Chapter 139 Chapter 138: Ian is dead! Quirrell changes!
Another whole night without sleep.
Ian did not feel much fatigue or sleepiness. He returned to the Room of Requirement and tinkered with the potion again, hoping to continue to improve the [Prince brand magic recovery potion].
Today’s [Prince Brand Magic Recovery Potion] cannot permanently revive a squib’s magic power. Even if a squib drinks the entire bottle of [Prince Brand Magic Recovery Potion], it can only maintain the magic power. It has only been active for a few times, and it obviously has not yet achieved the permanent recovery effect of magic power that Ian thinks is perfect.
Although this may be the most profitable way, for a potion brewing researcher like Ian, he can not brew the potion that permanently revives magic power, but he must not be unable to brew it.
How to sell it to maximize profits is just a secular choice, but being able to permanently revive the magic power in the Squib is an achievement for a person who dares to call himself a master of potions.
“There must be such a method, and this method can also be used in the formula of love potion in the field of [awakening]. I can even use this to improve Teacher Morgan’s formula of love potion.”
“I just don’t know if it is possible to create a love potion that lasts for a lifetime, whether it will cause some panic and disputes in the world from an ethical and moral level.”
“There will definitely be many people who think that being affected by the medicine for a lifetime is not considered love. There are also some people who think that this medicine will be a blasphemy for love.”
"Well, actually, in the final analysis, it is still the same. The potion itself is not guilty. The only guilty party is the person who uses it incorrectly. If two people who already love each other make an appointment to take this kind of love potion."
"It can definitely be given another name with beautiful symbolic meaning."
Ian is purely thinking with a professional judgment of potions. He is sure that the potion can last a lifetime. Little interest.
After all.
The little wizard has already seen what kind of face he will have when he grows up. Whether he relies on his face or his strength to make a living in the future, it will definitely be much easier than the love potion.
“GuluGulu~”
The erected cauldron was bubbling.
It is not a simple matter to explore the direction of the potion's effect. Ian does not expect to get the results in one night. He needs to try various material ratios that may extend the potion's effect. Way.
This process is bound to be boring.
It’s like the day-to-day life of a college student studying materials science.
But Ian enjoyed it.
[After you have carefully cooked it, your potion proficiency will be +3]
[After you have carefully cooked it, your potion proficiency will be +2]
[After you have carefully cooked it, your potion proficiency will be +2] Production, Potions Mastery Proficiency +3】
......
After all, he still had personal proficiency gains. Until the early morning of the next day, his [Poison Mastery] skill It looks like it will be upgraded in another three to five days.
"Extraordinary characteristics are just that. What I long for now are legendary characteristics!" Ian already has a lot of seventh-level skills, and he may be able to obtain his first legendary characteristic in the next two years. The extraordinary characteristics already make his strength different from ordinary people at the same level. It is conceivable that the legendary characteristics must be even more heaven-defying and otherworldly.
[Journey of Flame (Level 7) 87/6400]
[Language Proficiency (Level 7) 154/6400]
[Transformation (Level 7) 341/6400 】
If he can still get some adventures or "advice from an expert", Ian feels that the time before he is close to awakening his legendary characteristics can be shortened a lot.
Of course, no matter what, as long as he is still studying in Hogwarts and as long as he can study with Morgan in the trance-like world, Ian's ability improvement cannot be slowed down.
Before he met his teacher and entered Hogwarts, it took many years for him to awaken two extraordinary characteristics through bluffing. This is probably the difference between those with background and those without.
“From now on, I can even sleep only three or four hours a day, and spend the rest of my time studying. The more magic power I have, the stronger my energy will be. No wonder powerful wizards can live more than two hundred years old. ”
Ian still feels energetic after staying up all night.
He told the Dementor to clean up. After seeing the Dementor put on a set of cleaning clothes, he left the Room of Requirement with brisk steps.
outside the house.
The sun has shone into the castle through the windows. It is rare to have a sunny day in winter these days, which also adds a bit of warmth to the bone-chilling air.
Walking all the way down the spiral staircase, Ian saw Filch standing in the corridor. He looked quite melancholy and frustrated. He stood blankly in front of an iron bucket as if thinking. What.
"It seems that returning to the Squib will have a big impact on him."
Ian calmly avoided Filch. However, before he could get far, he heard the little wizard's exclamation from behind him, followed by a very violent noise.
"Bang!"
It was a violent explosion.
Ian was startled and took out his wand and turned his head sharply, but he did not find any dark wizards who invaded Hogwarts. He only saw Filch lying motionless on the ground.
It feels like yesterday again.
The exploding iron barrel fell from the ceiling, and Filch kicked his legs again and fell into unconsciousness - the air was filled with a very strong smell of homemade gunpowder.
"???????"
Seeing those little wizards panicking, shouting to save people, and kicking Filch violently, the expression on Ian's face was amazing. .
"This guy doesn't think that his magic power can be temporarily activated because he was blown over by the iron barrel, right?" Ian found that Filch placed the iron barrel in exactly the same position as yesterday.
He felt that he might have guessed correctly... It was just that Filch had obviously underestimated the power of homemade gunpowder. This guy looked much more seriously injured than yesterday.
Yesterday my legs were still twitching, but today I just lay there motionless.
"Afraid of committing suicide?"
Ian turned around and walked forward to check Filch's breathing.
"It seems to be alive but not alive...it is almost gone."
He felt that Filch was breathing more and less.
"Who sent him to the school doctor's office?"
Ian hesitated for a moment before giving Filch a bottle of potion that had little effect. He watched the little wizards scatter, which could only reflect his good character of being willing to help others.
"Send this guy to the school doctor's office! Do you hear me!" Ian caught several Slytherin wizards. He not only saved Filch but also made Slytherin students have children. Morning exercise.
He has gained merit, Filch has regained his longevity, and Slytherin students have good health,
a win-win-win situation.
Ian watched the few strong men he had captured carry Filch away, and then walked towards the auditorium again. Perhaps without some young wizards competing for the popular breakfast, he could count as another winner. Back.
"This is wisdom!"
The little wizards who stayed at school for the holidays have gone to the auditorium to eat one after another, and Ian is no exception. When he entered the auditorium, he saw that the number of students was even higher than yesterday. Give some more.
Some people took advantage of the good weather and were finally willing to step out of the warm lounge. Some students had already gone home for the holidays, but chose to return to school immediately after Christmas.
Among this group of people, the number of students from Ravenclaw House is the largest, and the number of students from Gryffindor House is the smallest. It is probably because the children in Eagle House are more worried about other students secretly studying behind their backs. .
I always feel uneasy if I don’t stay in school.
The eaglets will start to worry when they are at home, fearing that other students will catch up with them through the holidays. Such worries are not unfounded but happen every year.
Don’t say that you are trying to take advantage of other people’s celebration time to overtake during the holidays. This is also the case on weekdays. What I am telling you is to go watch Quidditch. In fact, you may just hide somewhere secretly. Local learning. And the story about a certain senior who, while having a fierce battle with his girlfriend, did not forget to devote part of his mind to studying while holding a book, has always been an "inspirational story" in Ravenclaw College.
Of course, for the Gryffindor heroine in this story, this can only be regarded as a complaint between her and her best friend about how arrogant her boyfriend is.
“Look at the new toy I brought from home.”
“It’s actually the latest flying broomstick. You seem to want to make a splash after the holiday.”
"Doesn't anyone want to eat my mom's pies? She got creative with Bibi's All-Flavour Beans, and you even get a chance to taste fresh sheep poop-flavored pies."
"How do I It feels like there’s real sheep dung in your pie?”
“Guess why I brought it back to school for you to eat, hehe.”
……
The low temperature in winter did not reduce the vitality of the little wizards.
The auditorium was very lively.
Four long tables are placed symmetrically along the center of the room.
Each table is covered with a crisp white linen tablecloth, with intricate patterns embroidered with golden threads on the edges, which contrasts with the ancient portraits and flickering candlesticks hanging on the surrounding walls. The air is filled with the enticing aroma of food, a mixture of freshly baked bread, the richness of stewed meats, the freshness of vegetables and the sweetness of desserts.
"Why do you think I'm so weird?" When Ian walked towards the long table where Aurora was sitting, he found Daphne Greengrass and her best friend stuffing something into their mouths and about to leave.
“Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night?”
When Daphne Greengrass was pulled by Ian, her whole body trembled, and her expression was a bit frightened. She took a few steps back like a frightened deer.
"Yes, yes. I didn't sleep well."
Gesha Selwyn's expression was also a bit wrong. She looked at Ian in a rather strange way, and at the same time she didn't dare He looked at Ian with an even more timid look in his eyes than Daphne Greengrass.
“It’s really weird.”
Ian saw two little witches rushing out of the classroom. He looked around, not just these two little witches, but also all the long tables Among the students who attended the school, there were people who looked at him unrecognizably.
Everyone's expressions were a little weird and complicated... Ian recalled what he had done in the past two days and felt that he had obviously been very low-key and had not done anything extraordinary.
He was tired of being in the loop and must have wanted to stop for a while.
"Why do you have this look?" Ian sat next to Aurora. The way the Germanic girl made tea last night still makes him feel very unnatural to this day.
“Not just us, but the professors too.” Aurora lowered her head again and ate the food on her plate. Her plate was filled with golden fried eggs and perfectly grilled sausages. And toast slathered with jam. The little Germanic girl is not picky about food and eats whatever is in front of her every day.
Ian is different.
He filled his plate with beef, bacon, and grilled sausages, focusing on a rich protein. Even the porridge he drank was the preserved egg and lean meat porridge specially provided for him by the house elves every day.
"Really...what's wrong with me?"
While eating, Ian looked up at the teacher's desk. .
The only people who came to breakfast on time were Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout. Not only were they looking at Ian with strange eyes, they also leaned their heads closer as if they were whispering something.
Professor McGonagall’s eyes are the most complicated.
Professor Sprout's eyes were filled with disbelief. She noticed that after Ian noticed their discussion, he quickly averted his eyes as if he felt guilty and did not want to look at the little wizard.
"Is it because everyone knows that I created a super powerful potion?" Ian was confused, and he recalled all his experiences after leaving the time loop in his mind. There was nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing out of the ordinary that was discovered.
“Last night, many children from pure-blood families, as well as their own outstanding students, had some dreams with varying degrees of clarity, but they all remembered that you appeared in them. "
"Some people remember it more clearly, and some people remember it more vaguely. For example, I know it better..." Aurora turned her head and looked at Ian beside her.
"What were you dreaming about?"
Ian was still a little confused, but he already had a bad feeling in his heart.
“I dreamed that you did a lot of outrageous things. Some people said you raised a dementor and scared people all over the school. Others said you blew up almost every place in the school.”< br>
"Daphne and her girlfriend said they dreamed about you bringing Marcus... Flint was tied to the broomstick, and then lit a fire to make Marcus Flint fly into the sky. "
"And you threatened that if they dared to say anything, you would let them go. They became the first wizards to land on the moon..." Aurora was actually counting her fingers with Ian as she listed them one by one.
She had obviously gone out of her way to find out about Ian before he came to the auditorium.
“…”
Ian’s expression was a little out of control.
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Nima.
Aren't these all the things he does when he is in the loop, and it seems that the loop is about to restart? How come it has become a scene that the little wizards dream about when they sleep at night?
"What about you? What did you dream about?"
Ian was somewhat aware that something was wrong.
He has also done things even more outrageous than these operations. If they were all dreamed up by young wizards, his already low reputation at Hogwarts might never be restored in his lifetime.
"I dreamed that you used my wand to pick your nostrils... you were digging the nostrils of the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest. You said you were going to collect some potion materials to brew the potion."
Aurora spoke in a faint tone.
“Dreams are just dreams, they should not be taken seriously.”
Ian lowered his head guiltily and started to eat hard. He knew that he might have been tricked by Salazar Slytherin again. Didn't he agree that the time cycle was independent of the real world?
“No, I don’t think this is a dream.”
Aurora’s words made Ian’s knife pause for a moment.
"It should be a collective prophecy... I should go back and find out why this happened." Fortunately, the little Germanic girl did not guess the truth.
The little wizard secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I have already greeted all the eighteen generations of Salazar Slytherin in my heart. He really felt his face getting hot, as if he had already seen the rumors he would face.
Rumors are not terrible.
The scary thing is that he really did those things... Is this a punishment from the founder? How come the custom server that was promised has ended up in this horrible situation now!
"Actually, I was dreaming too."
Ian just wanted to use his usual trick of blending into the group to avoid being suspected. At this moment, suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the auditorium.
It was Snape who was wrapped in black robes.
With his wand in hand and covered in blood, he hurried into the auditorium from the outside. Without even looking at Ian and the others, he went straight to the teacher's seat in the auditorium.
Many little wizards exclaimed and stared at Snape in horror. The blood all over his body was indeed scary, and some young wizards even began to talk about whether Snape had accidentally killed a student.
"Quiet!"
Professor McGonagall spoke seriously, causing a commotion among the students. She looked at Snape with doubtful eyes, staring at the fresh blood stains on Snape's body.
"Something happened, someone died." Snape whispered to Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, but Ian, who was full of curiosity, used small means to eavesdrop clearly.
"Where?"
Professor McGonagall stood up immediately.
"The basement...I don't know who did it."
Snape's tone was a little complicated.
"Take me there."
Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout exchanged a look, so she immediately followed Snape towards the door, Sprout The professor continued to stay in the auditorium to guard the little wizard.
"Are there any prefects in school? Go and bring the students who are still in the lounge!" Professor Sprout certainly knew what to do, and her serious expression made the little wizards nervous. .
"What happened?"
"Is it a dead person?"
"I know where there are succubi! I can't live in peace!"
......
The little wizards became a mess.
But Aurora didn't seem to care about what happened. She continued to eat the food on her plate. When she turned around to talk to Ian, she found that Ian had disappeared.
"Who died?"
Ian, of course, followed Snape and Professor McGonagall. He followed the two men all the way to the basement, and saw a cold body at the door of Snape's office.
The corpse has completely lost the breath of life, its eyes are empty and the eyeballs are missing, and its belly seems to have been cut open, losing all its internal organs and body organs.
“Damn it! How could it be him!”
Ian's pupils suddenly shrank.
While in the invisible state of the Illusion Curse, he took a breath of cold air - for no other reason than that he had even guessed that he might see the body of "Lockhart" along the way. .
But I never thought about it.
The person lying on the ground is actually that man - Quirinus Quirrell! Although a guy has always been unlucky, he is definitely unlikely to die suddenly!
There is Voldemort in him!
Probably harder to kill than the four deans!
Unless...
Just when Ian was in doubt.
"It's some kind of evil ritual."
Grindelwald, wearing the face of "Lockhart", saw Snape coming over with Professor McGonagall, and he maintained Half-crouching next to the corpse, he raised his head and spoke in a deep voice.
"Merlin! How could this...how could such a thing happen?" Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to look directly at Professor Quirrell's miserable condition. Her tone was filled with disbelief and a bit of worry.
"Obviously, Professor Quirrell has caused some trouble that he can't handle."
Snape meant it and spoke in a low tone.
"Professor Snape, you..."
Professor McGonagall looked at Grindelwald, then turned to Snape, but hesitated to speak.
"He was disemboweled while still alive..." Grindelwald continued to analyze Quirrell's death. He first looked up at where Ian stood.
Soon.
Under the somewhat shocked gaze of Professor McGonagall, he took off Quirrell's pants under his blood-stained robe - his bare buttocks, which was not stained with much blood, was exposed to everyone.
"How could you do such a thing... We should respect the body of a professor." Professor McGonagall avoided his gaze, with a hint of reproach to Grindelwald in his tone.
However.
Grindelwald hasn't spoken back yet.
"Damn it! This is wrong!"
Snape was the first to lose his balance, his expression changed drastically, and he was shocked.
"I have to inform Dumbledore!"
He flew towards his office. I don't know if the headmaster of Slytherin has any means hidden in his office to establish contact with Dumbledore at any time.
"Gone..."
Ian knew why Snape was suddenly so restless and frightened. Both he and Snape knew that Voldemort should have stayed on Professor Quirrell's ass.
However.
Now there is no Voldemort on Quirrell's body.
“What the hell are you doing.”
Ian did not get closer, but he saw Grindelwald stand up and walk to where he was, passing him as if passing by and putting a note into his hand.
“It’s this kind of clairvoyant comparison operation again…” Ian looked at the level of his Illusion Body Curse and was quite helpless. Now he could only pray that the extraordinary characteristics would make his Illusion Body Curse better. Some qualitative changes have occurred.
[Go to the principal's office]
After holding the note and walking a little further, Ian opened the note that was forced into his hand, before he could take any action. , and saw a group of Aurors walking down the stairs.
These people are aggressive.
Lots of them.
"Professors, please stay where you are and take no action, because an informed and trustworthy person has reported to us that Albus Dumbledore is suspected of a murder and a dark magic ritual."< br>
The leader is Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who just took office this year.
His tone was serious.
Looking solemn.
After seeing the incomplete body of Professor Quirrell outside Snape's office, Cornelius Fudge immediately looked at Grindelwald and Professor McGonagall with wary eyes.
"Although I don't want this, for everyone's safety, I still ask you to cooperate with our investigation." He actually had a very majestic posture.
Raising his hand, he wanted to signal the Aurors to drop the wands of Professor McGonagall and Grindelwald.
(End of this chapter)