After class, Ian waved to the three students to stay.
They are Cedric Diggory, and the twins of Weasley family - Fred and George.
"Brothers Diggory, Weasley," Ian looked at them with a calm tone, "Do you still remember the alchemy books and magic props I gave you last summer? How did you use them?"
"Very good, professor." Cedric replied immediately, with a hint of excitement in his expression, "I have been practicing throughout the summer vacation, and kept trying until I can clearly perceive and master my own Magic Core. In addition, my father asked me to convey his gratitude - he said it was an extremely precious gift."
Ian nodded slightly and turned his eyes to the twins.
The two brothers looked strange, as if they had done something wrong.
"What about you? You haven't practiced?"
"Oh, no, we practiced!" the two said in unison.
"Then why do you look guilty?" Ian raised his eyebrows.
"Well... I really didn't practice at the beginning." Fred scratched his head, "Because it was too boring."
"Later--" George continued, "--later Percy sneaked into our room and found those books and alchemy tools, and then told his parents."
"Only after mom saw those things did she realize how precious they are." Fred smiled bitterly, "She was very grateful to you, and then - she forced us to practice every day."
"Professor, it was really difficult and boring," George added, "But we did it in the end - we successfully sensed the magic and the core."
Ian nodded, looking somewhat satisfied.
"Very good. But this doesn't explain your current expressions. If you have something to say, just say it."
Fred and George looked at each other, and finally the former spoke.
"Professor... actually it's like this--"
"Mom would like to ask if Ginny can also use those books and alchemy tools -" George quickly added, "And Ron! Both of our younger brothers and sisters want to give it a try."
"Even dad wants to learn some basic things." Fred grinned, seeming a little embarrassed.
Ian After listening, I roughly understood what happened.
Molly·Weasley was probably worried that these books and props only belonged to the twins and they did not dare to let their family members use them without permission, so they specifically asked them to ask.
Judging from Cedric's expression, his father may have the same concerns.
"Since it's something I gave away," Ian said calmly, "Then it belongs to you. It's up to you to decide how to use it."
The three of them looked shocked, and then saluted at the same time.
"Thank you, Professor!"
Ian smiled slightly and said nothing more.
He took out two new books from the table and handed them to them.
"Before you leave, take these two books. The content is more in-depth than what you have, and it will be helpful for your next study."
The three of them took the book, and as soon as they opened it, spiritual light flowed into their minds, and the information spread like water waves.
They respectfully thanked him again and then left.
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On the other side, in the corridor.
Harry, Ron and Hermione are walking side by side to the classroom.
"Hermione, why didn't Potions Class see you today?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Didn't I tell you? My class schedule has been adjusted. I want to take Alchemy Class as an elective." Hermione answered as he walked.
"Alchemy Class? Isn't that a class only offered to the third grade?" Ron exclaimed.
"I have told you a long time ago that I have obtained permission to study in advance." Hermione frowned slightly, "Can't you just listen to one more word from me?"
The two looked at each other, smiled, and scratched their heads.
In order to change the subject, Harry quickly said, "A strange thing happened in our class today."
"Yes," Ron agreed, "Snape has a different attitude towards Harry."
"It's different?" Hermione looked at him doubtfully.
"He doesn't trouble me anymore." Harry shrugged, "Strictly speaking, that's a kind of 'friendliness'."
"In my opinion, that is already a miracle." Ron muttered.
"Hermione, do you remember that I mentioned that Snape came to my house during the holidays?" Harry said suddenly.
Hermione nodded. "You said that he went to find your aunt and uncle?"
"Yes, he forced them to change my room and threatened to turn them into toads if they abused me again."
"No wonder you gained a lot of weight at the beginning of this semester." Ron interjected with a smile.
Harry rolled his eyes at him and continued, "But I think Snape must have other plans, but I haven't figured it out yet."
"It's indeed a bit abnormal that he suddenly treats you so well." Hermione said thoughtfully.
The three of them walked to the door of the classroom and the conversation came to an end for the time being.
A few hours later, they finished class and Ron complained as soon as they left the house:
"Oh my god, that class was a mess!"
"Why would the school invite people like Lockhart to teach?" Hermione said angrily.
Ron smiled evilly, "I thought you were his number one fan."
"That was before I discovered that he couldn't cast spells at all!" Hermione glared at him fiercely.
The three of them walked towards the lounge while noisy and laughing.
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In the evening, Ian was correcting homework in the office when a letter suddenly floated into the window.
The envelope is stamped with the school badge of Hogwarts.
He opened the letter and glanced at it, his expression unchanged, then got up, packed his things, and headed to Headmaster's Office.
"Chirp--"Fawkes saw him and immediately spread his wings Accio.
Ian stretched out his hand to stroke its feathers, teased it casually a few times, and then sat down at Dumbledore's signal.
"What's the matter with you looking for me?"
"You always like to go straight to the point." Dumbledore smiled, "Then I won't beat around the bush.
I know that the Invisibility Cloak you gave to Harry Potter is not the real one, and I hope you can return it to the original."
Ian looked as usual. "I'm afraid not."
Dumbledore's smile faltered slightly, "Can you tell me the reason?"
"I recently had a brief conflict with 'death' itself." Ian's tone was terrifyingly calm,
"In order to avoid His gaze, I must use the power of Deathly Hallows."
Dumbledore heard this, his eyes changed slightly.
As someone who once owned two Deathly Hallowss at the same time, he knows best the temptation that comes from the depths of fate -
The kind of obsession that makes people want to "complete them" involuntarily.
"Is there no other way?"
"I'm afraid not." Ian replied calmly, then changed his tone,
"But I can make it up to Harry Potter--in another way."
"Compensation?" Dumbledore frowned slightly.
Ian's gaze moved slightly upward, landing on the top of the principal's forehead.
"Professor Dumbledore, haven't you always suspected that Voldemort is not completely dead?
I also suspect that the scar on Harry's head is not just a scar?"
Dumbledore's heart was shocked, and his fingers gently rubbed the tabletop.
"What on earth do you want to say?"
"Voldemort uses Horcrux to extend its life." Ian said lightly, "And Harry Potter is an unexpectedly born Horcrux."
The air suddenly solidified.
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, took out a lemon candy, put it in his mouth, his eyes darkened slightly.
"Are you sure this is true?"
"I don't need to make this up." Ian said calmly, "
As compensation, I can completely remove the soul fragments Voldemort left in Harry's body."
Dumbledore fell into deep thought for a long time, and the candlelight reflected in his deep-set eyes.
After a long time, he whispered, "I need time to think about it."
"No problem." Ian stood up, his expression unchanged, "
By the way, I would like to remind you that it is best to replace the Dark Magic defense class teacher as soon as possible.
Mr. Lockhart is not qualified."
"I have my own considerations." Dumbledore smiled slightly.
"I understand that you may want to use this 'incompetent example' to give students some philosophical lessons,"
Ian said lightly, "But it's not worth wasting a whole year's learning opportunity for students.
This is not a suggestion, but an official requirement as a member of Hogwarts Board of Governors.
You have one month to change teachers, otherwise the board of directors will intervene in school management."
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving only one sentence:
"See you at dinner, principal."
The candlelight swayed and Fawkes chirped softly.
Dumbledore looked at the door with deep eyes.
At that moment, he seemed to see the gears of fate turning silently.
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