Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 115 114: He will kill us! Unexpected news!

The weather during the rainy season is always unpredictable.

Although Ian stayed in the hazy fantasy for half a day and the time in the human world did not move forward too much, it was raining heavily outside when he returned to the Ravenclaw common room.

There was a thunderstorm, and lightning and thunder formed a web of light and shadow in the sky. Every time lightning flashed across the night sky, it was like an angry beast opening its ferocious mouth and roaring angrily. In the midst of the strong wind, huge raindrops hit the ancient window glass of Hogwarts like angry stones, making a crackling sound.

The rain is like a curtain.

It seems as if streams of water are gathering on the glass, slowly sliding down the ancient glass, leaving winding traces and outlining flowing paintings. They blur the world outside the window, making the scenery outside hazy and distant - the flames burning in the fireplace seem to participate in this late-night symphony.

"I hope it will continue to rain tomorrow so I don't have to go out for flying lessons." Ian was no longer sleepy after his return. He was like a student praying for a power outage in school before evening study. He leaned in front of the window that was constantly seeping in with cold air, staring at the scene outside where lightning flashed between the strong wind and heavy rain.

"Bang~Bang~"

This was not the noise coming in from outside the window, but the sound of Ian playing with a few dark stones in his hand. After Rowena Ravenclaw gave him a stone from near the volcano, he stuffed his robe pockets full for fear of damage when imitating the Resurrection Stone.

Anyway, these are things that can be found everywhere near the volcano, and even if a few more trucks are brought back, it will not affect the ecology there. Ian did not directly fill up his money bag that was full of expansion spells, which can be regarded as having some confidence in his alchemy. After all, he only needs a few days to upgrade this subject to level five.

To be honest, as a very complex subject covering many fields, alchemy's improvement speed is much slower than most magic. Ian's current improvement speed is already very fast, thanks to the Hufflepuff Golden House opening itself to Ian to learn.

"By anchoring a specific target, I can use an incomplete Patronus Charm... What the Ravenclaw ancestor meant should be that before my magic attempts to condense the projection of the Blurred Vision, I should first condense a soul in the Blurred Vision. In this way, I don't have to cast a complete Patronus Charm to bear the burden of the entire Blurred Vision."

Ian stood in front of the window, thinking about something. He took out a piece of hazy stone in his hand, took out the magic wand that had returned to him and tried to change its shape.

Poke ball?
It's not like you're going to the misty fantasy world to catch Meng Kebao.

Guanyin’s golden hoop?

He also didn't want to catch a monkey to be his patron saint.

"I remember that Pandro still owes Teacher Morgan the soul of a dragon..." Ian turned the stone into the shape of a golden hoop, which did not look like it could be put on the giant's horn.

"Giant dragons are cool, but for the Patronus Charm, the larger the Patronus, the more limited its practicality. I remember Grindelwald despised the dragon Patronus."

"The contempt of our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is obviously not without reason." Ian stared at the black stone floating in the air. He used his magic wand to control the stone in front of him to change again.

The stone returned to its original shape.

It was obvious that Ian hadn't figured out how to use them yet.

"I wonder if choosing someone to be my patron saint is a feasible solution? If it is feasible, the best option is of course to pray for Mr. Morgan to come out and help me."

"Not only that, since my Patronus is an area of ​​the Twilight Realm itself, then the souls that my mutated Patronus Charm can anchor are obviously not limited to just one."

"Flowers, grasses, birds of prey, and swallows. When I was overwhelmed, I saw many creatures in a hazy fantasy. This is obviously the special feature of my Patronus Charm."

"If I anchor multiple souls at the same time, I can probably allow multiple souls to enter the human world as guardian gods. Ha, isn't this a loophole method comparable to the original effect of the Resurrection Stone?"

"The God of Death mentioned by the Ravenclaw ancestor must be pissed off by me." Ian took out the original resurrection stone ring again, but Tom's incomplete soul was no longer attached to it.

It was unknown whether it was Ravenclaw's doing it casually or the effect of walking in the hazy illusion where "magic power was not allowed", but the evil curse that Tom had cast on it was now gone. Of course, even so, Ian still didn't dare to wear the ring on his hand.

According to Ravenclaw's repeated reminders, as long as the Deathly Hallows are used, one will be forced to sign a contract with Death, and as the embodiment of some kind of rules, Death's name does not sound like a good god.

“Who knows if he’s a petty person or not. Now that he knows I’ve exploited a loophole in the rules of the two worlds, he might take revenge on me crazily.” Ian’s few signs of caution were very obvious at this moment.

This was probably thanks to some movies he had watched in his previous life.

Ordinary objects and scenes in daily life can instantly become deadly weapons, the stairs in Hogwarts may suddenly malfunction and fall, and simple magic can inexplicably cause a nuclear explosion on the spot.

These are the things that the Grim Reaper might have done that popped up in Ian's mind at this moment.

It is better to be safe than sorry. He doesn't want to encounter various accidents when he goes out, and a large number of fatal incidents will happen one after another like dominoes.

"From what the Ravenclaw ancestors said, there is a war going on between the gods in the world of the dead. As long as I don't commit suicide, the god of death will definitely not have time to care about me."

"I have now found a solution to the Patronus Charm. The difficulty lies in finding the alchemical formula on the Resurrection Stone that can anchor a specific soul." Ian played with the Resurrection Stone ring in his hand again and again, and began to reshape the illusion black stone he brought back in accordance with the Resurrection Stone on it.

I saw.

As he waved his wand, an invisible force was like a pair of giant hands. The seemingly hard stones in front of him revealed unprecedented fragility under the touch of magic.

Pieces of stone the size of a little finger were "pushed" down, and then their shapes were corrected under the influence of magic, becoming individuals that looked almost exactly like the Resurrection Stone.

Faint lines gradually appeared on the surface of the stone. These lines seemed to be endowed with life. They slowly moved and intertwined, and finally froze into an ancient and mysterious pattern - the symbol of the Resurrection Stone.

"Dang~"

Ian used his other hand with some pain to throw several gold Galleon coins like marbles. When they flew in the air, they turned into the shape of flowing water according to Ian's will, and finally wrapped around the transformed stones, and took shape into one "Resurrection Stone" ring after another.

of course.

They were all just for show, artifacts without any magical power. Ian's idea was that if he failed to successfully intercept the alchemical formula he needed, he would try to replicate all the details of the Resurrection Stone one-to-one and create a batch of outright counterfeit "Resurrection Stone Rings."

Maybe this will also allow him to obtain the "anchor" he wants?
"Anyway, this knockoff is definitely no longer the god of death's thing. I just don't know if the creation I copied still has the power and properties that the Resurrection Stone should have."

Of course Ian knew that this was a fantasy plan.

It's like Nuwa creating human beings. With one whip, Nuwa could whip the clay into human beings. But if other people whip the clay with a whip, at most they could just make a bunch of weird clay sculptures.

In the same way, the alchemical inscriptions on the Resurrection Stone may only be given power by the God of Death. If so, even if Ian analyzed the mystery, it would be difficult for him to use it himself.

"Ms. Ravenclaw has given me a big problem... No matter what, I have to try all kinds of methods. This is not only for the Patronus Charm but also for my alchemy." Ian watched the formed rings fall into his hands. The seven rings were exactly the same as the Resurrection Stone Rings and had the same mysterious color.

He felt that in addition to seeking the consent of Mr. Morgan, Ariana could also be anchored by him. After all, Ariana died early, and if the poor girl was willing to return to the human world, it would be considered a good thing done by Ian, which could make up for the regret of Ariana's early death and let her see this prosperous human world again.

"If Ariana is the patronus, she is actually quite strong. In some ways, she might be stronger than Mr. Morgan. Summoning Ariana is almost equivalent to summoning Dumbledore who knows magic." Ian felt that with Ariana's help, he would be able to get Dumbledore to use Vulcan to boil water for him to wash his feet.

What a wonderful enjoyment this must be.

"I actually wanted to bully an old man. Aurora was right. I was too mean!" It seemed like the first day Ian discovered this obvious thing.

He put the seven fake resurrection stone rings and the genuine ring into his purse, and took out Slytherin's locket to study its alchemical structure and craftsmanship. After all, it was a creation of Salazar Slytherin used with the resurrection stone, and it must contain some knowledge about "anchoring".

"This is the structure and alchemy that humans can understand!" Ian carefully uncovered the surface of the pendant box, and sure enough, he found the alchemical traces hidden between the textures underneath.

The method used was ancient alchemy, but Ian's major was ancient alchemy, and he also wanted to try to research what he needed on his own.

If possible.

Why should we learn from the ghost-painted resurrection stone?
"Tick, tick, tick~"

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the warm lounge, Ian also took out the fragments of Morgan Witch's dress and studied it with reference to the knowledge on it. He worked late into the night at the table in front of the fireplace to study.

outside the window.

The cold temperatures have dropped to below zero.

The rain is still heavy.

Lightning flashed through the dark clouds like a sharp silver sword, illuminating the world as bright as day from time to time. In that brief light, the outline of the Forbidden Forest loomed in the rain and fog, like a sleeping giant beast crawling slightly, and it seemed as if countless pairs of hidden eyes were spying on the tranquility of Hogwarts.

At this time when most people are asleep.

Every time lightning flashes across the night sky and illuminates Hogwarts, it actually illuminates some unknown corners deep in the Forbidden Forest. The secrets hidden by the ancient trees have nowhere to hide under the lightning.

"It disappeared. Just like last time, I lost contact with two Horcruxes again."

The sound of rain was mixed with a low roar.

The dark soul attached to the living creature was roaring angrily in the rainstorm. It looked at the castle in the distance with resentment, and its low voice full of hatred echoed in the forbidden forest washed by the rainstorm.

"Dumbledore! Are you forcing me?"

Holy blood.

Into its mouth.

"Then it's as you wish! Let's fight!"

The lingering soul seemed to have made some kind of resolution.

……

The sun rises in the east.

Just as Ian wished, the rainstorm lasted all night and extended into the next morning. Countless little wizards who were looking forward to flying were forced to accept theoretical teaching of indoor flying lessons.

Since everyone started to get up, Ian saw many dejected little wizards one after another. Their interest in controlling flying brooms was almost equivalent to the desire of Muggle students for physical education. Of course, perhaps for older Muggle students, the interest of little wizards should be compared to computer classes.

The rain was not only hitting the eaves and windows, but also hitting the hearts of the little wizards who were eager to spin in the sky. Ian was probably the only exception who was excited about this.

"Oh my God! This damn weather! It's so disrespectful to us!" Of course, on the surface, Ian still integrated into the group of complaining little wizards with very high emotional intelligence.

To this day, no one has discovered that it was he who taught the Bronze Eagle Head those complicated questions, and it was all thanks to Ian's excellent acting skills that allowed him to hide among the crowd.

The burden of hunting down the "evil instigator" was even entrusted by the young wizards to their young professor, which shows how successfully Ian integrated into the masses.

This may eventually become an unsolved unsolved case, and a "stain" on Ian's personal ability that cannot be ignored during his student career. He has decided that when he writes his biography in the future, he will bring it up to express his regret, criticizing the school for hiding a pervert whom he cannot find even with his ability.

"Why doesn't Madam Hooch teach us how to fly in a rainstorm? I think this must be practical knowledge." A little Ravenclaw wizard was warming himself by the fireplace early in the morning.

Even though everyone sealed the doors and windows at night and stuffed the twins' damn portable stoves under their quilts, that little gadget could only provide a little bit of heat.

It can't solve the problem of cold hands and feet of the little wizards after getting up.

"I think they're afraid that we'll be struck by lightning, which is a fatal thing." William was different from others. When he walked out of the dormitory, there was even a rosy glow on his face.

I guess this guy wouldn't feel cold at night even if there was a snowstorm. After all, William was the only one in the school who could use the heated shorts that Ian hadn't sold as an electric blanket.

The rosy complexion is because he still wears one on his head when he sleeps. It is comfortable and warm. In his words, it can also prevent him from drooling at night.

"All we have to do is fly faster than lightning, right?" The Chocolate Frog Boy was chewing a piece of Chocolate Frog. He had already contributed dozens of boxes of Chocolate Frog sets to Ian.

God knows how many more boxes this guy can pull out of his dorm room.

"You are such an idiot." Michael swallowed his saliva greedily and said in a critical tone, "How can we wizards fly faster than lightning? Hasn't the door knocker asked you about the speed of lightning? The fastest flying broom in the world can't reach that speed!"

"If you ask me, when we fly in the wild during a rainstorm, we have to stick a lightning rod invented by Muggles above our heads." Michael gave his flying advice with confidence.

Ian, who was still thinking about the Resurrection Stone, couldn't help but look back at the real God of Death of Hogwarts. Some children from pure-blood families actually nodded thoughtfully!

"I don't think that's how lightning rods are used..." Fortunately, a young wizard from a Muggle family stood up and refuted it, which made Ian retract his gaze from Michael.

He was packing up the books he had found on the bookshelf in the common room last night. There weren't many useful things, and he didn't even quite understand the alchemical writing on Slytherin's locket.

Unlike Hufflepuff, who is willing to share, and Ravenclaw, who is good at teaching, Ian only saw the most profound and showy techniques in Slytherin's creations.

"Ah? Aren't lightning rods used to avoid lightning?" Michael obviously didn't have a deep understanding of the Muggle world. This is actually a common problem for most people from wizarding families.

This was probably the result of the wizarding world's isolation. If the bronze door knocker hadn't started asking some physics and math questions, they might not have known that the speed of lightning was hundreds of thousands of meters per second.

"Of course, my father is an architect. He only knows how to install lightning rods on the roofs of tall buildings." The Muggle-born child showed off his authoritative background.

Subsequently.

He then gave his own suggestion, "So, according to my father's method, we should install lightning rods on our flying brooms."

"Look, the space behind the butt is perfect for installing a lightning rod." The first-grade wizard even drew a picture for other little wizards in public.

His painting skills are very good, worthy of being the descendant of an engineer. However, this popular science stuff... Before Ian could step forward, Qiu Zhang came up curiously and spoke with some doubt.

"Why can't you avoid riding a flying broom in a rainstorm? We wizards can learn to Apparate. There is no need to ride a flying broom in that kind of weather, right?"

Her doubts made sense.

However, the little wizards all shook their heads.

“You don’t understand. This is faith.”

This group of guys continued to discuss enthusiastically about how to modify the flying broom. Their enthusiasm was totally incomprehensible to Qiu Zhang, and it was also difficult for the other little witches to understand.

"I invented a lightning ball that can be thrown out when encountering lightning." Even the senior male wizards joined in the discussion.

This person was the sixth-grade Ravenclaw Quidditch captain. When he took out a bunch of small black balls, it immediately caused exclamations and admiration from other young wizards.

The boy, who was almost an adult, was so happy that he said that it was all thanks to the help of the alchemy professor, but the smile on his face could not hide the pride in his heart.

"What a bunch of childish guys!"

Ian, Qiu Zhang and several other young wizards went to the auditorium to have breakfast.
"If we invent a lightning rod that can charge a broom and make it accelerate explosively, can we sell it?" Ian's sudden creative idea left Qiu Zhang speechless.

"I think you should ask those people just now?" The little Ravenclaw witch found that the boy next to her seemed to want to raise his hand to grab the long braids of the little girl in front of him.

She really couldn't hold it back any longer.

Perhaps the group discussing flying brooms are more mature?
"Daphne!"

Ian caught an old acquaintance in front of the auditorium and ran over, leaving his good friend Qiu Zhang behind. Daphne Greengrass, who had her back to them, trembled all over when she heard Ian's voice.

Want to run.

But Ian stopped her. "I've praised you three times to my classmates today! Don't come and cause trouble for me again!" Daphne Greengrass said the softest words in the toughest voice.

"When has it not been your people who have caused trouble for me? Have you ever seen a little wizard who is more cautious than me?" Ian felt that the little Slytherin witch in front of him must be prejudiced against him.

"..."

Daphne Greengrass was at a loss for words. "My family has taught me a lesson, and I have apologized to you. Isn't this enough to satisfy you?"

She grabbed her friend who was trying to escape, as if she was afraid that Ian would use the "Evaporation Spell" on her. That time, Ian's spell had completely frightened her and many other witnesses.

"I just want to get the compensation that I deserve. Dumbledore said that your family has agreed to it. But it's been so many days, and I still haven't seen any comfort for my mental trauma!" Ian has always been thinking about the compensation from the pure-blood families, but he just doesn't want to urge Dumbledore every few days.

"I...I don't know..."

Daphne Greengrass really wanted to say that she was the one who was hurt, but she didn't have the courage. She was still worried that Ian would go and complain about what happened on the boat.

This guy is not only powerful, but also has the support of Snape and Dumbledore. If she had known this would be the case, she would rather offend Aurora, who has autism, than offend this guy.

The three words "Mudblood".

It seems to have become a psychological shadow in Daphne Greengrass's life.

"That's all I have."

Looking at the little wizard who was even shorter than herself and had just started to grow rapidly, Daphne Greengrass tremblingly took out her exquisite purse.

She made Ian feel like a bandit on a spree.

"I'm not the kind of guy who likes to bully girls... Is this the only pocket money your family gives you?" Ian didn't open the purse, but he knew the answer after weighing it.

Gold Galleons, Silver Sickles, and Copper Knuts not only have different weights, but also make different sounds when they collide. Well, Ian can understand this because he is an excellent alchemist.

Not a money-grubber.

"Miss Grindelwald... was selling the relics of Slytherin ancestors. I bought quite a few." Daphne Greengrass not only answered Ian's question honestly, she also quickly took out a bunch of things to prove herself, as if she was afraid that Ian would think she was lying and send her to the stake.

I saw.

Daphne Greengrass was holding a bunch of messy things in her hands, including maps that Ian was familiar with, lockets that Ian was not familiar with, feather pens... and even an earring.

Looking at a pile of alchemical creations.

Ian couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He thought he was the only one in Hogwarts who could draw inferences from one instance, but he didn't expect Aurora to be able to draw inferences from another instance... Twenty-six? No wonder Daphne Greengrass's purse was empty!
Aurora is simply a god at applying what she has learned. After learning a marketing technique from Ian, she has quietly come up with so many tricks in Slytherin House!
The German girl is really learning! She is not joking! The disciple is better than the master! Look at Aurora's results! And then look at her own unsaleable heated shorts!
"Cunning! So cunning!"

Ian's exclamation came from the heart.

It's just that Daphne Greengrass and her bestie were obviously a little confused, but that didn't affect Daphne Greengrass's attempt to give everything to Ian in exchange for Ian's forgiveness.

"I've already told you that I'm not the kind of person who likes to bully girls." Ian stuffed a bunch of counterfeit goods and money bags back into Daphne Greengrass's hands.

Seeing the little witch who seemed a little overwhelmed, Ian reminded her seriously, "Remember to write to your family and ask them to improve their efficiency."

"And your home, too."

Ian also looked at the little witch who was held by Daphne Greengrass. He remembered that there was also this person who was trembling with Daphne Greengrass at that time.

"Okay... okay."

The little Slytherin witch who was stared at by Ian immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, while Daphne Greengrass's expression was somewhat relieved but still a little complicated.

This guy in front of her is definitely not bullying girls. After bullying the younger ones, he is instigating Dumbledore to bully the older ones. Her family is almost going crazy because of Dumbledore's threats!

"Don't spend money recklessly. Your family didn't give you much money." Ian gave some advice when he ran into the auditorium. It was not to show how much he cared about his classmates. He just hoped that in a few days he could get some of Merlin's relics so that these children from pure-blood families with more money would have the purchasing power.

Aurora makes too much money!
Ian thought it was time for him to earn some money too!

"Did he really let us go?"

The two Slytherin girls watched Ian sit at the table in the auditorium and start eating. They didn't dare to step in, and the other girl from a pure-blood family was even a little scared.

"I don't know... maybe? Gersa Selwyn, could you please stop shaking!"

Daphne Greengrass was wondering if there were any roundabout hints in Ian's previous words. As descendants of a pure-blood family, they liked to ponder such things.

"Aren't you shaking too? I almost thought he was going to kill us!" Gesha Selwyn, a pure-blood girl who was even a grade higher than Ian and Daphne, looked frightened.

"We're outside the auditorium and there are so many professors inside. He wouldn't dare... right?" Daphne Greengrass's tone was actually a little uncertain.

Gertha Selwyn was very certain. "I think the professors will help him bury us and cast a forgetfulness spell on all witnesses!"

"Our parents will only get the news that we violated the rules and went to the forbidden forest, and were caught and cooked by the centaurs! Don't forget what happened to Affrisen Carlo!"

"You must remember the night of the Fire Ash Snake, right? There were so many people in our auditorium together at that time, but after Afrison Carlo went out, he was the only one who disappeared!" Gesha Selwyn's voice was very excited and her emotions were strong, but she also knew to lower her voice when she spoke about these things.

In order to avoid being heard by Ian in the auditorium, the two girls had moved away from the auditorium and sat down in front of the window sill outside the house where the rain was pouring down with hunger.

This was probably to relieve the trembling in their legs. It was no wonder that the two girls reacted like this to Ian. The thing they were discussing was the biggest reason why they were so afraid of Ian.

It wasn't just because Ian defeated a great senior wizard.

"The school told us that Alfred Carrow dropped out due to family problems, but we know, we know that Alfred Carrow simply disappeared from Hogwarts!"

"His family doesn't even dare to talk about it, nor does they dare to seek justice for their child. I bet it must be Dumbledore who covered up the crime for that evil Ravenclaw!"

"He must have killed Afrison Carlo! Just because Afrison Carlo cursed at him in the lounge!" Gesha Selwyn seemed to be very confident in her inference.

Daphne Greengrass remained silent, but from her increasingly uneasy expression, it was not difficult to tell that she also believed in Gesha Selwyn's statement.

Dumbledore was willing to threaten several pure-blood families for a child, and even use Gringotts to establish his authority. How could she not believe that Dumbledore would cover up Ian's murder?

"He is definitely not from the Prince family! He must be another Dumbledore!" Gersha Selwyn said firmly. She felt that this was the only way to explain many situations. He was extremely talented and had committed many evil deeds, but he was not considered a potential dark wizard. Was this a normal development at Hogwarts?

The principal at that time saw that guy cast the killing curse!

The results of it?
The next day, the guy was still alive and kicking in school! This is a blatant cover-up! The death of Affleck Carrow and the robbery at Gringotts.

However, panic-stricken remarks are already emerging among Slytherin.

"He should indeed be a descendant of the Prince family. Don't tell anyone else. I overheard Snape swearing. He may also have the blood of the Dumbledore family." This is what made Daphne Greengrass feel the most uncomfortable. If Ian had laid his cards on her like this on the boat, how could she have mocked him?

She was so eager to curry favor with him that she didn't even have time!

And that Grindelwald...these two people are simply amazing. No one reminded her and just watched her act like a clown. After acting like a clown, she had to lie on a hard bed in the school infirmary for a few days!
"My damn mouth!"

Daphne Greengrass couldn't remember how many times she wanted to slap herself in regret. Her psychological shadow was now that other young Muggle-born wizards were worried about meeting Ian Prince again. God knew how many times she had to praise Ian every day to be less worried about being in trouble with the dean!
"What!? No wonder! No wonder! Don't worry, Daphne, this news is shocking. I won't tell anyone else. I'm so glad that we can survive him!" Gesha Selwyn obviously didn't expect that the "truth" was more terrifying than she guessed. She stood up and walked back and forth in the corridor, looking a little panicked.

"No! I have to ask my dad to give him more money! Otherwise, his daughter will definitely not live to graduate! It's all because of that idiot Flint who insisted on making us watch him wet his pants!" It can only be said that she is worthy of being a rich lady from a pure-blood family. At the age of only ten, she knows the truth that spending money can ward off disasters.

Only Ian is not here.

Otherwise, I would definitely give Miss Gesha Selwyn a thumbs up like crazy.

This guy is really smart.

"I think he might start selling other founders' relics in school after a while. If we can become his loyal customers... we must be worth living for him." Daphne Greengrass, who has been trying to figure out Ian's thoughts, may be more mature.

How could she not know that Slytherin couldn't have so many relics.

It's just a roundabout way to save yourself.

……

Breakfast is very important to Ian.

This is the beginning of the day.

It is also the most critical nutritional combination that determines the age of growth.

Because he couldn't bear to see his younger brothers and sisters going hungry when he was in the orphanage, he was smaller and thinner than his peers when he entered school. Now, of course, he had to seize the opportunity of the free meal to grow rapidly.

Although the cooking methods at Hogwarts were not very rich, the portions and varieties were sufficient, and the table was filled with a variety of food.

"I've been hungry for more than twelve hours!"

Ian ate his meal vigorously.

He had no idea that the two little Slytherin witches were calculating how much "protection money" they should pay.

He was eating with relish.

The silver plate was filled with a mountain of fried bacon, fried to a golden crisp, each piece sizzling with oil and exuding an alluring salty aroma. Next to it was a plate of fried eggs, the egg whites were as white as mutton-fat jade, and the yolks were bright orange-yellow, with a soft and tender taste that made people unable to stop.

There are also plates of freshly baked bread, including whole wheat, white bread, croissants and other styles.

"Give me another croissant."

Ian snatched the croissant from his roommate's hand.

This is really delicious. Each layer has a buttery luster. When you take a bite, the crispy crust falls like snowflakes, accompanied by a rich milky aroma.

"Will you take flying lessons?"

William looked at his empty hands and was somewhat amazed at Ian's hand speed.

"Indoor flying class? Forget it, that's more uncomfortable for me than History of Magic. I plan to go to the Forbidden Forest to collect some materials." Ian has already determined Dumbledore's location on the Marauder's Map.

Neither he nor Snape were there.

Only Grindelwald occupied the headmaster's office and slept on the comfortable big bed for another night.

"I envy you for getting Madam Hooch's special permission to skip classes." The Chocolate Frog Boy gnawed a large piece of bacon with some envy, and the corners of his mouth were still covered with butter left over from the bread.

"If your flying skills can make Madam Hooch amazed and cheer like Ian, I think Madam Hooch will allow you not to take flying lessons."

While eating, William did not forget to praise Ian harshly.

"Um... I don't think Madam Hooch allowed me to skip classes. I'm just managing my time effectively." Even though Ian was thick-skinned, he still felt embarrassed by William's flattery.

"That's what it means to be assertive! You get it! And it's also about courage!"

William always finds new ways to show off his eloquence. He is not suitable for Hogwarts. He should be thrown into an ancient palace and become a thousand-year-old thousand-year-old thousand-year-old.

Ian felt helpless.

Michael's expression was even more helpless than Ian's. "I only regret answering the roll call for you a few times. Now Madam Hooch calls me Mr. Prince. Sometimes I don't dare to answer when she calls my name. She has deducted points from Mr. Jordan several times. I must be a bad student in her eyes."

This situation was obviously something Ian had not expected. He had always thought that the professors would remember every little wizard. Perhaps this was also related to the fact that Ian had never taken serious flying lessons?

"In the Muggle world, there is a book called 'The Love Guide', which is a book that teaches how to fall in love. I can bring you a copy next semester." Ian just wanted to compensate Michael for the loss caused by the stigmatization because of him.

Never thought about it.

Michael jumped up immediately.

"From today on, Mr. Jordan will be dead when the flying lesson begins. My friend, Mr. Jordan will be resurrected only after the flying lesson is over." Michael's reaction not only scared the people around him, but also made Ian almost spit out the milk in his mouth.

"You're a true hero, Michael."

Ian quickly stood up and pushed Michael back into his seat.

He made a deal with his roommate.

Naturally, you will have the capital to skip classes with a clear conscience.

The two little wizards, who had achieved a win-win situation, continued their breakfast happily. The newspaper delivered by the owl brought a piece of news that surprised Ian.

It's the Daily Prophet's news.

"Oh my God! Is this true?"

Looking at the newspaper handed to him by William.

Ian's expression is brilliant.

of course.

Whether it was Aurora at the Slytherin table or Professor Lockhart, who had just left the headmaster's office and came to the auditorium, sitting in the teacher's seat and elegantly drinking a sip of hot milk, their reactions were even more exciting than Ian's. Professor Lockhart actually spit out the milk he had drunk.

"Cough, cough, cough!!!" Three people in the Hogwarts Great Hall were choking on water and their expressions were out of control. Professor Lockhart's expression management was the most out of control.

I saw.

It was clearly written in large bold font on the Daily Prophet.

[Shocking! Exclusive report! From Austria, Grindelwald accepted an interview in prison for the first time and talked about his past with Dumbledore! ]

Maybe the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor wasn't lying.

Even great prophets sometimes fail to foresee certain unexpected events.

(End of this chapter)