Chapter 146 145: Mysterious Night, Mutation
The lifelike raven pattern made Ian want to reach out and touch it.
"Is it because of this pattern that you think the transfer student from more than a hundred years ago is related to the founder of our college?" Ian turned to look at Professor Flitwick, who was shorter than himself. .
Professor Flitwick did not give a direct response, but took out the Ravenclaw College emblem and placed it next to the lifelike raven pattern on the parchment.
Both are highly similar in all details.
"I think this is the fact. I am afraid that the emblem of our college did not come out of thin air, but has its origin and origin. However, I have not yet found any evidence to support this conjecture."
Professor Flitwick was heavy-handed He sighed, with a sense of regret in his voice, and his curiosity seemed to have been driving him to search for the truth for many years.
"If I follow your thinking, do the school badges of several other colleges... also have their origins and origins?" Ian also suddenly became a little curious.
Hearing this, Professor Flitwick shrugged.
"Who knows, I'm not very interested in the history of other colleges. After all, I'm not teaching the history of magic." Professor Flitwick's response was very direct.
"Principal Dumbledore must have seen this transfer student." Ian focused his attention on the words of the memoir again, not to mention how complicated the emotions in his eyes were.
"Maybe Albus doesn't want to cause any panic. After all, if such a transfer student really existed in the past, God knows how much of a stir it would cause in the wizarding world and questions about our school." Foley. Although Professor Wei had been curious for many years, he obviously did not complain about Albus Dumbledore's ignorance.
"Yeah, I'm quite panicking now..." Ian's eyes continued to stay on the text of the memoir, specifically on some special words.
"Don't worry, Hogwarts is very safe now." Professor Flitwick obviously misunderstood the little wizard's words. He wanted to pat the little wizard on the shoulder but found that he couldn't even lift his feet. Able to arrive.
“You have grown so much?”
Dean Ravenclaw's tone was a bit surprised. He probably still remembered the situation when Ian first entered school, and there was a hint of envy in his voice - who wouldn't wish that he could be a tall man? Woolen cloth? That would eliminate the need for stools and ladders for many, many things.
Professor Flitwick had a favorite girl many years ago.
The bad thing is the height.
At least Professor Flitwick thinks so.
“Hogwarts is indeed safer than ever before.” Ian strongly agreed with Professor Flitwick’s words. After all, God only knows how many Albus Dumbledores there are in the school today. .
One thing to say.
In the past few days, Ian has always been suspicious, thinking that there might be an Albus Dumbledore standing in a corner. When he goes to the toilet, he can't help but want to check every cubicle. .
Since he has not done much research on time, Ian has no idea what Albus Dumbledore meant by challenging the limit, how many different times of himself exist in one time and space.
Perhaps Albus Dumbledore himself doesn’t know, after all, just like the Flash never knows how many Flashes from other time periods were in the room when his mother died.
No one can be sure about what has not been done yet. We can only say that the time converter is indeed mysterious... The secret about time still makes Ian subconsciously feel a little worried. .
Many things lie ahead.
He couldn't help but think too much.
"Dean, I also want to know something about the transfer students, no, it should be about the bird on our school badge." Ian looked down at Professor Flitwick beside him.
He had heard about the raven from more than one person, and compared to the previous news, he was more concerned about the one that the fifth-grade transfer student encountered a hundred years ago.
It’s so scary to think about!
"The things I know are actually very few. After all, we can't expect that after so many years, we can still clearly capture the figures that may only be fleeting in history."
"The late Ms. Ravenclaw is probably the only person who knows the information about the raven on our school badge."
Professor Flitwick trotted to the bookshelf again and climbed up the ladder to a higher bookshelf. On the top, he pulled out an ancient book that looked quite old.
"But we can't ask Ms. Ravenclaw who has been dead for many years, can we?" When climbing down the ladder, Professor Flitwick sighed with some emotion.
“Yes, that’s true.”
Ian's expression was slightly unnatural.
After all.
Some things are impossible for him but they are not absolute. He just didn't know if he could meet Ms. Ravenclaw again. The trance-like world was too big, and there were many things he didn't understand, including whether he could go to the crater again or whether He had no idea about Lady Ravenclaw's lonely island.
"As future generations, what we can do is to glimpse a corner of the past from some ancient books." Professor Flitwick walked back to Ian again and put the ancient books on the table.
This ancient and obsolete magic book seems to be slowly picked up from the abyss of time.
On the cover, the traces of time are clearly visible, with subtle cracks like paths on an ancient map, twisting and turning, recording the marks of countless readings and explorations. Between these cracks, there is an occasional glimmer of light, which seems to be the magic energy remaining in the pages of the book, inadvertently leaking a mysterious atmosphere.
"A Glimpse of Destiny"
A very short title.
The most concerning thing is the author of the book - Rowena Ravenclaw.
“I was fortunate enough to obtain a secret book from the founder of our college, but the book only mentioned a few words about the mysterious raven.”
Professor Flitwick turned to page 77 of the book, and Ian looked over, as if the current dean of Ravenclaw College said that there were only a few words in it.
It probably mentioned a contract about the family, which allowed Rowena Ravenclaw to gain the gift of seeing destiny, and this contract is closely related to the Ravenclaw family. Raven related.
This is not much different from what Ian learned from Albus Dumbledore. After all, there is still a lack of information that really points to where the raven comes from and what it is.
“Actually, I think the raven that Ms. Ravenclaw mentioned is not the same raven that the transfer student encountered. After all, a bird cannot survive for a lifetime. Thousands of years."
"Wizards don't have such a long lifespan, well, except for wizards like Nick Flamel who have the magic stone...but this possibility is far less than the other possibility."
Professor Flitwick obviously has his own judgment and thinking.
His words made the little wizard couldn't help but ask.
“What possibility?”
Ian’s eyes flickered slightly.
Professor Flitwick was not aware of the little wizard's unusual curiosity. After all, curiosity is a quality that exists in the soul of almost every Ravenclaw student.
He pondered for a moment and answered Ian's question.
“The transfer student mentioned that the raven he encountered was the Animagus form of a wizard. Therefore, the raven he encountered was more likely to be a Ravenclaw. Descendants of "
"Perhaps many people don't know that members of the Ravenclaw family are likely to have Animagus forms. It's a raven. I think this is also related to what this family said about the contract with the raven."
"Just like many of our wizards with special blood, the patron saint they have will be with them. It’s related to the special bloodline, and I think there’s a similar connection to the form of Animagus.”
Speaking of which.
Professor Flitwick paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, and looked with concern at the little wizard in front of him who was somewhat distracted for some reason.
"By the way, how's your Patronus Charm doing now?" Professor Flitwick still remembered Ian's Patronus Charm that was so weird not long ago that he couldn't figure it out.
He also searched for a solution to this problem many days and nights, but he couldn't find a clue at all. Any evidence showed that Ian should be enough to release the complete patron saint. curse.
No matter the syllables, gestures, or even the trajectory of the magic power, there are no mistakes, but I just can't figure out why the magic node abnormality occurs.
Even if we look for the influence of blood, we still have no way to go. There is no second one in history. God knows how much hair Professor Flitwick lost for this.
"Feeling good now?"
Ian was a little hesitant to cast the Patronus Charm for his dean to check. After all, the fact that the Patronus is a dead person would definitely not cause a stir and subversion in the wizarding world. Small.
“Have you found a solution to the problem yourself?”
Professor Flitwick raised his somewhat exaggerated eyebrows.
"I got help from some elders." Ian answered Professor Flitwick's inquiry honestly. His ability to create the [Patronus Ring] was indeed not just his own efforts.
"It's Albus, right? He's the only one who can help you with that kind of ability." Professor Flitwick may not be convinced by other wizards, but like all professors, he is convinced by his headmaster.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is one of the helpers."
Ian nodded.
Professor Flitwick was a little surprised by the little wizard's words.
"Is there anyone else who can help you? I don't think Severus can be better than me in magic." Professor Flitwick knew a lot about Ian's family background.
He suddenly became unconvinced.
"..."
Ian was a little silent, "It's other elders."
The little wizard's ability to organize language has been subject to some limitations. Of course he believed that Professor Flitwick was indeed a powerful wizard - as long as he was not compared with Mr. Morgan and Ms. Ravenclaw.
"It seems that you have some connections that I don't know about. Well, this is not a big deal." Professor Flitwick glanced at Ian who was hesitant to speak in front of him with some emotion.
"You don't have to be embarrassed. I generally understand why you feel it's hard to say it." Professor Flitwick was obviously thinking of Ian's extraordinary attainments in fire.
His misunderstanding of Ian didn't stop at this, "Actually, I'm just curious, well, you don't have to tell me, but if you tell me I won't tell it. "
"Your patron saint...couldn't it be a raven?" Professor Flitwick's eyes were unusually bright, and the curiosity of the Ravenclaw students was fully demonstrated in him. .
There are also some gossips that may belong to Gryffindor.
“Why do you think so?”
Ian was a little surprised.
"Hahahaha, just a guess, just a guess." Professor Flitwick laughed, his eyes twinkling, clearly revealing another emotion.
“…”
The observant Ian was silent again.
He understands.
Professor Flitwick obviously thought that he might also have the blood of the Ravenclaw family, and he didn't know if it was based on his special attention to the raven school emblem.
Perhaps there is also the Sorting Hat's evaluation of him?
No matter what the situation was, Ian felt a little helpless. People in the world misunderstood him more and more every day, and there seemed to be a tendency to push him to the sixth surname.
"My patron saint is not a raven, but... my Animagus form is probably a raven." Ian looked at the transfer student from a hundred years ago with complex eyes. Memoirs.
This is what made him uneasy and worried.
"Has Minerva started guiding you in your Animagus training?" Professor Flitwick swallowed, obviously a little shocked by Ian's learning progress.
“Yeah.”
Ian nodded, but he wasn’t lying.
"What an amazing progress... You may become the first wizard to master the Animagus. However, it is not advisable to preset the thought of an Animagus form for yourself first."
"Although I am not as good as Minerva in the art of transfiguration, I am still relatively clear about this. After all, I have also tried to learn this magical art of transfiguration."
Professor Flitwick warned Ian quite seriously. "Yeah."
The little wizard nodded.
"Actually, I prefer my Animagus form to be something else, really." He sighed heavily and whispered from the bottom of his heart.
Professor Flitwick probably didn’t hear clearly.
He looked at the time on the wall.
"It's getting late. I talked too much with you little guy today. I brought up the transfer student because I wanted to tell you not to try to use your kind of innovation to publish papers anymore. ”
“That will cause a lot of dissatisfaction Necessary trouble, really, I beg you, Dean, stop doing these dangerous researches. If you are willing, I can point you to some possible research directions. "Professor Flitwick is really afraid of Ian in a few days. He came to me again with some dangerous and scary magic innovation.
His worries are not unreasonable. After all, Ian's Shadowless Storm and other improved magic have not been used. Otherwise, Professor Flitwick would definitely be even more panicked than he is now.
"Okay, Dean." Ian felt a little regretful, but it was good to get the guidance of Professor Flitwick. He could finally have his own curse thesis.
"Choose your best lighting spell. It actually has expandable uses in many fields." Professor Flitwick picked up a blank piece of parchment and started writing.
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After a while.
He handed Ian a draft with possible research directions.
"Take it easy, don't scare me again, my little heart can't stand too much stimulation..." Professor Flitwick patted his chest as if with lingering fear.
"The research direction of the light of the soul is good."
He even proactively recommended a topic to Ian that he thought was safe.
I don’t know.
Destiny is so wonderful sometimes.
“Okay, I quite like this direction too.”
The little wizard looked at the ideas on the parchment with interest.
He was also unaware at this moment.
This is where the three unforgivable curses will be kicked off the T0 position.
......
Come out of Professor Flitwick's office.
Ian looked back at Professor Flitwick's office with a complicated expression.
Tell the truth.
Even now, his thinking is still a little dazed - it's all because of the transfer student's memoirs, which actually contain the inappropriate title of System Dad.
Let alone more than a hundred years ago, it is still very inconsistent even now. This can be seen from the fact that Professor Flitwick did not realize the meaning behind this title.
What kind of wizard in Animagus form, what kind of bad-mouthed style, Ian really hopes that it is just a senior time traveler that he has never met.
"I'm not afraid of the senior time traveler. What I'm worried about is that it's not the past! It's the future!" Ian couldn't help but think about the information mentioned in the transfer student's memoirs.
The raven that the transfer student encountered was seriously injured, and at the end of the remaining pages of his memoir, he mentioned that the injury might not be simple. As the only wizard who may know what system dad means, can Ian not feel a chill running down his spine and feel restless?
"Principal Dumbledore may know more information..." Ian felt that the food was not delicious when he was eating dinner, so that he remained depressed during the dinner.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Aurora noticed something strange about the little wizard.
"You are a prophet, right?"
Ian looked at his good friend's heterochromatic eyes.
Seeing Aurora nodded with a confused expression, he continued to hand over his hand expectantly, signaling Aurora to grab his hand quickly.
“Help me see, how many enemies do I have?”
Ian felt that maybe he should avoid risks in advance.
only.
While he was still recalling the details in his mind.
"Didn't I tell you that day that I can no longer see your future." Aurora squeezed Ian's hand and tried to mobilize the magic power in her body for a moment.
She finally chose to give up with a helpless tone.
"It seems that I have to try to be kind to others and try not to do bad things that are annoying..." Ian sighed and pulled the beef on his plate.
Listened to what he said.
The little Germanic girl was suddenly surprised.
“So you know you have always been bad before?”
She seemed to have gotten to know Ian again.
“……”
Ian, who was speechless, suddenly threw away the tableware, and when he saw Aurora actually taking out another lollipop, he angrily snatched the lollipop from her hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
"I have to go find Dumbledore to understand the situation."
Ian felt the effect of dopamine, his mood was slightly better, and he hurried to Aurora He left the auditorium with a thoughtful gaze.
What a pity.
Not only did Ian not see Dumbledore on the Marauder's Map, but he also couldn't find anyone in the principal's office. He even found many corners and places where he could hide people.
Still found nothing.
Ian, who felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, walked to the toilet and subconsciously said something to the toilet.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, are you here?"
He lifted the toilet lid.
Of course Dumbledore can't be inside.
However, the frightened Myrtle was hit by Ian.
Looking at each other.
After a while.
"I hid in other toilets! You still don't want to let me go! Ahhh! Help!!" Myrtle's lung-breaking scream immediately made the little wizard run away. .
“This is the men’s room!”
Ian ran outside to confirm that he had entered the correct toilet. He felt that he might have been cursed by Voldemort today, and he felt inexplicably depressed no matter what he did.
"Do you eat curses? Take a bite of me?" Ian returned to the back of the Room of Requirement and grabbed his Dark Phoenix from the top of the Dementor's head.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
Dark Phoenix struggled to escape.
"Hey, don't tell me, you are like a phoenix and a raven. Maybe you are also... No, it should be said that you are the hybrid species!"
Ian plucked the black phoenix's fur and wanted to pull off a hair for research, but found that after the black phoenix's fur fell off, a burst of black and purple flames would immediately rise from the feathers.
Not only did this flame not burn him, it couldn't even ignite a piece of wood.
“This thing must have some special effect.”
Ian thought for a moment and brought the burning feather close to the dementor. Sure enough, the dementor immediately screamed in horror It screamed and crawled into its cage like it was running for its life.
"Special attack on souls? No...it should be more than that." Ian didn't want to scrap his only dementor, but he knew that he could capture a few creatures with souls in the Forbidden Forest.
Just do it.
Ever since.
Ian immediately entered the Forbidden Forest through the secret passage.
"Centrals have no sense of pain! Especially centaurs who have done all kinds of bad things!" The little wizard realized the improvement of the eight-point light wheel with bare hands, and searched around in the forbidden forest like a crab.
Nothing more.
He probably didn't have good luck today. In more than two hours, he didn't find an evil centaur who kept greeting his whole family, and also made various threats and curses.
“I’ll come back tomorrow during the day!”
If it weren’t for the time to enter the tranceland tonight, Ian would have stayed up all night just like the people who even kneeled in the queue. Somewhat discouraged, I just planned to pack up and go back to school.
"Beep~"
The clock on the wrist made a slight sound.
That's the twelve o'clock midnight reminder.
Before Ian raised his hand to look at the time, he found that everything around him suddenly became extremely quiet, and time seemed to be gently held down by an invisible film.
Everything is still in this moment of eternity.
“The moon...has turned red...”
Ian raised his head in confusion, and the sight of the bleeding moon was just reflected in his eyes. The next moment, he noticed the surrounding people. Everything seems to be moving away from me.
Blurred.
The world is spinning.
Such a familiar feeling appears again.
Ian set foot in that area for the first time in a sober state - the endless black sand came into his eyes, like an endless abyss swallowing all the color and life.
Look up to the sky.
There are also no traces of stars or daylight there, only a deep black curtain, as if even the deepest darkness in the universe is condensed here.
A depressing and dull breath came to my face.
The blood moon I witnessed before is still hanging above it. Its scarlet and strange light is like the fire of hell, bringing an ominous color to this dead desert.
Incredibly evil.
(End of this chapter)