Ian saw a talking book in Hogwarts Library's Restricted Section, and he even studied it curiously. This must be one of the important reasons for creating the absurd scene before him.
"I am more efficient in alchemy when I am drunk!?" Ian tried hard to recall what he did last night, but all he could remember in his mind was dancing with the crowd at the ghosts' dinner party.
Children really shouldn't drink alcohol.
He had no idea when he returned to Room of Requirement, and how he stayed up late to create the pile of books in front of him. Even Dementor had been decorated by him.
The feeling of being hungover is very unpleasant.
This is especially true for Ian's body that has not yet fully developed.
He shook his aching and swollen head, and scattered fragments of memory seemed to be shaken out, but he only recalled that he had classified the bones of the Riddle family.
"There is always an old Tom among you." Ian looked at the pile of Muggle skeletons that were carefully sorted. Because their bones had no bloodline magic, they were spared and piled in the corner. As for those bones with bloodline magic, they were all transformed into the Book of Skeletons that is now floating in the air.
No one was spared.
"My body is about to burst!"
"Can't you make me bigger?"
"You made the face on my cover crooked. Take my face off and put it back together again!"
"Oh my god, how could there be such a boring creator? He created us just to be able to talk to stupid snakes. I feel like I hate the content and mission I carry!"
A group of suspended books of bones were chirping from beginning to end.
The main body of their covers is composed of carefully selected human skeletons. These originally scattered bones have been rearranged and combined to form a lifelike but different skeletal face.
There are men and women.
It looks full of evil but also has the feeling of a work of art. Ian felt that he had a lot of artistic germs after being drunk, so he directly grabbed one of the copies of <Book of Parseltongue> and spread it out.
As expected.
Just like when his plan was interrupted by ghosts yesterday, there were no words in the books, only the ancient Runes symbols outlined with lines flickering faintly.
"Hissssss~"
The spread out <Book of Parseltongue> stopped complaining, and the skeletal face on the cover began to whisper like a teacher, and Ian's ears seemed to hear the sound of snakes.
Accompanied by translation.
However, before the whisper of the translation could be heard, Ian found that he had guessed the meaning of Parseltongue one step ahead. Although there were still some mistakes, it was generally in agreement.
At this time, Ian noticed that with his crazy refining last night, his Alchemy was approaching the critical point of breakthrough. At the same time, he seemed to have a preliminary understanding of Parseltongue in the process of refining <Book of Parseltongue>. He did not obtain specific skills, but the existing skills were also greatly improved.
[Language Mastery(Level 7):5/6400]
From the original level six to level seven, it has become the same level of ability as [Blazing Journey]. If you fully learn Parseltongue, there should be a big improvement.
"Hissssss~"
Ian attempts language interaction using Parseltongue and <Book of Parseltongue>.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"
The skeletal face on the cover of <Book of Parseltongue> responded immediately. This is why <Book of Parseltongue> seem to be very "intelligent" and can also complain.
The creative concept of Ian is to provide learners with a good language communication environment.
He believes that the learning and reciting of extremely rigid words and language structures will only put Parseltongue learners in a situation where they can understand Parseltongue but find it difficult to truly communicate. Being able to communicate while learning is the best way to learn, and it is definitely the fastest way to learn a language.
"You guys are great!" Ian gave full marks to <Book of Parseltongue>'s experience. He immediately took out his carving knife and wrote a sentence on <Book of Parseltongue>.
[They will speak to you, this is from the masterpiece book of Ian. Prince]
Following [Bone-Crushing and Ash-Scattering Box], Ian has created his own original work. Although the raw materials of the work are somewhat underworld, <Book of Parseltongue> is obviously more meaningful than [Bone-Crushing and Ash-Scattering Box]. If Gaunt Family people have no objections in hell, it may really be called an outstanding work.
After all.
Parseltongue In addition to blood inheritance, even Dumbledore is difficult to control through learning. You must know that Dumbledore is not only a magic genius but also a genius in linguistics. Even such a master can only memorize some syllables by rote, and other mediocre wizards are naturally less likely to control Parseltongue.
"It's a pity that I can't sell you in the school, at least not until I catch the treasure Basilisk... the little wizards in the school probably can't pay too high a price." Ian "caught" the <Book of Parseltongue> that was running around in the air, stuffing dozens of copies of <Book of Parseltongue> into his own purse.
After many space expansions, Ian's wallet is now the size of a football field, and most of his belongings are now carried around.
Of course.
A space the size of a football field is not the limit of Extension Charm, but it is the limit of Ian's control over Extension Charm. In the future, he will definitely continue to expand the space in his wallet.
Whether it is used or not is secondary.
All Ian wants is his own Doraemon fourth-dimensional pocket.
"You guys come in, too."
Ian thought about it for a moment, but in the end he did not choose to destroy the pile of Muggle bones. Rather than burning a handful of Fiendfyre to ashes, he preferred to boil the bones of old Tom into soup.
Human bone powder is also a material in Potions, and it is difficult to obtain through formal channels. The bones of Voldemort's father are contained in a group of regular Muggle skeletons.
Ian felt that it would be a waste to destroy them all in order to permanently eliminate future troubles - he dug the graves of the entire village because he was in a hurry and couldn't find any one of them that was old Tom.
"It's all trivial to avoid future troubles. If we want to save Horcrux Harry. Potter, we must use the bones of old Tom, Snape will definitely be willing to admit that I am the most talented student he has ever taught for the sake of Mr. The Chosen One's life, and then write a letter of guarantee that I will give Ravenclaw at least one hundred points in one semester."
Ian finally wanted to stuff the Dementor tied into a rice dumpling into his own money bag, but he had not yet found a way to increase the tightness of the money bag. Dementor, which was about the same size as Hagrid, had his head stuck directly in the entrance and exit of the money bag. In desperation, Ian could only pull Dementor out again.
"Why can't you grow a balloon head!" Ian locked Dementor in the cage again and hid it. The aggrieved Dementor curled up in the corner of the cage as if sobbing.
This is a scene that other wizards have never seen before. After cleaning up some messy Room of Requirement, Ian found that it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Fortunately, today is Halloween and Hogwarts would have a whole day off, otherwise he would definitely be happy to mention the new achievement of missing school all day.
"Do the cooking! I'm going to do the cooking!" Just when Ian was about to leave, suddenly, the portrait in the Room of Requirement classroom that Ian often used suddenly spoke.
"Salazar will definitely kill you if you are still alive."
They had never spoken before, and this was the first time. Ian was shocked and quickly turned around and looked over. It was a handsome red-haired young man that he had never seen before. This figure had never appeared in Hogwarts's portraits, and there was no portrait of this young man in this classroom before.
You must know that in order to understand the principle of "magic intelligence", Ian harassed the portraits in the castle.
"Are you the ancestor of Weasley family? To be honest, at first I just wanted to study Parseltongue's Origin of Bloodlines through those bones. I never thought that I accidentally made them all into a book of bones last night."
Ian stared at the red-haired young man's somewhat fluffy red hair. The people hanging in this classroom were all outstanding graduates of Hogwarts, almost all masters covering the fields of Potions and alchemy.
"I don't have any descendants, and descendants will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword. How can someone like Weasley family be as handsome as me?" the red-haired young man in the portrait asked directly.
"Oh, you are Gryffindor." Ian stared at the portrait of a picnic witch. Against the background of mountains and flowing water, the red-haired young man didn't know where he had driven the picnic witch.
"Response very quickly, evil Ravenclaw kid." The red-haired young man in the portrait smiled and did not deny it. He picked an apple from the fruit tree next to him.
"You should use honorifics for me."
Portrait of Gryffindor found himself unable to chew the apple in his hand.
"This portrait of you is obviously only a few years older than me, and you are obviously not yet Founders. The portrait of Gryffindor hanging next to the stairs is the ancestor of Founders." Ian was a little unhappy at being scolded as an evil brat. He blinked his eyes seriously, and the words he spoke made it difficult for Gryffindor to refute.
However.
Gryffindor is not annoyed at all.
"I will definitely not deny this, but I am the only one who is the portrait that I have devoted so much effort to. And no matter what period the painting recording me was born in, as long as I show up, you will be recognized by the Gryffindor little wizards." The red-haired young man with a smile clearly understood the character of Ian.
"Salute to you, the great ancestor Founders." Ian seemed to have learned the true story of Grindelwald's changing face. He immediately bowed to the portrait above in a humble tone.
The spirit of craftsmanship reappears!
"What a snobbish brat, just like Salazar. It's a pity that if you hadn't stolen the bones of his descendants, you might have been able to gain recognition from him."
Gryffindor's words made Ian's eyes light up.
"Is there any portrait of Slytherin in the school? Is there any benefit that can be obtained by collecting and recognizing the portrait of Four Founders?" In this regard, Ian always thinks very quickly.
"You should be able to see his portrait in his Chamber of Secrets. There is a laboratory hidden by him in Chamber of Secrets." Gryffindor hung the apple in his hand back on the fruit tree. "You may be able to get some benefits from Ravenclaw's portrait. She left a secret treasure for the apprentice she never found."
There is a double meaning in this sentence.
Ravenclaw did leave something for future generations, but other Founders did not have this consideration. After hanging the apple, Gryffindor spoke to Ian again.
"Of course, Salazar's approval may allow you to find the land deed you want... if you don't dig up the bones of his descendants to make those books."
He actually even knew about the land deed that Ian was thinking about Hogwarts.
"Have you been spying on the little wizards?" Ian had never seen Gryffindor in the portrait, but he didn't expect that the other party seemed to have a very good understanding of him.
"The portrait is part of Hogwarts. Most of the things Hogwarts witnessed can be known to the portraits." Gryffindor patted the leaves on his body.
"Of course, as portraits of Founders, we must be more special than other portraits, and each of us has our own secret cabin in Hogwarts. Except for the cabin of Helga, there is no special Everyone else's secret cabins are hidden in places where others can't find them." Gryffindor's explanation roughly explains why Marauder's Map of Ian can only find the location of Room of Requirement.
Because this is the only room that has not hidden its existence in Hogwarts's "system".
"So you also have a secret cabin."
Ian's heart moved slightly.
He knows the entrance to Chamber of Secrets, maybe he can explore it after learning Parseltongue, and the secret cabins of the other two Founders also make him curious.
"You can't see me in the portrait in the castle because I've been staying in my cabin. In fact, if I hadn't discovered that your behavior was really outrageous, I wouldn't have chosen to come out and communicate with you." Gryffindor raised his eyebrows, with a hint of reminder in his voice.
"Salazar is a very vengeful person, and his portrait must be the same as him. If you suddenly find his Chamber of Secrets, be careful that his portrait deliberately let you find it."
Gryffindor's words made Ian frown slightly.
"I'll be careful."
Ian sighed helplessly. If it weren't for the one-night indulgence last night, what he actually wanted to make was a talking skeleton. Maybe that would be more respectful than making Gaunt Family into a book?
"Have you never encountered the portrait of ancestor Slytherin in school?"
There was never any portrait of Chamber of Secrets in his memory, but he couldn't tell clearly. Hogwarts itself did have too many secrets that he had never known in the original work.
"Yes, but I guess he must have made and left a portrait of himself." Gryffindor responded with a firm tone. At the same time, he continued after pondering for a moment, "Although we had a dispute for some reasons back then, this school is ultimately the hard work of the four of us."
"He just left, it doesn't mean he doesn't care about it." This view is also shared by Ian. The four Founders undoubtedly have special feelings and bonds with Hogwarts.
Ian nodded thoughtfully and suddenly asked curiously, "Why didn't I see Ms. Helga? This Room of Requirement should be her secret cabin, right?"
Faced with this problem, Gryffindor just sighed.
"There is a portrait of her in Hufflepuff's lounge, but it is not tainted with her own aura. This may be because her death was too sudden."
The portrait of Gryffindor has a somewhat sad expression. Although it is just a character in a painting, his feelings for other Founders are obviously no different from Gryffindor.
"Huh?"
Ian is fairly familiar with the contamination aura mentioned in this portrait.
He has really studied the nature of portraits. A "wisdom" portrait does not necessarily require the person's death. The reason why these portraits can move and think does not depend on the painter. Yes, the wisdom of the portraits completely depends on the "spiritual aura" left by the wizard painted.
Wizards will leave their "spiritual aura" in their permanent residence during their lifetime. The more powerful the wizard, the stronger the "spiritual aura" they leave behind. The talent of the painter affects the level of utilization of this "spiritual aura". The more powerful painters will even pour some of their own characteristics into the portrait.
This will sometimes make a powerful and intelligent wizard likely to have a more capable portrait. Of course, this situation will definitely affect the degree to which the character presented in the portrait is a representation of the portrait. From this aspect, it is not wrong to force the young Gryffindor portrait to say that he is more like himself.
"Hufflepuff ancestor died suddenly?"
This is not only the first time Ian has heard such remarks. When Dumbledore once told him about Founders's three transactions, when he mentioned Hufflepuff's ancestor, he also said that Hufflepuff's ending was not happy.
"This kind of tragedy is not something you little wizards can gossip about." Gryffindor had no intention of answering Ian's question. He just sighed heavily and his tone was very sad.
"Then can you tell me about the transaction that Hufflepuff witnessed?" Ian chose to settle for the next best thing. He felt that he had found a huge secret of the ancient times.
"I know that the transaction you mentioned exists, but I don't know the actual content. After all, I am just a portrait. The Gryffindor who made me did not pour any memory of this into me." Gryffindor in the portrait shrugged, hesitated for a moment, and then added.
"He must have taken that matter very seriously and didn't want anyone to know about it from me. It's hard to keep a portrait secret, but he even gave me the memory of peeking at someone taking a shower."
The portrait of Gryffindor lowered his voice and said proudly.
Ian's eyes widened.
"Okay, okay! If you don't go to Gryffindor House to announce that I am your recognized heir, I will immediately tell everyone that you peeped in Ravenclaw's bath!"
He felt like he had caught Gryffindor's little chicken feet.
"????"
The portrait of young Gryffindor was confused, "Who told you that I would peek at Ravenclaw taking a bath? She is a married woman! And that was something I did when I was very young."
The young Gryffindor in the portrait obviously doesn't know how sinister the little wizard's heart is.
"You have been spying on others bathing since you were a child, and then you said that women affect the speed at which you draw your sword? Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that the ancestor Gryffindor would be such a shameless yellow wizard!"
"There is a reason why Gryffindor House is the college with the highest birth rate among Hogwarts!" Ian's expression of sudden realization made Gryffindor's portrait look a little out of control.
"Why are you looking at these statistics for nothing!? Are you free and have nothing to do!" Young Gryffindor raised his trembling fingers and pointed at the little wizard outside the frame.
"Sometimes it's a bit leisurely."
Ian nodded honestly.
"..."
Gryffindor's portrait was choked and speechless.
After a long time.
He sighed in various ways, "If you can rely on your own ability to find my treasure house and come in front of me, I will publicly admit that you are a junior recognized by Gryffindor."
"This is a trial, only given to a specific group of people..." Gryffindor's portrait looked a little helpless, "Originally, I was supposed to come to you when you were in third grade."
Don't say anything else.
Just the word treasure house made Ian's eyes light up.
"As long as I rely on my own ability, can I find you in any way?" Ian knew that the adventurous Gryffindor must have left behind more than just a sword that became more and more brave as he fought.
"Yes, I want to remind you that you are the seventh wizard to reach the threshold and the only student who is not Gryffindor House. The six challengers before you have all failed in the end."
"Where I am, there are three levels of trials. It is not enough to control powerful magic. On the road to the trial, you also need to have extraordinary swordsmanship. I think I also left a swordsmanship guide book in Hogwarts Library, but few wizards have learned it over the years."
"For today's young wizards, they would rather make themselves a magic gun than learn swordsmanship... I also admit that this is a better method of personal defense, but it obviously won't work in the trial I left. If you are really free, you might as well use this time to practice swordsmanship."
Gryffindor's portrait reminded him, "Of course, if you feel that you have no talent in swordsmanship, you can also find a teammate with excellent swordsmanship for yourself."
"The friendship of your partners is also a kind of power that belongs to you, but you need to share part of your harvest accordingly." Gryffindor's voice was very loud and powerful, "You have enough time to weigh whether you want to challenge alone or team up with your own partners. After all, it takes a lot of effort to find where I am."
He spoke very confidently, "In fact, it took two and a half years for the young wizard to find my location the fastest. If the challenger fails to complete the trial before graduation, it will be considered as a failure of the challenger's trial."
This is definitely incredibly difficult.
It takes two years just to find a place?
Hogwarts is a little bigger!
"Are all my challenger seniors so stretched out?" Ian said in surprise, while running towards a pile of materials used to make <Book of Parseltongue> last night.
There are still some materials left.
He decided to recycle it.
"Your last challenger was named Albus. Dumbledore. He didn't even get to see the third level." Gryffindor on the portrait reminded with a smile.
One thing to say.
His body was obviously right in not recording that secret transaction on him. After all, with his big mouth, he probably couldn't keep any secrets.
"Our principal? He didn't tell me that Hogwarts had this kind of trial!" Ian took a breath. From this point of view, Gryffindor's trial was indeed a bit scary.
You must know that Dumbledore is one of the most talented wizards in modern times.
"That's because those who fail the trial will not remember that they have participated in the trial... The little wizard cannot resist that kind of magic. When Dumbledore was a student, he was far less powerful than he is now." Gryffindor's portrait revealed a trial rule from the ancient Founders to Ian.
"Do other Founders have similar trials?" Ian took back some materials from the leftover materials used last night, took out a bone of Tom's seventh aunt and eighth aunt and started tinkering with it.
"I don't know."
Gryffindor's response was also very straightforward, "I'm just a portrait. I'm not Hogwarts myself, but I think the other three are not as keen on it as I am."
"If you have time to dig my grave, maybe you can still see the legacy of my bad taste." He is a real tiger, knowing that Ian likes to dig other people's graves, he still gave me some suggestions with expectation.
"Where is your grave?"
Ian's curiosity was aroused.
"You need to find it yourself. Some people say that I am still living in Black Lake. This is obviously not something that a portrait of me should know. I just remember that I have always been obsessed with giving interesting surprises to tomb robbers." Gryffindor's portrait laughed evilly, and he continued to encourage Ian to find his own tomb.
However.
"I think I'd better find the treasure house you mentioned first." Ian began to frantically stir things in a large bowl. The treasures in the treasure house were obviously more attractive to him than Gryffindor's bones.
They are all people from a thousand years ago.
Who knows if there are any bones left for him to study?
"What are you doing?"
Gryffindor curiously came to the front of the frame.
"Didn't you say that I can use any method to find where you are?"
Ian removed the toad nerve that jumped on his face. He hesitated for a moment and ran to the door. "Wait for me. I will show you my big baby later."
Said.
Under Gryffindor's increasingly curious eyes, Ian left Room of Requirement through the door. A moment later, he ran back quickly with a small bowl in hand.
"You are indeed still here."
He looked a little out of breath.
"Of course I'm here. Although I'm just a portrait, my curiosity is as strong as myself." Gryffindor's portrait looked at the bowl in Ian's hand.
"Yeah, I know, I also have a friend with similar characteristics to you." Ian breathed a sigh of relief and poured the contents of the bowl into the bowl he had stirred just now.
He carefully started stirring again.
"You want to make a copy of Potions to find my whereabouts?" The portrait of Gryffindor was just as Ian expected. He couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked curiously.
"Also, where is the big treasure you said you wanted to show me?"
He and Pandero are indeed very similar in some aspects. As long as they cannot satisfy their curiosity, they will feel uncomfortable. This is probably the nature of every adventurous person.
"Not only can I survive Potions, I, Alchemy, am actually pretty good at it. I have also studied your portraits, so..." Ian asked Room of Requirement to get himself a ladder.
He put the ladder close to the wall and climbed up the ladder to the high portrait.
"I know some painter's techniques, but they are not very good, but they should be enough." Looking at the portrait of Gryffindor, who was still full of curiosity, Ian showed a bright smile, and began to paint with a brush carved from bones. His painting skills made Gryffindor completely unable to tell what he was painting.
Therefore.
Gryffindor came close to where Ian was writing and writing.
"Are you drawing animals?"
He tried hard to identify the extra things in the portrait.
"I'm drawing a dog."
Ian nodded.
In fact, his Painting level has improved a lot, and the final product is still more or less recognizable, but the vicious dog looks a bit ugly.
This actually fits what Ian wants to draw.
"You want to let it smell my scent and then lead you to find me through the link between the portraits? This is indeed a very clever way."
Gryffindor suddenly realized.
He shook his head happily and said in a brisk tone, "But it's useless. Even if you can give it a real dog nose, it won't be able to smell anything on me. I am the portrait of Gryffindor, and I have already anticipated that someone might want to use this kind of shortcut."
"I won't leave any traces of my journey on my body, and even the painting masters can't identify the materials used to paint me." The young Gryffindor portrait finished confidently.
He raised his hand and wanted to touch the vicious dog drawn by Ian.
"Roar~"
The vicious dog obviously has a bad character. He raised his hand and wanted to bite Gryffindor's hand. Fortunately, Gryffindor reacted quickly, otherwise he might have become a portrait with a missing hand.
"You misunderstood. What I drew is not a dog with a sensitive nose, but a rabid dog... It just needs to chase you and follow you all the way back to your hiding place."
Ian finally drew the four legs of the vicious dog, and then suddenly "borrowed" a little paint from Gryffindor, and clicked on the location of the vicious dog's eyes.
"No one else can attract its attention. My big precious vicious dog will only chase you. You must be careful. Its bite is really painful."
Ian's gentle warning made Gryffindor's complexion change and he ran away.
The vicious dog with jagged fangs immediately followed.
One person and one dog quickly passed through several paintings and disappeared into the classroom of Room of Requirement. Obviously, Godric·Gryffindor many years ago did not provide such protection for this portrait.
"Tsk tsk, Gryffindor really doesn't have a deep understanding of imaging technology."
"I hope I can scare our portrait of Founders so that he will be chased by my puppy and run back to his safe house... Hey, I'm hungry and thirsty now, it's time to eat something."
Ian took one last look at the portrait that had lost its figure, climbed down the ladder and left Room of Requirement quickly.
Once out the door.
He couldn't help but wrap up his robe.
As November approaches, Hogwarts, the temperature has dropped below ten degrees Celsius. Even Hogwarts, with bonfires burning everywhere, still carries the bone-chilling temperature of the coming cold winter.
Of course.
Such a temperature cannot stop students from wanting to go out and have fun during the holidays. The corridors of the castle are extremely deserted, with only couples in twos and threes occasionally hanging out in the corners.
Others either went to Hogsmeade Village to participate in the rally, or were messing around with their companions on the lawn outside the castle. Ravenclaw students who love learning rarely stay in the castle during the holidays. Ian does not plan to go to the library today. He just wants to eat something and return to Room of Requirement to study Parseltongue.
"Salute to you, little Ian."
Along the way.
Ian also met some ghosts who attended the banquet last night, but their attitudes seemed a bit strange. Even Bloody Baron, who has always had a bad temper, was bowing to him.
"You are simply more amazing than Dumbledore."
This proud ghost from Slytherin House also exclaimed.
"My skeleton band entertained everyone?"
Ian found that every ghost was bowing to him. He could only guess that he had really excited the audience last night, but Bloody Baron's response surprised him.
"All of us ghosts are very grateful to you, not just because of the band you brought." Bloody Baron looked at Ian deeply, and then floated into the wall next to it.
"What happened last night?" Ian racked his brains and couldn't recall what happened last night. He found Helena. Ravenclaw, who was standing in front of his mother's portrait as always.
Today's Helena. Ravenclaw is a little different from the past. Although she is still looking at the portrait of Rowena·Ravenclaw in a daze, her expression is obviously more indescribable than before.
Like other ghosts.
Helena. Ravenclaw also bowed slightly to Ian, and then answered Ian's doubts, "Little Ian, you created a miracle that should have been impossible last night."
in words.
The sound of Helena. Ravenclaw is also full of complexity.
The look in her eyes at Ian was very strange.
"Did I bring Dementor to the banquet?" Ian's hangover memory fragments began to piece together slowly. He remembered that he had a lot of fun with the ghosts and even caught a few Thestral to go to the underground classroom. They were amazing magical creatures, and only people who had seen death could see them.
Because of this...
Thestral was once considered a symbol of evil Gilly, and it was said that it would bring all kinds of terrible disasters to those who saw them. However, there were also many Hogwartss used to pull carriages.
"What! You also raised Dementor!?" Helena. Ravenclaw's trembling and horrified reaction showed that Ian did not bring Dementor to the banquet.
"Shh~ keep your voice down!"
Ian did not cover Helena. Ravenclaw's mouth when he jumped. It was not because he was too short or had poor jumping ability, but because Helena. Ravenclaw dodged in time.
"I really don't know what I did. The way the ghosts looked at me was like... like looking at the Chosen One." Ian tried to find a less arrogant adjective but couldn't find it. He even felt that the way the ghosts looked at him was hotter and more intense than the way many wizards looked at Harry. Potter.
"Oh, yes, of course it is. You described yourself very appropriately. After all, I can't believe it even now." Helena. Ravenclaw took a deep look at Ian.
"The miracles you created are even more incredible than the miracles of that little boy. Last night, you cast a special magic." Ghost Helena. Ravenclaw responded softly in the corridor, solving Ian's inner doubts, "Even if it was just a short night, this magic gave the ghosts a sense of taste."
Even after others told him about it, Ian still couldn't remember it - he felt that he must stay away from alcohol in the future, even after becoming an adult again.
"Why didn't I know I could do magic like this?" Ian looked at his personal panel. There was no magic recorded on it that had similar effects.
He can only think in the direction of Transfiguration.
"Maybe it's not magic. Who knows, you have done amazing things anyway." Helena. Ravenclaw floated to the portrait of her mother again.
Before Ian could ask.
Her voice full of anxiety then sounded.
"Perhaps I really should go find you tomorrow night. My mother just spoke to me. This is the first time her portrait has spoken. I always thought she never left her breath."
"Maybe she just hasn't wanted to communicate with me all these years."
Helena. Ravenclaw obviously still seemed a little hesitant, but when he saw that the promise to Lady Ravenclaw was about to be completed, Ian immediately shook his head after pondering to no avail and became energetic.
"Of course not! She loves you very much, and I'm afraid she has been waiting for you." He encouraged again. This time, Helena. Ravenclaw did not refute like before.
"I still don't know how to face her, but if I really have another chance to choose, I think I should need to show some courage that I rarely had even in my lifetime."
"It's been too long since I lost my courage. After all, what I did last time I mustered up the courage caused tragedy in my life." Helena. Ravenclaw began to sob again.
"Tragedy will not always be with you, just like regret should not always be with your mother." Ian wanted to pat Helena. Lady Ravenclaw on the shoulder.
However, the hand he raised could only hit the lady's waist or butt. After thinking about it, he retracted his hand. He was afraid of being misunderstood and causing Helena. Ravenclaw to change his mind.
"Actually, for a handsome little wizard like you, I should have always been wary of you, but my mother told me to trust you, and this time I chose to trust her."
Helena. Ravenclaw turned his head and looked at Ian.
Sighing in tone.
"Of course, I also believe in the miracle last night." Perhaps other ghosts thought that Ian cast some special magic, but only Helena, who had been taking care of the little wizard at that time, knew best.
There are no obscure spells, nor ancient or modern magic. There is just the little wizard muttering that he thinks everyone should have the right to enjoy delicious food on Halloween. Yes. It's just my opinion, that's all.
So.
After complaining like a normal chat, an impossible miracle happened.
It's like a story that only appears in fairy tales.
Ridiculous.
Bizarre.
With intriguing meaning...
(End of chapter)