Helena Ravenclaw left behind a meaningful remark before drifting away.
Ian alone stared thoughtfully in the direction she had gone until his stomach let out who-knew-how-many protests for the day. Only then did he scratch the back of his head and run towards the House-elf Kitchen.
"Transfiguration is a discipline that points directly to the origin of magic. Perhaps it can do more than alter things as wizards understand them. If cast upon ghosts, it may yield unexpected results."
"After all, Transfiguration can transform all things in the world. Ghosts may well be included among those things."
"Before now, no one could cast magic on ghosts. But because I can enter the Misty Illusion, I am different from everyone else in this regard."
"If it's possible... this would surely be a research direction of profound significance." Ian might have held a different view from Helena Ravenclaw regarding what had happened last night, but no one could say what new discoveries this difference of opinion might lead him to uncover on the path of Transfiguration.
Of course, Ian loved researching, pondering, and learning, but his most urgent task now was filling his stomach. He had not eaten a single thing since last night.
As Little long legs ran off, Ian vanished down the corridor. Moments later, Gryffindor's portrait, who had been "playing hide-and-seek" with the Vicious Dog through all sorts of portraits across Hogwarts, was chased into this area as well.
"Lend me your sword!" Gryffindor's portrait naturally had no ability to cast magic, but he had complete faith in his swordsmanship from when he had been alive.
He wanted Ian's abstract Vicious Dog to witness the prowess of Hogwarts' Juggernaut. What was one mere Vicious Dog, even if it had been imbued with rabies from a portrait?
Gryffindor wanted to