Chapter 74 73: Historical Prologue! He and his disciples! [Fourth update]
Things are unpredictable.
He imagined being tested by Ravenclaw, and then successfully decrypted various levels, found the legacy of Founders, and finally became the little emperor Ravenclaw. The story of reaching the pinnacle of life did not happen to Ian. He only faced an alchemy creation that had its own thoughts and was very vindictive.
"In the long history, why did you choose Lady Ravenclaw to be your teacher?" Bronze Eagle Knocker has always remembered the small grudge that Ian had with him at the beginning of school.
"Because the facts are a foregone conclusion. The college I study in is called Ravenclaw House. The moment I take off Sorting Hat, I will belong to the student of Rowena·Ravenclaw." Ian tried to describe the theory of cause and effect with Bronze Eagle Knocker.
The door didn't open.
"It makes sense, but it's not enough."
Bronze Eagle Knocker is obviously making things difficult for him.
"Lady Ravenclaw is the embodiment of the light of wisdom and a shining beacon that can lead me to explore the universe of knowledge."
"Not enough."
"She has a fair and selfless heart and respects the uniqueness of each student."
"Not enough."
"I can follow Lady Ravenclaw to understand myself better and discover my unknown talents and potential."
"Still not enough."
Bronze Eagle Knocker is simply more vindictive than Ian.
"Hiss~"
Ian took a breath of cold air. It was as if he understood Lady Ravenclaw's stinginess after thousands of years. Alchemy creations generally reflect certain personalities of the creators.
"Because Rowena·Ravenclaw will bring me back here, and finally meet you and feel your tenderness and consideration?" Ian, who is a dead horse and a living horse doctor, chose earthy love words.
Bronze Eagle Knocker did not respond.
The door suddenly opened, but there was no need to say anything.
Even though there is no need to sleep in the corridor tonight, Ian is still not happy at all. What kind of boomerang year is this? The clown senior who fell in love with Bronze Eagle Knocker is actually me?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Ian felt that Bronze Eagle Knocker from his own academy was more or less seriously ill. He quickly rushed into the lounge, where many Ravenclaw wizards of different grades were crowded in front of a limited number of long tables to study.
Unlike other colleges, Ravenclaw has a small library that belongs to them in the lounge, but most of the books in it are books related to school courses.
"Hi, Ian."
Qiu Zhang, who was selecting books in front of the bookshelf, saw Ian entering the door.
Ian also waved to her.
"Do you need some gossip about Defence Against the Dark Arts tomorrow?" Qiu Zhang came up with a mysterious look on her face, holding a book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in her hand.
Ian chuckled, "You can't let us deal with Troll in the first class, right?"
Although he is only a new student at Hogwarts, in the past two days, he has experienced several times how unreliable the so-called gossip in Hogwarts is.
"Of course not, it's Leprechaun. Someone saw their cage in Professor Erich's office." Qiu Zhang patted the book in his hand.
"Everyone is trying hard to find a way to deal with it. They just want to get extra points for the college tomorrow. No one wants to be stolen by those little wizards Gryffindor."
Qiu Zhang lowered his voice and added, "Well, everyone wants to steal the limelight. You won extra points for the college today, and the Prefects even specially praised you in the evening."
Unexpectedly, I missed the moment of Sheniu.
Ian It's a bit regretful.
"Where is Prefect? Where is Prefect? Next time you praise me, I hope you can choose a time when I am present. Thank you." Ian could not find the two Prefect.
But it attracted the attention of other little wizards.
"It's Prince. Oh my gosh, your performance on Potions Class today is really great. Snape can't even defeat you. Can you teach us how to refine Boil-Cure Potion when you have time?"
"Yes, yes, your Boil-Cure Potion feels better than the ones sold in pharmacies. My sister who always likes to get boils on her butt consumes many bottles every year."
"Shut up! You idiot! Even if mother comes! I will kill you today!"
Several young wizards who had attended classes together before took the initiative to chat with Ian. In Ravenclaw, as long as your academic performance is good enough, you will definitely gain the favor and admiration of your classmates.
There may be competition among everyone.
But smart people will choose to learn from smarter people instead of treating smarter people as freaks.
"Of course it's no problem, I'll do it when I have free time." Ian held Snape's <Advanced Potion-Making> under his arm. At this time, he just wanted to go back to his dormitory and study hard.
Michael and William are not in the common room. They must be secretly working hard to become stronger. There is no guarantee that they will catch up and see their backs!
Ian, who was full of a sense of crisis, accelerated his pace.
However.
Just at this time.
"When I was at home, my mother told me that learning knowledge must come at a price. Can I use one Galleon to subscribe to your future Potions Class notes?"
Or maybe it was the little wizard who knew Ian's life experience and was cautiously testing it, so a certain Pandora's Box was unintentionally revealed by him at this moment.
"I only have five Silver Sickle."
"I have seven Silver Sickle, and my mother will send me pocket money next month."
"Money can't buy knowledge, but I have five boxes of Chocolate Frog. I just want to learn the standard ratio of Potions for boils."
"My pocket money has been used up, but I can steal my sister's pocket money... Ah, sister, why did you hit me? Anyway, you only like to save money and don't like to use it."
Seven or eight Ravenclaw first-year wizards gathered in the area leading to the dormitory, and the senior students couldn't help but raise their heads with excitement.
Before these seniors could say it, they could do it too.
"We are all good brothers and sisters. It's better to choose one day than the other. I'm free today. Come on, I'll give you some extracurricular tutoring. Just pick up a Silver Sickle and it'll be fine."
Ian stopped and turned around and walked back to the lounge.
He should have explored this business opportunity long ago.
No matter where you are, tutoring is a lucrative business. I quickly scanned the money paid by the little wizards, and Ian chose a long-term charging model.
Monthly cards, weekly cards, daily cards... are not as good as pay-per-use, you can understand them all.
"Just one Silver Sickle? Oh my God! I'm ashamed of myself for ever being jealous of you!"
"Thank you, thank you, you are a great person!"
"What should I do? I only have Chocolate Frog..."
Ian took a Silver Sickle from each person, and a box of Chocolate Frog from the slightly embarrassed boy. He also promised that the other party could listen to his lectures five times in the future.
"To tell you the truth, my whole family is Potions Master, and all the high-quality Potions flows in my veins." Ian's words made those senior wizards who were ready to move sit back again.
"It's just a boil Potions. Tomorrow I can also tell you the details of making other potions. I will cut them open and crush them for you. Tomorrow, you will only need one Silver Sickle!"
"Don't worry. Since I have accepted your money, I will definitely take on the responsibility of teaching you. Not only do you pass the test, what I want is for you to become like a dragon on Potions Class!"
The fire is burning in the fireplace.
The details about the configuration of Potions begin to be revealed.
This is obviously just the beginning.
Hogwarts The night of the new semester.
Ian. Prince and his original followers.
First time.
Come together.
(End of chapter)