After experiencing a heavy rain at night, the next morning, the sky seemed to have been completely washed, showing an unprecedented clarity and brightness. The sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon, and its golden light penetrated the mist, casting a soft and warm glow on the earth.
On the Flying Class, which was quite boring in the morning, Ian could still smell the fresh smell of soil mixed with flowers and plants in the air, which is the unique fragrance in the air after the rain. Although Madam Hooch finally let go of the flying height a little, Ian, who had already experienced speed and passion, was not very enthusiastic.
He just watched silently as Aurora strived for five points for Slytherin, while he successfully completed the flying skills that Madam Hooch was going to teach today.
For extra points in the academy, it is enough to have other Ravenclaw little wizards. Compared to most people at Slytherin, Ravenclaw's little wizard is indeed very fast in learning.
"Have you seen Rebecca finally fly? I'm really happy for her." Michael's attention is always on Slytherin's little black girl. Although his learning progress has not been affected at all, his flying skills are obviously not as good as William, who was educated at home.
"My friend, you are very suitable for Quidditch." Ian also had to give a thumbs up to William. The Green Hair boy even showed a "two-five-boy ballistic" movement method that made Madam Hooch a little scared. The whole person can achieve unpredictable up, down, left, and right turns in the air.
Madam Hooch said that flying like this was dangerous, while William secretly told Ian that this way of flying was easy to avoid curses and thieves, and was the main reason why he and his father were able to be born smoothly.
"I still prefer flying cloaks." Ian has actually mastered the craft of making flying cloaks. The problem that troubles him is that Hogwarts does not sell any cloaks.
"I have a lot of Invisibility Cloak at home. If you need it, I will ask my mother to mail some to me." William immediately stepped forward to solve Ian's problems. Due to his timid nature, he did not dare to talk to Aurora, so the person he always courted was Ian.
In his words, this is definitely more useful than flattering Aurora. It can only be said that the wisdom of Ravenclaw students is indeed much ahead of many of their peers.
"A lot of Cloak of Invisibility? I remember you said that your family is very poor."
Ian glanced at his roommate in surprise. You must know that the production of each Cloak of Invisibility requires more than one Demiguise. Demiguise can be seen in the Far East, but it is very rare and each one is expensive. Because it can become invisible when threatened, only wizards who are good at catching it can see it.
"We have the skills to make Cloak of Invisibility, but my grandfather does not allow us to make a living with these skills. My mother also agrees that a poor life is conducive to our safety." William whispered in response to Ian. He was also a little helpless, but in fact, this lifestyle is indeed the best for their family.
Whether it is Wizarding World's second-five son's family background or his mother's background in Muggle World, it is obvious that they are not able to withstand the concern and research of others.
"If possible, one piece is enough. I want to study its production method." Ian is extremely curious about Wizarding World's famous Cloak of Invisibility. Although this will not be the Deathly Hallows inherited by Harry. Potter Family, it can be regarded as a monopoly industry, and its production technology is also a very difficult thing to access.
"Okay, okay, I will ask my mother to send me one, along with our family's alchemy book." William responded without hesitation, which was indeed a bit too polite.
"It would be great if you could become invisible while flying in the sky." Michael gave a very good suggestion, which made Ian think deeply.
This will involve a more complex Alchemy compatibility method. Like Compound Magic, it is definitely not as difficult as one plus one, but if it can be realized, it will still be a sixth-generation artifact.
"I have to be invisible when I want to be invisible. It's best if the cloak can shine when I don't want to be invisible." Ian still hasn't forgotten his original intention when he wanted to make a flying cloak.
One section Flying Class passed quickly.
Since one Quidditch Match class was to be held in the morning, the venue was cleared by Madam Hooch after this class, and the little wizards did not choose to return to the castle for lunch.
After all, it was only early ten o'clock.
Starting from this week, the little wizards will have two classes every morning and afternoon, and once Quidditch Match comes, the school will be very humane and free up the class schedule for the little wizards.
Everyone is looking forward to today's match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. As long as Slytherin does not participate, the outcome of Hogwarts's other colleges in this sport will still be very suspenseful.
Ian originally wanted to go to the library.
However, he was enthusiastically retained by several familiar little wizards. Not only William and Michael, but also little wizards like Qiu Zhang were extremely enthusiastic and interested in the Quidditch movement.
After all, it is a national movement of Wizarding World.
Qiu Zhang's enthusiasm is higher than other little wizards, and her performance on Flying Class is also extremely good. In almost every class, Madam Hooch can add one point to Ravenclaw.
"You will definitely become the Quidditch golfer of Ravenclaw." Madam Hooch has a high opinion of Qiu Zhang, and Ian knows that Madam Hooch's judgment will indeed be fulfilled in the future.
Qiu Zhang was happy for the whole class because of Madam Hooch's praise.
"I also think you can become Seeker. When the time comes, remember to treat your guests to dragon meat." Ian took advantage of Qiu Zhang's happiness and made an excited promise to Qiu Zhang without realizing it.
He fully explained what it means to be a minor "prophet".
The little wizards were completely defenseless.
Ian, who had booked a dragon meat feast in advance, was also in a good mood. He was surrounded by a group of chattering little wizards and came to the viewing area. Not far away, Aurora was also in the middle of a group of Slytherin little wizards. Her expression was as helpless as Ian's, and neither of them seemed very interested in Quidditch.
among the crowd.
Ian Feels out of place with other people who are excited. Almost all the students in the school have come to the stadium, and many people sitting in the back even have binoculars in their hands. Although the total number of people at Hogwarts was limited, only a few hundred people, the stands were still full.
Ravenclaw was mixed with the students Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Only the maverick Slytherin was alone in a group with an arrogant expression.
"It's Hufflepuff fighting Ravenclaw! The battle between the two teams must be very interesting!"
"It's obviously Ravenclaw fighting Hufflepuff."
"I only care about whether the twins of Gryffindor have opened the market. I almost lost my pants. Now I hope to make back my money and turn around successfully."
The students in the stands were very lively. Ian also saw senior sister Penelope and some senior wizards, holding a banner that Ravenclaw would win and cheering loudly in the locker room.
It's hard to imagine that the usually quiet senior has such a wild side. Not to be outdone, Hufflepuff even has a cheering wolverine on their banner.
Some little wizards also made their own flags.
"Hey, why does your flag still have the Dumbledore pattern on it?"
Ian feels that the flag in William's hand looks like it was modified from underwear. Of course, this is actually much better than adding an eagle pattern to his sister's underwear, holding it in the air, and then being chased by his sister all over the court and beaten violently - at least no one else would want to hit him except Dumbledore.
"Here they come! They're coming!"
"Come on! Cedric! You are our god!"
"Ravenclaw will win!"
As the players from the two colleges filed out of the locker room, shouts and cheers rang out throughout the stadium, and Ian also felt a little infected by this atmosphere.
There were only a few hundred students, but they actually shouted with a Quidditch World Cup level of momentum. The players also held their heads high and accepted the encouragement from their respective colleges like real stars.
The person in the Hufflepuff team that interests Ian the most is probably the player at the front of the Hufflepuff team, the boy with well-groomed short brown hair.
His facial contours are clear and soft, his nose bridge is straight, and his jaw line is elegant. He is an excellent, stubborn and righteous student. He can definitely be regarded as a star-level figure with charm and intelligence.
Cedric Diggory.
There are even people from other colleges who cheer for him. He is not only humble but also has a strong sense of justice and chivalry. Well, chivalry and will-o'-the-wisp spirit here are not the same thing. In the original work, Cedric has all the qualities a hero should have, but he only lacks the heroic and indomitable Destiny.
Very regrettable.
You haven't even left the Novice Village yet, and you have to face a big boss like Voldemort. This is probably equivalent to asking someone to run against Liu Xiang before you even learn how to walk.
"Old Tom's bones have been boiled into soup by me. I must have accumulated countless merits." Ian's gaze seemed to make Cedric aware of it.
After he looked over, he waved at Ian enthusiastically like he was a fan and smiled. He probably didn't consider whether such behavior would make Ian be regarded as the second and fifth among Ravenclaw House and be scorned. Ian felt that maybe he should go back and fish out a few of the old Tom's bones.
"Phew!"
Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and more than ten Flying Broomsticks rose up from the ground in response, rising high into the sky. Amidst the fierce shouts, the students in charge of the explanation also started their work.
"Quaffle was the first to fall into the hands of the Hufflepuff team. The Ravenclaw team was just a little slower, which directly caused them to fall into a passive situation at the beginning!"
"Ravenclaw team launched an attack, but the Hufflepuff players dodged it. A beautiful goal. Hufflepuff temporarily leads 10;0!"
"Let's see, oh my gosh, the Ravenclaw players here in Seeker have made a Wronski Feint! Hufflepuff's Seeker almost likes to mention the Hospital Wing package!"
The competition is indeed thrilling.
Ian was referring to the scene where two Seekers dived quickly towards the ground, and then one of them stopped diving and suddenly changed direction. He bet that the Hufflepuff Seeker who was being shaken was definitely not more than twenty centimeters above the grass - this was a sport that could really kill someone.
The stadium seemed to have become a battlefield.
Cedric Diggory, who has a weak life and a fragile skin, was almost killed by a classmate in advance.
"Oh my God!"
Ian saw that all the professors on the professor's chair had stood up, and Professor McGonagall's wand was always in his hand. His serious expression was in sharp contrast to the screams and shouts of the little wizards.
The game continues.
However, after seeing Teachers' table once, Ian's eyes never returned to the court. Professor Maomao's wand held up at any time and his ever-changing expressions of joy and anger made him find it quite interesting.
It's more than that.
Another scene is far more exciting than the ongoing football match - Quirrell, who is dressed in simple clothes, is also participating in this Quidditch Match on Teachers' table. However, unlike other professors who watch the game carefully and are always alert to danger, his eyes will glance at Gilderoy. Grindelwald from time to time.
Gilderoy. Grindelwald seemed unaware, eating some kind of cake while paying attention to the court with relish. After feeling Ian's gaze, he raised the half-eaten thing in his hand to Ian.
Ian looked away. As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind. Quirrell's thoughts were all on Gilderoy. Grindelwald, and he obviously didn't notice that there was a big black bat behind him.
Snape, who was covered in pitch black, was very easy to spot in the crowd. He frowned and stared at Quirrell in front of him. With his extremely gloomy face, it was no wonder that the Trio recognized him as a villain.
"Good Uncle I'm afraid I don't know what kind of task Noseless Tom gave Quirrell." Ian took out a piece of paper and began to record this interesting scene.
He will also practice his painting skills when he has free time, and now he is almost reaching level five. This skill will also increase his proficiency from time to time when making Alchemy. After all, when drawing some Ancient Runes loops, it can also be regarded as another form of painting.
This is probably why Ian's painting skills are pretty good, but his painting style is still not realistic. His attainments in abstract painting are getting further and further.
No.
Amid the noise, Ian drew a picture of you staring at him and another of him staring at you. Since he did not intend to spread it and kept it privately, Ian also filled in Voldemort's head on his painting. He captured everyone's facial expressions and characteristics, but he didn't try to restore the true character image.
It has the feel of a masterpiece.
But it's still Picasso, it's still true. Dacheng period Picasso. This is also done intentionally by Ian. If he wants to draw characters normally, he can easily do it with a little familiarity, but he prefers abstraction. He really wants to know if his painting skills reach level ten and he uses magic to draw truly spiritually polluting works.
"This is the complete Quirrell." Ian looked at Quirrell with a face drawn on the back of his head with satisfaction. On the other side, the fighting on the court gradually came to an end.
"After the initial confusion, Ravenclaw's team began to exert its strength. They used almost perfect coordination and tactical adjustments to widen the score gap in the game to 120;40!"
"Hufflepuff only scored a few goals at the beginning. They were completely caught up in Ravenclaw Quidditch Team's calculations. The almost overwhelming advantage left the Hufflepuff team with no ability to fight back!"
"If nothing else happens... wait, my God, an accident has come! Golden Snitch! It's Golden Snitch! Cedric Diggory once again saved Hufflepuff in a heroic manner!"
"He caught Golden Snitch! So beautiful! Fight back! He is Savior of Hufflepuff!"
The game ended very suddenly.
There was a loud cheer on the court, and countless Hufflepuff students rushed directly into the court to celebrate this reversal of victory with the players. Ravenclaw The players were all beating their feet and chests, and the little wizards also turned from the initial excitement to sighing.
Ian pretended to sigh, but the brush in his hand did not stop. He always felt that his painting lacked some artistic flavor, so he erased the face on the back of Quirrell's head in the painting.
"The most important thing for a painting is that it is artistic enough." After thinking for a while, Ian changed the face to Quirrell's butt, and the artistic atmosphere immediately emerged.
far away.
Just when Ian was chewing the brush in his mouth, marveling at his masterpiece and enjoying what Extraordinary Trait would awaken after his [Painting] skill reached level five.
Quirrell's attention was still on Gilderoy. Grindelwald. However, he felt that his butt was a little itchy, and he couldn't help but scratch it a little with his hands through his pants.
"The master said he was coming to Hogwarts this morning, and then I lost contact with him... Hey, this writer seems to like eating desserts. Do you want to use the poison I prepared or not?" Quirrell, who was working as a second-year boy for the first time, was actually extremely conflicted at this time, and even anyone could probably see that he was distracted.
"Are you okay? Professor Quirrell."
Snape's hand suddenly touched Quirrell's shoulder from behind, which frightened Quirrell and made him tremble. He quickly turned his head to look at Black Bat behind him.
"Maybe... maybe it's because I didn't... sleep well last night."
Muggle Studies Professor, who felt guilty, couldn't help but stammered. This was not a disguise, but when he thought of Voldemort, he was really scared out of his mind when he was suddenly frightened like this.
"If you can't sleep at night, I suggest you patrol the corridors more... there are rats in the school." Snape looked at Quirrell's sweaty face and spoke in a low voice.
He paused for a long time before continuing in a slow voice, "I lost a lot of things last night, and I don't know which mouse took them without telling me."
Snape's eyes made Quirrell very nervous.
"I... I don't know... maybe... maybe I can help you pay attention." In the winter temperature, Quirrell's forehead was constantly sweating. He hurriedly covered it up by saying that he had a rare disease. Snape didn't say anything, just looked at him deeply and followed the students out of the stadium.
"It's really weird."
Quirrell looked at Snape's back with lingering fear, with a bit of worry in his eyes. He was afraid that Snape could judge what kind of magic he had performed from the materials he took away. He didn't understand, when did this damn Slytherin Head even notice that there was a piece of missing material in the office?
Among the Great Hall.
Lunch begins.
The players are introspecting and looking back at what areas they did not perform well enough. But what puzzles Ian is precisely the players who are introspecting and the little wizards who are discussing. No one mentioned the unreasonable things about Golden Snitch. It can only be said that the inertia of thinking is terrible.
"Quidditch is so great! I must become Seeker in the future! If it was me just now, we would have won long ago, or our Seeker is too slow!"
"It may have something to do with the broom. Our Seeker broom was just bought, so it may not have enough time with the broom." Both William and Michael seemed a little unsatisfied.
Ian seized the opportunity for the two people to talk and silently dazzled all the steaks in front of him. He burped, raised his hand, and a glass of lemonade with five lemons appeared.
This is the work of House-elf who is hiding in the dark. Because he drank a lot of drinks last night, he has already discussed with House-elfs a free and unlimited drink supply gesture.
"I love House-elf."
Eat and drink enough.
After lunch, Ian returned to Room of Requirement, adjusted the complex Potions he was cooking, and poured all the waste left over from some processing materials and his own household garbage into Dementor's mouth.
Dementor's mouth that seems to be connected to the unknown space is really useful. At least in terms of processing waste, it is like having an infinite processing plant.
"Eat, eat quickly, eat them all for me." Ian held down Dementor who was trying to escape, then opened Dementor's mouth and dumped all the garbage in Among them - although Dementor is struggling, Ian firmly believes that what the book says is right, Dementor has no sense of taste, and his own one is actually just naturally timid.
"Don't spit it out."
Ian watched Dementor stuff both hands into the O-shaped mouth, and gave a gentle reminder. Dementor immediately took out both hands very sensibly. This is what Ian likes most about Dementor. It is more obedient than a puppy and will never do things it has taught once.
"I... I want to... go back... back..." Dementor is very poor in the use of human language. It couldn't utter a complete sentence after speaking for a long time.
"Be obedient and don't go back to the cage. You can help me watch the fire here."
Ian once again added some medicinal materials needed in the crucible. After explaining the precautions to Dementor, he began to continue to understand the alchemy process of Room of Requirement.
"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"
Several huge cauldrons were bubbling.
Dementor Light the fire silently.
It has no eyes.
But I always feel a little teary-eyed.
"It's such a wonderful alchemy technique. Time flies so fast." Charms Class, who had been studying until the afternoon, was about to go to class, and Ian hurried from Room of Requirement to Charms Class's classroom.
He was already familiar with the first-year basic courses. Not only did he know this, but Filius·Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, also obviously knew this very well.
for a whole class.
Filius·Flitwick would seize the opportunity to ask questions to Ian, and let Ian perform some magic demonstrations. While being lazy, they also seized the opportunity to add points to Ravenclaw House.
Who says deans don't have their thoughts?
This is obviously a small idea unique to Filius·Flitwick.
Compared with Professor McGonagall, who is a little cautious due to historical legacy, and Snape, who likes to find faults, Filius·Flitwick does not hide his preference for Ian, the Ravenclaw student. After all, Ian is really a peace of mind compared to students who turn the classroom into smoke with a flick of the wand.
He even supports Small Class after Ian class, because the little wizards of Ravenclaw are making really fast progress because of this, which also reduces his teaching workload in the classroom.
"You will definitely become a magic master, Mr. Prince. Because of your hard work and brilliance, Ravenclaw adds five points!" Before get out of class, Filius·Flitwick once again praised Ian's performance in the classroom with practical actions. Perhaps Ravenclaw's House Points is far ahead now and it has something to do with this Ravenclaw dean.
The deans of most colleges will favor some of their own colleges. Of course, the premise is that there are talents worthy of favoring in their own colleges. This is a small move that the deans of the four colleges will make.
"I hope you can continue to practice Accio after you go back. This magic requires time to accumulate, otherwise it will easily happen that it works sometimes and sometimes not."
With the end of get out of class.
The little wizards filed out.
Ian deliberately stayed at the end of the team. He still had some questions to ask his dean about Patronus Charm, whom he had been struggling to practice successfully.
Maybe Grindelwald couldn't find the reason, but that doesn't mean that other professors have no clue about it. Apart from the elusive Dumbledore, the best person to ask for advice is the Duel Master in front of him. One thing to say is that in terms of basic analysis of magic, Dumbledore and Grindelwald may not be as good as Professor Flitwick.
Professor Flitwick is an example of Hard Work.
Unlike Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and maybe Ian, who says "I saw it, I learned it, I can do it", the proportion of talent in Professor Flitwick is not that strong.
"Is there anything else? Mr. Prince." Professor Flitwick packed up his things and climbed down from the podium to see Ian standing at the door.
He praised Ian from the bottom of his heart again, "Your Accio is really very skillful, but you should not try anything like "Dumbledore Accio" in the future."
Professor Flitwick mentioned that when the little wizards were practicing, Ian had already completed the tasks assigned by him, so Ian was overheard in the corner trying out a whimsical idea.
"Accio can't affect life?"
Ian It was actually a bit boring at the time.
"In most cases, we only use Accio on inanimate objects. In fact, this habit does not mean that we cannot cast this kind of magic spell on living creatures, but the magic burden required to cast a magic spell on living creatures is extremely huge." Professor Flitwick very patiently explained to Ian things that were not in the textbook.
"You already know that the farther the distance, the greater the burden. If you want to use it to summon our principal, you need to bear the burden of Accio while possessing magic power far beyond Headmaster Dumbledore."
"This... is difficult to achieve."
Professor Flitwick's words are indeed a bit too euphemistic.
However, Ian was still very worried that it was indeed impossible to achieve. After all, in his opinion, the magic power of Dumbledore and Grindelwald must have already reached the human limit of level 9.
"Thank you for clarifying my doubts, Professor Flitwick..." Ian is not obsessed with the advanced knowledge of Accio. He is actually more concerned about where his Guardian Spirit has gone. "Actually, what I want to ask you for is not this, but about the magic that I have been learning for a long time but can't get to the threshold."
God knows if Guardian Spirit cannot be summoned, he will be regarded as some kind of natural dark wizard.
"Huh? What spell?"
Professor Flitwick seems to be interested.
"Patronus Charm."
Ian's words made Professor Flitwick a little stunned.
"What spell did you say you were learning?"
He had a confused expression on his face, and even suspected that he had heard wrongly. A first-year wizard came to ask him Patronus Charm. This was something he would never have expected in his dreams.
"Patronus Charm."
Ian repeated it honestly.
Professor Flitwick was immediately silent.
After a while.
"Did the Dementor rumors in the academy make you start to worry about your safety?" Professor Flitwick felt that he had probably guessed why Ian wanted to learn such advanced magic.
"Professor, I'm actually not worried about Dementor. I'm just a little bit troubled by the inability to give birth to a physical body Guardian Spirit." Ian sighed, with an expression on his face full of depression.
"????"
Professor Flitwick I thought that Ian only had a rough understanding of it, but I never thought... Tell me, what does it mean to suffer from the inability to birth a physical body Guardian Spirit!
You're just a freshman!
How should I put it? Professor Flitwick obviously did not have the same state of mind as Snape. He looked at Ian with eyes full of surprise and uncertainty, and quickly put down the things in his hands and said.
"Can you cast Patronus Charm?"
He really felt like his head was buzzing beyond belief.
"Patronus Charm!"
Ian directly took out the wand and cast the spell neatly and neatly. His syllable standard gestures were exemplary. Before the silver light even lit up, Professor Flitwick had already taken a breath.
I saw.
In the bright classroom, a dazzling silver-white light burst out from the tip of the little wizard's wand, and countless silver rays of light quickly filled the entire classroom.
Circles of delicate ripples suddenly appeared in the air, just like the glimmer of light on the lake when the morning sun shines, and the ancient room was enveloped in a bright silver glow.
This brilliance is like the mist under the first light of morning, hazy and mysterious. It gently brushes through every inch of space, dyeing every corner of the classroom with a silvery luster. Tables, chairs, bookshelves, blackboards, and even the tiny dust floating in the air seemed to be wrapped in a soft silver light at this moment.
"Professor, you see, my magic release was successful, but it failed to condense the physical body Guardian Spirit. An... elder told me that I was a mate who lacked a soul."
Ian thinks that the answer to the problem may be found through brainstorming.
"Due to my limited knowledge, I cannot evaluate the theory of your elder. However, in my eyes, your Patronus Charm does seem to lack something key."
"There is nothing wrong with your spellcasting. It can even be said to be extremely amazing. You just didn't get the magic effect you should have... I felt some abnormal nodes in your magic."
Professor Flitwick stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of him. Apart from being shocked and shocked, the dean's expression and tone became more and more pleasant.
His heart was shaking and excited.
Oh my god.
Such majestic magic!
Ravenclaw House is also going to produce a Dumbledore!
"Abnormal node?"
Just as Ian was about to stop using Patronus Charm, Professor Flitwick raised his hand to stop him. He took out his wand to reinforce and seal the entire classroom before he responded.
"The physical body Guardian Spirit in your mouth is related to this part. Every node of the magic operation should be linked to the corresponding mystery. This is why a mistake in one syllable will cause the magic to tilt in an unknown direction... There is nothing wrong with your spell casting, but there are some errors in your magic when it responds to you."
"Some people with special bloodlines, or people with bloodline defects themselves, will have similar situations when they cast magic. Any of their magic may only produce the same effect."
"Explosions, freezing, and all kinds of strange things. We wizards still haven't found the reason why this happened." Professor Flitwick looked up at the increasingly dense silver mist, a little curious and a little difficult to understand. "Of course, the error in your Patronus Charm is the most magical anomaly I have ever seen."
"In the error response of your magic, I saw some node information that only Summoning Charm has, but it does not belong to Patronus Charm or any Summoning Charm that I know of."
"Can you still stand it, kid?" Professor Flitwick paid close attention to Ian's face while observing the changes around him. The little wizard's magic quickly filled the entire classroom.
The silver glow cannot spread.
It filled the classroom more and more intensely. The warm and soft substance made the classroom invisible. Professor Flitwick had already stuck to Ian's side.
"What a terrifying magic power."
He looked at the little wizard whose face was still rosy, and once again couldn't help but express his heartfelt emotion, "If we can figure out what this mysterious node information represents, maybe you can create a brand new magic, a magic that others may be able to cast, but maybe only you can cast."
The voice of the little Professor Flitwick was very excited.
"Actually, I really only want my Guardian Spirit." The weakness of Ian's magic power is not serious. He just feels very helpless. The wand that keeps spewing out silver light shakes slightly at this moment. It was as if the magic had undergone some kind of change when the output reached its limit, and countless silver threads began to weave together.
There is absolutely no control or participation from Ian. These thin threads began to intertwine and weave together in an incredible way, like the most delicate weaver weaving the dream of the universe.
Gradually.
A scene that made Ian's eyes widen slowly took shape in the intertwining of them - it was a scene of an ancient forest, with towering trees, dappled sunlight shining through the branches and leaves, a gurgling stream, and the fragrance of flowers overflowing.
Although everything is the unique silver color presented by Patronus Charm, the details are clearly visible, as if it does exist somewhere unknown.
"It's just a forest projected? It shouldn't be..."
Professor Flitwick Observed the changes in Yinhui. He frowned and tugged at his beard. His face, whose hair covered an area larger than his skin, looked very confused.
"You..."
Professor Flitwick just wanted to turn around and ask.
However.
He found that Ian standing next to him looked a little pale.
"Can't you hold it any longer? Then stop immediately!"
Professor Flitwick immediately blocked Ian's spellcasting, which was exactly what Ian planned to do. The silver threads that created the vivid scene began to decompose and disappear.
The silver glow dispersed.
All that is left is the residual warmth in the air.
"It shouldn't be like this. You should summon something instead of just showing a projection..." Professor Flitwick seemed to have been hit by a knowledge blind spot like Grindelwald at this time.
"How could this be!"
Ian, with an expression of surprise and uncertainty, lay on the ground and started panting heavily - just when those scenes were about to take shape, his magic power burden was raised to the limit in an instant.
In the scene woven with thin silver threads, every detail is vividly depicted, from the gently swaying leaves to the dancing light spots on the stream. These are things that Ian is very familiar with, especially next to the lake, you can vaguely see a young man teaching the girl to practice swordsmanship.
This scene only belongs to the area that Ian would set foot on every once in a while - Misty Illusion. Of course, its appearance is not the reason why Ian is suddenly overburdened.
"Summoning Charm...Summoning Charm..." Ian was lying on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, not only because his magic power was weak, but also because he knew that Professor Flitwick was not wrong.
"Are you okay?"
Professor Flitwick found that Ian had not recovered for a long time. He hurriedly stepped forward to check on Ian's situation, "It's all my fault that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity too much!"
He hammered his head with some annoyance and guilt.
"It's the result of what I wanted to try myself. I don't blame you..." Ian was helped to his feet. He took the Potions that Professor Flitwick handed over and took two sips and gradually regained a lot of his strength. The weakness of magic power will still last for a period of time, and during this period of time, it is easy to lose control when releasing magic.
"I will help you solve this problem, don't worry, it just takes some time." Professor Flitwick felt that he should give this good student some due compensation. He had just taken off a handmade leather wand bag from his waist, but he never thought that Ian shook his head and did not pick it up.
"Professor, I may be in the situation you mentioned, with a blood defect!" Ian suddenly sighed, his attitude was completely different from when he was eager to learn Patronus Charm just now.
"Huh?"
Professor Flitwick was stunned.
"Sorry for disturbing your rest time."
Ian bowed deeply.
He really didn't want Professor Flitwick to delve deeper.
After all, as a spell caster, he knew very well that it was not the projection of Misty Illusion that made him reach the limit of his magic power when he was in a dream just now.
Instead, the surrounding classrooms seemed to be replaced by that scene...