Helena. Ravenclaw left a meaningful word and then floated away.
Ian was left alone to stare thoughtfully in the direction she left. It wasn't until his stomach protested again for the unknown number of times today that he scratched the back of his head and ran towards House-elf's kitchen.
"Transfiguration is a discipline that points directly to the origin of magic. Perhaps it can not only change the things that wizards perceive, but it can also achieve unexpected effects if it is used on ghosts."
"After all, Transfiguration can change all things in the world, so ghosts may be included among all things."
"No one could cast magic on ghosts before, but because I can set foot on Limbo, I am different from others in this regard."
"If possible... this must be a far-reaching research direction." Ian may have a different view of what happened last night than Helena. Ravenclaw, but no one can tell what new things such different views will allow him to explore on the road of Transfiguration.
Of course, Ian likes to study and learn, but his top priority now is to fill his stomach. He hasn't eaten anything from last night to this afternoon.
As the little long legs ran, the figure of Ian also disappeared in this corridor - a moment later, the portrait of Gryffindor, who was "playing hide and seek" with the vicious dog among the various portraits of Hogwarts, was also chased into this area.
"Lend me your sword!" Of course Gryffindor's portrait does not have the ability to cast magic, but he strongly believes in his own swordsmanship.
He wanted the abstract vicious dog painted by Ian to see how powerful Hogwarts Juggernaut was. It was just a vicious dog, so what if it was infected with rabies implanted in the portrait?
Gryffindor wants to show off his skills.
However, in response to his request, the figures with swords in all the portraits along the way did not respond at all. For the portraits, the swords on their bodies were also part of themselves.
Who would lend their little one to others?
And even putting this aside, when most portraits holding swords saw Gryffindor running with a vicious dog, they would run away much faster than Gryffindor with oil on their feet.
"Who are they? Where's your courage! Where's justice and loyalty?" Gryffindor complained loudly and was tired of running for his life. He only had time to express his contempt for the escaping portraits.
It's not just the other portraits that don't help him.
Even he himself did not take action to save himself.
Gryffindor asked the older version of himself for help in the corridor, but the older version of himself only looked like he was watching a show. When he was desperate, he even asked for help from the little wizard outside the frame.
Nothing more.
"Wow! It's Gryffindor! A brand new version that I haven't seen before!"
"How could he be chased by a dog?"
"Perhaps this is his portrait setting? Just like the guy in Seventh Floor who was beaten by Troll. The artist probably showed the never-dying adventurous spirit of Gryffindor's ancestors."
"It's so philosophical. Wow, your understanding is great."
Gryffindor not only failed to get help from the little wizards, but the lively exchanges between the little wizards also caused a psychological blow to him, including his god damn philosophical thoughts and his never-ending spirit of adventure!
"Rowena Save me! Save me! Save me! I'm going to be bitten! I'm really going to be bitten!" The portrait of Gryffindor escaped all the way to the portraits of Rowena·Ravenclaw.
This portrait of a library with a background was immediately disturbed. The vicious dog and Gryffindor kept chasing each other behind dozens of bookshelves and collapsed several bookshelves full of books. It was Gryffindor who wanted to use the bookshelves to suppress the vicious dog. The vicious dog, like Ian, seemed to be able to only see Gryffindor in its eyes.
No matter how many books he puts on his body, nothing can stop him from running towards Gryffindor's heart. There is a rumor that Gryffindor's portrait does have adventure experiences inherited from him. A two-legged man has been running for so long without being bitten by a four-legged dog. His agility is indeed nimble, and he is even better than Jackie Chan in the furniture store.
It's just that no adventurer, no matter how skilled he is, can withstand a chase that lasts for tens of minutes. A vicious dog can make mistakes countless times, but Gryffindor, who is worried about "portrait version of rabies", cannot afford to make a mistake even once.
He is also really stubborn.
Even after being chased like this, he still refused to return to his safe house so that Ian could get what he wanted.
"Help me! Help me! Rowena! You have also raised a dog! You must know how to make this dog stop! I was tricked by that little bad guy from your college!"
Gryffindor began to run around Rowena·Ravenclaw, who was smiling outside the frame. One person and one dog circled dozens of times around the portrait of another Founders.
Finally, he saw the portrait of Gryffindor preparing to hug him and run above his head to avoid the vicious dogs. The portrait of Rowena·Ravenclaw couldn't hold it any longer.
"Why are you so noisy even in the portrait?"
Her tone was full of helplessness.
I also feel a bit nostalgic - that is a precious piece of history, which was named Ravenclaw by Ian. Prince, her best friend and two stooges in the past conversation.
Rowena·Ravenclaw now agrees with the little guy's statement. Now the portrait of one of the sand sculptures really makes Rowena·Ravenclaw seem to relive the years.
"It's that little bad guy from your academy! He's worse than you! Just because he wanted to find the room where I was hiding, he drew a rabid dog to chase me!"
Gryffindor failed to climb on top of Ravenclaw's head, but he still climbed to a high bookshelf and kept throwing books at the vicious dog barking below.
"Do you think that kind of disease can be inflicted on the portrait?" The portrait of Rowena·Ravenclaw looked up at Gryffindor. The smile that had been on her face for a thousand years completely turned into helplessness.
"It's definitely not good when it bites me! I have this feeling, it's an adventurer's intuition!" Gryffindor has completely thrown away all the books on the top of the bookshelf.
"Help me!"
He thought about the portrait of Rowena·Ravenclaw and sent out a cry for help. The vicious dog had already begun to climb up the bookshelf. The brave and fearless Gryffindor could only use his own feet to kick the vicious dog.
"Hey, why did you mention your treasure room to that little guy? It will make it difficult for you to find it." Rowena·Ravenclaw blew at the vicious dog that was hunting Gryffindor.
The next moment.
The abstract vicious dog drawn by Ian turned directly into a pool of ink, flowing outside the frame and dripping onto the corridor floor, completely losing its magic and power as a magical drawing.
"Phew, thank you, Rowena, you are so capable even in portraits." The portrait of Gryffindor climbed down from the bookshelf, and he gasped and gave a thumbs up to the portraits of Rowena·Ravenclaw.
"It's your luck that I haven't left yet." Rowena·Ravenclaw looked at the corridor outside the picture frame, his eyes looking at the direction Helena left.
"Leave?"
Gryffindor once again approached the portrait of Rowena·Ravenclaw.
But this time, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes suddenly became shocked, and his voice was full of disbelief, "I feel that you are different from us!"
Hear the words.
Rowena·Ravenclaw took a deep look at Gryffindor's portrait.
"That little guy will never give up until he achieves his goal. No matter what you are hiding and want to hand it over to future generations, you'd better hand it over early, otherwise he may draw more than one vicious dog next time."
Finished.
The portrait of Rowena·Ravenclaw smiled outside the frame again - some of her temperament began to change, she lost her previous agility and no longer continued any activities.
It's like a dull portrait with very little "spiritual flavor".
"This is cheating! It's cheating!"
The portrait of Gryffindor exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Why didn't my true self think of such an operation! Hiss! Salazar probably came back like this eleven years ago. It turns out that among the four of us, only Helga and I are honest people!"
The portrait of Gryffindor was obviously aware of some terrible secret. He walked in front of the portrait of Rowena·Ravenclaw, and his whole face was in front of the frame of the painting.
Only seen.
Directly opposite the picture frame is one of the few windows in a corridor. Its view is broad and clear, and will not be blocked by other buildings. It can just see the large lawn outside and Forbidden Forest in the distance. Perhaps in the evening, if it does not rain, this is also an excellent place to observe the night sky.
Many accomplished wizards like to observe the night sky.
The movement of the sun, moon and stars.
It tells a lot to the observer.
Just like... human years.
House-elf kitchen for Hogwarts.
Next to the huge wooden dining table, the table is covered with a variety of different ingredients, from Winky glowing magic fish to various freshly picked vegetables and fruits.
A group of petite House-elfs wearing neat aprons are busy here. Their ears are pointed and their eyes are shining with love and loyalty for their work. Some House-elfs are waving their fingers and directing the pots and pans suspended in mid-air to automatically complete tedious tasks such as cutting vegetables and stirring.
Every House-elf moves so skillfully. Since it is almost dinner time, the kitchen is in full swing, and the rich aroma of the dishes almost fills the entire kitchen. The air is filled with attractive aromas, from hot stew to sweet pastries, every dish embodies the hard work of the House-elfs.
"Today is Halloween, so everyone should eat something different. Hogwarts should have some unique Halloween traditions. We can't be as conservative as other schools."
"Different surprise meals will surprise the little wizards."
"Yes, that's it. Add a little bit of it, and the hot dishes can stimulate your appetite. If you don't believe it, I will compile a "Little Wizard's Diet Guide" for you when I go back."
Under the direction of Ian. Prince, the dishes of the little wizards tonight were more or less added with Mexico pepper, House-elfs didn't realize that this would make Hogwarts usher in a major hemorrhoid screening-Ian was eating on a separate small table, and the hotpot cook always wanted to brag.
After giving directions in the kitchen, Ian drank all the liquid in the cup.
"You still have to drink this!" Ian put down the lemonade with double lemon juice in his hand, feeling that the headache caused by last night's indulgence was much better.
Anyone who has ever experienced a hangover can probably relate to the discomfort. Ian even thought that the professor who gave the ghosts beer must have added a lot of industrial alcohol to the beer.
Fake foreign wine has always had a special attack effect on the brain.
"Mr. Prince is so knowledgeable! Robby admires Mr. Prince so much!"
"Hobby also worships!"
"Dobby will prove Dobby's admiration with actions. Dobby cut another plate of meat for Mr. Prince."
House-elf people are really good at providing emotional value.
Ian may have made no progress in Hogwarts's ascension to the throne, but in the kitchen, he seems to have already felt the joy of being a little emperor.
"I've almost eaten the shabu-shabu. Can you make this plate of meat into barbecue and stuff it into a Mexico burrito? I want to replenish my energy while studying."
Ian's request was naturally not rejected by the House-elfs. Amidst the praise for his hard-working and stable output of emotional value, he walked out of the kitchen with the Mexico burrito and planned to go to Forbidden Forest.
Christmas is coming.
Ian needs to prepare gifts for his friends and family. For the sake of worldliness, Grindelwald must also enjoy the same treatment as Dumbledore and Snape.
He didn't want to be worried about by teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts. Besides, aside from Resurrection Stone and Slytherin's Locket, the gold container given by Grindelwald was still pure gold.
Reciprocity is the result of courtesy.
"I'm really a social expert." Ian passed by the four huge hourglasses recording House Points, and he found that Ravenclaw's score was far ahead of other colleges. The first-year freshmen clearly didn't earn any honors for the college. It seemed that the seniors and seniors were really awesome.
"If there are no Quidditch House Cup extra points, we will definitely win." Ian still has great opinions on Quidditch, perhaps because Ravenclaw House's performance in this sport is not very good and there is basically no hope of winning. The championship of this sport in Hogwarts almost exclusively belongs to Slytherin.
Through the Entrance Hall.
Ian walked towards the gate of the castle - his Forbidden Forest zero-dollar purchase plan was interrupted by a sudden rainstorm. He was obviously not aware of the weather conditions outside when he was in the kitchen.
It's raining heavily now.
Lightning streaks continued across the sky, and the bright light cast mottled shadows through the windows and then suddenly disappeared. It was hard to tell whether Forbidden Forest would be struck by lightning in such weather.
The little wizards who had been playing outside were running back one after another, and a group of students, big and small, either covered their heads or carried brooms and ran into the castle as if they were fleeing.
There are a lot of traces of rain on their faces and bodies, and some students' robes are even covered with mud. It may be the result of Quidditch falling or playing in the mud with wild boars - it is unclear. For the little wizards of Hogwarts, it is reasonable for them to behave bizarrely.
Ian stood at the gate.
After greeting the little wizards who were coming and going, he saw a figure that looked like a big bat walking towards the castle, the sides of his robe being blown high by the wind in the heavy rain.
"Professor Snape."
Little wizards kept saying hello to the big bat fearfully. Rainwater seemed to be as afraid of this man as they were, and had already avoided it before coming into contact with the black robe that had not changed for thousands of years.
"Go to the Great Hall for dinner." Snape said to Ian as he passed by Ian. His expression was gloomy, much uglier than the cloudy sky outside.
This is obviously not specific to Ian.
Because behind Snape was a timid man. This man kept saying hello to some senior wizards, but it seemed that he didn't dare to look directly at the junior wizards.
"You weren't like this before you left."
Snape's gloomy face became even gloomier when talking to this man.
"I... I just encountered a lot of dangers and was a little scared... Take it easy for a while, I want to take it easy for a while." The man responded to Snape's words.
He smiled politely at Ian again.
"What are you still doing here? Go eat at the Great Hall!"
Snape pushed Ian's back very hard.
"Hmm."
Ian turned around three times to observe the man who followed Snape back.
This man was wearing a simple robe without too many fancy decorations, and a purple scarf hanging around his neck. His thin figure seemed to be crumbling as if he had been malnourished for a long time.
"Professor Quirrell! Don't go that way! We need to go to Headmaster's Office. You ended your vacation early and you have to go see Dumbledore with me first."
Big Bat's tone was very annoyed.
Ian, who stopped, heard what Snape called the wizard.
He looked back.
The man did not wear a turban on his head.
Make up for it tomorrow!
(End of chapter)