Chapter 71 70: Hogwarts, witness all the secrets! [First update]
Who can resist the temptation of being Ravenclaw's little emperor? The male Prefect will beat your back, the female Prefect will wash your feet, and all the students will stand in front of you to welcome the return of Ravenclaw's Diadem.
This scene may be a little childish for high school students.
But for the mathematics college students who did not have the opportunity to buy stocks or buy Bitcoin after time travel, nor did they almost go to Eton College, but only arrived at Hogwarts Castle to study magic, it is definitely quite tempting.
"Everything is only the fault of that Tom of No-Nose!" What Ian lost was the opportunity to ascend the throne in Ravenclaw, but what Voldemort lost was definitely not just the Merope Gaunt·Gaunt that Ian said.
He will truly take away the cheating Horcrux that the evil mutants hid in Room of Requirement.
Limbo.
will be its destination.
"Teacher Mara will like this new toy." Ian tucked the packed Ravenclaw's Diadem under his arm and picked up a few Charms notes that had lost their owners.
He has always been a good student who loves learning very much. The notes of his outstanding senior who may have been deceased for a long time will definitely make his Charms proficiency increase.
Twist the brass handle of Room of Requirement.
Ian took one last look around the dazzling room.
He may not take away all the valuable things that have lost their owners here, but he will definitely come back to sort out some valuable items that can be sold to fund his Alchemy studies.
"Good buddy, I will protect you from now on." Ian touched Room of Requirement's wall. He remembered that Hogwarts always had his own thoughts.
"Actually, I just picked up things that no one wanted. Little Harry liberated other people's private property without authorization. Comparing the two, I still have a slightly thinner face!"
Ian pulled the all-copper door handle and walked out of Room of Requirement's door. However, before he could close the door, a weak voice suddenly came from his ears.
"You seem to be trying to take something away from it, kid."
Turn around and look.
It turns out that the "person" who made the sound is Barnabas the Barmy. Troll in the mural. At this time, he no longer continued to beat him, but sat under the fruit tree and took a breather.
"Isn't it possible?"
Ian said slightly confused.
"If it is something else, of course there is no problem. Unowned treasures belong to the discoverers and those who need them. This is a secret, a romantic legacy of the medieval treasure hunting craze." Barnabas the Barmy was considered an intermission at this time, lying on the stone, looking out of the frame with his swollen butt and face.
What he said does make sense.
If Hogwarts itself does not want latecomers to take away these things, why would it take the initiative to present the unowned hidden objects in front of latecomers?
That's a hidden object.
If anyone could see it, no one would hide things here.
"Thanks to the ancestors, thanks to Founders, thanks to Hogwarts." Ian thanked everyone without leaking, fully demonstrating the thorough consideration of rain and dew.
Barnabas the Barmy's eyes were fixed on Ian's armpits, and he spoke again, "I just don't recommend that you take away that Diadem, it has been tainted by the evil black Mahoutokoro..."
An unexpected statement.
"You actually know about this?" Ian was a little surprised.
Barnabas the Barmy sighed and nodded, "Back then, I watched that little wizard full of sin hide Ravenclaw's laurel crown in this Come and Go Room room."
Just as Hogwarts has witnessed all the secrets that happened here, the easily overlooked murals on the walls of the castle have also quietly witnessed many stories that have happened in the past.
This can't help but make Ian feel a little confused.
"Why didn't you tell the professors at school about this?" He knew that the murals could communicate with outside wizards, and some portraits would even visit other murals to exchange gossip.
"Because that damn guy imposed a Unspeakable Curse on me, I can't tell anything related to Diadem to other people who don't know that Diadem is placed here!"
Barnabas the Barmy's voice was full of dissatisfaction.
"Until you appeared here at Come and Go Room, I had never seen such a bad little wizard. I saw in you a bit of the decisiveness and ruthlessness that only traditional medieval wizards had."
As a wizard from centuries ago or even longer ago, Barnabas the Barmy has another name for Room of Requirement. It seems that he is not as stupid as everyone thinks.
"One of my elders once taught me that when I go out, kindness will only be a butcher's knife swung at myself." Ian does not feel that he is a bad child.
Peeves is directly on the face.
After all, he restrained his subconscious reaction in time and chose the magic Sectumsempra. Out of instinctive self-defense, this was the mildest attack magic he controlled now.
To achieve the effect of making people lose their ability to fight back, Ian can only choose one of five from Imperius Curse, Fiendfyre Curse, Cruciatus Curse, Killing Curse, and Sectumsempra.
Unless it happened suddenly.
Even if there is a little wizard provoking him face to face.
Ian will definitely only use the coping strategies of Dancing Curse and Ancestral Grave Dancing Curse.
"It's really rare that you actually adhere to the Traveler Faction rule of survival."
"Your elders definitely don't seem to be from the academy. Well, maybe that's the case. To be able to catch and punish Peeves, you must have extraordinary ancient blood flowing in your body."
Barnabas the Barmy just showed a reasonable and normal speculation on the front foot, and the back foot made people feel that it was absolutely not unfair for him to be whipped by Troll for so many years in the portrait.
"Your ancestor may have slept with a female ghost."
He made a firm judgment.
It makes Ian have the urge to draw a few more Giant Teddy Bear.
"But my ancestors must have never been spanked by Troll."
A knowing critical strike.
Barnabas the Barmy showed a bitter face.
"In any case, I still don't want you to take away that Diadem. It is too dangerous. You may be in danger because of it. The treasures tainted by Dark Magic can no longer be brought to you. Wisdom." Barnabas the Barmy continued to persuade Ian. He probably felt that Ian wanted to learn with the help of Diadem of Ravenclaw.
"Don't worry, I will handle this thing properly. I also have some research on the soul, and I will definitely not be stupid enough to put it on my head."
Ian bowed slightly to thank Barnabas the Barmy for his kindness, and walked towards the stairs with the small box containing Diadem under his arm. The collision sound of Galleon in his trouser pocket and robe was clear and sweet.
"Although you seem to be helping Hogwarts solve the problem, I still think you are worse than that person. Whose first-year wizard started studying souls..."
behind.
Barnabas the Barmy only had time to sigh quietly before Troll, who was under the tree in the mural, had already rested properly, grabbed the big stick on the ground and started a new round of beating him.
This is the first update today, and there will be five more to come. I was not clear-headed last night. In order to ensure the quality, I didn't have to force it to be written out. I will make up for it today.
(End of chapter)