Perhaps Madam Hooch urged too frequently. Michael and William saw Ian trying to run towards the castle, so they each held Ian's armpits and carried Ian back to the lawn.
"Are you afraid of heights?"
Michael suspects that Ian wants to skip class.
"Nonsense, Ian must just want to do some big things that we don't know about, but they must be very powerful!" William followed through on his childish praise of Ian's special attack effect from beginning to end.
"I just want to save my reputation and innocence before it's too late!" Ian watched Snape disappear, and could only feel annoyed that his reaction was too slow.
However.
He also secretly made up his mind that if Snape dared to use his hair to cook Polyjuice Potion, he would go to the women's room or Professor McGonagall's bedroom to do some peeping that would damage his reputation., he must also cook a pot of Polyjuice Potion, turn it into Snape, and present to everyone the song Gokuraku Jodo among the Great Hall.
"Snape, who is born evil!"
Ian was still a little angry when he was carried back to the crowd. He touched the top of his head. Born in England, what he was most taboo about was naturally the loss of hair in the center of his head.
It is true that although Ian is still a child, his hair is not that thick. God knows what will happen if he doesn't take precautions when he is a child.
"Wait a minute and watch my performance. I learned how to ride a broom long before I went to school. My father took me from Austria all the way back to the sky of London."
"That time I also encountered the big flat flying iron Muggle. It threw Bludger at us and invited us to play games, but my dad took me back home in an instant Apparition."
"I bet that if my dad hadn't been in a hurry to go to the bathroom, I would have knocked down Muggle's flying iron!" The little wizard from Slytherin who boasted that he had ordered Nimbus 2000 was still bragging.
Ian greatly admired this man's courage in trying to exchange one for one to the extreme. What he admired even more was that many young wizards actually listened with interest and did not feel that there were any strange knowledge points mixed in.
William was also bragging about himself to Michael and the friends around him, but it was obviously not as outrageous as the little wizard over at Slytherin. He was just showing off that he had the printed underwear of the Montrose Magpies team player.
A full set, movable, just like Dumbledore... Ian has quietly put some distance between himself and William. He is now very worried that William will customize a "Ian" underwear after the holiday.
"Whoops!"
With Madam Hooch's whistle, everyone immediately fell silent.
Rolanda Hooch is a middle-aged woman with neatly combed short hair, with a few strands of hair that are slightly messy due to magic practice or outdoor flying.
She looks very serious, a little less imposing than Professor McGonagall, but even so, she can still control the timid little wizards in the first grade.
Except Gryffindor.
"Learning to fly is a dangerous course. First we must establish communication with the broom. Everyone listens to me carefully. If someone deserts, I will ask him to leave my class."
Madam Hooch first gave everyone a warning. Seeing that everyone became serious and nervous, she began to explain with satisfaction the precautions for flying on a broomstick.
After all, it is meat wrapped in wood.
There is no safety rope yet.
Flying on a broomstick is indeed a very dangerous sport. Ian doesn't understand why we can't invent a flying tool that can calmly drink black tea in the sky since it's not the Middle Ages anymore.
Just because of Quidditch?
"I must become Doctor Strange of Hogwarts!" Ian looked at the simple broom he was assigned, and he became even more impulsive about Alchemy's motivation for in-depth learning.
Ian had some desertions, but was not discovered.
"Get up!"
Madam Hooch is teaching everyone how to use language to arouse the magic power in the body to resonate with the flying broom. Many students are also shouting along with him.
Young wizards who don't have a clear sense of magic power can almost only rely on the instinct caused by language to induce magic power. Many young wizards' brooms are just spinning on the ground.
"Get up."
Not surprisingly, Ian succeeded the first time. To say that he has a clear perception of magic, the more he comes into contact with similar wizards, the more clearly he can understand how clearly he perceives it.
That rhythm.
It is a field of vision that few people have access to.
"One more point for Ravenclaw, Mr. Prince, you did a good job." Madam Hooch glanced at Ian in surprise, and then gave Ian a thumbs up in appreciation.
William, the second person next to him who summoned the broom, only received a look of approval. The second place was often like this, but William didn't seem to care about it at all.
"Look! Look! I'm just a little slower than Ian!"
He excitedly showed off to Michael.
"It's really difficult." Michael wrinkled his nose, hooked his foot on the broom and pushed it up hard, and his hair removal broom fell steadily into his hand.
It was originally a bit off, but the guidance of magic is always useful, and there are always more methods than difficulties. Michael became the third little wizard holding a broom.
Ian nodded, Michael is indeed a smart little black guy. It is not difficult to see from the classes these days that although Michael likes to perform some opportunistic operations, he can always complete the professors' requirements. At this point, William, who has been studying hard, is obviously slightly inferior.
God knows how long William has been secretly practicing hard for this lesson.
"Concentrate!"
"You have to be very eager and work hard to get the broom into your hands!"
"Oh my god! What are you doing!?"
Ian and his roommates were waiting for other little wizards to familiarize themselves with the process. They did not see the conspicuous package of unauthorized takeoff, but they saw a certain little wizard trying to take a few bites of a flying broomstick.
Hmm.
It was Michael's favorite little black girl. She muttered and looked like sugar cane. Madam Hooch caught her and scolded her severely.
Michael's expression was clearly distressed.
"Rebecca is just hungry, what's wrong with her..."
That's what licking a dog is.
Both Ian and William couldn't stand it. Fortunately, it was not a big deal to bite the broom a few times. Madam Hooch soon started the next step of takeoff instruction.
"I will only demonstrate once. You all must remember clearly that you must hold on tightly here." After Madam Hooch gave the demonstration, he began to inspect and correct the mistakes of the little wizards.
Ian was originally very comfortable straddling Flying Broomstick, but after being corrected by Madam Hooch into the correct movements, his expression became a little less happy.
This is a bit silly... uncomfortable.
Cushioning Charm seems not to be effective on these old brooms.
"Just lift to a height of a few feet at most. Don't let me see you flying more than ten feet. So far, I still want to ensure that no one in my class is injured."
Madam Hooch's tone is obviously very proud, but Ian knows that she should only be proud of this year. Next year Madam Hooch will definitely face a major challenge in her career.
"Swish swish~"
Learning to fly is not a difficult thing, not even as difficult as Ian felt that he was scared. Fortunately, he could secretly transform his broom into a small soft cushion.
Everyone is practicing according to the instructions of Madam Hooch, and Ian also feels the joy of flying in the air, so comfortable and comfortable... with an indescribable familiarity.
"Turn into Raven and fly over!"
Lady Ravenclaw's request seems to be coming to mind again. If Animagus can be learned, Ian really wants to become the free Raven.
"The preliminary preparations alone take a long time. This is still a truly dangerous magic. If you are not careful, there may be an accident that creates a new species."
There is expectation in my heart.
However, Ian doesn't want to start studying Animagus Transfiguration immediately. He has already piled up a lot of courses, and it is not too late for Alchemy to study and understand it.
"Flying Cloak..."
After riding a broom to the ground, except for some little wizards who are afraid of heights, most of the little wizards have some unfinished feelings. Ian only feels that the experience of flying a broom is really not comfortable.
When Flying Class ends.
He immediately ditched his two useless roommates and planned to return to the dormitory to study. He had almost finished reading the borrowed books, and Ian had made good progress in studying Alchemy.
Through the Ceremonial Dress fragments given by teacher Mara, as well as the works of Hogwarts Library's many sages, Ian's Alchemy's skills have exceeded level three last night.
This is already a very good level.
Although wizards are inseparable from Alchemy, Wizard's Chess, Flying Broomstick, Remembrall in all aspects of their lives, even things that can be seen everywhere such as candles and bonfires have the shadow of Alchemy.
However.
As a subject that involves material changes, Potions, Ancient Runes, Charms, and Transfiguration are all involved, and even senior students find it almost difficult to control and learn it.
The so-called genius.
In fact, it is just an admission ticket to this subject. As the most difficult subject in the entire wizarding world, even Hogwarts's senior students only have a few geniuses who take it as an elective course. Some of them may be able to master this skill, but it is still difficult to achieve a level of achievement.
It is just to be able to use this technology to make a living after graduation. It is almost impossible to become an honorary Alchemy master.
Alchemy In addition to being meticulous and as rigorous as a gear, you must also have all the knowledge in various fields. To become a master, you also need to have unbridled imagination and creativity.
"Fortunately, I'm not just a genius, I'm also a loser." In the eyes of Ian, Alchemy is not that difficult. It is nothing more than a process of learning control and innovation.
Saw it, learned it, started to use it, that's it--while walking quickly back to Ravenclaw Common Room, Ian saw a Dementor standing guard where Seventh Floor was.
Many wizards bypass Seventh Floor.
Face full of fear.
Most people in the wizarding world are like this. They grew up listening to the horror of Dementor. In the hearts of young wizards, Dementor is really comparable to the various weird stories that many Muggle families used to scare their children when they were young.
The only difference is that Dementor really exists, and those weird stories may just be weird stories, made up by parents to scare their children and make them obey.
Dementor is not a living thing, but an evil spirit. They have no facial features and have a hole where their mouth should be. This hole can suck away people's souls and happy memories.
The characteristic called "Dementor's Kiss" can make a person fall into hell. Let alone a young wizard, many adult wizards can't avoid such an existence.
"What's going on? Why did Dementor come to school?"
Ian asked the senior classmate, and it seemed that someone from Ministry of Magic came to investigate the cause of Professor Ronnie. Erich, and Dementor was the assistant brought by the investigator from Ministry of Magic.
"What kind of investigation can stupid Dementor assist? This must be just a deterrent for us by Ministry of Magic. What Cornelius Fudge loves to do most is to make others fear him!"
It seems that someone in this senior's family works at Ministry of Magic, and they also criticize the leadership. Some of the parents' opinions will always be radiated to their children.
"Although they are stupid, don't you think they are cool? I thought the school was going to give away Dementor... Oh, I am so happy that I want to raise one." Ian stood looking at Dementor in the Seventh Floor corridor, and the dumb Dementor also felt the attention.
The four eyes looked at each other.
The other party was wearing a hood and floating in the air.
"Ah!"
Ian was influenced by Dementor. He... just felt that Dementor was more handsome. There was no coldness like falling into an ice cave, only cool wonders that filled his mind.
Maybe.
Dementor is actually the same as Basilisk, both are good choices as pets!
"Ministry of Magic used Dementor in the wrong place." Ian was quite critical of Ministry of Magic. Such a stupid but cool guy, those people don't use it as a pet but actually use it as a guard?
What a waste of resources!
"??????"
The third-grade senior looked at Ian with a longing look on her face.
Everyone was shocked.
She originally wanted to invite her good-looking younger brother to have lunch together, and then establish a friendship naturally, and prepare and pave the way for a period of time when the friendship turns sour.
However.
"Oops, I forgot my wand in class. Oops."
The senior who was being talked to by Ian just felt that she had discovered the strange XP of her younger brother. She quickly used her exaggerated acting skills and turned her head in confusion to leave the stairs.
She felt that she had to let the little sisters who had been discussing this handsome little boy since the school dinner know that some things might not be possible when they were alive.
"So handsome!"
Ian didn't know what the senior was thinking, so he sighed again, waved to the stunned Dementor, and climbed up the stairs to the lounge above Seventh Floor.
"I heard that someone was caught during a night out last night."
"Yes, Gryffindor's young couple had their clothes stolen when they were caught!"
"Oh my god! They are so miserable. I bet it must be the administrator Filch who did it. It is said that he will steal the clothes of the little wizards and take them back in an attempt to get himself tainted with the aura of magic!"
There is always endless gossip in Hogwarts's lounge, and it is the same in Ravenclaw's lounge, but Ian is not very interested in this kind of gossip that cannot be seen live.
A group of little wizards gathered around and wanted to tell him some gossip. Eager to continue learning Alchemy, he quickly tried to deal with it. The little wizards had already lost sight of him before they finished telling the gossip.
Looking at Ian disappearing in the corridor of the dormitory, several young wizards looked at each other, their expressions became a little lonely. They gathered together to discuss why Ian's reaction was so perfunctory.
The last few people came to a conclusion that everyone agreed with - they were probably isolated by Ian. So, a discussion on how to win back the friendship of the little professor began naturally.
"Start being disciplined!"
Ian didn't know that he had caused misunderstandings to the little wizards. After he returned to the dormitory, he began to study eagerly. He had already devoured several books related to Alchemy.
Tell the truth.
The wizarding world has been isolated from Muggle World for too long. Perhaps there is only the subject of Alchemy, which records that the science of Muggles also had a mutually beneficial relationship with magic.
"If the principle of Flying Broomstick could be used to build airplanes and cars, all the people in environmental protection organizations would probably lose their jobs!" Ian felt that he should refer more to Muggle technology in terms of Alchemy.
He may not have much creativity or imagination, but among the largest group of people living on this planet, there is definitely no shortage of geniuses and unparalleled creativity among them.
In addition to Muggle Technology is available for reference.
If Ian can set up a website and use pounds to solicit submissions from the imagination of ordinary people, he may have the opportunity to step on the fire of everyone and become a master alchemist in the wizarding world.
Muggles are responsible for thinking.
He is responsible for using magic to achieve it.
How can this not be considered as his wisdom as a future alchemist master? There are only a few alchemist masters in the wizarding world, and their imagination and creativity cannot be stronger than that of a group.
Look at the development of the wizarding world, and then look at the development of the Muggle world. With the efforts of countless people, Muggle has developed hundreds of thousands of ways to kill people.
As for the wizard.
Either a curse or Avada Kedavra.
The natural advantages that magic brings to wizards in invention and creation are in vain. The Range Curse Type-1 cruise missile was not invented, and Ian feels that those who are stuck in their ways should take the blame.
"Just like Marauder's Map, they have been invented for so long, but only Harry. Potter can be used next year. This is a backward idea that likes to be hidden!"
Ian made some criticisms.
Opened the drawer of his desk.
He took one out of a large pile of Parchment and prepared to start his own Alchemy experiment today. His first experimental idea was to mass-produce a copycat version of Marauder's Map at a low cost, so that all wizards and wizards in Hogwarts could have a copy of Marauder's Map.
Looking for twins?
Eating alone?
Doesn't exist!
Ian's goal is to expand his wallet while allowing everyone in Hogwarts's classmates to use affordable maps. This can even promote the advancement of Hogwarts's little wizards' night travel technology!
"This is how times develop!"
Ian began to write quickly, processing Parchment, and then sketched out the magic circuit linked by Ancient Runes. Although it was his first time to practice, his technique was not unfamiliar.
[Ancient Alchemy(Level 3]76/400]
After all, it is knowledge that has been completely certified once and forever. The role of the panel is most obvious in this aspect, which can save Ian a lot of possible practice waste.
Of course.
While practicing, a deeper understanding will naturally arise in his mind, increasing the proficiency of Ian's skills at a speed that is probably slower than studying the Alchemy masterpiece.
[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1]
[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1.5]
[You are making an alchemical creation, proficiency +1]
Surprisingly, a proficiency level of 0.5 still appeared. It was probably because his ideas were stuck when he was understanding it. It also gave Ian some insight. He quickly completed the basic recording of the first Parchment.
"Second one!"
Ian drew another Parchment.
This is something that was unearthed from Room of Requirement, including the material for writing Ancient Runes. You can really find anything in the garbage mountain.
Ian feels that Room of Requirement is simply another form of Doraemon.
He has seriously considered moving his small classroom to Room of Requirement in the future when he no longer needs to rely on Room of Requirement. There is no need for Room of Requirement to become a secret that Ian has kept during his seven years of study.
It exists there.
But it remains vacant most of the time.
What is the difference between Muggle chaebols who gather all the money in their own hands and leave it alone without waiting for it to slowly rust? Those elites who can continue to use Ian's Classroom are qualified to become insiders and users of Room of Requirement.
Of course.
Even if you are not an elite, Ian has the confidence to teach you to become an elite.
It's just a question of how much to pay.
"Only when everyone makes progress can the progress of the times be born. I already have enough favor from God, so why do I need to be afraid that others will see my back on the road to progress."
Ian didn't skimp on his knowledge when he started a small class.
Of course he also has a selfish side.
For example, the idea of a magic cloak, Ian, does not intend to mass-produce it. Others ride a broom while wearing a flying cloak. Only in this way can he appear more handsome than others, right?
Only one Doctor Strange can exist for Hogwarts!
"The third one!"
"The fourth one!"
The preliminary production of Marauder's Map is not complicated, at least in Ian's opinion, but for other Hogwarts students, the production of Marauder's Map is definitely a huge problem.
After all, even the Chosen One The father of Harry. Potter, who maybe from the perspective of Snape's blood relatives, Ian should be called James. Evans, a rich second-generation gangster, got together with several other equally talented people, and spent a lot of effort and research to complete the first generation of Marauder's Map.
It can be said.
It is difficult for most wizards with no family background to do this alone. Ian has not seen the twins, but he also has his own way of completing the production of Marauder's Map.
"The most critical part is the real-time display of names and locations. I can only have the opportunity to complete this at night. There are too many people during the day and it is difficult to do it."
Ian only plans to make fifty copies of the first batch, and will make adjustments based on users' responses. He is not worried that he will not be able to complete the most complex and arduous work of Marauder's Map.
Not long ago, Ian learned some information in <Hogwarts: A Secret>. Hogwarts There is a kind of virus called Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance's alchemy props. All students of Hogwarts come from the selection and judgment of those two props, and this is his shortcut and idea for making Marauder's Map!
"Thank you for your ancestors, thank you for Founders, thank you for Hogwarts... and thank you for my clever little head."
Ian doesn't know how Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance work, nor does it know why Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance can cover the entire Britain.
Most of today's Alchemy masters have never been able to comprehend its secrets, after all its pages have never been touched by human fingers since Four Founders placed it there when the castle was completed.
However.
What does it matter?
Ian only knew that based on a few words in <Hogwarts: A Secret>, he found a way to add map information and logos to Parchment that he made.
Not to mention it will be completely successful.
It is at least 89% certain.
"Thanks to Teacher Mara for his comprehensive teaching!" Ian found that he had forgotten to thank Teacher Mara, so he added a little more. He found out the Ceremonial Dress fragments of Teacher Mara and continued to study.
The continued production of Marauder's Map requires a night trip to find the high-rise building where Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance are placed. There is still a long time before the afternoon class.
William and Michael did not come back.
One may be hiding somewhere secretly working hard, while the other may be searching for sugar cane for his beloved goddess. Ian feels that he has a deep understanding of both roommates.
"Brush!"
Just when Ian was studying seriously.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Ian.
"Hobby brought lunch to the knowledgeable Mr. Prince!" It was House-elf Hobby whom I had met before in the kitchen. It was holding a plate full of steaks that were still sizzling with oil in its hands.
Different from the black pepper seasoning that is common at dinner parties, this steak now has many red peppers on it, making it look like it was just picked from the vegetable garden.
"Thank you too, hard-working House-elf." Ian was startled, but was not surprised. He quickly reacted and took the steak from House-elf Hobby's hand with a smile on his face.
The death of Professor Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Ronnie. Erich may be a sad thing, but meeting House-elf where Professor Ronnie. Erich turned into pieces is a blessing among misfortunes.
Ronnie. Erich Professor's misfortune.
Ian's great luck.
He was able to communicate with the two professors Ronnie and Erich who were responsible for transporting House-elf. Through a few words of praise and request, he got a little help from them to deliver meals to his home.
Not going to the Great Hall lunch.
It doesn't mean skipping lunch.
Seeing Ian enjoying the meal, House-elf Hobby was very happy.
"Hobby is very happy to be able to help the knowledgeable Mr. Prince. Regarding the matter that the knowledgeable Mr. Prince asked before, Hobby's friend Robby has already gone to look for ingredients and seasonings."
Not just delivering meals.
Ian obviously has other requests for House-elf.
"Okay, okay! You guys are great! I must give you a set of gifts this Christmas, a super invincible multi-functional kitchen utensil that I personally made!"
Ian still likes the super two-character naming method.
"Oh! God! The learned Mr. Prince wants to give Hobby a gift! No, no, no! Hobby can't have it! Being able to serve your little wizard already makes Hobby very happy!"
House-elf Hobby was very surprised, but still waved her hands in fear and refused.
"That's it!"
Ian finished the steak on the plate and handed over the empty plate.
"The knowledgeable Mr. Prince is simply the best little wizard!" House-elf Hobby was moved to tears, with tears pouring out of his big eyes.
They are a group that is really easily moved.
"Hobby and Robby will definitely prepare delicious food for the knowledgeable Mr. Prince!"
Finished.
As if he heard some movement outside the dormitory, House-elf Hobby bowed deeply and then disappeared into the dormitory - Ian's two roommates did not come back.
Just little wizards from other dormitories playing in the corridor.
"Shabu-shabu beef must be more delicious than steak!" Ian asked House-elf Hobby and Robby. Of course, they just hope to eat some delicious food that is different from the Great Ying Empire.
However, Ian's egg-fried rice-level cooking skills in his previous life were obviously seven or six orifices, so it was naturally impossible to teach House-elf how to make delicious food.
Professional matters should still be left to professionals.
They will do their own research.
The little wizard just needs to enjoy it.
"This time I am really grateful to my ancestors."
Ian Continue to study hard.
Teacher Mara's after-school teaching is as usual, it can be regarded as a homework. Ceremonial Dress's fragments of extremely complex and in-depth knowledge, when gathered together, point to an alchemical work.
For most of the alchemy formulas above, Ian still has not been able to understand and get started, but at least he is much better than when he first started learning Alchemy.
This was enough for him to use some references and his own guesses to analyze what kind of work he could create if he learned all the knowledge on Ceremonial Dress.
Time-Turner!
Yes.
The witch's homework is to create a time management artifact that can no longer be built and can be said to be broken one by one.
"However, this kind of circuit and structure is different from the alchemical structure analysis of Time-Turner by Alchemy masters in the existing literature."
"More complicated?"
Ian checked related introductory books.
A little confused.
The afternoon course is Herbology.
William and Michael each came back to get the <One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi> needed for this course. The first section of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Herbology will be held in the greenhouse outside the castle.
"The content of today's class is Venomous Tentacula." William was still flipping through the books while walking, as if he hoped to cram in and leave a good impression on the teacher Herbology. He probably secretly went to the greenhouse at noon to take a look. Ian really knows this type of academic master.
"Can it be eaten? Is it delicious? Can I take it back to the dormitory to eat?"
Black brother Michael's performance was as good as ever. His soul asked three questions in a row, let alone the other two people in the same dormitory, maybe even Professor Herbology would have a hard time answering.
Pomona·Sprout.
Teacher Hogwarts Herbology is also the dean of Hufflepuff House.
She is a short witch with flowing gray hair.
With her thick patched hat and mud all over her body, she looked like a housewife, not at all like a powerful witch who could rule an entire academy.
"Children, welcome to Herbology, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time." Pomona·Sprout smiles and is as amiable as the neighbor's aunt.
Ian I heard that she is an optimistic and compassionate person. She should be the kind of person who is richer than Snape, but she saves her life because she helps many Hufflepuff who have no food to eat.
In addition to the cabbage with fangs, Ian also saw Dittany with spikes in the greenhouse. The planting amount is not too much, no wonder there will be not enough from next year.
"Help me! Help me! The cabbage bit me in the ass!"
There is a disobedient little wizard who wants to tease those Venomous Tentacula.
He reaps the consequences.
"Hiss! This bite force is too scary! Maybe I can plant a lot of Venomous Tentacula, and then let them challenge Hungarian Horntail on my behalf?"
The one who exclaimed was a girl named Hufflepuff.
Ian looked over.
As expected, it was the cute little witch who spoke amazingly in class Transfiguration.
"Quickly apply some Dittany to stop the bleeding!"
Pomona·Professor Sprout hurriedly rescued the students in her own college and issued a warning to all students - it can be considered a somewhat redundant operation.
After all, the little wizard who was bitten is the most typical negative case. Pomona·Professor Sprout first sent the little wizard to Hospital Wing before returning to continue teaching.
"Everyone just saw how effective Dittany is in stopping bleeding. This is the first lesson we have to learn..." Pomona·Professor Sprout also made full use of the remaining value of the bitten little wizard. She may have chosen to apply Dittany to the little wizard just now just for this moment.
"Hey, Professor Sprout is not Snape, I can't maliciously speculate on her!" Ian followed the classmates and opened the textbook, and knowledge began to be poured into his mind.
Nothing unexpected happened in this class.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have always gotten along relatively harmoniously. As William has secretly done his homework, it is no surprise that Ravenclaw won a full five points.
Hufflepuff also had three points over there... Just when get out of class was about to end, Ian saw the cute little witch and seemed to have taken away a few seeds the size of Venomous Tentacula broad beans.
He didn't know whether he should report the other party. If the other party really wanted to plant Venomous Tentacula to gang up on Dragon, his report would most likely affect the beginning of a legendary story.
"I'm still too kind!"
Ian didn't speak in the end. After class, he followed his two roommates to the Great Hall for dinner. He mainly wanted to intercept Snape and get his hair back.
However.
Even if you keep thinking about it, you may not get a response. Among the Great Hall at the dinner, not only Snape did not come, but even the principal Dumbledore did not show up.
There are several vacancies on High Table.
"As expected, they all eat Xiaozao!"
Ian turned to look at the long table of Slytherin. Aurora still did not appear, but he accidentally discovered Daphne·Greengrass and Marcus·Flint.
"Actually woke up!"
Ian is a little regretful that he did not bring his gift.
We all had a friendship on the same ship together, so he didn't know why Daphne·Greengrass would huddle directly behind the cover of other little wizards when they came into contact with his gaze.
Even when eating, I only dare to reach out from behind others to take it.
In comparison, Marcus·Flint was much bolder. Even when he was stuffing things into his mouth at the dinner table, he kept staring at Ian on Ravenclaw Table.
That look.
It really makes Ian feel baffled.
It was obvious that this guy had a brain attack and framed him, but he still looked at him as if he wanted to eat him alive. Are all Pure-blood families people so unreasonable?
Just when Ian was feeling very unhappy, along with a commotion, a group of owls flew into the Great Hall, bringing their master a letter from afar.
"My mom sent me candy!"
Michael also received greetings from his family. William received a large package, but he did not open it. Instead, he hugged the package and ran out nervously.
It took a while before he came back empty-handed.
"What have you been doing?"
Michael is sharing candy with Ian.
"I went back to the dormitory to put things away." William continued to eat dessert, as if he wanted to make up for the time he just took up, after all, it was almost time to clear the table.
"Why don't you wait and take it back together later?"
Michael's doubts were not responded to, while Ian was not too interested. He stared at the feathers on his plate with a thoughtful expression. If these owls were fed a little Purgative Potion during Halloween, would everyone be able to feel their own Halloween blessings?
Dinner is over.
Ian did not receive a reply from the orphanage.
"Stop!"
After eating, Ian and his roommates planned to go back to the dormitory. However, he was stopped by Marcus·Flint in the corridor leading to the dormitory.
There are many Slytherin junior and senior students around him.
Daphne·Greengrass was also among them, but she didn't want to stay with the others. She took her little sister and wanted to leave this place quickly.
Ian looked over.
Daphne·Greengrass immediately shrank her neck and gave in. She seemed to be begging the little sister who didn't want to leave, but the little sister held her back as if she wanted her to watch the show together.
"It has nothing to do with me!"
Daphne·Greengrass suddenly shouted to Ian in a panicky voice. Perhaps Flying Class was absent in the morning because he heard that he and Ravenclaw were going to class together.
"Why doesn't it matter? Isn't it because of him that you stayed in Hospital Wing for so long? Don't be afraid, Greengrass, there has never been a coward in your family!"
"Young Grindelwald has left, it's just Snape. My family's connections in Ministry of Magic can settle old accounts with him at any time. We all know that our dean's background is not clean enough."
Marcus·Flint turned around and said sharply to Daphne·Greengrass.
"It's because I'm not in good health... Damn it! Flint! You're crazy! Don't take me with you if you want to die!" Daphne·Greengrass broke free from the little sister's hand.
"Let her watch here!" Marcus·Flint gave the order, so Slytherin's third-year wizard blocked Daphne·Greengrass.
"What do you want to do?"
William saw that the person who came was not kind, and his expression was very nervous.
"I'm telling you, this is a school, don't mess around!" Michael decisively took out his wand, but the first-year wizard's wand obviously had no deterrent effect.
"It has nothing to do with you, get out of here." Marcus·Flint took out his wand and wanted to cast a spell on William and Michael, but he heard Ian suddenly speak abruptly.
"What? The senior classmate wants to challenge the wizard of the lower class to a duel?" Ian's eyes were a little annoyed. He felt that Marcus·Flint was simply inexplicable.
"Tsk, tsk, are you worthy?"
Marcus·Flint sneered disdainfully. He pinched his wand, looked at Ian with an angry look, lowered his voice and asked sternly.
"If you don't want to suffer, just tell me what your uncle, yes, Severus. Snape, our good dean of Slytherin did to me!"
Marcus·Flint's expression was very angry, and his mood swings were very violent. Ian felt that his thoughts were not as strong as he appeared on the surface.
Fear? Uneasiness? Shame?
"Why did I lose my memory for several days, and then everyone at Gryffindor said that I was taken away for killing teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts!"
Marcus·Flint did not realize that his thoughts were read by Ian.
He was almost roaring.
But it made Ian feel stern and angry.
"Is there a possibility that I don't know more than you? I remember that I was the victim who was framed by you." Ian curled his lips.
"What a joke! How could I kill the professor! It must be you! It's your uncle! He is Death Eaters! He wants to blame me for his crimes!"
I finally understood why Marcus·Flint was so hysterical, and why he seemed to have no respect for the dean of Slytherin.
"I definitely witnessed Snape's crime, so he used Imperius Curse on me. He put on a show the next day, took me away and immediately cleaned up my remaining memories!" Marcus·Flint roared incoherently. He was probably frightened by his own brain supply.
Actually it's not surprising.
If he is really "framed", his family's connections in Ministry of Magic will obviously have no effect on Acolytes, and the whole family may even be implicated.
If he is not anxious, who is?
"Why don't you ask the professors? If someone really framed you for killing Teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts, how could you be let back to continue taking classes?"
Ian really doesn't understand the brain circuits of Marcus·Flint.
"Of course I asked a few professors, but they were obviously not good people and didn't tell me anything. I think they wanted to protect Snape!"
"You are all paralyzing me now! Oh! You think I can't see it! I am the scapegoat to drive away Young Grindelwald!" Marcus·Flint seems to be convinced of his own ideas.
Inbreeding.
His intelligence is truly outstanding.
"The professors at Hogwarts will not protect Snape because of friendship... You are probably still a little confused. I suggest you go to Hospital Wing and take a look."
After Ian finished speaking, he wanted to leave with his two pale and frightened roommates. However, he never thought that Marcus·Flint would directly raise his hand to cast a spell on him.
"Locomotor Wibbly!"
It's not Unforgivable Curses.
The level of Marcus·Flint is obviously not as good as the previous senior student who has become ubiquitous. Perhaps it is because there are too many people here to use the vicious Charms.
"Protego."
Ian has always been on guard.
Shield Charm was cast immediately, and the spell was bounced aside. Maybe, probably, maybe it was a coincidence that a Slytherin wizard who was cheering for Marcus·Flint was unfortunately hit by the spell.
Nothing more.
Compared to the horrified look of the cursed person with his feet stuck together, among the Pure-blood Slytherin student group, Daphne·Greengrass's face was actually paler.
"It's over! It's over!"
Daphne·Greengrass regretted that she woke up too early. She felt that Marcus·Flint was really crazy. Did this guy not know the relationship between Young Grindelwald and that boy?
"You..."
Ian turned around with a cold expression.
"Is this the etiquette of your Pure-blood nobles? To sneak attack if you disagree?" He held his wand and looked calmly at the unbelievable Marcus·Flint in front of him.
"I need you to prove my innocence. It was your evil uncle Death Eaters who killed me!" Marcus·Flint raised his hand and chanted a curse.
"Langlock."
Ian cast the spell one step ahead of him.
The spell hits.
Marcus·Flint's tongue was directly fixed on the roof of his mouth. He could not speak at all, let alone recite a curse. He roared angrily from his throat.
Start asking for help with your eyes.
Some students who were close to him took out their wands, and William and Michael quickly tried to pounce on them. After all, they had not learned any spells that could be used to cast them.
"Hoo!"
suddenly.
A raging fire rose on the ground in the corridor, and the fire shot into the sky, raging like an angry beast. The orange-red flames directly surrounded a group of Slytherin students inside.
Tongues of fire rolled, heat waves surged, and the air was roasted and twisted. Transfiguration. The senior students wanted to take out their wands, but found that Ian was turning to look at them coldly.
The flames were very close to the feet of these people, as if they would fall on them at any time - wise people chose to put down their magic wands. The students of Slytherin knew how to save time and gauge the situation better than anyone else.
"How is that possible!"
"Incendio? No! How can Incendio be so scary!"
"He'll kill us all!"
Everyone felt a chill down their spines, a heat wave hitting their faces, threatening to incinerate them at any time. These people could not imagine why a little wizard could kill them all instantly.
"I knew it!"
Among the frightened crowd, only Daphne·Greengrass looked unsurprised. She made no move to take out her wand. After her eyes came into contact with Ian's cold eyes, she immediately raised her hands to express surrender. Then, as if she felt it was inappropriate, she squatted on the ground and hugged her head.
"Ian beep!"
William's eyes are full of enthusiasm.
Michael stood next to him and was dumbfounded.
They stood outside the ring of fire, in stark contrast to Marcus Flint, whose mouth was sealed. Marcus Flint's eyes were filled with an expression of horror.
He holds the wand.
But because he couldn't recite the mantra.
No matter how hard I try, I can't hold back any magic.
"I have tolerated you for a long time. It is understandable that you have been hit by Imperius Curse... but what does it have to do with me? I don't ask you to respect me, but you should at least respect your professor!" Ian raised his hand and pressed the wand.
Immediately.
Marcus·Flint, who was still trying Nonverbal Spellcasting, became stooped. He felt as if he was carrying a big mountain on his back, and it was difficult to straighten his waist no matter what.
"Before a duel, you must bow. Mr. Flint, you have such a prominent status and you actually want me to teach you this etiquette. Didn't your family teach you what it means to be polite?"
Ian spoke in a gentle voice and leaned forward.
"Look, that's it."
He gave a demonstration.
When lifting up.
Marcus·Flint felt that the mountain on his back disappeared, and the tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth returned to normal. He subconsciously chanted a curse loudly and resentfully.
"Expelliarmus!"
Perhaps it was because he had never learned any powerful magic. Marcus·Flint's Expelliarmus was easily blocked by Ian with Shield Charm and was blocked by a dark wall.
"There was no countdown to three, tsk tsk, it seems I can't be polite to you."
Ian raised his hand.
The wand bloomed with green light.
"Avada Kedavra!"
His voice not only made Marcus·Flint so frightened that the wand trembled and fell to the ground, but everyone and the two roommates who were intercepted in the flames were also horrified.
green light.
Lighted up the entire corridor.
Hit Marcus·Flint in the chest.
"Unforgivable Curses!!!" Marcus·Flint, who had been frightened to the extreme, turned pale, and seemed to have lost half of his soul. His legs were weak and he knelt down on the ground, trembling all over.
It took a while.
Only then did he realize that he was not out of his wits, and hot water was still coming out of his crotch.
"It's so boring. You can't tell Lumos apart, so you dare to fight with me?" Ian raised the wand, and the wand that had been dropped to the ground by Marcus·Flint flew back into Marcus·Flint's hand.
"Continue, believe me, next time Charms, I won't let you down again." Ian's soft voice made Marcus·Flint completely lose the courage to hold the wand.
Snap.
The wand rolled to the ground.
Marcus·Flint lost his courage as a wizard.
He understood Daphne·Greengrass, and chose to join Daphne·Greengrass. He rolled his eyes and fainted immediately.
"Take away your leader." Ian canceled the blazing flames on the ground and looked calmly at a group of wizards with fearful eyes and pale faces who did not dare to look at him.
"I don't think any seniors will go to the professor to complain, right?" Ian's gentle words did not make people relax, and the group of little wizards who had escaped from trouble became even more nervous.
Just.
Ian found out quickly.
These people's eyes didn't seem to fall on themselves, but looked in the direction behind them. Even William's touting and praising voices didn't know when they disappeared.
Maybe.
The fainting of Marcus·Flint also has some tactical significance.
Because.
"Mr. Prince, I think there is no need for their notification. After all, I have been watching here for a long time." It was the voice from Albus. Dumbledore.
So close.
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