Ian's office is filled with a light herbal fragrance.
At this moment, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Snape and Flitwick are all present, with nervousness and expectation in their expressions.
The young man in front of him - Harry Potter - was looking at them blankly, obviously not understanding why he was called by several professors at the same time.
Dumbledore looked at Ian: "Is there going to be a problem?"
"Other than a little pain, it shouldn't happen." Ian replied calmly.
Professor McGonagall frowned. "'should'?"
Ian raised the corner of his mouth slightly. "After all, we are dealing with souls, and no one can give a 100% guarantee."
He raised his wand and pointed it at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, paused for a moment, and then said softly, "Okay, I lie to you, this will hurt."
As he finished speaking, a ray of white light shot out from the tip of the wand and hit Harry's forehead.
The next moment, Ian's consciousness was pulled into a white space.
There was nothing around, and the silence was suffocating.
He immediately understood - this is Soul Space, a dimension that exists inside the human body and accommodates the soul.
The pure white scene is the manifestation of the defense of the soul Self.
The soul is the most fragile and precious part, and most people know nothing about it, so their subconscious will build this "blank protective layer" on their own.
Ian waved the magic wand, and the space suddenly changed.
The whiteness faded, and he appeared in a warm room.
The fireplace is crackling, there is a birthday cake on the table, and Harry is laughing and talking with his parents.
Ian watched that scene with soft eyes.
He knew clearly that those were not the real James and Lily, but the phantom that Harry longed for most deep in his soul.
He did not interrupt, but silently cast spells and began to search for foreign objects hidden in his soul.
Soon, his wand stopped in front of a dark cabin.
The door was pushed open, and an ugly and twisted baby was huddled in the corner, with skin like ashes and a blurred face.
That is the remaining soul fragment of Voldemort.
Ian did not hesitate, waved the wand lightly, and the silver chain instantly wrapped around it.
The soul fragments struggled violently, and the roar made Soul Space start to tremble.
--In the real world, Harry let out a scream, his body twitched violently, and the scar on his forehead glowed.
Dumbledore quickly supported him, Snape raised his hand and used Silencing Charm to avoid disturbing the students.
Five minutes later, the painful shouts finally stopped.
Ian opened his eyes, and a faint white light flew out of Harry's body.
He quickly took out a transparent diamond and collected the light inside.
Snape checked Harry's condition and said solemnly, "He's still alive. He just fainted from pain."
Then he drank a bottle of potion.
Dumbledore said, "Where are the other Horcrux?"
"They are all in a safe place." Ian replied calmly.
He thought for a while and then said, "Let's solve another problem now."
Several professors looked at each other and had no choice but to follow.
They came all the way to the door of Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Ian took out the diamond containing the soul of Voldemort and recited a string of ancient spells.
A stream of green light overflowed from the diamond and seeped into the ground.
In an instant, the entire Hogwarts seemed to come alive.
The ancient walls emitted a low hum, and the air was filled with fluctuations of spiritual power.
Dumbledore's expression showed obvious surprise for the first time.
He knew that as the principal, he had a subtle connection with Hogwarts itself--
But at this moment, that relationship is being taken over by Ian.
A few seconds later, Ian cast a second spell.
Dark mist surged out of the classroom, twisting and churning, carrying an aura of decay and resentment.
That was the curse left by Voldemort during his lifetime - Dark Magic defense class teacher could not serve for more than one year.
Ian stretched out his hand, sealed the black mist into a silver teapot, and sealed it.
Everything returned to calm.
Flitwick ke's eyes widened. "You... lifted the curse?"
Ian nodded. "Just return the due order to Hogwarts."
Dumbledore fell silent.
Of course he understands the principle - that is the control of the castle by the Slytherin bloodline.
Voldemort paid the price of his own soul in exchange for the curse of this position.
Now, Ian used that soul to take over control again.
He said softly, "What a terrible efficiency."
--
London under the night.
In a secret alleyway, hundreds of Werewolf gathered.
They were tall and tall, with sinister eyes, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and wildness.
Suddenly, a space fluctuation flashed through.
Ian appeared in the center of the alley, and the stone bricks under his feet were gently shaken by magic power.
"Tonight," his voice was steady but clear, "You have a chance to change your destiny."
He raised his hand, and two bottles of potion appeared in the air - one blue and one red.
"The blue potion allows you to freely control your transformation, and it will no longer infect others if you bite it.
With just one dose, you can get rid of your fear and regain your normal life.
As long as you register at Ministry of Magic, you can get it for free."
Werewolf There was a low discussion in the group.
"The red potion," Ian continued, "has different effects. After taking it, you can not only control the transformation, but also 'evolve'--
You will gain a half-human, half-wolf form, three times stronger than normal humans, invulnerable, and able to use wands and magic.
But the price is - give your soul and will to me, and obey my orders forever."
The air suddenly solidified.
Werewolf looked at each other, greed and fear intertwined in their eyes.
Suddenly, a figure rushed out.
That is Fenrir·Greyback, the most vicious leader Werewolf.
He pounced on Ian, his eyes full of madness and desire.
However, as soon as he stepped onto the podium, the ground turned into countless magic-patterned chains, tightly binding him.
Ian looked indifferent, raised his hand and sucked slightly.
Fenrir's body instantly withered, his flesh and blood shriveled, and his soul turned into a white light and was sucked into Ian's body.
Silence.
All Werewolf Hold your breath.
Ian slowly raised his head and said calmly, "Now, you can choose."
Most Werewolf chose the red potion--
They have long been accustomed to darkness and understand that strength means survival.
The remaining small part, tremblingly chooses the blue potion.
Ian didn't stop them, he just asked them to sign the contract and handed them the voucher to go to Ministry of Magic to collect the medicine.
--
Late at night, Dumbledore was sitting at the desk in the office, candlelight flickering.
He was silent for a long time after reading the letter from Ian.
Finally, he murmured softly:
"So, you finally stop hiding your ambitions."
He put down the letter, took out his quill, and started writing letters to the members of Order of the Phoenix.
The ink is still wet, and the candlelight is flickering.
The wind sounded like a sigh, seeming to respond to that whisper -
"The real chess game has just begun."
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