Chapter 131 130: Ian’s Wonderful Cycle
The next day.
Outside the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.
Ian just walked out of the office in the early morning with a sluggish face. He looked as if his body was seriously exhausted. This was a sign that a wizard's magic power was extremely weak.
It does not mean that a wizard can no longer release magic, but the weakness of magic power will make the wizard's magic extremely difficult to release and control, and sometimes cause the wizards to transform into the shape of Seamus, the real explosion wizard.
Of course, for Ian, it is not so out of control. He thinks the most uncomfortable part is just the kind of mental state that feels like having to cheer up for class the next day after playing all night.
In the auditorium.
On the dining table filled with a dazzling array of food, the young wizards all noticed that something was wrong with Ian. Many young wizards and even senior students in Ravenclaw were discussing his situation in whispers.
“The little professor didn’t teach us last night. What’s wrong with his sunken cheekbones and depressed spirit?”
“It’s very simple, just fall in love, my brother. This is what happens when we are in love. Sometimes I feel that the world is really unfair. My sister’s face turns rosy when she is in love.”
"I bet there must be some little bitch who used a love potion on him."
"Huh? Why didn't you tell me there was such a way earlier? Damn it, if you could tell me about it, You must have used it secretly, you are the real bitch!"
"Stop talking! This is delicious!"
"No! Grab my cream cake!”
……
Everything was happening just as Ian remembered it. Except for the rumors that had been concocted about him in advance, most things were only slightly different from the time he had experienced. Of course, maybe it's not that far apart, but after all, it's not like a replay like in "Happy Death Day".
“Even if the difference is just one less bite of pickles, does it still belong to the part that was given up by fate at the right time?” Ian stared at the food on his plate in a daze.
He never thought that at the young age of eleven, he would give up his pursuit of health care with wolfberry, red dates, and hot water, and then turn to thinking about profound philosophical issues.
As for how to break the situation, Ian is also thinking about it on his own. He is not the kind of character who would place all his hopes on others. After all, it is better to rely on oneself than relying on the sky, the ground, and the background.
"If it is really necessary to be absolutely correct, then what Dumbledore said about letting the right time flow again is obviously something that Merlin will definitely not be able to do even if he is resurrected."
"After all, even if I just take a bite of an apple, the damage to the cell wall will definitely not be intact at all." Ian quickly gnawed an apple clean.
“Of course, Teacher Morgan also said that time will smooth out those less dramatic ups and downs under the influence of fate, so maybe Dumbledore just means not to make big mistakes?”
Ian just ate a little fruit and pudding and couldn't eat anymore. It's no wonder that some people are losing weight because of their worries. This will indeed seriously affect a person's appetite.
"What's wrong with you? Eat so much?"
William took the opportunity to steal the special hot sauce in front of Ian and wrapped it on his own bread that was already covered in peanut butter, and was extremely surprised. He warmed up to Ian.
When he looked at Ian with a sincere look and worry, he even didn't forget to dip his finished hot sauce with his hand and quietly push it to Michael, the other roommate next to him. Either way, this guy is suitable for joining the Ministry of Magic. Even Hollywood can't tolerate such a smooth and smooth performance.
"I have something to worry about. Besides, Dumbledore has drained my magic power." Ian's voice was a little weak. He kept poking at the plate with his fork and he ate it clean. After the pulp, the peel is spit out of the mouth. Such little skills are something that many senior wizards want to learn but don't have the chance to learn.
"Oh! My God! Did Dumbledore drain you? This... I don't listen! I don't listen! I didn't hear anything!" Michael covered his face in surprise. ear.
There were probably two little wizards between him and Ian, so he was misled. He stuffed the overnight chicken drumstick into his mouth, and instantly showed the top facial expressions of a black man's face. .
It’s more than that.
This guy actually started to mutter something like, "Old British gentleman, it's true." God knows what shocking rumors he will spread in Hogwarts next.
Of course.
Ian doesn't care now. After all, if he can't arrive for Christmas, everything that happens now will be reset. It doesn't matter even if there are rumors that he and Snape have a child.
"I didn't think about becoming a member of the motherland, which already shows that my restraint is no weaker than Dumbledore." Ian silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
Next.
"Cough cough cough!!"
Beside him, William's face turned red and he coughed extremely violently. He held a piece of incomplete sandwich bread in his hand and kept spitting it out from his mouth. food scraps.
“Your hot sauce is poisonous!!”
William even drank three glasses of water but could not relieve the pain in his mouth.
"It's not poisonous, it just contains the extract of Carolina Reaper pepper." Ian did not turn his head, but continued to fiddle with the crushed peel on the plate with one hand while pushing the milk in front of him towards William.
This was a drink that had been placed in front of Ian a long time ago, but Ian had not taken a sip. It was obvious that the milk he had placed in front of him was not meant for him to drink.
"Why did you make this kind of ghost hot sauce for yourself!?" After William drank the milk mixed with the magic potion, his expression immediately soothed, and his face, which was as red as a monkey's butt, returned to normal visibly.
"I won't eat this stuff, I prepared it for you." Of course Ian knew that William would eat a lot of his hot sauce, which resulted in him not having enough hot sauce for dinner tonight.
After all, he has already experienced this scene in his own time. After hearing the conversation between the two people, Michael, who picked up the red bread again, silently put down the food in his hand.
The little black brother also covered the hot sauce that William pushed to his side, and then ran up to Ian with the hot pepper and returned Ian's hot sauce with both hands.
"You actually expected that I would steal your precious hot sauce. This is amazing." William's expression was a little stunned. He stared and showed a "Ron" face.
“Not only do I know that you will eat my hot sauce, I also know that the Gryffindor senior over there will be slapped by her girlfriend, and then her little lover will walk over and kick him. A kick in the crotch. "Ian usually doesn't pay much attention to the gossip in Hogwarts, but he will still be impressed by some of the more special gossip.
He is currently in a special cycle anyway. No matter what spoilers he says or what he says, in the end the people around him will not remember what he said or what he did.
Everything seems to be happening.
But everything in Dumbledore's theory will leave no trace in the end.
"I don't believe it!"
William stared at the Gryffindor table.
“I don’t believe it either!”
Michael joined the crowd of stares.
Of course, his mouth still didn't stop, and no matter what kind of food the fork picked up on the dinner plate, he kept pushing it into his mouth.
"There shouldn't be such a bloody scene."
The two of them just stared in the direction of Ian's finger. The breakfast time passed minute by minute, and just when they were about to complain, they When I was deceived by Ian.
“Pa!”
The blonde girl slapped a senior Gryffindor in anger, and just after she left angrily, the senior Gryffindor also He didn't take his eyes back.
“Pa!”
Another girl came up and raised her legs as Ian said, causing the senior Gryffindor to curl up on the ground like a shrimp with soft legs.
Some people scolded the scumbag, and the accusations of philandering came from afar. In fact, Ian felt that this senior was really wronged. After all, if you look at it from a certain angle, this senior can actually be considered a good person. Dedicated.
Blonde hair, long legs, oval face.
In the next few days, seven or eight ships will be exposed one after another, and all of them, without exception, perfectly meet these three characteristics. Isn't this another form of single-mindedness?
“It’s actually true!”
Michael and William's eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
"How did you know?"
William immediately turned around and looked at Ian.
"My friend, isn't it obvious? The answer is simple, of course it is a prophecy. You didn't expect that I, sleeping in the bed next to you, am also a prophet hidden in the crowd." Ian Try to do something that you have never done before. This is the order from Albus Dumbledore.
The little wizard didn’t know what Lao Deng wanted to do, but he pretended to be cool, stood up and left, leaving only a mysterious figure for his two stunned roommates. It felt really good.
...
Man's biggest enemy is time. Even though Ian was stuck in a loop, he felt that this sentence was still very correct, so he skipped the flying lesson that was the first lesson this morning and got into it. Room of Requirement.
Since he is now in a time loop that will constantly reset, in the copy of destiny, the academy points are no longer important. Of course, the little wizard must fully use his time where it should be used.
“It’s not that I’m self-disciplined enough, it’s that Albus Dumbledore can’t afford it. He clearly said he wanted to do things he wouldn’t normally do, but he also rejected my wish to blow up the Ministry of Magic. A wonderful proposal."
While taking out several more primitive resurrection stones and starting to process them further, Ian touched the shivering dementor next to him. He found that the dementor was becoming more and more understanding of human speech. .
"Don't worry, I won't blow up you, nor will I blow up my Hogwarts." Ian felt that not only the dementors were appeased, but the atmosphere in the Room of Requirement also changed slightly.
"Teacher Morgan just said that I can't bear her weight now, but she didn't say that I won't be able to bear her weight in the future. Pandro should also have a ring that belongs to him."
< br>"I'm sure he can still add more for me." Mian, prove my orthodoxy... The glutton has eaten so many chocolate bars and potato chips from me, so he can't even give me a little sweetness." Ian worked hard to carve the death glyph on the resurrection stone embryo. God knows what the little wizard wants to be admitted to Hogwarts.
Time is passing.
The little wizard is working hard.
After almost an hour and a half, Ian paused his work on drawing the magic text. He checked the schedule and the dementors cleaned dozens more cauldrons before leaving the Room of Requirement.
Flying class was immediately followed by Snape's potions class. Even if Ian didn't care about the college points, he had to go to class, otherwise his life would not be so comfortable in the following days.
This time.
No lateness.
We also successfully formed a team with Aurora.
There are many changes in details.
The only thing that remains unchanged is Professor Snape's sarcastic criticism.
“This potion of yours lacked the most important concentration and care. The cockroach was cut too roughly, so that the color and efficacy of your potion were affected.”
"Mr. Prince, is it your arrogance that makes you think you can deal with me casually? Ha, I think even..." Snape was about to say that Knockturn Alley doesn't sell this kind of garbage To put it bluntly, the stuff is made up.
“Here, cut this bottle finely.”
Ian immediately handed over the second bottle, which made Snape slightly stunned and his expression became a little surprised. Then, he began to try to pick the thorn in Ian's second bottle of potion.
A review.
Before it even reached the stage of ridicule, Ian handed over another potion to make up for the shortcomings. Snape finally couldn't stand it any longer and started questioning Ian loudly with a livid face.
“Are you kidding me?”
His spittle flew, but Ian quickly dodged it.
"No, Professor, after I finished the first potion, I reflected on myself and found out the shortcomings you summarized. Shouldn't you feel extremely happy about this?"
Ian's tone was sincere. , with a serious expression, but his voice was slightly louder, which attracted the eyes of students from Ravenclaw House and Slytherin House.
“…”
Snape opened his mouth.
He could feel the little wizard's cunning thoughts, but he couldn't find any words to refute for a while.
"Take it again!"
In the end, between acquiescing to Ian's words and finding other excuses to refute it, Severus Snape, the Potions Professor, chose the least thought-provoking option. The most unreasonable way to deal with it.
I can only say.
This professor really lives up to his reputation.
"Sorry, Professor, I have used up all the medicinal ingredients." Ian spread his hands without any panic, his robe was untied, and it was full of potions that should be prepared for this class.
"Damn it! When did you make the medicine!" Snape's expression changed drastically and he rushed to the medicine cabinet. He only opened it during class, but he didn't expect it to be robbed. "I didn't break any rules, just in this class." Ian saw Snape rushing in Aurora's direction, and then with his keen sense of smell, he pulled a wooden box directly from under the table.
"The Traceless Expansion Curse..."
Snape's expression was wonderful.
He saw more than twenty crucibles propped up in the wooden box at the same time. In order to prevent him from discovering them in advance, the little wizard even installed a small air purification device outside the wooden box.
"It has nothing to do with me!"
Aurora raised her hands decisively.
"..."
Snape's mood was really complicated. It was extremely difficult for one person to boil so many pots of potions at the same time, even though it was not a particularly complex formula. things.
Many potion masters are unable to accurately control the quality of potions during such simultaneous brewing, but a first-year little wizard has managed to do just that.
He should probably be happy and relieved about this.
However.
No matter how hard Snape squeezed his face, he could only squeeze out an expression of gritted teeth.
"Even if what you brewed is not a waste of potions, Hogwarts doesn't need so many bone-setting potions at all!" Snape slammed the table and everyone was trembling with anger.
"What if it is of great use? No one can tell, right, professor." Aurora suddenly raised her hand to interrupt, causing Snape to look at her and not dare to make any taunts or questions. .
Something.
The little wizard may not do it.
But the little witch may really dare.
He is the professor of Slytherin House. How can he not know the students of his own house? Big Bat flicked his sleeves and didn't stay any longer. He went elsewhere to check other people's work.
“God assists! Awesome!”
Ian sat down next to Aurora again, and he gave a thumbs up to the girl next to him.
"You can obviously make a flawless bone-setting potion, why do you still make so many defective products? Is it just to make your uncle angry?"
Aurora was quite surprised. He tilted his head in confusion.
"Of course because...this is Dumbledore's order." Of course, Ian would not admit that he was angry or not. He had a perfect shield to explain his behavior.
“Is that so?”
Aurora saw Ian nodding seriously, and she seemed thoughtful as if she understood something. To be honest, Ian targeted Snape because he knew he was about to be targeted by Snape.
No.
After Potions class.
Snape indeed left Ian as he remembered.
"I understand, you reminded me not to use magic when cleaning the toilet, so I need to clean it again tonight." Ian grabbed what Snape wanted to say.
"????"
Snape, who had his lines taken away, looked surprised again. How should I put it, fortunately, he had more than just this sentence prepared, so he immediately started arranging tasks for Ian.
“Because of your sneaky magic, the bathroom is clean enough now. You have to put a layer of wax on all toilets. I added some in it to prevent you...”
Snape found that before he even raised his hand, Ian pulled out the big bucket he had prepared from under the podium. The weird feeling he had been holding back since the beginning of class could no longer be suppressed.
“What’s going on with you!?”
Snape's expression was confused, but Ian did not answer him. He just loaded the big bucket and ran out, leaving a mysterious figure behind him.
Of course.
Snape was different from those young wizards who only knew how to marvel and were stunned. He frowned and quickly followed out. Instead of catching Ian back, he went to the auditorium and caught two of Ian's roommate.
"Tell me! What happened to Prince!" His face was inherently a strong deterrent to the little wizards. William and Michael, who were like quails, suddenly started to tremble.
“We cannot betray our friends, Professor.”
William gritted his teeth.
“Yes, this is a behavior that will be spurned.”
Michael also immediately swallowed his saliva and then agreed.
“Very well, of course I can understand protecting friends, but I hope your brain is as strong as your friendship. I think as a student of Ravenclaw House, you will not know that there is a The magic is called Legilimency, and I use it. I'm not very skilled, so I'm sure there will be some mistakes."
"Amnesia? Becoming an idiot? Well, that's probably the best case scenario..." Snape does know how to threaten the little wizard. , his words caused the expressions of Ian's two roommates to change drastically.
Michael was almost white with fear.
William also looked horrified.
"You can't do that, Professor, you will end up in Azkaban!" William shouted loudly, but their voices were drowned in the noise of the auditorium.
"Oh? Then let's make a bet?" Snape raised his wand at a slow speed. Finally, the two little wizards couldn't hold themselves still and immediately gave the answer with tears in their eyes.
"It's a prophecy! Professor! Ian has awakened the gift of prophecy! He said he is a prophet hidden in the crowd!" William weighed the pros and cons and decisively chose to betray his teammates.
He thought that this shouldn't be something that would endanger Ian's life or death. After all, the Snape in front of them was Ian's biological uncle. They had heard Ian mention this matter more than 360 times.
It’s just that I don’t like to mention it recently.
"Prophecy? Prophet?"
Snape put down the wand that he had not raised for a long time. He frowned at first, and then, there seemed to be a flash in his mind. After some inspiration, his expression suddenly changed.
The two little wizards were left on the spot by him. I saw Black Bat immediately running towards the underground office, leaving only a hurried back for William and Michael.
"What's wrong with him?"
Michael was still a little surprised and undecided, but his skin color had returned to its original color.
"Follow us and have a look?"
William is also very curious. He pulled Michael, who looked a little scared, and ran towards the basement, lying down in the corner. Watching Snape's every move.
See.
After entering the office, Snape ran out soon after, bringing back a lock of blond hair and a lock of black hair into the office.
The smell of brewing potion is gradually wafting out.
“I bet that’s Miss Grindelwald and Ian’s hair.”
Michael made his own judgment.
And William's eyes widened as if he realized something.
"That's it! It all makes sense! It all makes sense!" He exclaimed again and again as if he suddenly realized something, with a very excited and ecstatic feeling in his tone.
......
The two roommates' big battle adventure achieved good results without being discovered by Snape. On the other side, Ian was also hiding in the corner in another corridor from time to time. Observing the situation in the corridor.
He knew who he would meet in this corridor, so he made some preparations in advance. I saw that as time passed, the plainly dressed figure soon came riding the smell of garlic.
Just when Quirrell walked to the middle of the corridor.
"Bang!"
Ian pressed a small device in his hand, and the next moment, a floor under Quirrell's feet suddenly exploded. Quirrell, who was caught off guard, immediately flew up from where he was blown up. ——Dumbledore only said that he was not allowed to blow up the Ministry of Magic, but he did not say that he was not allowed to find other things to blow up.
"Professor Quirrell is on the ceiling."
Behind.
A voice of exclamation sounded.
The sound is childish.
"Yeah, I really don't know who is trying to sneak attack our professor." Ian's attention has been on Quirrell, and the wand in his hand has been raised from the beginning.
After all.
This sneak attack was not just to change his encounter with Quirrell, but more so that once Voldemort's soul came out, he could burn it by shouting "There are rats and there are dirty things" Voldemort's soul.
However.
Even though Quirrell was blown up to the ceiling and then fell hard to the ground, his buttocks were already blooming, but there was still no abnormal movement on his body.
I can only say.
Voldemort is really tolerant.
No wonder it works.
"Unfortunately, it seems that your goal has not been achieved." The voice behind him came again, but it was no longer childish, but turned into a voice that made Ian tremble all over.
"Hiss! Change your voice and make fun of me! Professor! You are the real dirty thing!" Ian turned around with a surprised expression and saw a young professor in dark green robes standing behind him.
"This is called human transfiguration, little guy." The alchemy professor Arthur King used another tone, and his throat was indeed undergoing visually clear changes.
“You are not in the library?”
Ian was a little surprised.
He was still recalling the memory of meeting Professor Arthur King in the library.
"I was planning to go."
Arthur King smiled softly.
"Okay."
Ian's knowledge of what will happen at this point in time is limited to what he has experienced, so he really doesn't know what he is doing before looking up information about the Resurrection Stone. When did the Alchemy Professor go to the library?
“Have a nice day.”
Ian was a little worried that the young professor would find out that he was the one who blew up Quirrell. Although Quirrell woke up from his coma, he didn't yell at anything but hurriedly crawled in the direction of a secret passage.
“Of course I will have a happy day.”
Arthur King didn’t seem to care about Quirrell’s intention. He walked forward, but after walking a distance, Finally, he stopped and looked back at Ian.
"However, you may not be happy...remember that I said I could help you, haha. Looking back now, do you regret rejecting me?"
The alchemy professor's tone was very light and a bit joyful.
He was saying words he shouldn't have said.
. [PS: Today, I was delayed by others. Tomorrow, I will write an extreme, big chapter. 〕
(End of this chapter)