Not Voldemort!
It's definitely not Death Eaters!
The silver glow shines.
The cold and desperate atmosphere in the air has been dispersed a lot. Warm and powerful power is emerging, which is magic that will only open the door to learning to those who can feel the beauty - Patronus Charm.
"Acolytes..."
Ian's stiff hand was still hanging in the air, his eyes fixed on Gilderoy·Lockhart's wand, in which wisps of silver light kept emerging like clouds and mist.
The elegant silver animal slowly took shape, but was deliberately blocked by the caster with silver mist. Ian could only feel the proud posture and powerful aura of the figure from a sudden glance.
The Dementor in the cage made a very sharp cry because of this - Ian could feel the panic of this Dementor, but the selfish adult wizard did not try to use Patronus to fight it.
Patronus, which was deliberately obscured by the silver mist, only surrounded the real pirated Gilderoy·Lockhart, converging all its power around Gilderoy·Lockhart.
Let's just call him that.
After all, they have the same face.
"Patronus Charm is a kind of magic that is not too advanced. The incantation is just like what I just recited. The key is to concentrate on recalling the happiest things in your heart."
"Some people say that this is the embodiment of the beauty in the heart, and of course you can think so, but in my personal opinion, I prefer to believe that we are just using beautiful memories to get a response." Gilderoy·Lockhart's wand has been shining with silver, and his expression has regained its natural and calm expression.
And at this time.
"Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking!"
Ian caught the moment when Gilderoy·Lockhart looked at each other, and activated the magic he learned from Senior Sister Bianyi, and a strange purple light flashed in his eyes.
The magic was activated successfully.
It's just that...Ian failed to successfully invade into Gilderoy·Lockhart's head. Not to mention modifying and viewing the memory, even Gilderoy·Lockhart's emotions that were clearly visible when they first entered the classroom were already so silent that they could no longer be noticed.
"Ancient Magic, you have learned quite a lot of magic." Gilderoy·Lockhart raised his eyebrows. He took a step back and revealed to the confused Ian why he resisted Ian's sneak attack.
Only seen.
Just where Gilderoy·Lockhart had just stood, he seemed to have shed a layer of crystal-clear shell. When he stepped back, the wax-like substance remained in place.
Obviously.
It was this shell of unknown magic that withstood the attack of Ian.
"While we are communicating, you can carry out sneak attacks at any time, and I can use this to see what else you are capable of." Gilderoy·Lockhart was not angry at all.
He smiled and looked calm. He raised his hand and flicked the wax-like shell in front of him. The shell shattered and fell to the ground and quickly dissipated into air.
"Huh?"
Ian even felt that the restraints that controlled him disappeared.
This was obviously because the other party made him open up. After weighing it in his mind, Ian did not continue to try to launch an attack. He now had a definite guess in his heart.
"Professor, what response are you talking about?"
Ian shook his arm and asked as if nothing happened.
Gilderoy·Lockhart smiled slightly.
"Every soul has a partner, a child. Being spurned by others Dark Magic will not make us abandon it. Only the lack of self and soul will make it never find you again."
Gilderoy·Lockhart seemed as if the sneak attack just now had never happened. He reached into the mist and stroked his own Patronus, and his tone of voice was somewhat relaxed. The rhetoric in his mouth was obviously quite shocking, and it was completely different from the various Patronus theories that are mainstream in the wizarding world today.
Heresy!
"Is there any evidence?" Ian tried his best to let the fluorescent light on his wand shine on all the little wizards. In fact, when Gilderoy·Lockhart's Patronus appeared, the unconscious little wizards were out of danger.
Nowadays, the air is just a little bit like winter has arrived.
"You asked me to the right person. This is a question that even Dumbledore can't answer for you. He is always trapped by various things and cannot have enough time to study like me." Gilderoy·Lockhart, who is suspected of being that person or that person's Acolytes, is not impatient at all.
He smiled hoho as if he was very willing to answer Ian's doubts that were delaying time, "You may have known that Azkaban was founded by a man named Ekrizdis's Dark Wizard, he built the Azkaban castle in the fifteenth century and lured many Muggle sailors to that island to be tortured and killed."
"When Ministry of Magic discovered the island, it was already filled with Dementor. Some people say that Dementor is the biological alchemy result created by Ekrizdis on the island using Muggle."
"This time has made everyone full of fear and worry about bio-alchemy... Well, stupid people have always been like this, and they will always be deceived by the same stupid rhetoric."
"Anyone who knows enough about Alchemy can understand how ridiculous this explanation is. Creating a brand new species out of thin air is a restricted area belonging to God alone."
"We can't even prevent death, let alone create these species that transcend life and death..." Gilderoy·Lockhart looked at the monster in the cage.
"According to the records about Ekrizdis, he is not that outstanding Dark Wizard. The fact is that he used the Muggles to perform a sacrificial ritual on the island that is now a prison."
"He brought species that did not belong to our world into this world, and he also lost his life because of his half-heartedness. This is the real reason why he mysteriously disappeared."
Gilderoy·Lockhart's tone was full of certainty. It clearly happened many, many years ago. I don't know why he was so confident.
"What does this have to do with Patronus being able to fight against Dementor?" Ian felt that the other party's story was indeed very good, but it was obviously not the answer to the question he asked.
Gilderoy·Lockhart shook his head.
"Of course it does matter, because the world that Dementor is in is the world we will eventually go to. In that world, Patronus is responsible for paving the way for his partner." His answer is still different from the mainstream today, and it is a rhetoric that will definitely be regarded as deceptive in the wizarding world.
Ian frowned slightly.
"You've never died, how do you know?"
He thought about it carefully.
Although there were many animals in Limbo, every wizard soul he met in that land seemed not to be with their Patronus.
"I will die eventually, won't I? We will know it by then." Gilderoy·Lockhart did not refute, but just shrugged to express his indifference.
"..."
Ian was made a little unconfident by the ease and determination of Gilderoy·Lockhart. Perhaps the situations mentioned by the fake Gilderoy·Lockhart will happen further ahead than Limbo?
After all.
If this guy is really that person.
You wouldn't just instill some nonsense into others with empty words, right? Well, I'm not sure. I heard that people who have been locked up for a long time will have some delusions and mental disorders in their minds.
"Muggle can't see Dementor, and can't fight against Dementor in despair. Don't they have their own Patronus?" Ian raised a key question.
Faced with such sharp doubts.
Gilderoy·Lockhart just smiled a little brighter.
"Only when a child comes back from the dead can a miracle be born."
His clear enunciation voice had a subtle meaning that was somewhat unclear, which made Ian feel a little familiar. When Aurora talked to Aurora in the bookstore for the first time before, Aurora seemed to have mentioned similar words out of the blue.
To obtain Patronus, you need to die once? How is this possible... So many wizards around the world can summon Patronus. It cannot be said that they are all companions brought back from the dead!
Just when Ian was puzzled.
"The question time is over, Prince, it's time for you to try." Gilderoy·Lockhart suddenly changed the subject, his voice full of eagerness to try.
Since his whole body overlapped with his Patronus, the thick silver fog was very dazzling, so Ian could not see that one of his eyes had turned white.
"I'm very curious about how extraordinary your Patronus is." They all seemed a little impatient, and the discolored pupils of Gilderoy·Lockhart reflected a scene different from that in the classroom.
The old man was kneeling and crying, and a little wizard raised his hand in the shadow of his pupils. Silver threads emerged from Elder Wood's wand, weaving into a blurry figure... He could see it, but couldn't see clearly.
Prophecy This is always the case.
Especially when it comes to some major disruption.
That was the case back then.
This is also the case today.
"Don't be some kind of dragon and Thunderbird, that would make me very disappointed." Perhaps the name of Gilderoy. Grindelwald should be changed. He has been preparing for this lesson for a long time. The reason is because he wants to understand the reason why he cannot see clearly. Why does a cast of spells cause subversion that affects the world?
It's just Patronus Charm.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Ian took a deep look at the teacher in front of him, did not continue to ask questions, but raised the wand and started trying, constantly recalling his past happiness in his mind.
Was it when you accidentally came into contact with an island teacher for the first time in your previous life?
The wand just sprayed some silver fireworks.
This is obviously not real happiness.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Keep trying.
It may also be that I was playing tricks with my roommates during my college days. The only one I had was Juggernaut with a record of 37/0/0--the wand began to spit out more silver threads and the panel of the system also began to change.
This obviously belongs to the true happiness of the human-headed dog.
[You learned Patronus Charm, proficiency +3]
"Expecto Patronum!"
Ian thought about it for a moment, because he was confessed by a female classmate and then stabbed to death by the female classmate's licking dog. It was probably not a happy thing, so he began to search for it in the experience of this life.
Ms. Elena, Catherine, Daniel, Mia from the orphanage, many children who grew up together, as well as the family and friends they met after coming to Hogwarts.
Will you be happy when you get along with them?
The increasingly dense silver mist gave the answer.
[You learned Patronus Charm, proficiency +5]
[You learned Patronus Charm, proficiency +3]
[You learned Patronus Charm, proficiency +4]
Under the eager gaze of the counterfeit Lockhart, wisps of rich silver threads continued to emerge from Ian's wand, and soon formed a turbid and rich substance hovering in front of Ian. Since he could not sense the threat of Dementor, Ian did not experience the cold and fear being dispelled.
However.
I can feel the warmth and hope of Patronus very clearly.
"You can do better, gather your Patronus..." Gilderoy. Grindelwald encouraged him, his voice urgent, as if he wanted to witness Ian's Patronus before someone else could.
However.
"Professor Grindelwald."
Ian's face was extremely rosy, but his voice was a little helpless.
"I think I'm so happy now that I'm almost as happy as Happy Planet... Maybe you should give me something that can make me rich overnight to stimulate me again."
His wand was constantly emitting silver light.
Obviously what he said is correct.
However, in the face of Ian's "reasonable" request, the man who was facing someone else frowned. He looked at the silver mist that was about to fill the entire classroom and fell into an autistic silence.
"It shouldn't be."
Gilderoy and Grindelwald, who confirmed their identity, did not correct the title of Ian.
He frowned, as if he had also been touched by a blind spot in knowledge. The extremely powerful power of Patronus Charm was active in the classroom, and even began to attempt to invade the area where his Patronus was hovering. This was obviously a situation that could only occur after fully learning Patronus Charm and having sufficient magic power.
Didn't you see that Dementor in the cage was digging like crazy? It was clear that the bottom of the cage could not be dug at all, and Dementor was also going crazy trying to get into the ground to hide!
Such a deterrent.
It has even surpassed the Patronus Charm released by most wizards with physical Patronus. Logically speaking, a Patronus Charm of this scale should have already condensed the physical Patronus.
Why can't it condense?
Now Gilderoy. Grindelwald was puzzled. He thought that his years of study and accumulation had far exceeded his past, but the reality made him realize that there were still things he didn't understand.
Ian doesn't understand either.
[Patronus Charm(Level 0)49/50]
The process of training and learning this magic went very smoothly, but the progress of his learning got stuck at the very end, as if he lacked something crucial to perform this magic.
If we follow the theory of the fake professor in front of us.
Is it because he doesn't have Patronus?
"Why should others have it and not me?"
Ian's wand has been spraying silver light, filling the entire classroom. Amidst Dementor's wailing and begging for mercy, the silver light even squeezed open the window and spread out.
However.
They just don't gel.
No matter how Ian controls it, it can only compress them.
"Professor, where is my soul mate?"
He could only look at Gilderoy. Grindelwald on the podium.
"..."
Gilderoy. Grindelwald opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say at all. He was so speechless that his originally confident and calm expression became a little confused. I can't say that he was completely confused. It can only be said that he was like a genius with perfect scores in the college entrance examination when he participated in a global mathematics competition.
"Yeah... where's your soulmate?"
A man who has always been unruly and can spy on destiny has not escaped the fate of becoming a repeater. He saw that the silver light in the Ian wand had already made the entire classroom invisible.
"Put away your magic, I will help you find a solution to the problem." Gilderoy. Grindelwald still couldn't think of a possible factor.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian canceled the magic.
All the silver mist began to return and disperse.
As Gilderoy. Grindelwald raised his wand, the earth-like material on the ground once again covered Dementor's cage, and it returned to its original ordinary platform.
The classroom returned to normal.
"You are responsible for waking them up and telling them that I am very disappointed with their performance in this class. I hope that in the next class, at least two or three of them will be able to persist until the end."
After Gilderoy. Grindelwald finished speaking, he wanted to walk towards the door of Defence Against the Dark Arts's classroom.
"Ah?"
Ian is a little surprised.
He thought that Gilderoy. Grindelwald's bad teaching behavior was just a one-time madness. However, it seemed that the other party would continue to pretend to be Lockhart as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor with this face? Could this kind of thing really be something that Dumbledore agreed to!
Will the identity Gilderoy. Grindelwald exist for at least another year?
It all sounds so awkward!
"Professor, maybe we need some courses that are not so exciting..." Ian looked around at the students all over the floor. Those who didn't know better might have thought this was a scene of ecstasy.
It's actually a bit tragic.
"This is what a real Defence Against the Dark Arts should look like. You find it too exciting just because the Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers in this school in the past years were not qualified."
Gilderoy. Grindelwald, who looked like a playboy writer, stopped. He turned around and reminded Ian softly in a serious tone.
"As I said just now, real dangers never wait for your growth. Defence Against the Dark Arts should allow you to gain practical experience in danger."
"At least these children will not really die in school, and when they enter the cruel and dangerous world outside school, I believe most of them will be grateful to me."
"Including you."
Gilderoy. Grindelwald's voice has a power that seems to penetrate people's hearts.
"Snape will definitely be the first to thank you, because you will definitely scare the little wizard more than him." Ian sighed and immediately walked over to his two roommates who were sleeping on the ground.
"Mr. Prince, you will understand one day."
Grindelwald continued to walk towards the door.
"If you want to see flowers bloom, you have to bathe in the blood of the flower pickers. This is always the reality. Your opinions have nothing to do with me. All I want is to see the flowers bloom as brightly as possible."
His magnetic voice echoed in the empty classroom.
"Now, get out of class is over."
The voice fell.
The man's figure had disappeared around the corner outside the gate.
Set up the crucible.
I found a few pieces of chocolate and boiled them into liquid, filled a large bucket of chocolate liquid, returned to the classroom where corpses were everywhere, and started to wake up my classmates side by side.
Although it was not what Ian wanted, he could only use the most primitive method to wake up everyone while pouring chocolate. Even a little witch like Qiu Zhang got a slap from him.
"What happened?"
"Didn't Dementor eat me?"
"Oh my god! I had a nightmare... Damn it, it was this classroom! It wasn't a nightmare!"
As many little wizards slowly woke up and instinctively drank the chocolate juice, Ian also discovered that the new teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts might still have some sense of propriety in his heart.
The influence of Dementor has not left any sequelae for everyone, but everyone may be depressed for several days due to a slight loss of happiness.
"So scary."
Michael As a black boy, he grows quickly and is a big guy in the first grade. But now he looks like a quail, trembling.
Ian wanted to go over and comfort him, but he heard something come out of his mouth, "I actually have a feeling that Rebecca might not like me... Oh! This illusion is really terrible!"
Licking a dog is not worth comforting.
Ian stopped.
He chose to turn around and comfort the groom in his dream. William was much more normal in comparison. When he woke up, he was just muttering about a hateful little kid occupying his room in the family, and he wanted to use it to stew soup for Ian... Well, the loyal William might not be so normal after all.
Ian never thought that just one night later, he would sincerely hope that the so-called kid was just a non-human race from the William family, although that would be quite creepy.
"What kind of friends are these?" Ian became suspicious of his social circle. He looked around. Fortunately, most of the little wizards' nightmares were weird and even immoral.
This is the remaining power of Dementor.
Even after encountering Dementor, the victim will still feel physically exhausted and weak, and may have various nightmares for several nights in a row.
Some Potions that can make people feel happy can speed up recovery, but these Potions are quite expensive. Even if Snape is not in school, Ian doesn't have the guts to go to Snape's office to look for them.
There are quite a few people lying in the classroom.
There is no one named Lily. Potter, or Harry. Snape... I can only bear the pain of the students. Ian quickly woke up every coma student.
Everyone was a little chilly.
Holding the chocolate juice given by Ian and drinking it hard.
"Lockhart is absolutely crazy! I want to tell my dad! Let my dad fire him!" Unexpectedly, there is a second-generation school leader like Malfoy among Ravenclaw's little wizard team.
"That's Dementor! Woohoo! I don't want to fuck Defence Against the Dark Arts anymore!" There are also crying little wizards who are afraid of Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Everyone was very scared.
Even if Ian said something like "The professor said he will catch another Veela for us to practice Dark Magic's defense", he only got one of the little wizards choking and raising his head to ask hesitantly.
"One for each person?"
This kind of inquiry is still full of hesitation, which shows that the little wizards feel a lot of psychological shadow. Fortunately, Ian has already considered this with thoughtfulness and warmth.
"Where is Dementor? Was he taken away by that Lockhart?"
William asked with lingering fear.
"Who knows..."
Ian's pretense of confusion is actually very guilty.
His eyes were a little wandering.
It was just that the two roommates who were in shock were not able to notice that even the podium had disappeared in the empty classroom. After taking a breath, everyone left the classroom with trembling legs.
Many people are heading in the direction of Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey will obviously not be at peace at noon today. I don't know how the fake professor will deal with this colleague who cares so much about the little wizards.
"That's not what I want to consider!"
After lunch, when Ian and his two listless roommates returned to the dormitory, he was curiously thinking about where the real Gilderoy·Lockhart had gone and whether he would Will meet in Limbo. Maybe not, Polyjuice Potion needs a living person, maybe Gilderoy·Lockhart is being imprisoned somewhere by the fake professor?
Of course.
Ian has little sympathy for the real Gilderoy·Lockhart.
For this kind of person.
Perhaps being imprisoned and treated as a pig for hair extraction is what Gilderoy·Lockhart deserves. Those who have been harmed by Gilderoy·Lockhart will obviously be happy to see such a situation.
If they still remember... the only thing that makes Ian feel a little incredible is that Dumbledore actually allowed Aurora's grandfather to pretend to be Gilderoy·Lockhart.
Judging from the memory shown by Dumbledore before, the two people should have broken up. Aurora's grandfather has been imprisoned in Nurmengard Castle located in Austria.
Just let it go?
Ministry of Magic doesn't have the ability to supervise anyway, and there seems to be nothing wrong with private prisons. After all, from Dumbledore's memory, it seems that Grindelwald is serving his sentence voluntarily.
I don't want to stay any longer... Who can stop me except Dumbledore?
"Perhaps it's because the murder of the previous teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts seems to be more than just a curse. There must be something worse behind it than I imagined."
"Voldemort or something else?" Ian felt that the man might be here to protect Aurora, and he couldn't help but regret that this situation did not happen next year.
Tom of No-Nose will definitely regret that he missed this situation.
"Maybe the curse won't work?"
While Ian might have seven years of suffering for himself and his classmates, and he longed for No-Nose's Tom to have a surprise, he really wanted to sacrifice himself for others and choose the latter.
Of course.
This is not something he can decide.
"I'm going to the library, where are you?" Ian just went to the bathroom in the dormitory, and when he came out, he found that his two drowsy roommates had fallen asleep.
In the past few days when they had nightmares, it was obvious that too much sleep was not a good choice, but Ian's slap method had lost its effect on them for the first time.
"Maybe I used it too much today and it's not powerful enough." Ian simply tidied up his bed and took a detour to Room of Requirement to check on his treasure again. The library has become his favorite resting place at noon as always, but today's library seems to be even less crowded.
Not surprisingly, the situation on Defence Against the Dark Arts has spread like wildfire today, but for those little wizards who have never experienced it personally, some of them even think that the new Dark Magic teacher is really cool or something, and they don't know whether it is because Ye Gong loves dragons or because Lockhart is a filter brought by his fame.
Facing a murmur of discussion in the library, Madam Pince showed his dignity as expected, and everyone regained silence under the threat of the feather duster.
"An unknown kind-hearted person saved these little wizards who had no idea."
Ian just looked up at Madam Pince's "law enforcement", then lowered his head and began to delve into Alchemy's knowledge. This was the course he was most interested in after Charms Class and Transfiguration.
This is actually one of Hogwarts's elective courses, but it's a pity for Ian. He needs to pass Charms's O. W. L. s exam in fifth grade.,Ancient Runes, Transfiguration must obtain excellent results in these three courses, and then you can participate in the elective course taught by Professor Arthur·Jin in the sixth grade.
This is a professor who Ian has no impression of, but it seems that he has been working at Hogwarts for many years, a transparent professor, and other faculty members who cannot find any information in Ian's impression.
Of course, a huge school cannot have only those people Ian is familiar with.
Just like the mysterious Ancient Runes professor Bathsheda·Babbling, Ian has not seen this Arthur since the start of school ·Professor Jin's figure, which made his plan to show his excellent Alchemy talent, win the favor of Arthur·Professor Jin and provide guidance, go to waste every day.
The results of the O. W. L. s exam are certainly not a problem for Ian. His only flaw is that he is too young. Perhaps only by pulling out his senior's hair and making Polyjuice Potion can he have a chance to sneak into Alchemy's class.
"Maybe I can escape Potions Class, and then go and rub Alchemy Class." Ian became very interested in biological alchemy due to the conversation with teacher Dark Magic in the morning.
He spent the whole noon checking relevant documents and information at Restricted Section - although he had a superficial understanding of it before, most of it came from fragmentary information in books such as <Origin of Bloodlines>.
"It actually has a certain connection with biology Transfiguration." Ian spent the entire noon time in the library. In the afternoon Flying Class he found that his two roommates actually chose to skip class. Since he did not need to bring any teaching materials, Ian did not choose to go back to his bedroom.
He just saved more than ten minutes and continued reading. He never thought that his two roommates were still sleeping in the dormitory. This was probably a sequelae of Defence Against the Dark Arts's encounter with Dementor.
The achievement of absenteeism is quite rare for the little wizard Ravenclaw. However, in fact, it has little impact on future studies. After all, in Ian's view, there is no difference between Flying Class, who has been teaching low-altitude flying, and Flying Class, just like whether he takes the motorcycle driver's license test or not, it does not affect how he can get up and run away.
Until the dinner party.
Ian just saw his two roommates who looked even worse.
None of them had a good appetite for eating. Although they had a rare opportunity to avoid competing with their roommates for food, Ian didn't eat much when faced with the chicken drumsticks in front of his desk.
Because he saw Slytherin's long table, German Girl would always stare at him from time to time, and the way he didn't move the utensils was obviously thinking about the delicious food he mentioned.
Ian is not the kind of person who keeps talking about things. He looked at Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor who was leisurely enjoying the food in the professor's seat. He only approached Aurora after the professor left the table after the dinner.
I originally wanted to drag William and Michael to go with me, but neither of them had any interest in eating at the dinner, let alone having to walk a long way around to Hogwarts's kitchen.
"Let's go back to sleep... Hey, there is everything in the dream." I don't know why William and Michael said such words with frightened expressions.
Everyone knows that they have nightmares.
Do you want to go back to sleep?
Sometimes Ian really feels that he is a little out of place in the slightly perverted dormitory. Fortunately, he also has a friend who is at least normal most of the time.
"Your grandfather is at school!"
In the corridor outside the Great Hall, as soon as he met Aurora, Ian revealed Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's disguise. He originally wanted to see a shocked or surprised expression on Aurora's face.
Never thought about it.
"I already knew it just now. Grandpa said that you would probably come to me to complain, and asked me to remember what you said to him." Aurora's expression felt a little strange.
Maybe it's because the word "complaint" was a word she chose temporarily without hesitation?
"..."
Ian silently deleted all the drafts in his mind, "How could I scold my professor? He really knows how to maliciously speculate on people. I can only be grateful to him for teaching me Patronus Charm."
His tone rose a bit, and he took out a map to confirm the location.
"Okay."
Aurora nodded upon hearing this.
"You said he had a dirty heart."
He actually summarized it.
"!!!!"
Ian's eyes widened immediately.
"Without complaint!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately fell into German Girl's plan.
"Okay."
Nodding again, Aurora showed that she had learned something. She imitated Ian's tone and said, "But you have to teach me Patronus Charm."
Concise and clear words.
It gives Ian a very familiar feeling of déjà vu.
"You are so evil! A cunning villain!"
After muttering, Ian certainly did not refuse. He looked in the direction of Seventh Floor and said, "Actually, I haven't fully learned it yet, but it shouldn't be difficult to teach you."
"Anyway, we just finished dinner. We can still practice some magic for digestion. Although I don't agree with your grandfather's teaching method, but if you can learn Patronus Charm tonight, I will let you take a look at the Pokemon I picked up today." As he said Ian, he ran ahead.
After seeing Aurora following him, he did not forget to remind him, "That's a lost Dementor. You can't tell our teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts... Dementor is very dangerous for you. Just look at my two roommates and you will know, so you must learn Patronus Charm first."
Aurora followed Ian and nodded.
"Isn't it dangerous for you?"
Her tone was full of curiosity.
"I feel like it is like a puppy, but it is well-behaved... This is probably because I used to face the strong wind with a long sword!" Ian brought Aurora to Room of Requirement.
Make sure no one is around.
Then he silently thought about the room where the things were hidden and walked into it with Aurora.
The door slowly closed, and then gradually disappeared. He walked out of the owl hut in the west tower in the distance, as if Gilderoy Grindelwald, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had just mailed something, deliberately spared him. He curled his lips at the location of the disappeared door, and then returned to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor through the stairs.
"Huh~"
The candles in the office light automatically.
Light up the dark room.
Dumbledore, who had gone somewhere before but has now returned to school, is waiting here. He is leaning on the table with his head lowered as if he is playing with something in his hand.
Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Gilderoy. Grindelwald was not surprised at all.
"Ministry of Magic lost a Dementor, Gellert, we agreed not to break the law." Dumbledore looked up at teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts who walked in the door.
He frowned slightly.
Grindelwald, who had the figure and appearance of Gilderoy. Lockhart, tilted his head. His figure remained the same, but his face began to distort and change amidst the noise.
Soon.
That old yet handsome face reappeared. This is a Transfiguration skill that few people can learn, and its difficulty is even second only to Animagus, one of the highest achievements of Transfiguration.
Human Transfiguration is a profound magic that allows wizards to change their appearance through Transfiguration, and even completely imitate themselves into the appearance of another person. This Transfiguration is obviously different from Metamorphmagus and Polyjuice Potion. It does not require innate ability or Potions's assistance. It only requires advanced skills and knowledge.
Hogwarts's library lacks books on this subject for some reason, so it is obvious that Ian guessed wrongly the reason for Grindelwald's change of body shape in broad daylight.
"Your Ministry of Magic will not admit that they lost anything, so the law is still solid and has not been violated." Grindelwald walked to the desk.
His hands and body are still the younger version of Lockhart.
In his early years, Gellert. Grindelwald was skilled in the use of this magic. He used Human Transfiguration to disguise himself many times to reduce possible troubles or to conduct some secret activities. Today, his physical functions may be far inferior to those before, but his attainments in magic and the use of various knowledge have definitely reached a new peak.
It's never physical ability that limits wizards.
"Dementor is not needed to teach those little wizards. I asked you to come here just because I hope you can take good care of the students here when I am away instead of sending them to Hospital Wing." Dumbledore looked directly into Grindelwald's eyes, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"The best care is to teach them how to survive." Grindelwald still seems to conflict with Dumbledore's philosophy, but it is not an irreconcilable contradiction.
Dumbledore just frowned.
Did not continue to refute.
"Poppy has quite a bit of criticism against you. She was extremely busy at noon today, but she did not choose to report you to Ministry of Magic." The Poppy mentioned by Dumbledore is Madam Pomfrey of Hospital Wing.
"I will personally thank our school nurse. Who would refuse a well-known writer who knows his mistakes and does not correct them, but has a sincere attitude and even comes to the door with gifts?"
Grindelwald's face turned into Gilderoy·Lockhart again, but it only lasted for a few seconds and returned to normal. "I found that he is really popular in the school. People's all kinds of flattery made me feel the vitality of youth again. It's just a pity that when I brag to them about myself, I can only brag about Lockhart's story."
Transfiguration was repeated several times, and Grindelwald imitated his posture in front of others. Human Transfiguration in Grindelwald's hands was just like Magical Creatures's natural instinct.
"First grade... it's still a little too early." Facing the vivid imitation show of his old friend, Dumbledore was more concerned about Hogwarts's education.
He sighed heavily.
"But maybe you are right."
Although Dumbledore knew Grindelwald's teaching methods and content in his heart, and a considerable part of the reason was definitely because of the two children in the first grade, he could not guarantee that Grindelwald's educational concepts were absolutely wrong. After all, he had been on the edge of fear more than once in the past few days.
Storms may come.
Therefore, the means of self-protection are indeed something that young wizards should learn... Dumbledore pinched the gadget in his hand, and complex emotions flashed across his eyes. In the end, he chose to adapt to the status quo, which was a compromise for his old friend without touching the bottom line.
"You know what I don't want to see happen."
Of course.
The reminders are still needed.
"I will be very measured." Grindelwald actually compromised. After all, the little wizards would just be unhappy, which was far from reaching the level where he felt that they could push their potential.
"Do you have any clues about the letter that asked Ronnie. Erich to die?" Dumbledore did not continue to worry about the teaching methods, but his expression became more serious and cautious.
Grindelwald also became serious when he heard this. He took out two letters from the drawer of his desk - letters with exactly the same appearance details and only slight differences in content.
"Before my letter was sent, Ronnie received a forged letter. That person was really powerful. He even Prophecy understood what I would write and made changes that would not arouse suspicion... Even I, looking at his letter, couldn't tell there was anything fishy about it."
Grindelwald opened the two letters and put the contents on the table. As he said, there was no difference in the general contents or even the details of the two letters.
Only in the instructions given to Ronnie. Erich, the forger used For the Greater Good as an excuse to tamper with the instructions that Grindelwald was originally going to give to Ronnie. Erich. It was precisely because Ronnie. Erich did not find any abnormalities that he chose to die in the hands of the students according to the instructions.
"He asked Ronnie. Erich to drink. This is obviously an oversight that will be discovered. If Ronnie. Erich was asked to drink poison, I don't think Ronnie. Erich would doubt your order."
Dumbledore stared at the two letters with twinkling eyes, which still made his hair stand on end. It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of Prophecy person could perform such an accurate and terrifying operation.
"Hoho, don't think of me as another professor you hired, you can't help but notice." Grindelwald's eyes were also on the two letters he laid flat on the table.
"It's as if this forged letter has not been taken away. It was still lying in the office drawer when I came. This is an absolutely confident mockery and a kind of contempt and disdain for me." Grindelwald's voice was very excited, "I will find this guy, he has launched an interesting challenge to me."
There are many emotions changing on his face.
Only there is no fear or timidity.
"Is this mysterious guy at school?"
Dumbledore asked the question he was most concerned about.
"I'm afraid he has never been here. If he could sneak in, how could he deceive the little wizard into going to Hogsmeade Village? He can't still use deception on us."
Grindelwald made a fairly reasonable judgment.
It is similar to the judgment of Dumbledore.
Old Bee nodded.
He threw the gadget he had been playing with on the table in the office, "Back to our other problem, how many more of these things are there?"
The sound of the collision is very clear.
It is a small and exquisite Locket ornament.
The main part may be made of some kind of precious metal, and the surface has been finely carved and polished. The gems inlaid on it give off a faint luster. The luster is a bit dim, but the appearance shows that it was expensive to make. There are also some ancient characters and symbols carved on it, which are extremely exquisite.
"I'm just pretending to be a writer. In fact, I'm just a Seer, Albus. You're too greedy. How could I possibly know everything in this world." Grindelwald had no intention of checking. He seemed to dislike the things on the table very much. He even moved the chair under his butt away from the ancient and mysterious Locket on the table.
"I can only tell you that there should be more than one." Grindelwald's words were exactly what Dumbledore was worried about. Although he had long known that the stubborn man many years ago might have used this method to escape death, he never thought that the crazy guy would dare to cut his own soul multiple times.
This will usher in a fate that will ultimately be irreversible.
At the same time, it is also a very troublesome problem for living people.
"The hidden dangers are too great."
Dumbledore stared at Locket on the table with twinkling eyes.
"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of your students? I've never seen you in such a hurry before." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and said in a very relaxed tone full of ridicule, "Why do you have to solve it with your own hands? If you escape death once, death will always come countless times. Those who cheat death will not end well in the end."
His words of comfort were soft.
But Dumbledore's brows did not relax.
"I know what you are worried about, Albus. With me here with you, the students here will be truly safe. The only thing we have to worry about is..."
Grindelwald was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"Can you see anything else?"
Dumbledore continued to persist, with a hint of asking for help in his eyes.
Grindelwald was slightly startled.
However, he still sighed and shook his head in response, "Actually, the reason why I can see this disgusting thing is because it is related to a pain that you will need to suffer in the future."
"I saw it because I shook hands with you again... Even though my research on destiny is far ahead of yours, the more detailed Prophecy is, the stronger the connection I need with Prophecy's goal." Grindelwald seemed to be suppressing the resistance in his heart and put his hand on Locket.
One of his eyes only changed color for a moment.
"Why don't you go and ask our Lord Dark Lord yourself? He is right there, in the forest of Albania... Tsk tsk, the evil Dark Lord is hunting a mouse."
"It's a real mouse." Grindelwald said in a joking tone as he withdrew his hand, walked to the sink and diligently cleaned his palms.
For guys like Voldemort, he really feels disgusted and disgusted. Horcrux, if it is so easy to use, how can it be possible that there are only a few users.
There has never been a shortage of amazingly talented people in history.
"Remember what I have done for you, Albus. If I touch something like this, I feel like I will be contaminated with misfortune." Grindelwald shook off the water stains on his hands and walked back.
"I know he's there."
Dumbledore Only then spoke quietly.
"..."
Grindelwald's expression became a little stiff.
"Bad luck!"
In the end, he could only vent his anger to Locket on the table.
"We can't catch him there. He can slip away faster than anyone else. Moreover, if he knows that we have discovered his secret, he will become more timid and vigilant than anyone else." Dumbledore looked at Locket on the table. The evil Dark Magic aura and soul on it had not yet been dealt with.
"I will search carefully along the trajectory of his life. If you find anything new, be sure to tell me." Dumbledore said and walked towards the door.
"Of course."
Looking at the back of Dumbledore walking towards the gate, Grindelwald's thoughts seemed to go back to the morning a few days ago, and the scenes he had seen at that time appeared in his mind.
"Albus, I am choosing to help you as always." Grindelwald seemed to be responding to Dumbledore's request, but his eyes turned white quietly as if he was reviewing the information from a few days ago.
It was a strange ring sealed in a dilapidated old house somewhere.
"Thank you, Gellert. In fact, I have always just wanted you to take good care of the school. Don't do too many things, okay?" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and warned.
Grindelwald's eyes returned to normal a step ahead of schedule.
"Definitely not a single student will die."
Grindelwald showed his smile.
"..."
Dumbledore sighed louder. He stood at the door with one hand on the door handle. After hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth to ask Grindelwald.
"Is Gilderoy·Lockhart still alive? He was originally the substitute professor who was supposed to appear in the school. I really didn't expect that as soon as I stepped out of the way, you found the target to replace him."
"I also thought of arranging a more leisurely position for you."
Although Dumbledore can invite Gilderoy·Lockhart, it already shows that Dumbledore has chosen the consumables, but his behavior is still somewhat different from Grindelwald.
"I just want the position of my own choosing."
Finished.
Grindelwald continued to add.
"Actually, I am very willing to share my memories about Gilderoy·Lockhart with you. If you have seen the things in his mind, you will definitely approve of my arrangements for Gilderoy·Lockhart."
"Don't worry, he's not dead. I promised you that I would only kill Dark Wizard..." Grindelwald's words made Dumbledore nodded. He opened the door without asking too much and walked out. Seeing the door slowly closing, Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes as if he was tired.
It's not easy to deal with Dumbledore.
"Resurrection Stone, this kind of ghost Sickle cannot be seen by Albus... Well, I hope Mr. Gilderoy·Lockhart will also be satisfied with my arrangements for him."
Just when Grindelwald was taking a rest.
Austria.
Night falls.
Nurmengard Castle seems to be lightly covered by a layer of mysterious black gauze. The moonlight shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the ancient and mottled stone walls, adding a bit of eternity and sadness to this abandoned castle. The castle under the moonlight has clear outlines and towering towers, but it remains desolate for some reasons.
Many people dare not approach it.
Even the Ministry of Magic official in charge here is the same.
Most of the time.
The branches and leaves of the trees cast mottled shadows in the moonlight, and the forest around the castle seemed particularly quiet at night, with only the occasional call of night birds and the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves.
However, there is something different today. The atmosphere today even made the local Ministry of Magic personnel who were far away and only dared to use some equipment similar to telescopes feel a little confused.
What are you shouting in front of the bars? Such an abnormal reaction makes their goal of drinking tea, playing chess and receiving a salary for most of their lives every day seem different from the past.
"Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Albus. Dumbledore came to register for a visit not long ago?"
Someone made a guess.
So.
Several Ministry of Magic officials looked at each other, suddenly realized, and started immersing themselves in Wizard's Chess again, and did not continue to observe the castle that was very, very far away from them.
It's not a dereliction of duty.
The task assigned by their superiors is to play chess here, and they can just take a look every few hours. Whether that person is still there or not is not something they need to worry about.
After all.
Everyone knows what Minister for Magic, who is now Austria, did in the past. Everyone is paid and just makes a living. Even if there is no one there, they will just hide under the bed and sleep like that person. If they really want to run over to check, the stupid young people will not go. Is the salary not high enough or life is not precious enough?
"Let me out! This is a conspiracy! This is persecution!"
"You can't do this! I want to see Dumbledore! I want to see Dumbledore!"
Nurmengard Castle's door was closed tightly, and the rust on the iron door shone dimly under the moonlight. The path in front of the door had long been covered by weeds and vines.
Among the heavy iron windows.
"Grindelwald" is holding the window and shouting hoarsely. However, the unguarded Nurmengard Castle is only accompanied by the locked iron door and the sound of the waves outside the iron window. Just a Alohomora can solve the problem, but even if he has not lost his wand, there is a high probability that he will not be able to cast such a simple magic.
Perhaps it was really Obliviate that made Gilderoy·Lockhart forget his past during the robbery. After all, he spent most of his life stealing other people's glory and living in other people's past.
Today.
Fate is actually not too harsh on Gilderoy·Lockhart. It once again responded to Gilderoy·Lockhart's needs and gave him a truly glorious and glorious past for him to immerse in.
How amazing.
Aurora's talent is really amazing.
At least she is more powerful than most of the little wizards Ian has seen. Even if Sectumsempra teaches her, she can learn it quickly, but she just doesn't know why she can't control Patronus Charm.
Ian chose to teach Aurora in an empty room. However, although he gave detailed instructions during practice, Aurora's wand only maintained a silver thread.
Hours of practice.
There are still very few and not much increase.
"Expecto Patronum!"
The last attempt, Aurora, also ended in failure. She held the wand tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her heart and recall those warm and happy moments in her life. Her wand still only flickered at the tip, and then sprayed out a small stream of weak silver light, but there was no follow-up.
Like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky.
"It doesn't matter, take your time. Maybe I'm too good at teaching now. Of course, you must not be happy enough. This kind of thing can be easily solved... Just wait, I'll ask my Uncle Good Snape to cook a pot of Happiness Potion for you." Ian was still comforting Aurora when he left Room of Requirement.
"Is there such a Happiness Potion for practicing Patronus Charm?" Aurora actually didn't care much, she just frowned and tried to recall various recipes.
"Well, Half-Blood Prince really cannot be used as Doraemon, so let's create more happy memories. Maybe eating hot pot will also become a happy memory for you!"
Ian took Aurora to the kitchen where House-elf and the others have always been.
"What is Doraemon?" Aurora followed closely. When she walked into the corridor before entering the kitchen, she looked very curiously at the paintings around her that were different from other corridors.
"It's a happy memory of mine." Ian scratched the pear on the huge painting. The pear laughed and escaped, turning into a green doorknob.
I was very surprised to see Aurora.
Ian waited for the pear to return to its original shape and let her scratch it again - the door was opened, and the enthusiastic House-elf would respond to every little wizard who could find Hogwarts Kitchen.
"There are actually so many House-elfs!" Aurora was shocked when she saw the alien heads in the room. She had probably never seen so many House-elfs gathered together. Indeed, there were more than a hundred House-elfs among Hogwartss responsible for various tasks.
Even families with deep foundations do not have similar cards.
Most wizarding families are considered to have a good life if they have one House-elf. Even a family as wealthy as Malfoy family is not qualified to support too many House-elf.
To know.
Although House-elf are domesticated and docile, most of them possess extremely powerful magic, even far surpassing many adult graduate wizards. Except for places like Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic will not allow any family to privately own such an "army".
"Little wizard! Little wizard!"
I saw someone entering.
House-elf They all turned their heads, their faces full of joy and excitement, and a little bit of eager anticipation. They bowed to the two people as if they had been rehearsed for a long time.
"Mr. Prince brought his friend who didn't abide by the school rules!" Robby obviously knew Aurora, and had already remembered Aurora's disobedience to the school rules.
"Hot pot! Old rules! Cut the meat thinner! Add more chili!" Ian walked to the old place with familiarity, and House-elf had already set up the copper crucible here immediately.
This is a scene that will definitely make Snape furious after seeing it. Bone broth, chili, ginger slices and other seasonings are skillfully added to the crucible by House-elf.
The fragrance spreads quickly.
The soup in the pot was rolling, and the red flames danced on the soup surface. The House-elfs took turns to come forward and use exquisite silver tableware to bring various ingredients to the table. There were rare mushrooms picked from the depths of Forbidden Forest, fresh vegetables provided directly by the school every day, and specially processed meat.
Every ingredient is handled just right. Professional things really need to be done by professionals. Ian Maybe the knife skills can be so good, but the seasoning is really impossible to do well.
While waiting for the ingredients to be boiled, Aurora smelled the fragrance in the air and couldn't help but sniff. Then he looked around at the House-elf who seemed to be busy all the time. These House-elf were wearing the same uniform - a tea towel with the Hogwarts emblem printed on it.
They wrapped their tea towels around themselves as robes, and shuttled around them busily and orderly. While making some food, they also did not forget to act as the most attentive waiters for the two of them.
"Mr. Prince's favorite beef slices! Hobby cuts it very thin!" An old acquaintance House-elf brought a plate. In addition to the thin beef, there was also some seafood.
It was probably not fished out of Black Lake.
"Maybe Hufflepuff's students are much happier than us." Aurora looked at House-elf making delicacies one by one, and she probably guessed where the delicacies would be sent.
"Hufflepuff will never go hungry, this is their college motto." Ian answered while scalding the beef. In fact, every college has its own geographical advantages.
"Eat this!"
He threw the hot beef into Aurora's bowl.
Aurora, who had not eaten much dinner, immediately put the beef slices into his mouth with his fork.
"It tastes pretty good."
Her eyes lit up.
"Yes, yes, it tastes good. Come on, eat some more." While Ian was eating by himself, he also didn't forget to give Aurora some vegetables, especially those covered in soup.
Ian's attentiveness gradually made Aurora, who was immersed in his work, realize that something was wrong.
"I want a drink of water!"
Aurora didn't know when he started eating, but suddenly he felt a burning sensation in his mouth and stomach. He quickly asked House-elf Robby for a glass of lemonade.
House-elf Robby didn't know that he had escaped last night. He was very happy to make a cup of fresh lemonade for Aurora. After accepting Aurora's compliment, he went to do other things.
Nothing more.
In its mouth, Aurora still doesn't have its own name, it's just "Mr. Prince is a friend who violates school rules, but also likes to drink lemonade as much as Mr. Prince."
"It's so spicy, how can you say you can feel happy?" Aurora's little face turned red from the spicy food, and he kept sticking out his tongue to drink lemonade, tilting his head and wondering.
"Happiness generally takes time to settle."
Ian was a little confused when he saw how spicy Aurora was. He finally put down the serving chopsticks in his hand with satisfaction, stopped picking up food for Aurora and focused on his own eating.
"By the way, you can also take some of this. It's called See You Tomorrow... It can probably help relieve constipation."
The moonlight is like a wash.
Silver light fell on the tower. The windows flickered brightly in the night, and with the gentle footsteps as the night came, the lights slowly extinguished one after another and became silent.
The ghosts of Hogwarts ushered in their castle time, and the little wizards washed away their fatigue and became visitors to the dreamland, taking on the role of protagonists of adventures in their own world.
Ian is a rare exception.
Unlike those students who chose to leave the night to the night tour, he slowly returned to Ravenclaw's lounge after sending Aurora back to Slytherin House and smiling mysteriously at Aurora.
But he also washed up after returning to the dormitory, and went to bed early to prepare for sleep. The destination he was going to tonight was a different land from the land of dreams.
Before going to sleep.
Ian put three boxes of Chocolate Frog on the bed. After thinking about it, he added a few more bags of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and Jelly Slugs. Everything was packed into a huge suitcase.
Snacks, recycled second-hand textbooks, Swooping Evil's eggs, old-fashioned photos Camera borrowed from seniors...Ian looks like it's going to be a camping trip in its own bed.
If it weren't for the fact that most of the books borrowed from the library are almost impossible to copy with Gemino, perhaps Michael, who got up in the middle of the night and peed, would have exclaimed that Ian turns out to be the kind of person who hides in bed and studies hard secretly - no way, who made Ian promise to bring as much knowledge as possible to teacher Morgan.
There must be no shortage of gifts from other people. In order to avoid not being able to bring out the things he brought in due to accidents, Ian spent a lot of money to buy books that his seniors did not want. Such concerns also made him choose to give up carrying the book <Mental Control: From Legilimency to Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking> after deliberation for a long time.
Although it is very useful in exposing teacher Morgan's disguise, Ian does not want to feel Madam Pince's feather duster, nor does he want to be a blacklisted member of the library who is not allowed to enter.
"I hope you won't wander off to another place again. Perhaps Teacher Mara can know what method Aurora's grandfather used to circumvent my magic this morning..."
He kept chanting in his heart, Ian's eyes gradually became heavy, and he slowly turned from sleepiness to wakefulness. The familiar feeling took him across the boundary between life and death again.
"My dear teacher! Have you had dinner?"
Open your eyes again.
The splendid palace was the castle of a familiar witch - Ian immediately looked in the direction of the bench. Sure enough, the witch was boringly flipping through a book and looked up at him.
"It seems that you have traveled to a new area." I don't know if it is based on time. It is unlikely. After all, the seven days of Ian may be the seven days of Limbo, or it may be the three months of Limbo. Here, the concept of time is always separated from the real world and has no rules.
"Teacher, these are the snacks I brought you, as well as new books." Ian shook some snacks on the table, but the witch only looked at the textbooks.
No excitement.
On the contrary, I felt a little disgusted.
"If you only had this kind of knowledge in your time, then you might have degenerated into the primitive stage." The witch made a sharp comment on Hogwarts's textbook.
This is different from Snape's venomous tongue and harsh directness.
"Actually, these are all for enlightenment education, and there are many orphan books that I dare not bring in. If I cannot take them back, I may be severely punished."
Ian answered truthfully.
"Your magic."
The witch looked Ian up and down and frowned, "Hasn't it reached the limit yet?"
Her words made Ian slightly stunned.
I couldn't help but look at my personal panel.
Name: Ian. Prince
Occupation: Bloodline Warlock
Magic: Level 8 (during explosive leap)
Skill: [Enlightenment of Wisdom [This skill cannot be upgraded]]
"What is the limit?"
Ian feels that there is some kind of message in the witch's words.
"You will feel it when you reach it. It should be soon. The aftertaste of Golden Apple will disappear by then." The witch seemed to be able to see the magic power in Ian's body through Ian's body.
"What will happen when the limit is reached?" This is actually the question that Ian is concerned about. The witch looked at him and supported her face with one hand on the long table.
"Maybe you will explode with a bang, and then come here to stay with me forever." She smiled and said, full of teasing tone.
"I want to live for a few more decades..."
Ian smiled sarcastically.
The witch did not continue to tease him, but explained with a straight face, "Any wizard whose magic power reaches its limit will have a clearer perception of Limbo, and can even sense whether the person he wants to see has arrived. I think you may be more special than us."
This legendary witch obviously just made some guesses.
"I traveled to Lady Ravenclaw last time." Ian moved again. Just as he spoke, he remembered that this was a witch older than Hogwarts. He quickly made a compensation explanation, "Lady Ravenclaw is one of our Hogwarts's Founders."
Hear the words.
The witch nodded.
Lifting up the book I was reading, the author's name on it happened to be Rowena·Ravenclaw. This former founder left many books for future generations.
"Lady Ravenclaw seems to be sure that my Animagus is a Raven. Do you know the reason for this?" Ian has actually been thinking about what happened at that time.
"Because you jump like a bird?"
The witch did not give the answer Ian wanted.
"A very powerful witch, what did she teach you?"
She raised her eyebrows and changed the subject.
"Transfiguration."
Ian looked at the wall, the witch raised her hand, and the special picture frame turned into a magic wand and flew into Ian's hand, so he reported his learning results to his teacher.
A display.
Ian is ready to receive compliments with a smile on his face.
However.
"It just so happens that you are now qualified at this level. Maybe you can start repairing my guards... if you have been studying Alchemy that I taught you."
The witch's eyes became scrutinized. She never expected that after showing her current improvement, she would immediately get a job that was probably quite tiring.
Is this the end of being capable?!
"Of course I studied, and I also made a very good work, but I didn't have enough time to make a second copy." Ian hesitated for a moment and then asked tentatively.
"Perhaps I can help Teacher repair those damaged guards when I come next time? Today I want to go to the town to see Ariana and Pandero."
"I have a greeting from Ariana's family that needs to be brought to her." Ian originally thought that the witch would be displeased at least, but she didn't expect that the witch just curled her lips and nodded in agreement.
"This is your mission."
She didn't even wonder what the situation was, she just looked at Ian again with a slightly strange look, and then said with a somewhat amazed tone.
"I really didn't expect that you could be so calm and still hold your bad thoughts in your stomach now. I thought you should have stopped holding back five minutes ago."
A very surprising review.
Ian was a little stunned.
He reacted quickly.
"This must be mind-reading, right? No! This is Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking!" Ian originally wanted to create a scene, but unexpectedly, a witch with no martial ethics was the first to break it.
"You still need to read minds with your little thoughts?"
The witch rolled her eyes.
"Since you appeared, you have been calling me teacher, not teacher Mara... I was just deceiving you, but I didn't expect you to actually find something."
She smiled happily.
It was as if Ian had taken over her happiness for several months.
"Did you learn about it when you were retrieving the mirror for me? Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking... Well, that child is indeed understanding. It seems that you are really trying to help me find the mirror."
The witch looked at Ian with eyes full of approval.
Ian certainly won't explain it.
"I encountered a little trouble when using this magic. A professor used some kind of method like shedding skin to resist my mental invasion."
He even wants to know how to trick Defence Against the Dark Arts Old Geezer next time.
"Tsk, tsk, even the professor wants to control you, you are getting worse and worse." The witch's eyes flickered in surprise, and she tore off a very small piece of herself Ceremonial Dress.
"I guess your professor should be very familiar with Legilimency. However, his method is not very clever. He just created a creation of Transfiguration that misleads your spiritual direction."
"Well, he may be proficient in Human Transfiguration." The dress fragments thrown by the witch at Ian were obviously the solution, and Ian immediately took it into his hands as if he had found a treasure.
"Thank you, my mentor... maybe I should call you teacher Morgan?" Ian looked at the small fragment of the dress in his hand, vaguely looking forward to the next Dark Magic communication class.
"My apprentice, besides this, didn't you find anything else?" The witch looked at the other two snacks brought by Ian and Chocolate Frog.
"I also discovered that my senior sister actually regrets her betrayal? She has been full of guilt for you her whole life." Ian blinked and spoke uncertainly.
"I know... I did it on purpose." The witch still maintained her posture of reading a book with one hand on her face, a little lazy, with a bright smile on her delicate and beautiful face.
"Actually, I wasn't dead when she died."
Good guy!
Case solved!
No wonder I didn't see that cheap senior sister here.
"????"
Ian has a new understanding of bad women.
Poor senior sister.
I'm afraid I really won't die in peace.
(End of chapter)