpleasant boy, you are not afraid of feeling sorry for it."
Arthur King was obviously also a proud professor. He did not continue to insist, he just shrugged and responded softly, then turned around Leave the bookshelf in this forbidden book area.
“School starts!”
Ian returned to the desk and chewed on the newly found book. However, he still found nothing, but he did find something in this book "The Rules of Life and Death" ": Exploring the Forbidden Alchemy Road" contains many methods of biological alchemy - the origin of this book is that an ancient alchemist lost his love, and then began to attempt to resurrect his lover through alchemy.
Of course.
In the end, he was not able to use his knowledge to save his lover. He just made himself a bunch of artificial cat girls with the personality and appearance of his lover.
In his later years, he died of not wanting his wife.
"Tsk, tsk, this is really scary. No wonder biological alchemy is called taboo, and it can turn an outstanding alchemist into a Furui control." Ian couldn't help but sigh, It is indeed from this book that I learned something.
Proficiency has improved a lot.
It’s just that after reading so many books, he probably realized more and more that whether in ancient times or modern times, there were basically no alchemists who wanted to explore the principles of making the Three Deathly Hallows.
They may not be able to see the runes on it, but it's also possible that they are not brave enough.
“Do you really need me to copy it perfectly, or try it section by section?” After returning the books, Ian returned to the Room of Requirement.
He took out his wand and prepared to copy all the runes perfectly and further process the resurrection stone template he had made before. However, just when he took out his wallet and prepared to take out the original embryo of the Resurrection Stone.
"Huh?"
A piece of paper was pulled out from the robe.
It fell to the ground.
Ian, who subconsciously bent down to pick it up, froze on the spot. He felt his scalp was numb because he saw characters on the note that he had been studying recently, which were somewhat magical.
Only one section.
The characters seem to be flowing.
Clearly visible.
(End of this chapter)