The fragment of the dress in his hand was still sparkling like that, but the words written on it definitely exuded evil. Ian just felt that the words were filled with the evil taste of the evil witch.
"Sure enough, no one can offend the old witch..." Ian recalled his previous words and deeds, but he could not figure out how he offended the witch Morgan. He now understood why Morgan wanted to modify the formula. I am afraid he really wanted to see Ian being kept in the dark and cooking a pot of Amortentia.
What an international joke!
He is only eleven years old!
Just at a young age!
How is it possible to use such a thing! No! Even if you grow up, you won't need it! Just like what the discerning young man said just now, with extremely outstanding appearance and strength far beyond his peers, how could he Ian need the assistance of drugs if he wants to have a sweet love!
"I really want to know how those apprentices of Teacher Morgan must have lived on thin ice living next to Teacher Morgan. If they were not careful, they would be tricked by stingy people."
Ian couldn't help but look at the castle in the distance. He only dared to mutter and complain in his heart. After all, he knew very well that his teacher had always had the habit of spying on others.
Queen's Magic Mirror originally belonged to her, and she also overheard the chat between Ian and Ariana. God knows if the old witch is hiding in the castle and still spying on him at this moment.
Think of this.
Ian's eyelids twitched.
"Oh, I am grateful to my ancestors, and I am grateful to my teacher, Ms. Morgan. She really thinks about me. Evil passers-by obviously don't understand the teacher's good intentions in this recipe!"
"He deserves to have no friends to see him off when he is about to leave. Only one bird is willing to play with him..." Ian only performed loudly to the air after confirming that the young man had gone far.
He originally wanted to make a Christian prayer gesture, but then suddenly remembered that Christianity seemed to have persecuted wizards a lot in the past, so in the end he could only make random gestures on his chest with his fingers.
The air is still fragrant.
The chirping of birds and the chirping of insects are still active.
No one responded to Ian, but Ian didn't dare to be careless. He kept the fate of the beautiful senior sister in mind. The evil witch's methods of persecuting people were really dirty.
The kind that Voldemort might not be able to learn even if he comes to hand out cigarettes. Ian is definitely not a misunderstanding by the Morgan witch. After all, normal people can definitely tell the difference between Happiness Potion and Pleasure Potion.
Happiness Potion--Happy Planet in his imagination.
However, in fact, the Happiness Potion he obtained was--Night Shift Ward.
It cannot be said that there is no difference between the two, it can only be said that they are not related at all. Ian does not even dare to think about what will happen if he boils a pot and gives it to Aurora to drink. In fact, when he got the formula just now, he wanted to boil it and sell it openly. Azkaban's evaluation of waving at the table was too euphemistic.
"Hiss, there are empty Amortentia bottles everywhere, and the room is full of Amortentia victims... I'm afraid you won't see such an explosive scene over there at Durmstrang!"
Ian is very scared.
After all, if he really boiled a big pot and then packaged it and sold it, the scene would be outrageous just thinking about it. Maybe even the school history of Hogwarts would have recorded this matter. Well, the kind of record in black history, the sinful King of Obsession was in action, and that night, the entire castle was turned upside down.
"..."
Ian feels that he should thank the unknown young man who just passed by. He saved Hogwarts. He must be no less than the real the Chosen One of Harry. Potter.
"If I'm not mistaken, the last Accio should be Phoenix. I didn't expect that Phoenix actually had the ability to come here... did he use his short break in Nirvana to rebirth?" Ian is neither blind nor presbyopic. Of course, there is reason to suspect that the young man just now is also a member of the Dumbledore Family.
There is indeed a similarity in appearance. They may be the offspring of Albus. Dumbledore, or they may be the children of Aberforth. Dumbledore. Ian's guess is still more inclined to the former. To say that the old principal has lived for more than a hundred years and has not enjoyed love, Ian does not believe that there is such an immovable heart.
The so-called aunt is probably Ariana. Think about it, in fact, based on her current age, Ariana should also be considered an old girl.
"It's time to take a picture of that guy, what a pity." Ian took out the old-fashioned Camera he borrowed. Even in the early 1990s, this Camera was considered an antique.
Not to mention the heavy weight.
The size is also large.
There is also a "pot lid" in the upper left corner of Camera, which may be used for exposure. Ian doesn't know much about Camera. He only knows that Camera is a kind of magic modification work that is relatively common in the wizarding world.
It has the same function as a Polaroid, and will automatically print out the photo after taking it. However, if you want to make the photo move, you need to drop some special magic potion on it. No one knows the formula, and the price is very expensive. It is a monopoly product like Potter family shampoo.
Of course.
Ian definitely doesn't need to buy that kind of thing. After all, helping to take photos is his whole chivalrous spirit. Dumbledore has been the principal for so many years and obviously will not lack the money to buy [Living Image Potion]. If it were not for the fact that the principal's authority was not taken into account, Ian would even want Dumbledore to recharge himself before he could post the photos.
"Let Dumbledore spin the roulette wheel and collect fragments. Only by synthesizing all the fragments can you exchange photos with me..." Ian has a "horse heart" but not a "horse" courage.
He just passed the time in boredom on the way to the town. When he walked out of the jungle, the vitality of the forest was gone, replaced by a quiet and slightly desolate scenery.
The town is located in a valley, with stone houses scattered in an orderly manner. Although it has not been destroyed by time, the uninhabited environment still makes people feel a bit depressed and dilapidated. The streets are covered with fallen leaves and dust. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows up, rolling up a few dead leaves, spinning and dancing on the empty streets.
Ian was walking on the cobblestone streets of the town. From a long distance away, he saw Pandero teaching Ariana how to practice swordsmanship in the open space in the middle of the town.
Perhaps it was because sword practice requires more concentration, or perhaps because the distance between the two parties was not short, neither of the two people in the open space noticed Ian trotting towards them.
"Are you actually playing it for real?"
Ian remembered that the last time he was in Morgan's castle, Pandero had shouted that he wanted Ariana to give up magic and learn swordsmanship. He thought it was just Pandero's temporary excitement.
Unexpectedly, after returning to the small town, Pandero actually taught Ariana swordsmanship - in fact, Ian originally thought that there was a high probability that he would not be able to meet Pandero in the small town.
After all, this is a person who likes to travel around the world. Just like the young man who left before, when Ian met him for the first time, he had only traveled so far.
The sun is high.
In this uninhabited town that cannot be caressed by time, the sun shines gently on every corner, covering this quiet place with a golden veil.
The girl is concentrating on practicing in the sun.
She was wearing a slightly loose linen-colored dress, and her hair was simply braided into two braids, hanging down on her shoulders. The originally weak girl actually had a hint of heroism.
Every movement, every sword swing, strives to be precise and powerful. Ariana's sword has rhythm and rhythm, and his swordsmanship has obviously been polished for a long time.
"Ariana, the way of swordsmanship lies in faith and concentration."
"Swordsmanship is not only a display of strength, but also a tempering of the soul and will. You need to learn to listen to the sound of the sword, feel its pulse and the rhythm of each swing."
"When you can hold a sword and let it become an extension of your body, you have mastered my swordsmanship. It has no skills and no swordplay routines."
"When the mind comes, the sword comes. This is a state. As long as you completely get rid of the weakness and timidity in your heart, from then on, you will be invincible in the world."
Pandero was wearing a simple brown robe, with a simple long sword hanging casually on his waist. While he was constantly guiding Ariana's movements, he did not forget to brag about himself, "My swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can learn. You will make a lot of money, Ariana. This is much more promising than being a wizard."
"My swordsmanship can cut off fate, but wizards can only be trapped in fate. I don't need to say more about who is strong and who is weak, right?" While he was bragging, he still didn't forget to step on the wizard.
I don't know where such resentment comes from.
"I don't know what fate is, Pandero, I just know it's not as fun as fishing."
Ariana sighed while wiping her sweat during the break. It could be seen that she was just being pushed to the top, but she did not choose to be lazy when studying.
"Destiny is a mischievous little devil." Pandero saw Ian who had taken a long detour not far away and wanted to hide aside to scare people, but the tip of his head was exposed.
"Your sword edge needs to be placed on its throat..." After saying that, Pandero made a hissing gesture, and then tiptoed around behind the post office where Ian was hiding.
He originally wanted to put the sword on Ian's neck to look cool.
However.
"This is a greeting from the wizard!"
Unexpectedly, Ian acted as if he had expected it. He quickly reacted by squatting down and reaching out his hand to reach behind, and used a move on him that was already on guard and the Monkey Stealing Peach.
"Hiss!!!"
Pandero suffered a critical hit and took a deep breath with a distorted expression. The sword in his hand immediately fell to the ground. After he fell to the ground, his face turned red.
"Look, Ian has caught a big fish like you." Ariana is obviously a sensible person. She walked up and couldn't look directly at Pandero, who was rolling on the ground with his legs clamped.
"He's cheating!"
Pandero's tone was full of dissatisfaction.
"Fishing is so fun."
Ian showed him a bright smile.
"Maybe this is fate's response, Pandero, it probably doesn't want to be cut off by you." Ariana's serious speech was the real spiritual blow to Pandero.
"..."
Pandero wants to refute.
Ian had already raised Camera to take a picture of his embarrassment.
"What is this?"
The strong flash of light made Pandero a little stunned.
"Is it Camera? It has become so small." Ariana looked at the Camera in Ian's hands curiously. She obviously knew something about something invented hundreds of years ago.
"Yes, Muggle's technology will make it smaller, but I don't know if the wizards can keep up with the times." With that said, Ian also took a picture of Ariana.
Compared to the photo of Pandero captured in a state of embarrassment, the photo of Ariana is slightly less than satisfactory, mainly because Ian's photography skills are not that good.
Except for professional photographers, it is difficult for people who have never had a girlfriend to develop good photography skills.
"Let's take a photo together."
Ian saw Pandero regaining his breath and stretched out his hand to pull Pandero up. He hugged a friend with both hands and pressed the shutter with a cry of "eggplant".
The photo then freezes.
In the slowly printed photo, Ian had a bright smile, while Ariana showed a smile in a hurry, but it was much more natural than Pandero, who looked slightly confused and at a loss.
Since Pandero may have never seen Camera, he looked at a loss, just like Neville - the warm and slightly humorous picture was a group photo of the living and the dead.
The only one in the world.
"Very good, everyone's expressions are perfect!" Ian habitually shook the printed photo. He felt that everything that should be shown was shown in this photo.
"You call this perfect?"
Pandero looked at himself in a panic in the photo, and he was obviously a little angry.
"I'll give you an egg, don't be angry." Ian took out three Swooping Evil eggs and stuffed one of them into Pandero. Morgan obviously only told him not to give Pandero snacks.
"Swooping Evil?"
Pandero's vision is really very vicious.
"I want to hatch them here." Ian took the opportunity to stuff all the snacks into Ariana. Of course, he gave Pandero an egg not just to appease Pandero. Wanting to get a free hatcher is Ian's little idea. People who like adventure will probably become Magical Creatures masters.
"Eggs cannot be hatched here, life does not belong here." Pandero shook his head, and his response made Ian feel like he was struck by lightning, and his plan of "endless descendants" was ruined before it even started.
"Didn't Golden Apple grow here too?" Ian still asked unwillingly, but Pandero also showed an uncertain expression.
"Yes, Golden Apple is indeed a miracle that goes against common sense." He looked at the eggs of Swooping Evil in his hand, thoughtfully, "Maybe we should plant these eggs in the ground?"
What an outrageous statement!
"Eggs are meant to be hatched!"
Ian is speechless.
However, Pandero is still eager to try.
"How will you know if you don't try it?"
As he spoke, he even ran nearby to find a shovel.
Otherwise, he was a swordsman, and his movements were very fast. If Ian hadn't quickly snatched the tool from his hand, I'm afraid the three Swooping Evil eggs would have been buried in the ground.
"How about hatching it first..."
Ian feels that Pandero's words cannot be fully believed. This guy may have been that legendary figure once, but now he is in an unreliable state with many memories blurred.
"Believe me, life really can't be born here." As he said this, Pandero walked to a tree, climbed up three times and took out a bird egg.
"I have found this egg for many years. Do you see any signs of it hatching?" Pandero The egg with red fire patterns in his hand looks like something quite extraordinary at first glance.
"Didn't you just take out the bird's nest?" Ariana was eating chocolate sandwich biscuits, sitting on a bench, looking at Pandero with eyes full of doubts and a little weird.
"That's me letting the birds here help me hatch my eggs. Wherever I go I will let other birds help me hatch my eggs. Do you still expect me to sit on them and hatch them myself?" Pandero handed the egg in his hand to Ian At the same time, he snatched Ian's other two Swooping Evil eggs, "Maybe you can go to your world to hatch it, but these Swooping Evil eggs have to be left to me for experimentation."
Said.
Pandero picked up the shovel and walked under the big tree.
"What kind of egg is this?"
Ian felt that the egg in his hand was extremely warm, and he discovered that the lines that Ariana had "engraved" on the back of his hand had now shone again from hiding.
Just like when I came into contact with Fawkes before.
"Phoenix!"
Ian found the answer himself.
"Ariana, he must have stolen your Phoenix." Ian turned to complain to Ariana face to face. He remembered that every Dumbledore Family person has his own Phoenix.
"I don't have Phoenix."
Ariana shook his head. After hearing Ian's guess, he came over out of curiosity, still holding the snack in his hand, "Is this really Phoenix's egg?"
She obviously hasn't seen Phoenix Egg either.
"Yes, Phoenix, I hatched it for a long time but didn't hatch it out. Originally, I just wanted to raise one so that it could grow again and the food reserves would never be exhausted."
"But it took me too much time and it never came to fruition."
Pandero is digging a hole under the big tree like crazy.
Ian rolled his eyes, "The dead don't need to eat."
He feels that Pandero is really more outrageous than Aurora.
"Dead people don't need to eat, but it doesn't mean that dead people can't eat." Pandero responded seriously, and he was digging holes very, very fast.
In the blink of an eye, a big hole has been dug.
"Maybe it's just because you want to eat it that it doesn't want to be hatched by you. Phoenix is very smart." Ariana also felt that Pandero's idea was very excessive.
"Do you really want to plant Swooping Evil's eggs in the soil?" Ian saw Pandero put Swooping Evil's eggs in the big pit, and then began to fill it with soil one shovel after another.
"No one has ever done something like you, so common sense does not apply to our current situation. Even if it fails, it will just be a waste of time."
"The most important thing we lack is time." Pandero was obviously doing a very stupid thing, but he was still able to explain the truth in a long and serious manner.
It's also impossible to refute.
"You win."
Ian slapped his forehead, and Swooping Evil's egg was exchanged for Phoenix's egg. He was definitely not at a loss, but he was very doubtful about whether he could bring this Phoenix Egg, which did not belong to him, back into the world.
Pandero probably saw what Ian was thinking, "Phoenix is a very magical creature. When it comes to transcending life and death, it will not be rejected by the rules that restrict you."
"However, this Phoenix was born in our world after all. It may be different from the Phoenix in your impression, so you should not use common sense to view the hatching of this Phoenix."
Pandero's words contain a lot of information.
Ian raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Okay, I will ask the wizard who knows Phoenix. This is the partner that wizards most desire." He felt that Pandero was definitely not as reliable as Dumbledore in hatching Phoenix.
This made Pandero a little angry.
"Have you forgotten who taught you to control magic? Although I am not a wizard! But I also know wizards very well!" Pandero stepped hard on the newly paved soil as if to vent his anger.
"Wizards are all liars!"
His extremely angry words were obviously not directed at Ian.
"Ian, have you found my brother?" Ariana, who had been staring at Phoenix Egg, suddenly raised his head and spoke. Obviously, although she only had the mind of a teenager and her lifetime age, her delicate mind still allowed her to guess the reason for Ian's unusual questioning of her just now.
"Of course, this is what I promised you after all."
Ian nodded with a righteous expression.
"How are they doing?"
Ariana There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
Looking at the little girl in front of him who was slightly taller than him, Ian thought of the young man he had met before, and asked Ariana with some doubts.
"There was someone just now who should be your nephew. When I met him on the road, he called you aunt. Didn't he tell you about the Dumbledore Family?"
Ian's words surprised Ariana.
"There was indeed someone who came here. He said he was a traveler, and he just asked us for a drink of water...Pandero felt that he had evil intentions, because the soul is not thirsty."
Obviously.
The information given by Ian surprised Ariana.
"My nephew?"
Her expression was very strange.
"I knew he was not a traveler!" Pandero was happy with his judgment, but he never mentioned that he thought he had bad intentions.
"I feel that he is the child of Albus. Dumbledore, an illegitimate child that cannot be said. I guess his mother may be some extremely evil Dark Wizard or something." Ian's tone is actually uncertain, but who told him not to know Aberforth but only to know Albus? Of course, he would only choose people he knows to spread rumors.
What Snape said is probably right. After being in contact with Gryffindor people for a long time, you will naturally pick up some habits.
"You may not believe it, but your brother is now a promising thief. I promise to let him see your situation. In return, he will change your family's treasury into mine."
Ian is obviously daydreaming again.
"Is that really like this?" Ariana tilted her head and was a little suspicious. She had been with Ian since he was a child, and she obviously knew Ian's character very well.
"If you write it down! Then it will be true!" Ian pulled out a table from the nearby post office and slapped the letter paper and envelopes in the suitcase on the table.
"Ian, I just died before I grew up. I'm not stupid." Of course Ariana would not write such words, which made Ian sigh in disappointment.
"I only met one of your brothers, Albus, Dumbledore... He is now the principal of our school, and your other brother is said to be herding sheep or something."
"The portraits in school told me."
Ian told all the information he knew.
"Brother Aberforth." Ariana's expression was stunned, and her eyes began to change from dazed to sober. She obviously remembered a lot of things because of this.
"Maybe I should write two letters."
She looked to Ian for help.
"Fortunately, I am a person who likes to make more preparations." Ian took out another piece of letter paper and envelope. He found that Pandero was secretly eating the snacks he brought to Ariana. Since the witch confiscated Pandero's share, he could only pretend not to see it and handed the letter paper and envelope of the second letter to Ariana.
"Actually, I don't know what to write."
Ariana held the pen with a melancholy expression, not knowing how to write for a while. Seeing this, Ian, who had already walked to sit far away, immediately came to her side again.
"You can write that Ian is a good friend. Even if Ian violates school rules, Ian is not allowed to be punished, and Dumbledore is not allowed to design Ian in any way to beat Voldemort."
"If Ian is forced to fight Voldemort, Ian must be given many, many, many benefits." Ian gave the suggestion. Of course, he was not willing to accompany Harry and Potter to work illegally next year.
Who would be a decent person willing to work as a free labor force?
"Were you a bad boy in school?" Ariana tilted his head curiously, thought about it for a while, and finally wrote down what Ian said as a good friend.
"How is this possible..." Ian smiled sarcastically, "Oh, by the way, you can also suggest that Dumbledore help me incubate Phoenix, so that I can have time to be a good student who studies seriously."
"It would be best if we could spend hundreds of millions of Galleons to support poor students in Hogwarts, such as orphans from an orphanage who have no financial resources."
Regarding Ian's unreasonable request, Ariana just helped him write the first half.
Sure enough.
It's about Galleon.
Even children know how vigilant they should be. Seeing Ariana start to write some true feelings, Ian also consciously walked in the direction of Pandero.
"This is Ariana's snack!"
Ian stole Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans from Pandero.
"I just gave you a Phoenix Egg!" Pandero protested loudly and went to grab other things, but Ian took away the entire bag of snacks.
"That's obviously an exchange!"
Ian's rebuttal was also very justified.
"Perhaps you should go earlier and capture the Dragon you promised to the castle and hand it over to my teacher, Ms. Morgan." He slightly hinted that Pandero was actually being instructed to do so. At the same time, Ian also took this opportunity to deliberately mention the identity of a witch to observe Pandero's reaction.
However, the young man was just stunned for a moment, frowned, and his eyes flickered in distress. He did not react too intensely or think of anything.
"I knew it was the witch!"
Pandero began to feel depressed - Ariana took a long time to write two letters. It seemed like a whole afternoon. She was thinking about what she should write.
Golden sunlight shines through sparse clouds.
Ian tried to learn swordsmanship from Pandero, but Pandero came up and asked him to fight. The final result was that he was disarmed by Pandero almost every time in five seconds.
"Let's try something else, Wizard's Chess, Wizard's Chess is very fun!"
Ian felt that Pandero was retaliating against him for taking the snacks, so he decisively chose to use Wizard's Chess to regain his face, but in the end he found that Pandero was even more aggressive than the chess player Hogsmeade Village.
This guy is obviously just new to this kind of game!
"No more playing!"
Another three losses in a row.
Seeing Ariana sealing the two letters, Ian quickly found an opportunity to escape. His time was indeed approaching, and he could already sense this.
"See you next week."
Ian carefully packed everything, and his figure gradually blurred - after he completely disappeared from Limbo, Pandero picked up the long sword on the ground and walked towards the slightly sentimental Ariana.
"Go on."
He handed the long sword to Ariana.
But at this time, Ariana thought of many things again, so she wiped her eyes, shook her head and chose to refuse. She obviously had no intention of continuing to practice swordsmanship.
"I think there is no point in learning swordsmanship..."
Ariana, who was somewhat outspoken in the face of obvious depression.
Pandero is not annoyed either.
He just stared at the girl in front of him, with clear eyes in his jewel-like eyes. Although he still looked like the same young man, his voice seemed to suddenly become calmer and more powerful.
"Of course it makes sense, Ariana, swordsmanship will be useful. Only when you become a Valkyrie can you be qualified to embrace the opportunity of reunion."
"Magic can't give you your destiny, I'm giving it to you."
Under the sun.
Pandero's voice is gentle and sincere.
It seems to be able to dispel the haze in everyone's heart.
"Isn't that... that vital part of yours no longer painful?" Ariana rubbed his eyes and raised his head in confusion, which probably dispelled the bright smile on Pandero's face.
"Actually, it still hurts a bit. Ian's attack was too harsh."
His expression became stiff.
There is lingering fear in my heart.
There was a faint coolness in the air, mixed with the faint sound of night wind coming from the window and the rustling of leaves in the distance. Ian woke up from a deep sleep and immediately reached for his pocket.
The warm touch made him overjoyed.
I really brought back the Phoenix Egg among the Limbo!
"My baby~"
Ian couldn't even imagine how handsome he would be with Phoenix riding around the wizarding world. He was holding an egg that glowed red at night, and the love in his heart changed from <Secrets of the Darkest Art> like a Sichuan opera.
"I will do some research on my own first and look for Dumbledore tomorrow!" Ian lost all drowsiness and dug out the works of retired senior Newt and began to search for knowledge related to Phoenix.
In front of the desk.
He read at night amid the snores of his roommates. The stars outside the window were dotted like bright gems left on black satin. Occasionally, shooting stars streaked across, leaving a short and brilliant trail.
The next day.
Ian, who had not slept all night, did not find the knowledge he wanted to find. It was not available on Origin of Bloodlines, and there is a high probability that Hogwarts's library could not find the relevant records.. After all, according to the authority on Magical Creatures, the old senior Newt said that the birth of Phoenix is a mystery recognized by the Magical Creatures circle.
Even Dumbledore didn't tell him the answer. What the old senior said in the book was that he felt that Dumbledore didn't know either, but Ian felt that senior Newt must have just not got the right relationship.
"Newt Old senior doesn't have such a thing!"
Ian picked up the two letters facing the rising sun outside the window. He included a photo in each letter. Of course, he would only choose to include the photo of the beautiful atmosphere together in the letter addressed to Albus. Dumbledore - after all, Ian doesn't know Aberforth and doesn't like to eat goat meat.
Wake up your roommates as usual.
As soon as Great Hall and Ian had not even made their own breakfast of oatmeal, bread rolls, corn flakes, kippers, eggs, bacon, toast with butter and jam, the headlines of today's newspapers in the wizarding world had already reached Ian's ears from the mouths of the talking young wizards around them.
[Shocked! According to informed sources, Ministry of Magic lost a Dementor, which may be wandering anywhere now, but our irresponsible Ministry of Magic denies this!]
Several newspapers published the news.
Both senior and junior wizards are very interested in this.
"I bet! This is not the first time! I saw Dementor in front of my house when I was a child! My mother, who doesn't know magic, insisted that I didn't understand science, and said that what I saw could only be aliens!"
"Ministry of Magic That's it. The bureaucracy is too serious. When they make mistakes, they don't know how to correct them but only cover them up. Sooner or later, the entire wizarding world will be destroyed by these garbage people!"
"Indeed, although my father is only a small official, my cellar can be filled with Galleon. He said that if he doesn't get Umbridge, the deputy minister will be fired."
"Ah? Is this what you can tell us casually?! I think instead of focusing on the corruption of Ministry of Magic, we should probably ask whether the Dementor in the Dark Demon Defense class that day is true or false..."
Seeing that William actually planned to encourage other little wizards to explore the truth, Ian hurriedly came over, frowned and retorted in a tone that seemed to be a reasonable judgment, "If a Dementor was really lost, people would definitely have died long ago. Have you seen the news about someone dying?"
Not waiting for anyone to respond.
Ian himself made the decision of Sonorus.
"No! No one died at all! So this proves that only people with ulterior motives are slandering our Ministry of Magic. Now is the time when Ministry of Magic needs our support the most!"
"Let me guess, I think it must be those Death Eaters who are determined to disrupt our harmonious wizarding society, but there are many of them working in Daily Prophet and other places!"
"Do you believe Death Eaters or Ministry of Magic?"
"Can Ministry of Magic's words be false? I don't believe it! That is an authoritative official agency. We have to choose to believe Ministry of Magic's announcement and have a little more trust in our judicial system!"
The speech full of positive energy coupled with reasonable analysis and judgment, as well as the image of Ian in the eyes of the little wizards, successfully made everyone change the topic from the loss of a Dementor to the unscrupulous newspapers - Ian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and joined in the criticism of the unscrupulous newspapers.
It seems that no one dares to mention Death Eaters.
Tom is indeed still powerful.
Ian and his two roommates finished breakfast and took <One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi> and <Magical Drafts and Potions>. He was about to apologize to Snape today for reversing what happened in the previous class. Before he could walk to the second floor with his roommates, he saw Gilderoy, Grindelwald, the teacher of the Defense Against Darkness class, guarding more than a dozen boxes.
"It's Professor Lockhart!"
Because of Dementor, the two roommates were very afraid of Grindelwald who had the face of Gilderoy. Lockhart. They and the two of them still doubted the former. Dementor is the one that Ministry of Magic lost. In fact, most young wizards who have taken that class can easily connect the lost Dementor with Gilderoy. Grindelwald.
However.
Since Ian has stood up to support Ministry of Magic, the students who have been taking Ian's Classroom will certainly not refute it. In fact, they don't really want to report their school professors.
After all, there are still seven years left.
Who knows if the little wizard who reported the professor will be punished?
"Boy, come and help me."
Gilderoy. Grindelwald saw Ian and immediately raised his hand to signal Ian. When Ian saw his two roommates, they simply slipped away from him very quickly.
"Traitor!"
There was no other way, so Ian had no choice but to step forward and say hello. Since there were many young wizards coming and going nowadays, he still called the professor Professor Lockhart.
"Levitation Charm should have learned, right? Move to the door of Forbidden Forest. I have to wait for a while before I can go there." Gilderoy. Grindelwald began to give instructions to Ian unceremoniously.
Ian thought that he only regretted that he did not learn the skills of teacher Morgan last night and just went to study egg hatching. Otherwise, he could at least be more tough in front of this professor.
"My Potions Class is about to start. Professor, you don't want your students to be late, right?" Ian can only try to use some moral kidnapping.
Never thought about it.
Gilderoy. Grindelwald just raised his eyebrows, "I think I have to grab something else in class. Who do you think it's because of? I think it's not difficult for you to decide whether Potions Class is late or Azkaban. Well, let me think about it, you probably don't want Ministry of Magic to know that the things they lost are at your place, right?"
It's obvious.
Gilderoy may care about these issues, but Grindelwald has no morals at all. He even threatened Ian regardless of his status as a professor. Gilderoy. Grindelwald didn't care about the loss of Dementor, but he seemed to enjoy using this matter to threaten Ian.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. I don't know what you are talking about. I am just happy to help professors who need help." Ian regarded this as the price to pay for the acquisition of Dementor.
Under the smiling gaze of Gilderoy. Grindelwald, he used Shrinking Charm to shrink all the boxes, and then ran towards the basement with the small boxes in a hurry.
According to the display of the self-made Marauder's Map, there is a secret passage here that can directly lead to Forbidden Forest. Only his own map can reveal the secret passage information.
It's not selfish either.
Ian just doesn't want someone to die because of venturing out in the remaining seven years, and then he has to see a little ghost following him every day for seven years in Hogwarts, staring at him resentfully.
"He clearly doesn't need help from others!"
Ian threw the box at the door of Forbidden Forest and went back to the secret passage in the big tree. Of course he would not believe that Gilderoy. Grindelwald was really in such a hurry that someone needed to deliver the box to Forbidden Forest in advance.
Maybe he just wanted to make Ian late. The thoughts of a bad man are sometimes harder to figure out than a bad woman. In short, Ian became the late student on Potions Class as expected.
Fortunately, Potions Class's door was not closed as before. As soon as he approached the door, Ian heard Snape describing a formula for Potions in the classroom.
"I'm sorry for being late this time, my beloved Professor Snape." Of course Ian knew very well that he couldn't sneak in, so he could only step into the door and activate the auspicious words mode.
"Prince, among this year's little wizards, you are the first one who dares to be late." Snape looked a little bruised, but this did not affect his angry glare at Ian.
"Are you arrogant enough to think that you can learn to cook Potions without going to class, or have you already saved Hogwarts like you often talk nonsense without us knowing?" The familiar sarcasm actually has no power, and no one even at Slytherin dared to laugh along.
"It's my fault! I'm so ashamed!" Ian didn't even think about defending, and bowed ninety degrees. In front of all the little wizards, Snape really had no choice to continue to lose his temper.
"Go back to your classmates, Ravenclaw will deduct five points because of you." He just said coldly, then raised his hand and closed the classroom door directly.
Ian immediately ran to Aurora in a low-key manner.
"It's all your grandfather's fault!"
He only dared to complain to Aurora about his experience. After all, if Snape went to Grindelwald because of his tardiness, God knows how Grindelwald would deal with the venomous Snape.
"He said he was going to catch some Centaur, did he take you with him?" Aurora obviously also had some exchanges with his grandfather on weekdays.
"Hiss~"
Ian obviously underestimated the courage of Grindelwald.
Before he could continue whispering to Aurora, Snape glared over with dissatisfaction. He could only close his mouth and listen carefully to Snape's lecture.
Perhaps because Ian was late, or perhaps because of the soulful potion that Ian had in the previous class, Snape was obviously extremely targeted at Ian in this class. Before Ian came to the classroom, Snape had already talked about a lot of content, and he used these contents to assess various knowledge points.
Fortunately, Ian was not troubled.
Just.
The old bat did not give up.
"Prince!" After Snape finished describing the content of this class, he did not immediately ask everyone to cook Potions. Instead, he suddenly snorted and asked Ian a question.
"What can salamander blood be used for?" This is obviously not a first-year wizard's learning content, but Snape asked it in such an understatement.
"Increase the spiciness of the soup pot."
Ian blinked.
His answer made Aurora look at him in astonishment. The other little wizards in the classroom were also not expecting this. Of course, there were also some little wizards with bright eyes as if they had learned new knowledge.
"Prince, do you think you are very humorous? I'm asking about its function on Potions!" Snape looked at Cleansweep and everyone in the classroom fell silent.
"It is the main component of Strengthening Solution. Strengthening Solution can be used to increase the effects of other pharmaceuticals... In fact, there is no essential difference from what I said."
Ian's words made Snape a little speechless.
"Next question, tell me what kind of Potions can be made from daisy roots, fig peels, caterpillars, a small drop of leech juice and mouse spleen."
Snape immediately switched to the next inquiry, which was also about content that he had not studied yet. He was probably checking whether Ian had carefully studied the notebook he gave him.
"Shrinking Solution, also known as Rejuvenation Potion, can make people or animals look like they were when they were children. It only takes a few drops to take effect. For example, a frog can turn back into a tadpole."
Ian gave the answer honestly.
Snape nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good, continue. If a person suffers from the petrification effect, what Potions should you use to rescue him." Snape's posture seemed to be difficult for Ian.
"Mandrake Restorative Draught can remove petrification."
Ian sighed tiredly.
However, Snape obviously has no intention of letting him go.
"If I want you to find some Sneezewort, where should you look for it?" This question may not be tricky, but it obviously touches on Ian's knowledge blind spot.
He did not study this part of <One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi> too deeply. After all, he only needed to know where to buy many herbs.
"Forbidden Forest?"
Ian said uncertainly, "Maybe it's your office, professor. I think if you are in a hurry to use it, I will be able to find some in your office."
What a simple and honest answer.
The students Ravenclaw and Slytherin couldn't help laughing. But after seeing Snape's vicious expression, they immediately lowered their heads and suppressed their laughter.
"Why haven't you written down this knowledge yet? Is it because your brains can't accommodate it?" Snape scolded, causing a series of notes to be heard in the classroom.
"Because of your glib talk and nonsense, Ravenclaw can only gain three points for this. If you cannot correct your attitude, you Ravenclaw will lose a lot of points!"
Snape turned around again and gave Ian a severe warning. The class continued, and practice began. Ian's Potions was, not surprisingly, the best bottle in the class.
The finished product of Aurora has even been left far behind. This makes Snape add another five points to Ravenclaw. When correcting some minor problems of Ian, he did not dare to mention the matter of soul Potions.
"Let's go see your grandfather capture Centaur!"
After class.
Ian originally wanted to take Aurora to Forbidden Forest, but unexpectedly Aurora was not very interested in Centaur, so she went to Hospital Wing, I don't know if the hot pot last night caused some unspeakable trauma. If I were alone, Ian would not be willing to go to Forbidden Forest to find Grindelwald.
He chose to go straight to Room of Requirement after lunch.
"A Potions refining classroom that belongs to me!"
With a slight fluctuation of magic, an ancient and exquisite door slowly opened, revealing a spacious and mysterious Potions refining classroom.
Different from the one at Snape, this classroom seems to have been forgotten by time. It is ancient and spacious. Portraits of Potions masters from all over the world are hung on the surrounding walls. They may be serious or kind, and they all seem to be watching Ian silently. There is a huge stone workbench in the center of the classroom, but there is no Potions that can be used.
"Hey, that's true."
Ian looked at the map, Snape left Hogwarts after class, so he decided to practice what he said, and returned to the After class, the classroom on the second floor was already deserted. Returning to Room of Requirement with a pile of materials, Ian took out the fragment of the dress that recorded the formula of Potions.
"If I guess correctly, according to Teacher Morgan's usual teaching style, there should be other knowledge hidden in this prank-like formula."
Ian discovered that the processing of many materials in this formula may not be complicated, but it is extremely time-consuming. After thinking about it for a while, he asked Room of Requirement to reveal what he had hidden.
In the huge iron cage, Dementor, who seemed to be autistic, was curled up inside. It felt its cage being opened, and then a warm hand pulled it out.
Dementor is blind. It only knows that it has been released and there is a living person in front of it. The instinct of hunger drives Dementor to catch the little wizard and absorb the happiness and soul.
Human soul emotions are the most active, which is Dementor's favorite, and the little wizard's emotions are even more delicious. Dementor can't wait to take a good supplement.
However.
"You have to grind these things for me! Just use this thing to press it up and roll it back and forth repeatedly!" Ian directly dragged the huge Dementor to the production table.
"Don't mess it up, or I'll stuff you into Ravenclaw's cesspit!" His voice was very serious and serious. In fact, Dementor has never been able to understand the language of living creatures.
Threat?
It means nothing to Dementors.
At least until today... that was the case.
Just after Ian finished speaking, Dementor, who was still hungry, seemed to have forcibly twisted himself in mid-air and flew towards the table where the materials were processed.
Dementor really started grinding honestly.
It didn't know what was going on with it, but the childish voice kept echoing in its mind very clearly, and the power beyond the mortal world bound it to the verbal command.
Irresistible.
Hard to violate.
Like a king...
(End of chapter)