Chapter 152 151: The unspeakable request
Leaving Nick Flamel's office.
It's getting late.
Ian walked through an empty and long corridor, beneath his feet was a marble floor that had been polished over time and was as smooth as a mirror. On both sides of the corridor, on the towering candle holders, the magic-lit flames danced endlessly, emitting a warm and dim light, intertwined with the cold moonlight outside the window to form a picture of light and shadow.
As the temperature became colder and colder, the little wizards, who had returned to reality after vacation and finished a day of heavy study, almost all huddled together in front of the fireplace in the lounge to keep warm.
Even the number of little wizards who go out for night walks has decreased a lot. Although there are various heating products on the campus market, it is difficult for those gadgets to truly keep the whole body warm.
"Those sands are really the sands of time." Ian rubbed his hands and exhaled a large cloud of white mist. His unclear image was reflected on the windows next to the corridor. On the window lattice, a thin layer of frost quietly condensed, like delicate ice flowers, blocking the scenery outside the window extremely hazy.
The moonlight passes through this layer of frost, becoming softer and more mysterious. The presence of frost not only adds to the tranquility and coldness of the night, but also makes the corridor look even more mysterious.
"Professor Nick Flamel may be right. A civilization that can cut and utilize time will never leave any traces in the long river of history." Ian stood until the temperature dropped further than indoors. In front of the window of many degrees, he was still digesting the news he received from Nick Flamel.
Although Nick Flamel told him about the contract between the black-robed skeleton and him, it would indeed not do any harm to him, but he was still eager to find clues about the black-robed skeleton and the civilization that had sunk into a trance. Call it out of curiosity, but also out of self-interest.
If he fails to figure out why that civilization died, there will be a lot of hidden dangers for Ian. After all, the black-robed skeleton is now in a state of following him.
God knows whether the existence that caused the demise of this civilization will pay attention to the black-robed skeletons appearing in the world again. The catastrophe that can sink an entire civilization into the kingdom of the dead will definitely not be just a natural disaster.
Ian could not tell all the information to Nick Flamel. Because of this, Nick Flamel obviously did not know why the civilization related to the black-robed skeleton was destroyed.
"Playing with time, so I encountered time's revenge?" Perhaps Nick Flamel thought so, but Ian was different. After all, he witnessed the collapse of the entire civilization in a trance.
It was not just destruction on the physical level, but the entire civilization was "pushed" into a tangled illusion. The "punishment" in this meant definitely not just a counterattack against the rules of time.
It definitely contains some kind of willpower - if this guess is not wrong, Ian's behavior of "taking in" the black-robed skeleton will certainly have a certain degree of hidden dangers.
"Hey, all the mess is getting on me. Isn't this another form of misery?" Ian drew a series of question marks on the window with his fingers.
He looked at the clock hanging in the corridor and felt that it was almost time for him to hold a small class, so he calmed down and turned towards the stairs.
Nick Flamel's office is in the hall of the castle. If you want to return to the Ravenclaw lounge, you have to climb the stairs, and when Ian walked to the stairs, the spiral staircase was constantly changing.
no way.
Ian could only stand at the stairs and wait.
By the way, I looked at the castle where I lived, the small hall surrounded by beautifully carved stone pillars, and the soft magic light shining from the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
Hogwarts at night has a unique charm before the lights are turned off. The air was filled with the faint smell of lavender and potions, which must be Snape brewing some messy potions in the basement.
"Hoo~"
Ian exhaled a cloud of white mist again, put his slightly frozen hands into his robe, and began to think about whether he should risk his reputation in alchemy to research the "Second Generation Hand Warmer". As a first-generation product for heating pants, it failed miserably. Maybe I should design a more normal magic version of hand warmers.
"If we can find a way to seal the fire with the [Soul Furnace] property in a container to provide energy, maybe my second generation hand warmer can help my classmates defend against enemies."
"Throwing it out will blow up the enemy, and I can also feed back my magic power. It's a three-win situation. My classmates win once and I win twice. Both gold galleons and strength improvement can be effectively balanced."
Ian felt that he was enlightened by the cold, and such a genius idea could come up in his mind. He couldn't wait to get into the Room of Requirement after "get out of class" to do some product design.
If Nick Flamel could get hold of the magical metal Uru, not only ordinary flames could be sealed in it, but it would not be impossible to store a small wisp of fierce fire.
"It will surely become a stunning product comparable to nuclear hand warmers and nuclear electric vehicles!" Ian's mind was racing, and he kept looking at the ever-changing stairs ahead.
The rotation speed of these stairs is not very fast, so under normal circumstances, when they change positions, you need to wait for almost five minutes to more than ten or twenty minutes. They will draw elegant arcs in the space, and every corner will be perfectly connected.
More precise than Lego's splicing.
The only disadvantage is that the time when the rotation occurs is not fixed and depends entirely on how the administrator sets it. I think it was originally designed to prevent intruders.
It is not only a transportation hub within the castle, but also a perfect fusion of magic and art. It is also the culprit of why many young wizards are late for school.
Many young wizards think they have memorized the rotation time of the stairs after entering the castle for the first time. However, they may encounter another rotation method during class.
Problems like running to the wrong floor and waiting for too long... little wizards who like to get stuck in class often encounter problems. No one can tell whether this is Professor McGonagall's subtle teaching of the importance of being on time and preparing in advance.
"If I were the principal, I would do the same thing, and then hide in the crack of the door and watch the little wizards working in a hurry, and enjoy themselves secretly." While Ian was waiting, his hands were moving in the pockets of his robes. He was not just putting pressure on the money bag. The pockets of each of his robes had recently been marked with the Invisible Stretch Charm.
certainly.
Since it became harder and harder to expand the space every time, Ian did not expand much space in the pockets of his robe, and he could barely fit a few huskies in his robe.
"Here are my fever snacks."
Ian rummaged around in his pockets, but instead of finding the spicy strips specially made for him by the house elves, he found another small piece of paper.
"Again?"
He never puts small notes on himself, and even toilet paper is made from small stones. He is an environmentally friendly little wizard, and he immediately felt a familiar experience. He quickly took out the note that seemed to appear out of thin air in his pocket. Fortunately, this time it was not an inexplicable mysterious "letter".
[In order to avoid you secretly questioning me and pouring Veritaserum into my tea cup, I need to warn you in advance. As an alchemist who has always abided by the law, now the alchemy professor at Hogwarts, regardless of No matter what tricks you use, I will never tell you that the location of King Arthur's tomb is in the XXXX area. 】
Even without reading the text.
Just from the handwriting, Ian could tell who secretly stuffed this piece of paper into his pocket. The personal handwriting style of Nick Flamel, the master of alchemy, was really obvious.
"God knows how to abide by the law..." Ian thought of Nick Flamel's money printing press. He even dared to build such a thing. God knows what other shocking things Nick Flamel built behind his back.
Moreover, the note said righteously that it would not tell Ian the location of King Arthur's tomb, but the last address was extremely detailed and even listed any beacons around it. The most outrageous thing is that Nick Flamel seemed to be afraid that Ian would not be able to find it, and even gave the exact longitude and latitude coordinates of the tomb on the earth.
"This 600-year-old professor seems to be a fun-loving person..." Ian looked at the note in his hand, and then thought of the tomb robbing tools that Nick Flamel had not taken back after he had confiscated them.
He had no way of guessing what Nick Flamel was expecting to see - let's talk about it, if the location of the tomb given by Nick Flamel was the location of someone else's tomb, Ian would definitely be moved.
However.
It just so happened that the tomb given by Nick Flamel was that of the legendary king. This is a bit tricky in Ian's opinion. After all, he is deeply involved in many aspects with the relevant people.
certainly.
That's not to say that Ian wasn't moved at all.
After all, as a wizard with lofty ambitions to pass on the grave digging business to future generations and establish the nine oldest sects in the wizarding world, Ian is also very curious about the tombs of those legendary figures.
Of course, Ian has never dug Merlin's tomb, but there must be King Arthur's bones in King Arthur's tomb. A [Corpse Control Curse] will definitely give a full sense of accomplishment.
The only thing you need to worry about is that digging such a grave will definitely encounter a lot of dangers, and the consequences will be huge, and there is also the risk of being beaten up by Morgan.
No matter how great the hatred is.
After all, that is the tomb of the teacher's brother. This is a problem that Ian finds difficult. However, for a smart little wizard like him, there is no perfect solution to the problem.
"I want to recruit my good friend Pandro to join me. He will definitely not refuse such a unique adventure. He has gained happiness, and I have gained safety and treasure."
"I only need one magic stone that still has a lot of magic power left to help me bear the cost of summoning him to be the patron saint... One stone is not enough for me and I have many, many more."
Ian's idea of finding another way made him feel like he could win twice more. Just when he had made a shocking plan, the rotating stairs gradually stopped.
The little wizard, full of sexy ideas, was about to step on it.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, the student in front." Suddenly, an old voice sounded behind Ian, with a somewhat intermittent feeling that he was still breathing heavily.
"Hello, old gentleman, old lady..." Ian turned around and saw an old man with white hair. He was wearing a knee-length windbreaker and looked elegant and easy-going.
The still-luxurious hair can even leave a lot of hair to cover the small part of the eyes. It looks quite fashionable. For some reason, Ian reminds Ian of an old man character in the novel "Dragon".
He is handsome, has a lot of hair, and has a good temperament. It is no wonder that there are two old ladies beside him who, although their facial features are full of ridges, can still be seen to be very beautiful when they were young.
certainly.
This was not the thing that Ian envied the most. He kept his eyes fixed on the top of the old man's head. He had not yet lost his hair at such an old age. He really wanted to know if the other man usually used Potter's shampoo.
"You are the only little wizard around here. I think you are looking for your lost pet?" The old man unbuttoned his windbreaker to reveal the little guy inside.
The Bowtruckle, which had escaped from Nick Flamel's office before, was now sleeping tightly against the old man's chest. The way the two hands were gently clasped on the old man's chest looked quite intimate.
"No, what I threw was a gold Bowtruckle, Mr. Scamander." Ian felt familiar before, but now he was completely sure of the other party's identity.
Yes.
Newt Scamander. Most young wizards will be familiar with such an old man, because his avatar is printed on the front page of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
He is the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and was also a student of Hogwarts Hufflepuff House, but he "graduated" early due to some well-known reasons.
In the memory of Principal Albus Dumbledore, Ian saw Newt Scamander in his prime, and now Newt Scamander has become a gray-haired old man. .
He even looks older than Principal Albus Dumbledore. It’s hard to imagine that this is the protagonist of the previous era from Ian’s perspective.
Yes, judging from what Ian knows about Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander must have adopted the protagonist template, and is more like a protagonist of an era than Harry Potter.
Everyone understands that many people who did not graduate from Hogwarts have become big bosses. Even Hagrid is a fierce man. Who can say that a hybrid giant who can resist a lot of magic is not strong enough?
Newt Scamander is also one of the abnormal graduates. Even if his achievements in magical animals are ignored, his life is definitely magnificent-this is despite being against Grindelwald and still living to this day. As a person, the magical attainments are not particularly strong, which is the good luck of the protagonist.
If we didn't film the story of Harry Potter but the story of Newt Scamander, Ian felt that we could film five episodes with less talk, and the plot would definitely be more exciting than the little wizard fighting Voldemort.
"Huh?"
The little wizard's somewhat nonsensical response clearly stunned the somewhat steadfast Newt Scamander. He seemed to be still the same person who was not good at words all his life.
"Actually, if there is a Bowtruckle made of silver, the Bowtruckle I threw could also be a Bowtruckle made of silver. Everyone in Hogwarts knows that I am a very talkative person."
Ian glanced at the little guy in Newt Scamander's arms again. The bowtruckle that he had raised for so many days and had not matured seemed to be full of bones.
At least it's close to Newt Scamander.
Newt Scamander's ancestor might actually be a Druid.
"..."
Newt Scamander was rendered speechless by Ian, and the old lady next to him who was helping him carry the [True Nuclear Weapon]-grade suitcase was laughing from ear to ear.
"Hahahaha, you little guy is so funny." This old lady is probably Newt Scamander's wife. I heard that she once worked as an Auror in the Ministry of Magic of a certain country.
Later, he was led astray by Newt Scamander.
"I'm serious, madam." Ian couldn't quite remember the name of Newt Scamander's wife. After all, "Modern History of Magic" only mentioned her briefly. William had helped him write his homework, so he certainly couldn't be expected to talk like Hermione.
"You can call me Miss Tina." This old lady was obviously old-hearted and took the old lady next to her with a sad face to introduce her.
"This is my sister Queenie Kowalski, you have to call her Miss Queenie. She has been in a bad mood recently, so I pulled her out to relax."
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, she is a very powerful person." The old lady Tina took the place of her husband to communicate with Ian. She obviously seemed much more talkative than Newt Scamander.
"It is indeed sad to have a family member pass away, but please bear with me and bear with me. A person will always reach the end of his life, and the next journey is not as scary as most people think." Ian glanced at his sad face. The old lady Queenie tried her best to soften her voice.
After hearing this, the old lady Queenie finally looked at the little wizard.
"For an old man who has been bedridden for many years, death is also a relief, right?" She obviously wanted to gain some approval from the outside for psychological comfort.
"Death is a new beginning, better than most people imagine. You will always meet again, after you die as your lover expected."
"I can probably guarantee this." Ian gave the other party the emotional value he wanted, but he also guarded against the possibility that the other party would seek short-sightedness.
There must be no hanging case at Hogwarts tomorrow morning.
"Crack!"
Newt Scamander suddenly clapped his hands at this time, "I think you must be Mr. Ian Prince. Albus mentioned you more than once in the emails he corresponded with me, and he praised you. Youjia, now I know why, you talk in the same tone as him.”
Seeing that Ian didn't refute.
Newt Scamander was happy for the accurate judgment he made.
"He's not a big man, but he has a lot of truths, but to me, such remarks are indeed very meaningful." The sad look on the old lady Queenie's face looked a little better.
Finished.
She looked at Newt Scamander again, with a bit of complaint in her tone, "See, this is the way to comfort people, instead of telling me from a biological point of view like you, that my husband is not He would feel the cold in the grave and accuse me of putting the treasure in his grave that would only speed up the decay of the body."
Obviously.
Newt Scamander's emotional intelligence certainly hasn't improved much over the years. There is a saying that finding a wife is definitely the biggest miracle that happened to Newt Scamander.
"Baby? Don't put your baby in a grave carelessly. Like oil, it can easily breed things that shouldn't breed." Ian looked up at the three old people in front of him.
"Look, I'm not the only one saying that." Newt Scamander, who was originally embarrassed, seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and immediately followed Ian's words and agreed.
He, his wife and sister-in-law obviously didn't understand what Ian said.
"Ha!"
The old lady Queenie looked unhappy.
"Okay, okay, you know, Newt has this kind of character, and he didn't mean to make you angry." Another old lady, Tina, stepped forward and acted as a peacemaker. It seems really interesting that a small group that is almost 200 years old together can still bicker like this.
"Ka~ka~"
Ian took out the melon seeds.
"You even watched the show!"
The old lady Queenie glared at the little wizard.
"Do you want it too?"
The little wizard shared his melon seeds with the three old guys.
"..."
The old lady Queenie was speechless. Her personality is quite different from when she was young. I don't know if it's because of being widowed, or maybe it's because of her personality changes after menopause.
"I want it."
Tina happily took the melon seeds from Ian's hand.
"Who are you looking for?"
Ian took the opportunity to inquire about the reason why the three people came to Hogwarts. Did he know that the place where Newt Scamander usually lived was very far away from Hogwarts.
Even if it is a visit, it is not the right time to visit.
"Looking for Mr. Nick Flamel, do you know where his office is?" the old lady Tina answered, and asked the little wizard about Nick Flamel's location.
"Over there."
Ian pointed in the direction of Nick Flamel's office.
When the old lady Tina heard this, she immediately thanked her and looked at her husband beside her.
"Let me rest again. The journey from Dorset to here has made me exhausted." Newt Scamander had been holding on to the stone pillar next to him, and he did seem to be a little exhausted.
It can only be said that it is no wonder that many passionate comics never depict the protagonist getting married and having children. You can deeply understand this by looking at Newt Scamander's current appearance.
"What makes you tired is not the fatigue of the journey, but the suitcase you are reluctant to put down." Queenie glanced helplessly at the suitcase carried by her sister.
Of course what she was talking about was not the weight of the box, but the tossing of the magical animals inside.
"They're just little guys. I don't have the energy I had when I was young, and I'm a lot more cautious. My boxes haven't caused any... big trouble in these years."
Newt Scamander responded quickly and immediately defended his suitcase. He also glanced at Ian, as if he wanted to save his image in front of the juniors.
"Like a thunder dragon? A fire dragon?"
Ian also looked curiously at Newt's suitcase - this suitcase has always been a legend. It is said that in its heyday, it even had special combat power that could be compared to the legend.
"They're all still young, they're all still young..." Newt Scamander's somewhat cryptic answer fully demonstrated that he was really not a good liar.
However. As his wife, Tina came out to tear him down.
"The bird and snake you rescued on the road is not small. You can obviously hand it over to the rescuers of the Ministry of Magic." Tina shook the suitcase she was carrying for her husband.
"I can't trust the Ministry of Magic here. They just framed Albus before... That bird snake is very obedient. It has become very small."
Newt Scamander seems to have redefined what a little guy is.
"I also like to raise some little things."
As soon as Ian heard about Bird Snake, his eyes immediately lit up, and he began to try to get close to Newt Scamander. The bottleneck of his current traceless expansion spell was the lack of Bird Snake's skin. Of course - Ian is not someone who will kill birds and snakes for a little skin. He has a special potion that can speed up the physical healing of creatures.
"I can see that you were taking care of the Bowtruckle tree when you were in school. You must be as obsessed with magical animals as I am." Newt Scamander immediately seemed to have found a common topic.
He gently pulled down the Bowtruckle lying in his arms and handed it back to Ian.
"If a wizard offers the Bowtruckle to the Bowtruckle, it will soothe it for a long time so that he or she can take wood from the tree and make a wand."
"They like rubes. And it's best to let these little guys have their own territory." Newt Scamander did not forget to teach Ian some little knowledge at this time.
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Ian nodded immediately.
"Yes, yes, that's it. I have actually been trying to build my [Ian suitcase], but now I have encountered some bottlenecks in the use of the invisible expansion spell."
Ian hurriedly put the Bowtruckle back into his purse while he was still awake. He made a request to Newt Scamander full of expectations.
"I would be very grateful if you could guide me about the construction of the suitcase." Ian wanted to pay, but felt that such behavior might offend the old man in front of him.
After all, he was still a little too philistine, and his eyes were not as clear and pure as the other person's. Well, there is still a bit of clarity and purity, and all the little wizards in the school know this.
"The purpose of Nick Flamel contacting me is also to ask me to help collect some materials for the expansion spell." As he said that, Newt Scamander took out a small cloth bag.
"I collected a little more, I hope they can help you." Newt Scamander's generosity surprised the little wizard, and he directly stuffed the small bag into Ian's hand.
"As courtesy comes to you, as courtesy comes to you."
Ian quickly looked through his money bag, but couldn't find anything related to magical animals, so he could only quickly take out a handful of black sand.
The little wizard's hand still couldn't hold it well, and a lot of sand slipped from his fingers.
"Thank you."
Newt Scamander also quickly held the black sand handed over by Ian with both hands.
"What is this?"
Tina came forward curiously.
"It's a precious gift from the little wizard." Newt Scamander quickly glanced at Tina, as if he was afraid that his wife's careless personality would hurt the little wizard's self-esteem.
"Thank you."
Tina rolled her eyes at her husband. She felt that her husband sometimes misunderstood her deeply. Is she the kind of person who has lived a lifetime and still doesn't have enough emotional intelligence?
"I think we have to pack it up and make it into a little crystal ball. The black snow must look really nice. I've seen it in Muggle shops."
Tina used words to prove to the little wizard that she valued this handful of sand. She dug out an empty cloth bag, put the black sand in it, and then tried to take out her wand to collect the ones that fell to the ground.
However.
"Huh?"
Tina waved her wand.
But he found that he couldn't control the sand.
"What's going on?"
Newt Scamander also noticed something was wrong. He tremblingly took out his wand and waved it vigorously, but it turned out that the strength did not affect the effect of the magic at all.
"This sand... just like you little guy... doesn't look right."
Only Queenie did not take out her wand, but frowned in confusion. She is a natural Legilimency, and her perception and mental powers are much stronger than those of ordinary wizards.
"They are the sands of time, they are the sands of time."
Ian was also a little surprised when he looked at the three old men who were troubled by the simplest magic. It was the first time that he knew that the sand was not affected by the wizards' magic.
But the problem is that he succeeded when he used the transformation spell before.
Is it related to the magic level?
"What did you say!?"
"You...what did you say this is?"
"Hiss~~~"
……
Just when Ian was puzzled, the three old men all widened their eyes almost at the same time, and they all felt as if they heard wrongly due to their poor ears.
"I say, they are the sands of time."
Ian was not particular about being low-key when giving gifts. He directly shouted louder and louder - and the next moment, he saw Newt Scamander showing an extremely unbelievable expression.
As arrogant as he is.
He was also shocked and his mind was buzzing.
"Oh my God!"
Tina was also shocked and covered her mouth - her sister Queenie had the fastest movements and speed. She just lay down on the ground and started picking up without letting go of any gravel.
"How could you have such a thing..." Newt Scamander had to re-examine the young wizard in front of him. He suspected that Albus Dumbledore had robbed the Department of Mysteries.
"I dug it out myself. I didn't know what these sands were at first. It was only after Professor Nick Flamel told me the answer that I realized they were the Sands of Time."
"Look, I just went to seek advice from Professor Nick Flamel, that's why you met me here." Ian's answer was indeed very honest.
"!!!"
Newt Scamander still looked shocked.
With Nick Flamel's endorsement, he would naturally have no more doubts... But, where else could so many Sands of Time be dug out if they weren't obtained in the Department of Mysteries?
Forbidden forest?
There are indeed many secrets hidden inside.
But isn’t this secret a little too big?
"Child, this kind of material is very precious. You shouldn't give it to others... It's best not to tell anyone, because the Ministry of Magic will definitely target you." Newt Scamander took the bag from his wife's hand , gave a serious warning, and handed the bag containing the Sand of Time back to Ian.
He seemed to have a bad opinion of the Ministry of Magic.
"Yes, child, you may not understand the meaning of the Sands of Time yet, but believe us, it will bring you danger." Tina nodded in agreement.
The two people obviously had no understanding of Ian's strength.
"Newt! We need...I need this..." After Queenie picked up the black sand on the ground and stood up, she saw Newt Scamander about to return the Sands of Time to Ian.
She suddenly became anxious.
"I have money, kid. I can give you all the money. I need it..." Queenie looked very nervous. She took out a key from her body as she spoke.
The old man, who was probably over eighty years old, looked at Ian with pleading eyes.
"Uh."
Ian looked at the Gringotts key in Queenie's hand, but did not take it. He grabbed it with both hands in his purse again, and then he took out two handfuls of black sand.
"Yes, yes, everyone who knows me knows that my whole body is full of helpfulness." Ian probably guessed what the other party wanted to do with the Sands of Time.
Said.
Under the bewildered gazes of three people, he put two handfuls of black sand into Queenie's and Tina's hands respectively, fully demonstrating what it means to be equally exposed to rain and dew without any partiality.
"!!!!!!"
"????"
"!?!?!"
The expressions of the three people are different.
But most of the time it’s just a feeling that the brain is a little bit confused.
What the hell is this behavior like wholesale of Sands of Time?
"How much did you dig?"
Newt Scamander spoke in an extremely difficult tone.
"Enough?"
Ian couldn't estimate how many tons he had dug, so he chose a more classic answer, which immediately returned the atmosphere to quiet silence.
I saw that the expressions of the three old people were a little subtle.
"To be honest, Miss Queenie, I don't think that trying to go back to the past is a responsible behavior, and it is very likely to cost you a heavy price."
In order to break the deadlock, Ian took the initiative to seriously remind Queenie.
"I have been a wizard for more than eighty years. Of course I know this. I just want to visit occasionally...just to see." A sad look appeared on Queenie's face again.
The whole person feels like he is depressed inside.
"Before your husband passed away, it was not a big deal that you had quarreled with him, and he would definitely not blame you for it." Ian's tone was soft and gentle.
"Can you even guess such a thing?"
After Tina came back to her senses, she first glanced at the black sand in her hand. Then, after hearing Ian's words, she immediately looked up at the little wizard in disbelief.
"He is a born Legilimency...the same as me...no...more domineering than my ability." Queenie took a deep look at the little wizard in front of her.
Her words made Newt Scamander and Tina suddenly stunned.
"Sorry..."
Ian scratched his head.
His extraordinary characteristic of [Thinking Perception] is inherently heaven-defying, and now he has practiced a lot of spiritual magic, so the passive effects he naturally exhibits are somewhat supermodel.
Newt Scamander and Tina's Occlumency is not very good.
Queenie's mind is now full of flaws. In fact, Ian doesn't want to see it, but the information is presented in front of him, and he is just forced to read Queenie's emotions.
"I understand."
Queenie has passively used Legilimency her whole life, so she naturally empathizes with Ian's situation. She held the black sand that Ian gave him very gratefully and assured him.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."
All I can say is.
This is probably what many people like to say before doing something stupid.
"Actually, I know a kind of spiritualism." Ian blinked and looked at the key in Queenie's hand. He bet that there must be many gold galleons in it.
"Huh?"
Queenie was confused.
It's not just her.
Newt Scamander and Tina also looked confused.
Unheard of magic.
All three of them were confused.
"Dark magic?"
Tina asked suspiciously.
"Of course not! I am a proper white wizard! Principal Dumbledore can vouch for me!"
Ian quickly retorted.
"What kind of magic is that? I've never heard of it."
Tina still looked confused.
"Don't ask me, I'm not sure about these messy magics..." Newt Scamander shrugged. He always only learns some practical magics that are useful to him.
"After I ask Principal Dumbledore about this, shall I let Principal Dumbledore communicate with you?" Ian didn't know if he should show his unusualness in front of strangers.
The reason why he felt compassion was not just because of Jin Galleon, but because the emotions Queenie had been showing were very contagious, making him somewhat sympathize with the old lady in front of him.
"Okay."
Queenie answered first.
His eyes flickered a little.
"Let's talk about your [Ian suitcase]. I feel that I can only help you in this regard. I can directly help you make a suitcase that you want."
"After all, the return gift you gave me... it feels hot to my hands even when I hold it." Newt Scamander changed the subject at the right time, and his cloudy eyes lit up again when he mentioned the animal suitcase.
"Yeah!"
When Ian saw that he didn't have to do it himself, he immediately became happy.
Newt Scamander also smiled, "First of all, we need to know the habits of your favorite magical animal. This is very important for us to arrange the environment in the suitcase."
"The key to mixing magical animals is to provide each friend you find with a home that is most suitable for them, and to prevent intrusions on the territory as much as possible."
Newt Scamander asked eloquently.
However.
he asked.
The smile on Ian's face suddenly stiffened a lot.
"Um...well...this..."
The little wizard really didn't know how to answer this question. He had just been suspected by Mrs. Tina of being proficient in black magic. Now he couldn't really tell the truth in front of three people, could he?
The "little ones" he was going to put in the box were a little sensitive. Dementors, bone dragons, skeletons, black phoenixes... well, after counting them like this, Ian also understood.
He does seem to be a bit like a dark wizard.
(End of chapter)