Chapter 138 Chapter 137: New prophecy! The Sorrow of Grindelwald!
After running away from the encounter with Snape in the dark night, Ian returned to the Room of Requirement. Along the way, he reflected on the fact that he had let his guard down a little too much during his recent night walks.
“You still have to pay attention to the Marauder’s Map at all times when traveling at night.”
Ian felt that he was almost likely to be imprisoned again, even if Filch, who was traveling at night, did not dare to catch him Him, it doesn't mean that he won't bump into other professors in the dark.
No matter Professor McGonagall or the other three deans, they will not engage in malpractice for personal gain when it comes to compliance with school rules and punishments, especially Professor Snape who is more likely to add some personal emotions into it.
"There are thousands of school rules, but the most important one is not to get caught."
Ian never wants to let his good uncle catch his pigtails again. A good uncle with a toilet is really Will ask him to brush, he has had enough of being a manure picker at the beginning of each cycle.
Tell the truth.
During one of the cycles, Ian even mobilized dementors to do the work for him, thus scaring several little wizards who stayed up all night so much that they fainted.
That cycle was really a wild ride. Instead, Ian suffered more punishment from Snape. Perhaps the professor he "feared" most in Hogwarts now is his good uncle. Bar.
Snape was really good at teasing people.
"Give me these materials to process, I will complete a masterpiece soon!" Ian paid attention to the potion that kept grunting, and pushed the good substitute materials he was looking for to the dementors.
The well-trained dementors immediately started working hard and without complaint.
"嚓嚓嚓嚓嚓~"
It is more skillful and professional than many little wizards in handling potion materials. Ian looked at the dementor in surprise, and couldn't help showing a somewhat puzzled expression on his face.
"Why have you become so proficient at once?" When Ian left the Room of Requirement not long ago, this Dementor was not so skillful and professional in his attacks.
He didn't expect that it was just a few hours apart. It was as if the dementors had gone to some potion technical school for further training, and their tacit understanding with him had even improved significantly.
"You must be working hard secretly behind my back! Quietly enlighten me! Good, good! You will definitely be the king of dementors in the future!" Ian once again painted his own dementor. Got the cake.
He became more and more satisfied with the much improved non-human assistant.
[After careful preparation, your potion mastery proficiency +3]
[After carefully brewing, your potion mastery and proficiency +2]
[After you carefully brew, your potion mastery and proficiency +3]
……
< br>Next.
Having been busy for most of the night again.
In the process of continuously improving his proficiency, Ian finally completed his first attempt to verify the conjecture. This was definitely the most difficult potion he had ever brewed, except for the [Infinite Fire Potion].
Of course, if the cost is not considered, it will definitely not be so complicated. Just saving a few hundred gold galleons in half a night is definitely worth it to Ian.
Besides, just as most people have to have the right to enjoy technology, potions must also be people-oriented. Potions that are too costly cannot be considered truly good potions.
"We need to find an experimenter to test it." Ian gently shook the potion in the reagent, and in an instant, the potion that had previously been dull in color became dazzling.
The color of the potion is very eye-catching.
It seems to contain infinite starlight, exuding a feeling of intoxication and fascination. This is the secret that Ian discovered from the [Awakening] link in Teacher Morgan's love potion formula.
It can [awaken] the magic power that has fallen silent or has never been active in a wizard's body, and can provide help for those wizards whose magic power activity has been permanently damaged due to the transition of releasing magic to return to their peak.
At the same time.
The biggest role is to help Squibs gain the right to use magic - many people may not know that Squibs also have magic power in their bodies.
Some Squibs possess magical powers that are not weaker than those of powerful wizards. But compared to the magic power of normal wizards, the magic power of squibs has not been active since birth. Of course, it is also possible that the magic power is deactivated due to acquired reasons. This is why wizards may become dumb under certain circumstances.
The magic potion that Ian brewed specifically solved this problem. It is foreseeable that if the potion is taken outside, all the Squibs will definitely go crazy.
“This can definitely be exchanged for a Merlin Medal, maybe it will be a first-class Merlin Medal, and my merit will continue to skyrocket like my wallet because of this while I sleep. "
Ian believes that this potion can cause as much sensation as the [Infinite Fire Potion]. He is more courageous than Snape. Why doesn't he do something that can bring him both fame and fortune?
Benefit wizarding society.
It can also benefit yourself.
It's a win-win situation.
"It's not just about gold galleons, it will be famous for generations to come, what man would refuse?"
Ian stared at the little stars in the potion and whispered softly. He already had a plan in mind. First of all, Snape must not let Snape know about this medicine.
Otherwise, the good uncle will definitely prohibit him from tinkering with this potion just like he is prohibited from selling the [Infinite Fire Potion]. Of course, Ian can also understand the thoughts and concerns of his good uncle.
The wizarding world will inevitably undergo big changes as a result, and turmoil means there will be danger. Ian is not a person who is afraid of trouble, and he also has his own judgment on the level of trouble. This kind of potion that can give Squibs hope is far less shocking than the possibility contained in [Infinite Vitality Potion].
It's just that the benefits are too great.
It might just arouse the covetousness of pure-blood families from all over the world.
Snape will definitely not be able to resist.
But Ian thinks he is fine.
His strength is already very good.
Moreover, he had no intention of eating alone.
The little wizard plans to rope in Aurora and Ariana, and the living friends will share a lot of money with him. The friends in the trance will definitely not refuse to build a few chocolate factories in the trance.
When the time comes to carry the brands of Grindelwald and Dumbledore families, there will be much less covetousness due to the huge interests, and Ian will definitely not be afraid of the remaining troubles from individual people.
“Prince’s magic resuscitation potion will be famous among wizard families all over the world!”
Ian was quite proud when he named the potion, even though he got it from Teacher Morgan’s homework Results, but who knows how to round up better than anyone else?
Teacher Morgan has long since passed away. As a student of Teacher Morgan, of course he has the right to inherit the teacher's achievements. Rounding it off, he might not be able to enjoy the right to name the potion.
"Of course, I still want to have some face." Ian took out another piece of paper and drew a Morgan, and then pasted Morgan on the reagent as if it were a brand logo.
Ever since.
The outer packaging design that future generations may not understand was born so scrawledly in the Room of Requirement. Perhaps even Ian himself is not aware of where his decision will lead the future.
The foundation of the throne.
Already revealed in silence.
......
There is only one Squib in the entire Hogwarts. Ian wanted to find an experimental subject, and of course the first thing that came to mind was the annoying administrator.
"Filch is still in the infirmary as expected, and Mrs. Pince has actually left... He seems to be incapable of fighting as he gets older." Ian determined Filch's location on the Marauder's Map.
It is not difficult for him to sneak into the infirmary. After all, he has used the Disguise Charm very skillfully and can completely avoid Madam Pomfrey's sharp eyes.
There are only a handful of wizards in Hogwarts who can see through Ian's Disillusionment Curse, and Mrs. Pomfrey is obviously not among them. Although the school doctor is an excellent wizard, she is only excellent.
"This is just the first version of the attempt, and it doesn't mean it's cheap for this guy. After all, the effect won't last long." Ian sneaked into the room where Filch was sleeping.
Filch, who had to pay public rations to Mrs. Pince even though he was injured, slept soundly.
"You have to pay for being my experimental subject!" Ian also looked down on the three melons and two dates in Filch's trouser pocket. After all, the monthly salary of the administrator of Hogwarts is not that much. .
He just put a few drops of magic potion into Filch's mouth, slapped it onto Filch's swollen face, and then hid while maintaining his invisibility. corner.
"Damn it! Who! What kind of little devil dares to prank me! Don't you want to live anymore!" Filch woke up from his dream. He roared angrily before realizing that he was in the school doctor's office.
"Is this a nightmare... Tonight's dream is really messy... Damn it, even if it's a nightmare, I have to put this on the heads of those little devils!"
"When I recover, I will randomly catch a few unlucky people and punish them severely!" Filch said to himself through gritted teeth. At the same time, he raised his hand to touch his swollen face where he couldn't tell what kind of pain it was.
“Hiss~”
The feeling of pain caused Filch to take a breath. His heart suddenly tightened, and the next moment, a kettle next to him exploded due to his intense emotions.
"Bang!"
The sound of the kettle exploding startled Filch.
"What is going on... It's wrong... I... I feel... this is magic!?" Filch exclaimed, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
He didn't care that he needed to rest in bed. After realizing that something had changed in his body, he clearly felt something that he had never felt in his whole life.
“Da da da!”
Filch immediately got out of bed and staggered out of the school doctor's room - the invisible Ian naturally followed Filch all the way back to his messy room.
"My God Merlin! God finally heard my prayer!" Filch's face was full of shock and ecstasy, he actually got under the bed where he slept.
A floorboard was pried open.
Filch took out an old wand from it - every squib cannot release magic, but every squib always has the desire to have magic in its heart. This is probably something Filch prepared for himself in his early years. Many squibs would secretly prepare a wand for themselves.
Have seen magic.
But it can't touch the magic.
This kind of pain can only be understood by those who have experienced it.
Cruel and desperate.
It is definitely comparable to the cruelty of a person who has hidden Bai Yueguang in his heart for many years, but when they meet again, Bai Yueguang offers five hundred yuan for the night, but he can't even come up with five hundred yuan.
“The flames are blazing!”
Filch's syllables for chanting the spell were very standard, and he must have practiced them secretly over the years.
As he finished speaking, a flame burst out of the wand in his hand. Although it was fleeting, it made Filch's whole body tremble with excitement.
"It's magic! I can have magic!"
Filch's voice was filled with ecstasy and a cry. He had dreamed of such a moment more than once over the years, but For so many years, the miracle that the Squibs had been waiting for and longing for had never happened.
However.
Don't know why.
Tonight he saw miracles and hope.
"It's really an eye-opener for Merlin!!!" Filch's eyes filled with tears. He raised his wand and planned to try other magic, but he couldn't get any feedback after chanting the spell again.
Even the magic that was not completely successful before was inferior. This time there was no response at all. Filch hurriedly recited the spell in a panic, but the magic power in his body began to return to silence quickly.
“No!!”
Filch screamed in horror. He wanted to catch the magic power that he had finally sensed, but he couldn't even slow down the magic power's silence.
The hope that I had finally grasped disappeared like clouds of smoke, unable to stay at all. This feeling made Filch feel more pain than killing him.
"Don't do this to me! Don't give me hope and then take it back!"
He was wailing.
It is true that all born squibs are pitiful people, but Filch makes Ian feel pityable. After all, everyone knows this guy's malice and jealousy towards the little wizards.
Different from those who are in the darkest place but still truly want the light, Filch is the type who wants to pull everyone else into the darkness when he is in the dark.
He was not grateful at all to Hogwarts for taking him in.
Even tried to help when Voldemort attacked the school.
The students' dislike and dislike of him is not without reason, nor is it because he is a squib, but because his own moral character is extremely bad and despicable.
“My potion does seem to be working.”
Ian witnessed Filch being in heaven and then falling back to hell, and also falling to a deeper hell. He shook his head, remained invisible, turned around and left the room.
Ian did not open the closed and locked door, but walked directly through the wall. His compound magic was already mastered far beyond that of most adult wizards.
Of course.
Of course there are people in the world who are far more accomplished than him, and there is more than one in Hogwarts. Just after leaving Filch's room, Ian didn't touch his Disguise Charm but he was still caught.
“Tsk, tsk, you are so energetic in the middle of the night, you are a good candidate to help me work.”
Grindelwald didn't know when he had returned. He grabbed Ian in the invisible state and twisted the back of the neck with precision.
The eyes of this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seem to be able to not only predict, but also see through illusions.
“What work?”
Ian’s figure slowly appeared.
“Moving things.”
Grindelwald spoke concisely and carried Ian towards the office - the young wizard sighed heavily and began to study how to link his brain with the Marauder's Map.
“Don’t you guys sleep at night?”
Ian was helpless.
He was always given various chores by Snape, and Grindelwald also liked to let him be a free porter. It was obvious that house elves were very good at these things. "The Christmas vacation is over, and I have prepared a new surprise for you little wizards." Grindelwald said with a smile, and he seemed to really enjoy being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"Dementors? Or other scary creatures?"
Ian wanted to find out what Grindelwald said for his classmates.
“Oh, they are all there, they are all there.”
Grindelwald opened the door to his office, the room was brightly lit, and what Ian didn’t expect was that he had just left recently Aurora was also in the office.
The little Germanic girl looked quite obedient and sat in front of a stool.
Ian thought she was being scolded.
Because he had already seen a midnight snack on Grindelwald's desk, and next to the midnight snack, there was a cup that Grindelwald poured into the trash can.
It smells like the residue of truth serum.
Of course.
What kind of plot is the love and death between grandparents and grandchildren? For Ian, whose eyes widened, it is still not as good as the story behind the late-night snack on the table.
"You fried the dragon eggs?!"
Ian looked at the fried eggs spread out on a large plate in surprise.
“Didn’t you say that dragon eggs are the best food?”
Aurora tilted her head and spoke in confusion. She was not surprised that Ian was captured by Grindelwald. Perhaps Grindelwald went out just to capture Ian.
"That's just for me to give you a blowjob when I come back..." Ian felt quite distressed about the fried eggs on the table, and he secretly glanced at Grindelwald who was putting him down.
The little wizard was already muttering in his heart, could it be because of his and Aurora's cooperative adventure? He also suspected that Grindelwald had deliberately blocked him at Filch's door just now.
"I have no appetite, you can eat if you want."
Grindelwald sat on the office chair, and then pushed the dragon egg in front of Ian. He looked very gentle, not like he wanted to get angry about Ian and Aurora.
Think about it, Grindelwald did a lot of robbery.
"Is there some special seasoning in it?" Ian was indeed a little moved, but he didn't dare to act. He looked at Grindelwald and then at Aurora suspiciously.
The little girl lowered her head.
Ian was even more afraid to speak.
"The problem is the tea. The omelette is well cooked." Grindelwald tore off some omelette and put it in his mouth. He touched the empty teacup on the table.
"You added too much Veritaserum..."
Ian sniffed the tea cup.
Instructed Aurora in person.
Grindelwald was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said to Aurora, "Hehe, make another cup of the tea you brought to me for your accomplice, so that he can learn a lot."< br>
Just when Ian felt confused and wondered what this might mean. Aurora hesitated for a moment, then took out a large bucket of Veritaserum. It was the high-quality truth serum that the black marketeer had poured into the bucket before. The purity was so high that Ian even doubted that the black marketeer could wake up.
“Gurgling~”
Under Ian’s gaze, Aurora picked up the teacup on the table and poured a large cup of veritaserum into the teacup. Then, she I picked up a few tea leaves from somewhere and threw them in.
"It's ready."
Aurora sounded regretful.
"???"
Ian was confused.
What kind of magical way is this to make tea?
It's outrageous enough for someone to add water to their veritaserum, but why are they directly using the veritaserum to make tea? Why do you still look regretful that Grindelwald was not fooled by such a method! ?
“You don’t have a fever, right?”
Ian touched Aurora’s forehead.
“???”
Aurora turned her head away speechlessly and ignored Ian.
"You should teach her a lesson and let her gain more common sense... These are the things she lacked most in her childhood, so much so that her current performance is really worse than even our Muggle studies professors." Grindelwald did nothing. The victim who was successfully plotted actually gave his own advice in a warm-hearted manner.
“…”
Ian felt that this family might not be normal.
“Let’s talk about the chores we need to do?”
He chose to change the subject.
"Take the three boxes over there to the underground classroom for me." Grindelwald pouted again and pointed to the corner, but he did not continue to persuade Ian and Aurora to murder him together.
“Okay!”
Ian used the floating spell to control three boxes. He was afraid that Grindelwald would let him move it purely with his hands. Fortunately, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was not as perverted as Snape. Carrying the box all the way to the underground classroom renovated by Grindelwald, Ian found that Grindelwald and Aurora had followed him out.
“What’s inside?”
After putting down the box, Ian still asked curiously.
"I told you that it was prepared for class. It corresponds to three possible dangers. If you want to try it now, you might as well try it."
Grindelwald said with a smile. Made a gesture of invitation.
“Are you going to try?”
Ian looked at Aurora.
The little Germanic girl shook her head crazily.
"Then I won't try."
Ian always felt that there must be some fraud involved.
He is still very clear about Grindelwald, a fun-loving person.
"Okay, it would be nice to face other students in class after school starts." Grindelwald did not force it, he just said with a slightly regretful voice.
"However, you must also be mentally prepared. You may not be able to perform well this time. In front of the little wizards, you are just as likely to be embarrassed as they are."
This is obviously a provocation.
But it is a conspiracy.
Ian really likes this.
His curiosity was really piqued.
"Choose one of the three. Unless I can get a Bulbasaur out of it, I won't even be surprised." Ian simply chose the box in the middle.
"You really know how to choose."
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "I can tell you now, there are very scary things inside, not even our Principal Albus Dumbledore. I'll want to face it in class."
His words are true.
With a rather serious feeling.
"I don't believe you put another good friend of mine inside." Ian didn't waste any more words, just pried open the lock of the box and opened the tightly closed seal of the box.
at this time.
Aurora has been away from the little wizard for some time.
And Grindelwald also took a few steps back.
His eyes were fixed on the dark box, with an extremely serious feeling, which made Ian a little nervous. He took out his wand and was ready to light it at any time.
"Boggart..."
Ian's eyes narrowed.
I discovered that something is changing in the darkness - the Boggart will see through a person's heart and become the thing that fears the most in the heart of the person standing in front of it. The spell used to deal with Boggarts is the Boggart Expelling Curse "Funny". The spell will cause the Boggart to look the funniest in the eyes of the person facing it.
Of course.
If a lot of people gather in front of the Boggart, the threat of the Boggart will be instantly reduced, because it will not know what form it should take to scare everyone. What boggarts are really afraid of is laughter. When the heartfelt laughter sounds, the boggarts will explode into thousands of plumes of smoke and disappear without a trace.
“Yes, it’s the Boggart.”
Grindelwald's eyes never left the box opened by Ian.
Aurora in the distance is also full of curiosity.
Both of them seemed to want to know the fear in Ian's heart... Ian swallowed and looked directly at the figure slowly walking out of the darkness.
This is a man with blue eyes. He is a tall and thin old man. He wears white moon-shaped glasses and has a long white beard on his face with a crooked nose.
"You are actually afraid of Principal Albus Dumbledore?" Aurora's voice was a little disappointed. She probably thought that what Ian was afraid of should be something more magical and uncommon.
"It's not surprising. Who isn't afraid of our principal? After all, anyone who really knows him will be afraid of him and want to come to us..." Grindelwald looked at Ian playfully.
However.
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
When Albus Dumbledore walked out of the box completely, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's voice stopped abruptly, and the half-smiling expression on his face froze.
Aurora also widened her eyes.
I saw.
There is a face on the back of Albus Dumbledore's head. It is very clear and lifelike. It is the old face of Grindelwald when he did not use any disguise.
It’s more than that.
The mouth on that face is still very big, and it is constantly spitting out fierce fire.
"My professor! My friend! Isn't this scary enough?" Ian looked frightened. He quickly staggered back a few steps and approached the door.
"Damn brat!"
Grindelwald's face turned pale.
Ian, who had already approached the door, immediately turned around and ran away. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Only Grindelwald and Aurora were left in the empty classroom.
"Go back!"
Grindelwald flicked his wand, and the Boggart immediately returned to its original state and was slammed into the box. The next moment, the seal of the box immediately fell down. The big lock also closes instantly.
"It seems that I still underestimated this kid!"
Grindelwald walked to the three boxes.
“Isn’t it you and Principal Dumbledore that he is afraid of?”
Aurora still seems to trust her friends. Of course, it is possible that she is just covering up something for Ian. , but Grindelwald did not give any response.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor just opened the other two boxes. Under Aurora's somewhat stunned gaze, he raised his wand and completely destroyed the other two Boggarts.
"Did you do this on purpose?"
Aurora frowned after coming back to her senses.
"Just by the way."
Grindelwald looked back at the door where Ian left.
“Unfortunately, we didn’t get the real answer.”
Between sighs softly.
In Grindelwald’s white eyes.
Reflecting a scene that only he could see - Ian Prince stood on top of the huge bone dragon, surrounded by terrifying fire that almost blocked the entire sky.
Only this scene.
No further information.
Grindelwald didn't know what he was seeing.
But he knew.
There must be something extremely terrifying hidden in the scene that accompanied last night's "awakening" dream.
Because it’s in the picture.
The little wizard who had grown up seemed to be lording over the world, but the wand in his hand was slowly slipping from his hand to the ground, and there was a real look of horror on his face.
(End of this chapter)