Black Sea and the island gradually disappeared in the mist.
The layers are peeling off like an onion being peeled apart.
At first, Ian's consciousness was still immersed in the afterglow of dreams, but as his senses gradually became clearer, a chill that spread across his face gradually penetrated into his skin.
Under the thin quilt, the coolness of the night filtered through the cotton wool, bringing a unique taste of late autumn and early winter. Ian slowly opened his eyes and heard the crackling noise outside the window.
The rain slapped the glass on the windows in the strong wind, but it did not disturb those who were adventuring in their sweet dreams.
The snores of the two roommates William and Michael filled the whole room. For Ian, snoring was never a noise. The life in the orphanage made him more adaptable to collective life than ordinary people. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time on the wall.
12:07.
The wall clock in the dormitory pointed to familiar numbers as always, even though Ian stayed in Limbo this time, far longer than the time he spent there every time before.
It would have been the past.
He would probably only stay in Limbo for a short while, but today he stayed for a full half a day. Ian guessed that this was what teacher Mara said before, "Next time will be different."
"Maybe it has something to do with my magic level." The only change Ian could find in himself was the Golden Apple he found from Limbo after eating Pandero before.
Name: Ian. Prince
Occupation: Bloodline Warlock
Magic: Level 8 (during explosive leap)
Skill: [Enlightenment of Wisdom [This skill cannot be upgraded]]
Quietly.
Ian's magic level increased by one level overnight. He could not accurately judge his current magic level, but it must have exceeded most adult wizards.
The effect of Golden Apple is indeed very powerful.
"Perhaps the reason why the magic Transfiguration that No-Nose used on himself is dangerous is because it belongs to a research school that gradually began to emerge after Golden Apple became extinct."
Ian's guess is reasonable. If eating Golden Apple can obtain magical power beyond the mortal world, then who would think of using dangerous magic Transfiguration on the body that was given to them by their parents?
Take a look at No-Nose and Tom to know how serious the sequelae and harm of the magic Transfiguration is. Where can you find Golden Apple, which melts in your mouth without affecting your appearance and brain?
If you have a choice.
Magic Transfiguration, which is dangerous and will cause loss of IQ, will definitely not be the first choice of wizards. Based on reality, Ian feels that the magical transformation of the human body Transfiguration probably originated from the extinction of Golden Apple.
"Teacher Mara is really guilty. Fortunately, I am not a good person. Otherwise, my sense of morality and justice will definitely torture my heart repeatedly to learn from her." Ian seems to have a very clear self-awareness. He just feels that he is not bad, but he does not think that he is a good person.
He didn't even realize that he really didn't treat himself well sometimes.
"It seems that level eight is still not the limit for Golden Apple."
Ian The words "Explosive Leap" behind the [Magic] column on his personal panel still exist, which naturally proves that his magic level will still be significantly improved in a short period of time.
Can it at least be upgraded to another level?
This is definitely good news for Ian. Although he does not have high requirements for magic power at his current age, who allowed him to awaken the extraordinary characteristics of [Shape of All Things] in Limbo.
Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration was broken by this extraordinary property, Ian has been able to do things that other wizards cannot do, including conjuring magic items and increasing the number of Transfiguration items.
Of course.
He can also conjure food and transform dead things into living things, but according to the current level of Ian [Transfiguration], he can only use the influence of magic power to give nutrition to the conjured food.
The impact of consumption will be huge.
However, the food will not return to its original state after the influence is cancelled--this may have touched the edge of eternity Transfiguration, just like another law that dead things can become living things is broken.
Under normal circumstances, Professor McGonagall can turn the desk into a pig during Transfiguration's class, but when her magic power no longer exerts its influence, the pig will still turn back into a desk.
Of course Ian can't permanently give life to dead things, and maybe Lady Ravenclaw can't do it either, but he can at least make the pork he conjured maintain the form of pork after being attacked by magic and die. It can be said that he has reached the level of the creator, but there is still a long way to go.
Today.
Ian does not intend to try such Transfiguration. He only intends to try two other principles that are difficult for ordinary wizards to shake throughout their lives.
"Vera Verto!"
Ian sat at the table in the dormitory and cast Transfiguration on his water glass. The water glass split into three in an instant and then changed into Little Jerry.
Transfiguration, which has reached the level five level, is still not as lifelike as the leopard of Professor McGonagall, but it already has a sense of agility that makes it difficult to tell whether it is real or fake.
The most critical thing is the number of Little Jerry. There are three Little Jerry made from one item Transfiguration. It can be regarded as something that other wizards cannot do even if they try to improve Transfiguration.
Of course.
For Ian, if you want to reach the plural form of Transfiguration, the consumption of magic power will increase exponentially. The larger the number, the more terrifying the magic power required.
"Vera Verto!"
Little Jerry appeared one after another, and when the number reached twenty-four, Ian already felt the limit, and the [influence] of his magic power was basically completely released to the outside.
"It's not seventy-seven! Bad review!" While Ian was reclaiming [influence], the group of Little Jerry on the table immediately turned back into complete water glasses.
The weakness of magic power is not serious. It is worth mentioning that the soul Transfiguration is special. Once the soul is distorted, even if the [influence] is revoked, it cannot return to its original appearance.
This is also the reason why the out-of-control Transfiguration product cannot be reversed. The Transfiguration performed on Voldemort's Soul Fragment in Limbo will not permanently occupy the magical influence of Ian.
"Vera Verto!"
Transfiguration The difference in spells will make a difference in the use of [influence], which can determine the difficulty of a certain orientation Transfiguration, but Ian currently only controls the basic Transfiguration Charms, Transfiguration's [influence] conversion efficiency is obviously not high, but he still completed another Transfiguration on the water cup.
The water cup twists and turns into an Niffler with a magical pocket. For magic items and even creatures, Transfiguration is a kind of Transfiguration creation in which Ian temporarily gives magic power to itself.
Under normal circumstances.
The stronger the magic power is given, the stronger Transfiguration's creation will be. It is also possible to transform a paper tiger Dragon, but Dragon's huge size consumes a lot of magic power.
"My knowledge reserve will also affect the level of magic power consumption. If I am more familiar with the creation that requires Transfiguration, then I can reduce the magic power that needs to be consumed in the Transfiguration process."
Ian made a summary.
Since he is not familiar with space magic such as [Extension Charm], even if it is just one Niffler, the burden of his magic power is far less than the magic power he pays.
Of course, this gap between effort and gain will inevitably be reduced as Ian understands the magical abilities of Niffler and Niffler. The same is true for magical creations. The more you understand the magical creations that Transfiguration needs to produce, the lower the magic price you need to pay.
"To be able to achieve this level is actually quite unbelievable. I really don't know how once the legendary characteristic is awakened, it will be something that transcends the common understanding of the wizarding world." Ian completed the trial of the new ability amidst the grunts of his roommates, and there was still heavy rain with continuous thunder outside.
Due to the awakening of the extraordinary characteristics of magic, Ian was delighted. Although he did not sleep for too long tonight, he was still full of energy and did not feel sleepy at all.
"Study Alchemy and relax." Ian dug out a few books borrowed from the library. To learn the knowledge on Mara teacher Ceremonial Dress's fragments, you must use other basic books.
After all, the actual space of the dress fragment is limited, and it can only record relatively key knowledge content, and the field of Alchemy is definitely not something that can be summarized in a few words.
I am afraid that even if Teacher Mara took off the dress, the space above the dress would not be able to fully record Alchemy. In fact, the fragments of the dress only show some directions in this field.
Say it again.
Compare today's books.
Ian can also learn different things.
The knowledge of the two eras always has its own advantages and disadvantages.
<Foundations of Alchemy>
<Magic Flame Alchemy: From Dust to Universe>
<Magic Forge: Alchemy's Fantasy Journey>
Whether it's the promise of Aurora's gift of a killer weapon in return, or the supervision of teacher Mara's regular assessments, as well as Ian's own interest and expectations for the magical creation Transfiguration.
These are the motivations for Ian to learn Alchemy.
He was immersed in a sea of knowledge.
Effort, seriousness, concentration, proficiency are growing, and abilities are improving.
"Boom!"
Outside the window.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
It was as if there was a hole in the sky.
The deafening roar made Ian subconsciously raise his head and look outside.
Only seen.
The world outside the window seemed to be shrouded in chaos. The rain was like countless silver ribbons, sliding crazily from the sky and intertwining into a huge water curtain.
The water flowing on the window blocked most of the view.
From time to time, lightning would pierce the night sky, followed by rumbling thunder, shaking the entire space, adding a thrilling momentum to the rainstorm.
"Why is there fire?"
Ian Looking out from the blurred window glass, there were actually intertwined golden and orange flames in the thunderstorm in the distance, as warm and brilliant as the rising sun.
Did Magical Creatures appear?
The strong magic fluctuations are intoxicating and terrifying, and there is power and authority in the fire. Ian can still feel the special rhythm of magic even from a long distance away.
"I can see... its rhythm... is so clear, is it a qualitative change brought about by the increase in magic level?" Ian was not sure. The next moment he was attracted by the system on his personal panel.
[Observe and learn high-level compound Incendio, Transfiguration proficiency +1, Incendio proficiency +3. Cruciatus Curse proficiency +5]
What the hell!
Forget it Transfiguration and Incendio!
Why is there still Cruciatus Curse!?
Is there a Magical Creatures with such characteristics in the wizarding world?
"Dong dong dong!"
Just when Ian took out the book <Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them> and prepared to make up for his lack of knowledge, there was a sudden knock on the door of the dormitory.
"Wake up! Get up!"
It was the voice of male Prefect Dietrich. The noise was quite loud, but it failed to wake up Ian's two roommates who were sleeping soundly.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Dong dong dong!"
There were constant knocks on the door. Ian put away the books in confusion, walked to the gate and opened the dormitory door. He saw the man Prefect Dietrich standing outside with a serious look on his face, holding a wand.
He looked very nervous and was still looking around, as if he was wary of something.
"What happened?"
Ian frowned.
This was his third day at school at Hogwarts. Somehow, he felt like he was becoming uneasy again. The beautiful daily life he had longed for seemed to have become a luxury.
"I don't know which damn bastard actually released Ashwinder inside the castle. They are everywhere outside. They can come out from anywhere at any time!"
Male Prefect Dietrich cursed through gritted teeth.
The creature he was talking about named Ashwinder, which Ian had seen in the book <Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them>, was a short-lived and violent Magical Creatures.
The body is thin and gray-white, with red eyes. It will emerge from the ashes of the fire, swim to a dark corner to lay eggs, and leave a trail of gray behind it.
Ashwinder has a lifespan of only one hour, but its reproductive ability is extremely amazing, and its danger level is not low, with a full XXX level of danger.
Magical Creatures Management Department has classified all known animals, people and ghosts into danger levels. There are five major categories. XXXXX level represents extremely dangerous disasters.
Creatures of this level are famous wizard killers and cannot be tamed or bred in any way. Among them, level X and level XX are relatively harmless categories.
For example, Flobberworm and Mooncalf and traffic star Bowtruckle.
Magical Creatures that reaches XXX level is the kind that can cause fatal damage to wizards. Ashwinder is one of them. Only wizards with certain strength can handle this type of Magical Creatures.
Although it is not as good as those of XXXX and XXXXX levels, according to the terrifying reproduction speed of Ashwinder, even many powerful wizards will feel a headache if they are ignored.
Especially in a place like Hogwarts where there are many little wizards, casualties of little wizards may occur if you are not careful. It is no wonder that the man Prefect came knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
I guess the same goes for other colleges.
"The professors told everyone to go to the Great Hall. No one can sleep peacefully tonight. The wizard who caused this will definitely be expelled from school or imprisoned in Azkaban."
Male Prefect Dietrich began to knock on the dormitory doors of other Ravenclaw little wizards.
"I just want to study! Is it so difficult?" Ian patted his forehead speechlessly, turned around and returned to the dormitory, giving each of his two sleeping roommates a large bag.
"Loyalty! Absolute loyalty!!"
"Don't eat me!! I don't taste good!"
When the two roommates woke up, they all uttered sleep talk in unison. They were all confusing words that made Ian confused. He didn't know what kind of dream they were indulging in before they woke up.
"What happened? Isn't it daylight yet?"
"Oh, Ian, my brother, thank you for saving me."
The two people sat on their beds with different expressions, watching Ian throw their clothes to them, both of them not quite understanding what happened.
"The professors asked us to go to the Great Hall, Hogwarts has another problem." Ian himself quickly changed into his robes and carried all his valuables on his body.
"Why do you say yes again?"
Although they still didn't understand the specific situation, the two people moved quickly. Michael put on his expansion bag, and William hugged his small magic desk lamp without power supply.
They followed Ian out of the dormitory. Many people had gathered in the common room, and the two Prefect were on guard while counting the number of students.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
There were also senior wizards helping. A Ashwinder emerged from the fireplace and was instantly hit by Charms. The Ashwinder who was about to attack was immediately stopped in place.
Hogwarts's teaching level is actually not bad. The senior wizards all have a certain degree of combat effectiveness. However, the sudden attack made the young wizards a little panicked and frightened.
"How could this happen!! Ashwinder! It's Ashwinder!"
"My dad lost an arm because of this monster. Help!"
"Didn't you say that Hogwarts is the safest place? I want to go home!"
"Where's my sister? Where's my sister? She's not dead, right? She's got all the Galleon my father gave me! I still want to continue taking classes from Professor Ian."
They are all flowers in the greenhouse.
Faced with the sudden chaos, everyone was very frightened. Several young wizards were attacked in the dormitory, and now they are crying and making noise in the team.
Fortunately, the senior wizards were still calm.
"There's something not right about these things."
Ian saw several corpses on the ground in the common room, and he frowned. Ashwinder shouldn't be such an aggressive creature.
Their mission is to lay eggs and die.
It is the instinct of these Ashwinders to avoid other creatures in order to reproduce. However, the current group of Ashwinders are uncharacteristically coming from all over the place to attack the little wizards.
"It's a magical transformation."
Penelope came to Ian with a wand in his hand.
"Can you help?"
She took a deep look at the outstanding-looking junior in front of her.
"Of course." Ian pulled out his wand. Petrificus Totalus did have some effect on Ashwinder, but he felt that this was just a temporary solution to the threat, not the root cause.
"Inftus!"
Ian chanted a spell to a Ashwinder that crawled in from the window. The next moment, the body of the poor Ashwinder began to expand until it exploded into a ball of blood mist.
"????"
When Penelope standing nearby saw this, her hand holding the wand couldn't help shaking twice. She wanted to ask, but didn't dare to ask, was this really Engorgio and not Diffindo?
The senior students couldn't help but look sideways at this time.
However, the first and second grade wizards looked at Ian with admiration.
"The head count is done! Everyone, follow closely. The seniors should protect the junior students." Male Prefect Dietrich At this time, everyone finally gathered.
He walked in the front.
Leading everyone towards Hogwarts's Great Hall - in addition to nervousness and other emotions, Ian also felt that this man Prefect seemed to be a little excited?
Many senior seniors also have similar emotions.
"Putting what you have learned into practice, you finally got a chance to practice..." Ian didn't intend to be a transparent person among the crowd. After all, the kind-hearted seniors had already found him.
Pretending to be a pig?
No serious person likes to pretend to be a pig.
If you don't pretend to be a pig, can't you eat a tiger?
Doesn't exist!
"Inftus!"
"Inftus!"
Along with the use of magic, skill proficiency increased. Engorgio advanced to a level, and the epiphany of spellcasting without spells emerged spontaneously. It was another day when he became stronger. Even those Ashwinder and Ian who had been immobilized by the seniors along the way were given a Engorgio to eliminate their future troubles forever.
Who knows how long the students' Charms can last? If you let one go, dozens more may breed! Ian feels in his heart that he is helping his seniors wipe their butts.
However.
"Junior... you... do you have some special hobbies?" Penelope seemed to have a different opinion about Ian. The more she looked at the exploding blood mist, the more she felt a little hairy.
"Ah?"
Ian turned his head in confusion, and with a shake of his little hand, another Ashwinder exploded into mist. He saved another classmate, and felt that his moral sense was instantly full.
"Dumbledore wants me to tell you that he is the twin you are looking for." Penelope did not dare to ask any more questions and could only change the subject with another thing.
Prefect, who can become Ravenclaw among many smart people, Penelope certainly knows what Dumbledore wants her to do, and also realizes that her junior brother may not be what she thinks.
"Hiss!"
Now it was Ian's turn to shake. The fluctuation of magic power caused a Ashwinder to expand dozens of times, and the exploding blood mist directly splashed onto many seniors who were guarding the junior students from the side.
"What should I do? I want to curse... but I'm afraid that he will accidentally put Charms on me." The seniors dared not speak out in anger, so they could only silently wipe the blood stains on their faces.
"Sure enough, such a handsome junior has such powerful magic. He must have been careless. I have to forgive him, otherwise it will definitely leave a bad impression on him."
The emotions of the senior students were very stable. They even glanced at each other. The expressions on their faces were more indifferent than the others, as if they were more informal than the others.
"Has Ian been secretly studying hard?" Qiu Zhang looked at Ian's performance and couldn't help asking in wonderment to Brother Hei beside him, but Brother Hei was a little absent-minded.
"No, he went to bed earlier than William. Hey, I don't know how Rebecca is doing, whether he was injured or not. How could Hogwarts have such a dangerous disaster?"
He was worried about his little black girl.
"It must have been done by someone from Slytherin." Qiu Zhang was quite prejudiced against Slytherin. She wanted to ask Ian's other roommate, but William had no intention of paying any attention to her.
"Sure enough! So ruthless! He also knows how to intimidate others! He must be the number two of Acolytess in the future! It is only through the blessing of my ancestors that I have been assigned such a good dormitory!"
William was hiding in the crowd with excited eyes, staring intently at Ian in front of him. At this moment, his roommate's back was so high that he seemed to smell the glory and being praised by his family.
"Damn House-elf, if it weren't for them, I would not only be able to help Ian with his homework, but also wash his shoes, socks and underwear. That would definitely bring us closer."
William seems not to be worried about the threat from Ashwinder at all.
"Perhaps, I can help Ian hold him while he pees. It took him a long time to pee yesterday, and his hands must be very tired." It seemed that he really couldn't find anything else he could use.
Poor child.
Only eleven years old.
You will be forced by your family to flatter you.
"Bang!"
Everyone has their own thoughts.
Ian was still immersed in the shock that Ariana's brother was actually Dumbledore. Suddenly, when he was approaching Great Hall, a loud explosion occurred in front of him.
It's an attack by Ashwinder.
Let a Gryffindor wizard try to play with snakes and blow up half of his arm.
He kept wailing and screaming.
Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed over and gave him temporary treatment. Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick and others were all struggling to resist Ashwinder from all directions.
For them.
Ashwinder is not a terrible threat.
However, there are too many Ashwinders on the Great Hall side. These Ashwinders seem to have been ordered by something, as if they are concentrating their efforts to capture the entire Great Hall.
Like a swarm of insects.
A single individual may be just a small toy, but a swarm of them is enough to make Hogwarts ready. Thousands of Ashwinder are reflected in Ian's eyes.
In all directions.
Continuously.
"Someone is controlling these Ashwinder!" Professor McGonagall said firmly. She controlled dozens of armors in the castle, and Ashwinder killed them the fastest among them.
The sword skills of those armors are actually quite good, which is obviously due to the control of Professor McGonagall. After all, she is from Gryffindor and is the dean of Gryffindor.
"Little guys! Hurry in! We will seal the door! Senior students will help together and let McGonagall find where these damn Ashwinder come from!"
As soon as Professor Flitwick waved his wand, Ashwinder in the corridor where Ravenclaw students were already tired of dealing with some senior wizards, instantly froze into snow sculptures.
"Quick!"
The two Prefect led everyone into the Great Hall, settled the crying little wizard, and immediately took the senior students to the direction of the gate to support the professor.
"Will we die here?"
Qiu Zhang was shocked by the number of Ashwinder at the gate.
"Don't worry, the professors haven't used their full strength yet." Ian knows very well that the professors today have not used Dark Magic, nor have they used magic that may cause serious damage to the castle.
"Professor McGonagall needs to find the source. I feel like something might happen to her." Qiu Zhang couldn't imagine how terrifying the source of Ashwinder is.
"You underestimate our teacher Transfiguration too much. Even our dean does not know more about taking risks than Professor McGonagall. There is a reason why she is asked to find the source." Ian's eyes kept looking inside the Great Hall. People from the other three colleges were already here, but he did not see his good partner in Slytherin.
"Stop looking! Young Grindelwald is not here!"
suddenly.
A voice with unusual dissatisfaction sounded in his ears, as if it was close at hand but far away in the horizon. Ian quickly turned his head to look, squatted down and saw a stretcher behind High Table behind the Great Hall.
Snape is lying on it with bandages all over his body.
Eyes closed tightly.
It seems to have died.
"Uncle Snape!" Ian finally understood why Snape was not seen at the gate. It turned out that Snape had actually fallen down and was placed inside the Great Hall.
It shouldn't be!
Uncle Good is not weak!
"Oh my God! Merlin is on top! Uncle! What's wrong with you?" Ian was also startled in his heart, and quickly ran to Snape, but as soon as he got closer, he realized something was wrong.
Snape is so energetic.
After he got close.
The cold, narrowed eyes he opened were still staring at him full of resentment.
"Call me Professor Snape!" Although Snape's voice was very low, it was full of anger and resentment. It didn't sound like a seriously injured patient whose whole body should be covered with bandages.
This kind of injury.
You have to be unconscious even if you are high and low, right?
"Okay, Uncle Professor Snape, what's wrong with you?" Ian got closer and smelled the smell of herbs, but not all of them were the kind of herbs used to treat injuries.
Instead, it's more like a bunch of expired futures mixed together.
"I thought you would first ask where Miss Grindelwald went." Snape snorted coldly, looking strangely at Ian.
Not noticing any injuries, he closed his eyes again.
"Did he be picked up by his family?" Ian guessed.
Snape did not respond directly, but just snorted softly, still maintaining a state of pretending to be unconscious with his eyes closed, and pointed in the direction of student Slytherin with one finger.
"I can't move. Just keep an eye on that guy. Come and report to me whatever he does."
Following Snape's finger, he saw that among the crowd of Slytherin, there was a boy with a rather outstanding appearance and a head of about 1.8 meters looking around.
It looks full of sneakiness.
"Who is that guy? Where is Marcus? And why didn't I see Dumbledore." Ian was still thinking about the person who framed him and his friend and brother who might become his new backer.
Whether he can raise his seniority a little depends on how Dumbledore feels about his sister!
"Dumbledore took away Marcus·Flint. No one knows where that guy was taken. I am currently in a coma following Dumbledore's orders."
Snape's mouth didn't move, but it could make tiny sounds.
Ian felt that he didn't need to pretend to be so realistic. The two of them were now behind High Table on the high platform, and no one, including Slytherin's students, paid much attention to the seriously injured Snape.
Everyone was attracted by the intense scene at the gate.
"Why do you want me to pay attention to this person?" Ian almost made eye contact with the guy who was looking around furtively, but fortunately, he fell on Snape in time and pretended to cry.
"Fawley Sen. Carrow, a seventh-grade student with very good grades and will graduate soon. Unfortunately, he will probably have to go to Azkaban to repent for the rest of his life." Snape snorted coldly and pushed Ian away. He seemed to have control of a lot of information. It seemed that the person who created Ashwinder was probably this Slytherin student.
Totally unsurprising.
"Sacred Twenty-Eight."
Ian pursed his lips.
"Keep an eye on him and tell me what he wants to do." Snape still maintained the state of lying dead.
"Can't you give me some benefits?"
Ian muttered.
"You are protecting your school!" Snape responded angrily. Ian also wanted to ask related questions, but he didn't want to pay attention to it at all.
"Hiss, you got me. Indeed, Hogwarts and I are good buddies, and I must protect it." Ian got out from under the table in the classroom.
I jogged back to the center of the Great Hall where a lot of people gathered.
"Are Ian, Snape really dead? I heard that their heads fell off!"
A young wizard inquired about Professor Potions Class. Apparently, the students of Gryffindor were able to persevere in spreading rumors about Snape no matter what the circumstances.
"Probably not yet?"
Ian looked at the direction where Snape's body was lying, and then, following Snape's instructions, he paid attention to the movements of seventh grader Fawley Sen. Carrow from time to time.
This guy seemed very nervous. He clenched his fists and did not go out to help the professor with other senior students. He just paced back and forth in the Great Hall, hesitating about something.
"You're still alive even if your head falls off?"
The little wizards kept exclaiming.
"..."
Ian is a little unbearable.
"Professor Snape's Potions Class is not as good as yours. Maybe you can become our new Potions Class teacher." The little wizard who had attended the Ian cram school before said in a whimsical way.
First grade.
It's time for the imagination to run wild.
"Stop talking, Professor Snape is very vindictive. If I call him a few words Uncle Good, he plans to torment me." Ian has been distractedly observing Slytherin.
Just at this time.
He found that A Fawley sen. Carrow seemed to have made up his mind, and walked quietly to the sealed side door, using a magic that seemed to be Wall-passing Spell to pass through it as if it were nothing.
"Pure-blood families has a lot of knowledge! This magic is not in the textbook!" Ian quickly followed, and he could only use Alohomora to climb out from the sealed window next to it.
There aren't many Ashwinder out there.
It seems that they are basically concentrated in the direction of the Great Hall main entrance.
"Where are the people!"
This is not Ian's doubts.
But Snape, who had been lying dead for a while, wanted to squint to see the situation, but happened to see Ian's butt, and squeezed out from the window.
Ian sealed the window again.
"Damn! Idiot! I just told you to keep an eye on him!"
Snape sat up in shock while dying of illness!
Pretending to be dead in situ!
Great Hall Suddenly there was a crowd shouting Merlin, this is a medical miracle.
"Snape turned into a ghost!"
There are other voices too.
The corridors are endlessly winding.
Except for Ashwinder who jumped out from time to time, no other wizards could be found. Fawley Sen. Carrow seemed to have something in him that would not be noticed by Ashwinder.
He walked non-stop towards the stairs.
"Seventh Floor."
Ian hid in the shadow of the corner, staring at Fawley sen. Carrow climbed all the way up, and from the stairs chosen by the opponent, he judged where the opponent's target was.
Think about it for a moment.
Ian turned around and headed for the stairs in the other direction. Along the way, Ashwinder kept attacking. Since there was no audience, Ian chose to practice the proficiency of other skills.
"Sectumsempra!"
This is a Charms with unlimited potential. Ian feels that it is worth studying more than Avada. If he can practice cutting the soul of a living person, his own Uncle Good will definitely go down in history.
"Damn! It's not in there! It's really not in there!!"
Seventh Floor.
When Ian arrives at the corner.
A Fawley sen. Carrow walked out of Room of Requirement in a panic.
"Who! Who stole his thing! I have to find it! I have to find it for him! Otherwise he will definitely kill me... He will even let my dad do it himself!"
A Fawley sen. Carrow stood at the door restlessly. He was pacing repeatedly with fear, the hand holding the wand was shaking violently, and the voice he was muttering to himself was also filled with extreme fear.
"Tell me! Who is it! Who has been in here! Take away that damn junk!" As fear continued to grow, Ah Fawley Sen. Carrow could only hold on to the possible hope.
He pressed his wand against the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy, trying to get a definite answer from the portrait. This was obviously a desperate and crazy move.
"You must have seen it, you have been here, tell me, or I will burn you with Fiendfyre!" I don't know if he is just threatening Barnabas the Barmy or if he really controls such a profound magic.
"I'm just a painting."
Barnabas the Barmy is being beaten continuously by Troll.
"Burn it, burn it. I've had enough of this damn Troll for a long time. Anyway, my real soul must have found the one in Underworld that can learn such a beautiful dance."
Barnabas the Barmy did not take the threat of Fawley sen. Carrow seriously.
He is still so persistent.
"Do you think I dare not! I can't live! Then no one should live! Everyone must die with me!" A Fawley sen. Carrow was extremely emotional.
"Yes! I will die! I released Ashwinder. If that person doesn't kill me, Dumbledore will kill me. My life that should have been bright has been ruined!"
"I'm going to die. Those guys who are weaker than me and of lower blood will definitely treat me as a joke. I will never allow such a thing to happen!"
Extremely hysterical roars and roars.
He seemed a little out of control.
"Either tell me where the damn Diadem is! Or you and the whole Hogwarts will die with me! Do you think it will be difficult for Fiendfyre Curse to get the noble-blooded Carrow!"
"I'll burn them all!"
Fawley sen. Carrow's wand began to glow, as if it was about to release Charms.
"You want Diadem of Ravenclaw?"
suddenly.
A childish voice came from behind him.
In panic.
A Fawley sen. Carrow suddenly turned around and found a little wizard whose height had not reached his chest, standing not far away holding an extremely bright Diadem.
"Prince...Snape kid, you are actually following me!" A Fawley sen. Carrow roared in a low voice, his expression becoming more and more restless.
A young wizard could spot something wrong with him.
He didn't believe that the principal of Hogwarts couldn't detect anything unusual about him.
"Give it to me!"
A Fawley sen. Carrow knew that his only way to survive was to leave with the things that the adult ordered to find. Only in this way could he save his small life.
Wanted by Ministry of Magic.
It's better than death anyway.
"What if I say no?"
The little wizard tilted his head and played with the Diadem in his hand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light lights up.
A Fawley sen. Carrow has no intention of continuing the nonsense. If he stays here for another quarter of an hour, he may be caught and killed by the imp of the college dean's family.
Anyway, it is said that Snape betrayed that lord.
"How impatient."
The little wizard just raised his wand, caught the deadly Killing Curse, and threw it towards the wall next to him. Suddenly, the dark front was covered with spiderweb-like green.
The texture is very fine.
However, some of the walls are peeling off.
"Impossible! How could you... how could you catch Killing Curse!?" A Fawley Sen. Carrow was shocked, and took a few steps back with an expression full of disbelief.
"Weak magic power, insignificant killing intent...Dark Lord would send someone like you to do things for him?" The thin little wizard slowly approached A Fawley sen. Carrow.
The strong man, who was much bigger than the little wizard, felt a sense of absurd incomprehension. How could a first-year freshman take over his Killing Curse!
And!
And he made fun of him!
"Dark Lord! You know Dark Lord! How dare you steal his things!" Ah Fawley Sen. Carrow became even more horrified, and he looked at the young wizard with an immature face in front of him.
I just felt a terrible chill running down my spine.
"Why not? Just try out your skills."
The little wizard tilted his head.
The meaning behind the words shocked A Fawley sen. Carrow.
"Crazy! You are crazy! Monster!"
"Cruciatus Curse!"
As expected of a descendant of the Death Eaters family, Hogwarts Tri-Body Technique actually controlled two of them. His wand bloomed with red light, but the little wizard who kept approaching did not avoid it.
Not even raising the wand.
The little wizard's body has absorbed the pain that can make life worse than death.
His face does not change color.
Not even a frown was raised.
"Impossible!! No!! This is an illusion!!! It must be an illusion!" Fawley Sen. Carrow's face was full of horror. He stumbled back and screamed loudly.
"Impossible? If you can't even recognize a Diadem, how do you know... what is possible in this world?"
The little wizard passed by the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy, in which the ballet teacher was being beaten wildly with his butt stuck out. He was staring at Fawley Sen. Carrow outside the frame with the eyes of a real fool.
Sure enough.
Barnabas the Barmy is just mentally ill, not really stupid.
"Kill him! Kill this monster!" Fawley Sen. Carrow suddenly took out a ruby, and then shouted at the red mist floating in the ruby.
The next moment.
A lot of Ashwinder suddenly emerged from the surroundings, and then climbed onto the little wizard's body, and then exploded, causing the little wizard to retreat one after another, and his expression became dull.
"Die! Die!"
A Fawley sen. Carrow saw the laurel wreath falling to the ground and rushed to pick it up. He did not pay attention to the first-year wizard who was attacked by Ashwinder.
"I have to burn down this school! Then I leave! I can't let those lowly guys laugh at me for becoming a fugitive!" After obtaining the target item, Ah Fawley sen. Carrow still wanted to vent his hatred and resentment that he could no longer have a bright future on Hogwarts.
He plans to cast a spell.
However, before he could recite the incantation.
"Do you like playing Fiendfyre?"
It was that childish voice again, but this time it came from another direction. Before Fawley sen. Carrow could turn around in surprise.
"Then... as you wish."
On the ground.
The raging blue flames spread along the floor in the corridor, and countless Ashwinders that came out were turned into ashes in this terrifying color. The creatures that were originally born in the fire were as fragile as straw at this moment.
It collapses at the first touch and turns into nothingness.
"You!!"
A Fawley sen. Carrow opened his eyes in disbelief. He was surrounded by a circle of terrifying Fiendfyre. His face was pale, and he was horrified to see Ian walking out from another corner.
He turned around and looked at "Ian" who was knocked down.
It was actually just a pair of decorative armor that showed its prototype.
"Snape said your destination is Azkaban..."
Ian looked at Ah Fawley Sen. Carrow's wand and wanted to emit green light. The next moment, the raging Fiendfyre could only follow Ah Fawley Sen. Carrow's heels and spread to this person's whole body.
"It's just a pity that you didn't give yourself a way to survive." Ian turned his head and did not look at the senior who screamed and turned to ashes. His eyes met Barnabas the Barmy in the portrait.
"No one saw it."
Barnabas the Barmy spoke softly.
The attitude towards Fawley Sen. Carrow is completely different.
"Thank you, but this is no longer something that can be concealed." Ian turned his head and looked in the direction of the corridor, and saw a hurried black figure running quickly.
"Damn you brat!"
Snape, who had no bandages on his body, rushed to the corridor with his wand in hand. However, the scene he saw made his whole body tremble and he stood there in a daze.
"What did you do."
For a long time.
A hoarse voice broke the silence.
Snape never imagined that he would see such a scene. The childish figure stood quietly holding a magic wand, and the terrifying Fiendfyre was surrounding the boy and running wildly.
There is still a steady stream of Ashwinder emerging.
Just.
There is no need to worry about it anymore.
"As you can see... I'm protecting our school."
Fiendfyre shines on the face.
Ashes fell like snowflakes.
Standing between the surging waves of hot air.
Ian responded softly.
I don't mean to be a eunuch! The performance of this book is okay. As for the update issue, because many readers feel that one page is not enough, the author just combined the five pages into one, a 10,000-word chapter, so that it can be updated in one go and will not keep everyone waiting for the next update.
By the way, thank you to the brother who gave the reward, and thank you for the monthly vote! It must be said that our monthly votes are not swiped, but voted by shareholders. The author is also very surprised by this, and expresses his gratitude! This is 12,000 words. I will add more words to express my gratitude! Thank you for your support!
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