Night has not yet come.
Ian There are many things to do.
He didn't know that Dumbledore, who was born cunning, could eat two fishes. Seeing that the library was about to close, he ran towards the library so fast that his legs were smoking.
"Is anyone chasing him?"
"I don't know... he looks like he wants to poop but can't find the toilet."
"Oh, I understand. I've also encountered this kind of situation. Trust me, don't bet that it's a fart. Ah, don't leave. Didn't you say you won't go back to the dormitory tonight?"
A couple who were in love in the seventh grade lost their love because Ian passed by. Ian may not have +1 merit, but he must have prevented an event that could increase the population of the earth by +1.
Not many people come to the library during the day, let alone after school and at night. Ian, who was just running hard, still couldn't keep up with the closing speed of the library.
Not even able to catch the scene where Madam Pince turned off the lights at the end, Ian only saw a tightly closed door and a brand new door lock that seemed to have been recently replaced.
"Madam Pince is definitely leaving get off work early!"
Ian looked at the time angrily. The current time had just reached the closing time. At best, it was only a minute longer than a minute.
Sure enough.
Jobs without competition are always so lazy!
"Oh, I feel so uncomfortable and I want to cry."
Ian had no chance to use his bribery method to make Madam Pince stay a little longer, because he didn't even see anyone, so he could only look around and take out his wand.
"Alohomora!"
Ian just wanted to experience the tradition of Hogwarts. However, he found that even though he had reached level 2 Alohomora, he could not open the library door lock.
The strange-looking door lock only shook twice, as if there was some kind of force that offset Ian's Alohomora. This was obviously a high-security door lock blessed with special magic.
"It's not magic at all!"
Ian was extremely shocked.
Didn't it mean that Alohomora cannot be opened without a lock?!
In the original book Hogwarts, even the underground entrance where a three-headed vicious dog was placed to hide Philosopher's Stone could be opened directly by Hermione. Granger using Alohomora!
"My Alohomora is not as good as Hermione?"
Ian refused to give up and tried several times in succession, but the lock of the library door was still as stable as a rock. At the end, the door lock even stopped shaking.
Ian felt an inexplicable sense of humiliation that he didn't even want to deal with the door lock.
"Wait until I awaken my extraordinary characteristics!"
He poked the library door lock hard with Charms, turned around and left with unwillingness. The corridor was deserted, and there was a short ghost hiding in the corner.
It peeps secretly.
After seeing the person who appeared in the corridor was Ian, he immediately wanted to get into the wall in fear, but Ian grabbed its two short legs and pulled him out.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Peeves screamed.
"I saw it, you want to hide here to scare me!" Ian was already a little uncomfortable, but he didn't expect to bump into Peeves. This guy actually dared to appear in front of him.
"I didn't know it was you, little devil! I thought it was those Ravenclaw nerdy nerds!" Peeves wanted to bite Ian's hand holding his legs but was afraid to bite.
"Okay! You dare to call me a little devil! Do you know that Dumbledore is my good brother! Damn it, you not only scolded me, but you also called our simple and kind little wizard Ravenclaw a fool!" Ian beat him up without saying a word, and the previous depression was immediately effectively relieved.
He looked so relaxed that he just wanted to leave.
"I'm going to find Dumbledore to file a lawsuit against you! How dare you offend your principal and say he is your brother!" Peeves, who was let go, flew away and shouted back.
"Fear Descent!"
Ian took out his wand, and a slightly gray-white light shot out, hitting the cursing Peeves's butt which had no elasticity at all.
"No! Don't burn me with Fiendfyre! Nick! Nick! Take your ax away from my neck! Woohoo! Why are you all helping that little devil to bully me!"
Peeves fell to the ground and rolled around wildly, crying non-stop.
"I don't want to leave Hogwarts! You can't drive me away! This is my home!" Who said that pranksters have no fear, and now Peeves seems to have a bigger reaction than anyone else.
When the magic's effect ends.
"Next time you dare to hide somewhere and scare me, I will put you in a bottle and throw you into the Black Lake. Those Giant Squid will definitely like to play games with you!"
Ian warned Peeves again.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Peeves no longer dared to be happy. He cried and crawled into the wall next to him, trembling. He was as frightened and helpless as the students who had been scared to tears by him.
Finding that Peeves couldn't be pulled out no matter how hard he tried, Ian, who was still a bit unsatisfied, could only leave with regret. He first went back to Ravenclaw's lounge and took all the Parchment on his body.
Then he started wandering around the castle like a street kid.
No way.
After all, Ian only knows that Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance are in a certain top-floor tower. He must be familiar with the terrain now, and then he can conduct smooth investigation one by one at night.
"Don't ever have a lock that can't be opened." Ian also went to Hogwarts's kitchen for a late-night snack, and got his wish by eating the real Honey Steak from House-elf's place.
It actually tastes pretty good.
When he left the kitchen, he also took away two Sour Lemon. He evolved from drinking lemon juice to directly chewing lemons as apples. The sour and refreshing taste made him feel refreshed.
"It's up!"
It was getting quieter and quieter at night.
Along the way, avoiding Magical Portrait who was acting as an informant, and Knight Armor who might have some "monitoring" function, Ian borrowed a broom from the warehouse where Flying Broomstick was stored.
"Thank you Madam Hooch for teaching me how to fly. She only said that we are not allowed to fly in her class without permission. Obviously, she tacitly agreed that we can fly however we want after class."
Fortunately, not all door locks in any place are blessed with special anti-theft magic. At least the door locks in the warehouse where Flying Broomstick is stored simply lost to Ian's Alohomora.
Perhaps the extremely old Flying Broomstick is not as valuable as the collection of books? Ian is not sure why. He waited until he observed that the lights in Snape's room also went out before he soared into the sky.
Earlier, Flying Class finally got a chance to practice. Ian found that he really knew how to fly, and he could also be keenly aware of places that were easily discovered by people in the castle.
Winding and twisting.
Fly, fly, stop.
Although Hogwarts's castle is indeed wide enough, there are only a few rooftops with tall towers. Ian didn't even search the entire top of Hogwarts's towers.
"This is it!"
Through the dusty window.
Ian saw what he was looking for in the humble room. There was a desk in the empty room, and on the table was an ancient book with the cover of Black Dragon Skin.
He was lying quietly on the desk, not stained by dust at all. Next to the book was a bottle of silver ink with a Quill that looked faded.
Book of Admittance.
Quill of Acceptance.
This is Unmanned Admissions Office where Hogwarts selects students. No students have visited it for many years, and there is no need for anyone to interfere with their operations.
"I have achieved such profound alchemical creations. I have to study them sooner or later." Alohomora climbed into the window. Ian first put Flying Broomstick aside, and then used magic to clean up the dust in the room. After the whole room was spotless, he came closer to Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance.
After all, he might come to this room often in the future, so he can't keep himself in an unclean environment. Many people who came from orphanages actually have similar cleanliness habits.
Some groups cannot afford to get sick.
"Looking at it like this, I'm afraid no one has been here for decades. Magic can obviously complete the cleaning work." Ian couldn't wait to start studying Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance.
No surprises.
The Runic Circuit and Inscription Structure above are extremely complicated, and seem to be linked to some kind of power of the entire Hogwarts. Ian's current Alchemy attainment can only read so much information.
"This does not affect my thinking!" Ian made it easier than expected to get the desired effect from Book of Admittance with dozens of Parchment.
After the link was established on the originally blank Parchment, the entire flat map of Hogwarts began to slowly emerge, including various hidden passages and Room of Requirement.
This is probably related to the deep connection between Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance and Hogwarts.
"Although I want to take classes at Room of Requirement, it obviously won't be now." Ian thought for a moment and concealed Room of Requirement, which he might still be useful for the time being.
And a secret passage leading outside the school.
"After all, I don't want my classmates to die miserably in Forbidden Forest or other places in the middle of the night because of the maps I made." Ian, as the creator of alchemical creations, can of course decide what to display or not display on these maps. In fact, all maps can be debugged or modified remotely by him.
Of course it would be impossible for Ian to do something stupid that would let others know his whereabouts. In fact, in his opinion, the Marauder's Map he created was definitely a bug-checking and filling-in version.
In addition to setting the most basic "power-on password".
The buyer of the map can also give himself a name that no one knows, instead of his own name, and only tell this name to his night travel friends and familiar people.
At the same time.
These maps can even set special marking colors for friends and couples. If Ian hadn't hated Goose Factory in his previous life, he would have even wanted to open a paid monthly service for changing avatars and providing borders. Of course, the reason for not doing so may also be related to the fact that Ian's existing alchemy methods are not high enough.
Who knows.
"The character's name requires the influence of Quill of Acceptance."
Ian looked at the little dots of characters that appeared on the map, repeated his trick and moved closer to the ink and Quill, and carefully established a link between the map and Quill of Acceptance.
So.
People's names appeared on the small dots on the map, and even a group of ghosts from Hogwarts were also displayed. Ian looked at [Ian. Prince] who was staying at Ravenclaw Common Room on the map and smiled very happily.
"When I grow up and write my autobiography, everyone who has bought a map from me can become my witness. When I was in school, I was just a really good student who liked to eat, sleep and go to class!" For some things, Ian had already made sufficient preparations when he first started making maps.
This is roughly similar to the technological products produced by technology companies. Ian is the person with the highest authority. It is not easy to modify his whereabouts on the map.
He can even modify other people's positioning and identification on the map through the main map in his hand. This is the biggest benefit and hegemony of controlling technical power and "server".
"It's not like I did something bad and then framed my classmates. It's just that although I don't need to use this function, it doesn't mean that I can't do without it."
Ian carefully placed all the maps in the robe. These maps will only be effective within the range of Hogwarts. Once you leave Hogwarts, it will become a map that cannot display anything. This is the case even when you arrive at Hogsmeade Village. There is no way, Ian made the map through clever methods after all.
Although Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance can cover the entire Britain, Ian is a Alchemy teacher with limited abilities after all. He can do his best to achieve this level.
"Withdraw!"
Ian grabbed Flying Broomstick and flew out of the window. He did not forget to seal the window again, and then he dived in a straight line under the moonlight and quickly approached the warehouse where Flying Broomstick was stored.
About a few minutes after Ian left.
In a panic, Professor McGonagall trotted to the door outside the attic. She saw Albus in pajamas. Dumbledore was yawning and arriving late.
Not long after, Snape also appeared here with an unhappy expression on his face as if his dream was disturbed.
"Albus, someone has entered this room."
Professor McGonagall looks serious.
"This is not possible, Minerva. We all know the conditions for entering this room. Even if that person comes back, there is no way to break this magic."
Snape frowned.
"The alarm is going off! Severus!"
Professor McGonagall's voice became a bit shriller, and she gestured with her eyes to Dumbledore to open the door.
"Founders's magic is difficult to break, and Severus is right about that." Dumbledore rubbed his slightly sleepy eyes, and the nightcap on his head looked very funny.
He finally walked towards the door. The door seemed to sense his arrival and opened in response, revealing the spotlessly cleaned room in front of everyone.
Clean!
Besides being clean, it's still clean!
This impossible scene made all three faces look confused!
"There really is an intruder!"
Snape looked horrified.
"It seems that Founders's magic is not as unbreakable as you two thought. Damn it, maybe it's the Imperius Curse user that we haven't been able to find out!" Professor McGonagall's expression immediately became serious after he came back to his senses, his eyes full of concern for the safety of the school and students.
"Inform Ministry of Magic those who are staying overnight, they are more professional than us at this point." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and made suggestions to Dumbledore.
However.
Albus. Dumbledore just frowned, raised his legs and stepped into the room. He checked Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance, then squatted on the ground and the wall to observe for a long time.
"Albus?"
Professor McGonagall and Snape could only stand outside the gate. She and Snape looked at each other, both feeling a little confused by the behavior of Albus and Dumbledore.
"The magic here has not been disturbed, and Book of Admittance and Quill of Acceptance have not been destroyed. It seems that someone came here and took a look around out of curiosity."
"Well, by the way, you also helped us clean up..." Dumbledore stood up and walked to the window. His expression and tone became much more relaxed.
"It has not been destroyed? How is it possible! Except you and the people you allow, who can pass the magic test?" Professor McGonagall stood outside the door looking confused.
"Albus, you shouldn't have sleepwalked here and cleaned up once, right?" Snape's eyes were a bit suspicious. After all, he had been doubting Dumbledore's mental state recently.
"Maybe, after all, I really haven't been sleeping well recently." Dumbledore chuckled teasingly, and kept staring out the window without looking back.
"Of course, even if you bypass my approval, it is not impossible to pass the room inspection." Dumbledore watched the figure sneaking back to the castle from a certain warehouse.
"This probably only requires Hogwarts to book a certain choice." His voice seemed a bit ethereal and sad, and the two professors standing outside the door looked at each other.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Ian returned to Ravenclaw's lounge. The young wizards were still waiting for his lecture tonight. Ian wrapped himself tightly in his robe containing the new era Marauder's Map and happily agreed.
It is still an environment where charging is started.
One Silver Sickle, two Silver Sickle, three Silver Sickle... and a box of Chocolate Frog, Ian took a deep look at the classmates at home who were suspected of working in the Chocolate Frog factory.
"Aren't there any other flavors?"
Ian still prefers sweet and sour snacks.
"I'll ask my mother tomorrow."
The little wizard looked obviously a little nervous. Perhaps because the incident this afternoon had spread like wildfire, Ian discovered that there was a second-year senior who also wanted to join in.
Facing the eyes hungry for knowledge and the shining Silver Sickle, Ian, of course there is no reason to refuse.
"You heard something great this afternoon!"
"Oh my god! What did I miss? It's a pity that I wasn't there. William told us that Marcus·Flint's urine output is even greater than Welsh Green Dragon's urine output!"
"I want to learn the magic you used to defeat Marcus·Flint in the end!"
Facing the enthusiastic little wizards.
Ian took stock of his remuneration and started teaching.
Even the little wizard who chose to leave last night because he was not Potions Class ran back, and Ian still treated him with the same enthusiasm as before, as if nothing had happened.
Time always flies by in the process of learning.
Soon.
Ian, who taught everyone the practical skills of Lumos, returned to the dormitory carrying a box of Chocolate Frog and a bulging money bag while feeling extremely grateful for what he had learned.
If Marauder's Map hadn't still had some processes to complete, he would have put it on sale tonight and told everyone that he had opened it from a blind box left by a certain James. Potter.
After all, it is contraband on campus.
The risks that should be avoided should be avoided. Amidst the snoring of Michael, Ian lost to William as expected, and once again gave up the title of staying up late studying champion to William.
When you wake up the next day.
William is still sitting in front of the desk. I don't know if he got up early or if he didn't sleep at all. Anyway, there is no black eye socket or anything like that on this roommate's face.
"What are you tinkering with?"
Ian found that William seemed to be sending "telegrams" again. This guy no longer hid in the bed, and was playing with that special pill box in the dormitory openly.
"Report on my reserve Acolytes life and accept the guidance of my family."
Sure enough.
Loyalty.
No need to say more.
The morning class was the most boring, but it was the A History of Magic class that first-year students learned the most. Ian, his roommates and most of his classmates slept very soundly.
Wake up from sleep.
Only then did Ian understand how reasonable William's time management techniques are. They stayed up late or even all night studying last night, all relying on the in-depth cultivation of master hypnosis that A History of Magic Professor Binns will provide them today.
"You are still awesome!"
After waking up.
Ian gave a thumbs up to the energetic William, bid farewell to his two roommates again as expected, and ran all the way to the library that he had not been able to successfully enter yesterday.
Even Ravenclaw wizards rarely come to the library during meals. In the huge, empty place, the administrator Madam Pince is doing the work of cleaning up the library.
She would always clean the library before opening every day, and again when it was closing tomorrow. Occasionally, she would also clean it at noon if she had a sudden whim.
Even if no little wizard has ever come into contact with many areas, it does not affect the enthusiasm of the administrator Madam Pince for cleaning. This may be a very special personal hobby.
The promise is that you love books from the bottom of your heart and don't want them to be contaminated by any dust. Of course, life at home may be more boring than cleaning.
"No entry is allowed there!"
Madam Pince saw Ian come in and ran straight to Restricted Section, who immediately rushed over with a feather duster.
"I always thought you were an obedient little wizard!" Madam Pince blocked Ian's path to Restricted Section, with an expression on his face full of displeasure.
"Madam Pince, I am a little wizard with permission to enter the zone, not one of those sneaky guys." Ian had not taken out the Dumbledore approval slip given by Snape and was waiting for this moment.
"Look."
Ian took out Dumbledore's approval slip from his trouser pocket, then waved it in front of Madam Pince's eyes, and then planned to put the approval slip back into his trouser pocket.
"Let me see clearly, don't try to fool me. Although I like your gummies very much, I will definitely not go easy on anyone who tries to violate school rules."
Madam Pince didn't believe the signature she saw. She had been a librarian in this place for many years and had never seen any little wizard get the approval note from Dumbledore. In the entire Hogwarts, from the professor to some handymen, everyone knew that Dumbledore was very taboo about little wizards learning the contents of forbidden books.
"Here~"
Ian quickly took out Dumbledore's approval slip and wanted to wave it in front of Madam Pince's eyes before taking it back, but Madam Pince grabbed his hand holding the approval slip.
"It's really Dumbledore's permission!" Of course Madam Pince can tell whether the approval note is forged, which is why she exclaimed in disbelief, "Headmaster Dumbledore would actually allow a first-year kid to go to Restricted Section. This is not at all what a cautious professor like him would do."
While saying this, Madam Pince let go of Ian's hand and asked Ian to put the approval slip back into his trouser pocket.
"Madam, Dumbledore is a wise principal. He just discerns who is kind, just, brave... the little wizard who will never be bewitched by the dark evil power."
Ian placed a series of words of praise on his head.
He even raised his two tender little palms and put them in front of Madam Pince's eyes, "If you don't believe it, just smell it. Even Sorting Hat recognized that I have the excellent qualities of Gryffindor."
Of course, Madam Pince would not actually smell Ian's hand. She just looked at Ian with a puzzled look, and thoughtfully made way for Ian to lead to Restricted Section.
Although Madam Pince still feels that it is not appropriate for a first-grade wizard to have access to banned books, but she is just a librarian and cannot participate in the formulation of school rules.
"Don't get in touch with those evil Dark Magic. I just think that Dumbledore thinks you are good enough to get in touch with some knowledge that you should not be exposed to at your age." Madam Pince has a good impression of Ian, so he seriously reminded the little wizard in front of him.
"Don't worry, I don't like learning Dark Magic." Ian prefers to challenge things that are difficult to learn. Dark Magic, which can be learned easily, is simply unchallenging.
"It would be great if that's the case." Madam Pince nodded and his eyes softened a bit, thinking that he must not have understood the true meaning of Ian's words.
She just felt Ian's sincerity, which was probably the benefit of telling the truth. Seeing Ian running into Restricted Section, Madam Pince continued to clean the bookshelves in the library.
"Hey, I have to speed up the cleaning. The new books of Gilderoy·Lockhart I just received haven't been opened yet." Madam Pince's tasks today are much busier than in the past.
Because earlier, Dumbledore asked her to move a lot of books in from other places, and quite a few of them would need to be sorted out into new empty locations at Restricted Section.
This is not an easy job.
This is especially true for a witch like Madam Pince who doesn't like to use magic. She loves books very much. Arranging and arranging books is also a kind of fun for her... Well, that would be the case if she didn't receive the book <Year with the Yeti> sent by Filch today.
"There is actually a little wizard who can suppress his curiosity about Dark Magic!"
While organizing Restricted Section's bookshelf, Madam Pince also secretly observed Ian and found that Ian really did not make the slightest pause in front of these evil magic-related books such as Tongue-Tying Curse, Ear-Biting Curse, and Flaying Curse. She then breathed a sigh of relief and continued her work.
"Garbage, garbage, it's all garbage..." Ian's eyes passed over each book, and he could even hear those books whispering seductively to him.
"Learn from me! You can acquire unparalleled means! Kill people! Burn corpses! I can give you power!"
"The secrets of the human body will be revealed with me!"
"Don't you want your enemies to suffer cruel torture and curses? Choose me! I will lead you to experience the magic of curses and bring your enemies the pain that makes them want to die!"
These whispers from the Dark Magic books have no allure for Ian, and most of the magics are not as good as those recorded in <Secrets of the Darkest Art>.
Yes.
No matter in terms of cruelty or the strength and depth of magic, <Secrets of the Darkest Art> has such a name, which is obviously not something that some ordinary Dark Magic books can touch.
They are just more terrifying in appearance. Ian saw on the cover of a book, printed a twisted and bloody head, with blood dripping from the eyes, nose and mouth, and the nose was turned into a pig's nostril. No matter how you look at it, it is easy to make people unable to eat midnight snacks.
"Do I still need you to teach me about the human body?" Ian dismissed it. He has the extraordinary characteristics of [Butcher Instinct], and he can be said to be self-taught without any need for learning.
There were also some books trying to scare him. The steaming black mist floated out from the books, vaguely forming the face of a howling woman, and the high-pitched screams made Ian want to retaliate.
"It's just a book, you still want to shake things up?" Ian took advantage of Madam Pince to move the books, secretly lit a stream of Fiendfyre with the wand and burned it on the tip of the wand.
time.
The voices of all kinds of monsters and monsters disappeared, and the face of the black mist that emerged also shrank back in fear. Ian gained the peace and tranquility he wanted in Restricted Section.
"If you bully the weak and fear the strong, whoever learns from you will become a coward with you." Ian put back his wand with satisfaction and selected some soul-related books from Restricted Section.
Whether it is because of his own miracle of being able to set foot on Limbo, or considering the main theme of Hogwarts in the next few years, Ian has a very strong interest in the knowledge of the soul.
<Secrets of the Dead>
<Laws of Life and Death>
<Necronomicon>
Ian chose a total of three soul-related books. To be honest, this type of books is not a rich collection even in Hogwarts's library.
After all, it is the most mysterious field of life, and wizards who can conduct some research in this area can only be said to be rare in the entire wizarding world.
Research that can be published in books is even rarer. Because of this, even for a thousand-year-old school like Hogwarts, the related books it can include are very limited.
Except for books like this.
Ian also saw an ancient text that interested him. The cover was made of a material as hard as a slate, with numerous reliefs of Magical Creatures carved on it.
Its exquisite appearance was the initial factor that attracted Ian, and its title was the reason that made Ian take it off the bookshelf. The heavy and solid weight even far exceeded the other three books combined.
<Origin of Bloodlines>
Ian flipped through it a little, and it recorded a history that dates back to before the Wizarding War. At that time, wizards had not yet become the rulers of the magical world today.
Whether they are naturally powerful magical creatures, or other dwarves, Giant, dwarfs, Goblin, they are all born with powers that are many times more powerful than wizards.
Human wizards are only at the bottom of the food chain. It is in such a living environment that a group of researchers who want to bridge this gap have been born among human wizards.
Some people choose to rely on the discovery of Ancient Runes, some people choose to try to breed offspring with other races to improve the talents of their offspring, and some people want to use Transfiguration to gain the power of Magical Creatures.
No matter what method is used, only a small number of people will succeed, and most people will only fail. In addition, there are also a group of more radical wizards who have chosen the plundering method.
Bloodline fusion.
This is the wild path these wizards have found.
It is much more wild than Transfiguration trying to Transfiguration into Magical Creatures - most wizards will die from the fusion of blood, and the probability of tragic death is even far greater than Transfiguration's failure.
However.
There are also some wizards who have succeeded.
This method of seizing the blood power of other races is different from the unsustainable effect produced by magic Transfiguration. It can even continue to one's own descendants from generation to generation.
Many species that seem very dangerous today are actually products of this period. Unlike the failed Transfiguration, the products of bloodline fusion will not affect sanity and thinking.
For example, Centaur among Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, in this book <Origin of Bloodlines>, it has been definitely mentioned that Centaur is a product of bloodline fusion.
There are other humanoid species.
Their appearance is not a complete success, but they have undoubtedly gained powers that do not belong to human wizards. Of course, the truly successful group of wizards can still be mainly of human blood.
"For example, Dumbledore Family, maybe he is the handful of people who succeeded." Ian flipped through the book and speculated. The reason why he was interested in this book was because of the mysterious brand on the back of his hand.
Fawkes's closeness in the office just now made the mysterious brand on the back of Ian's hand light up slightly, and only he could see it. This is definitely a very, very interesting thing.
[Whenever the members of the Dumbledore Family are in urgent need of help, Phoenix will come to them...] This is a consensus known to many people in the wizarding world.
Ian thinks that the reason behind this consensus may be blood. Many ancient families in the wizarding world have similar situations, such as Parseltongue inherited from Slytherin.
Voldemort's nostrils have become almost as flat as a snake. This is naturally the effect of the dangerous magic Transfiguration, but no one can tell whether it may also be due to some factors of bloodline regression.
After all, there is absolutely no way that there is only one magic Transfiguration who is crazy enough to transform himself, but it happened that it was Voldemort who obtained power from magic Transfiguration that other magic Transfiguration users could not match.
Are you just saying that Voldemort is extremely talented?
The reason is indeed a bit too thin.
"The original origin of the magic Transfiguration field may also come from the legacy of blood fusion, and the disappearance of Golden Apple has prompted more people to enter this field for research."
"Compared with the difficulty of bloodline fusion, the success rate of magic Transfiguration is obviously much higher..."
Ian was not interested in ruining his appearance. He just thought of Ariana's gift. If he could find out the secret, he might not be able to have his own Phoenix.
"Borrow this book back too!" Ian saw a lot of blood-related knowledge in <Origin of Bloodlines>, and he really had no resistance to owning a furry Phoenix.
Perhaps most people are like this. After all, even though Phoenix's combat power may not be top-notch, it is far more cool and handsome than those creatures that are more powerful than it.
Tears that can heal injuries and poisons can also be called the best nanny support. What's more, Phoenix's combat power is not top-notch, but it is already being compared with Magical Creatures, which has the best combat power.
"These are almost enough, enough for me to study for a while..." Ian was about to ask Madam Pince to register the books he wanted to borrow, but he saw Madam Pince placing some books on the bookshelf.
When Ian just entered the door, he saw several large boxes of things. Now these boxes were dragged by Madam Pince to Restricted Section. Only then did Ian realize that the boxes contained banned books.
<Chronicles of Forbidden Spells: Forgotten Powers of Darkness>
<Time Vortex: A Spell Against the Current>
<Fountain of Eternal Life>
These were not the books that attracted Ian's attention. His eyes fell on one of the books whose cover was actually very simple, not cool at all and not scary at all.
The books are very old.
Even the pages of the book are worn in many places, and even the author's signature is slightly off - yes, that's right, it is such a dilapidated and banned book that makes Ian's eyes seem to be unable to look away after that, and even the emotional ups and downs in his heart are extremely violent!
"Madam Pince, I want to borrow this book too!" Ian quickly grabbed the old book from the big box, and the cover of the book was reflected in his astonished eyes.
<Mental Control: From Legilimency to Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking>
Under the title of twisted and broken book.
She has a beautiful face as a witch.
Her eyes are cold and cold, as if she has a dark and profound insight. Just looking directly at the cover can make people feel as if they can see through the soul and be frightened.
So familiar.
Ian's hands were trembling, and his heart was roaring.
"Teacher Mara! And you said you can't read minds! Damn it!"
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(End of chapter)