Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 121 120: For the Greater Good! Argument!

Night falls.

The stars twinkling in the sky were like chess pieces on a chessboard. As the night deepened, Hogwarts Castle and its surrounding scenery gradually merged into the embrace of the night.

Every detail is gently smoothed out by the night, leaving only peace and tranquility. All things are hidden, waiting for the new day to awaken their vitality and vigor again.

"Let's continue learning evil spells today!"

When Ian taught a paid small class in the evening, the rumors about him had evolved into a whole new version, saying that he and Grindelwald fought in the Forbidden Forest for Dumbledore.

The story of a centenarian and a ten-year-old child?

This is so English!
Daphne Greengrass must have played a vital role in this. Ian really regretted not taking away the shoddy and rubbish storybook from Daphne.

"Little professor, are you the child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald?" This was probably the question that broke down Ian's inner defenses. Such increasingly outrageous fallacies and rumors really made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

"Damn storybook! If anyone of you spreads this rumor again, don't blame me for being rude!" Ian was furious and severely warned the other young wizards in the Ravenclaw common room.

His threat of using old dung balls didn't work very well at first, but when he emphasized that his dung balls really would contain old dung, everyone fell silent.

This is a real deterrent.

At least Ian no longer had to endure those increasingly abnormal rumors in the Ravenclaw common room. He walked out of the common room immediately after tutoring the young wizards.

"What is the little professor going to do?"

"Will he go to the Forbidden Forest again?"

"Hey! This is not something we should be curious about! Do you want to be attacked by a little professor with feces in the middle of the night? A truly smart person will keep his mouth shut like me."

"If the little professor could sneak into the girls' dormitory and feed me with his mouth... well, I still can't accept it."

……

Seventeen or eighteen young wizards were cleaning up the mess after their magic practice. They had learned a new legal evil spell today, and there were many traces of the deflected evil spells in the lounge.

Such evening tutoring not only allows them to learn some new spells, but also allows the young Ravenclaw wizards who like to learn ahead of time to practice their [Restoration Spell].

Not only that, even for those senior wizards who do not need to participate in Ian’s small class, it is also a daily activity that can effectively improve their magic evasion ability.

Judging from the seniors who were reading in front of the fireplace tonight while keeping an eye on their surroundings at all times, and their skillful ability to dodge deflected spells in time, it was obvious that they had benefited a lot from Ian's first and second grade wizard class in the past half semester.

This group of senior Ravenclaw wizards will definitely become the backbone of the Ministry of Magic and the best among Aurors after graduation, and in a way, Ian has contributed to this.

"Don't throw spells at the statue of the founder next time!" Senior Penelope was also helping to clean up. She warned several little wizards who made some outrageous mistakes.

For little wizards.

The Ravenclaw seniors seemed quite tolerant.

of course.

They might actually be forced to be angry but not speak out. After all, compared to the rumors about Ian's background in Slytherin, Ravenclaw had more rumors about Merlin's blood than other houses because of the male and female prefects, and many senior wizards who "shared" the rumors from the male and female prefects regarded it as a secret of the house.

can only say.

Ian might be considered the record-breaking student with the most rumors since the founding of Hogwarts, especially when it comes to the mystery of his origins, most creatures can't count the versions on one hand.

"Why did little Ian teach you evil spells for several consecutive nights?" After helping to repair the lounge, Penelope pulled Ian's two roommates to ask curiously. People in Ravenclaw College are very curious, and she always felt that Ian's behavior had some special meaning.

"He wants to make us stronger and become his right-hand men!" William's words were filled with some meaningless enthusiasm, but Senior Sister Penelope did not make too many associations.

Michael scratched his head and showed a matter-of-fact expression. "To be honest, I haven't asked. Ian must have his reasons for teaching this."

Senior Penelope was not satisfied with the answers of both men. She could clearly see that they were just trying to fool her. The acting skills of these two little wizards were not even as good as their young professor roommate.

“I actually asked Ian that question as well.”

Qiu Zhang had picked up an extracurricular book and was about to study at the desk in the lounge when he happened to hear the conversation between senior Penelope and the two little boys.

Senior Penelope turned and looked at Qiu Zhang.

"Did the guy tell you?"

She knew that the girl also had a good relationship with Ian.

"It felt like it was just a spur of the moment thing, right? He just told me mysteriously that something dirty had entered Hogwarts, and then he took away my Beebe's every-flavor beans while I was thinking about it."

Qiu Zhang's tone was somewhat helpless.

William and Michael immediately said that this was something Ian would do. The three of them got together and began to discuss the bad habits that Ian had recently learned from somewhere.

"Is that so..."

Senior Penelope was obviously different from the carefree little wizards. After listening to Qiu Zhang's words, she touched her lips with her index finger and looked thoughtful.

"Perhaps it has something to do with the unexpected incident that happened in the Forbidden Forest today."

The talented senior Penelope only likes to spread gossip. She doesn't really believe the rumors in the school. She only believes in the inferences she makes up.

now.

This senior girl has apparently put the clues together.

"Let me think about it... Ian is suspected to be a descendant of the Ambrosius family. The fact that he could be called a dirty thing..." Senior Penelope found a few books about the Merlin family and began to study them.

Less than ten minutes later.

The senior student immediately seemed to have found the truth.

"I understand! There must be more than one descendant of a legendary family in the school! This year must be some kind of special year! The descendants of King Arthur or the black witch Morgan are also in the academy!"

"Love, hate, and vengeance! Life and death!"

Senior Penelope showed a look that saw through everything, and suddenly realized that this Ravenclaw prefect might not be talented enough to be praised.

how to say.

Are the imaginations and associative abilities of women who love to read novels and biographies really so terrifying?
……

Outside the corridor window.

The first snow in Hogwarts came quietly at night. Snowflakes touched the ancient stone walls, swirled gently in the night sky, intertwined with each other, and finally landed softly. With the softest gesture, they slowly covered every inch of land, every leaf, and even every spire and window sill of the castle.

"I think Hogwarts should enact a rumor law. Little wizards who spread rumors should at least starve for a few days. Well, professors who let little wizards spread rumors should at least have their soles pierced with ten thousand needles."

Ian chattered for a long time in front of the portrait of Ravenclaw in the corridor, but the Ravenclaw ladies in the hazy dream seemed to have no intention of "coming up" to take a look or giving their approval.

Of course he didn't go out to settle accounts with Grindelwald. He knew his own weight very well. He just went to the Room of Requirement to adjust the potion he was brewing.

The reason why there was frost on the windows and the coldness had penetrated the entire castle, but Ian was still wandering in the corridor in the cold, was all because he had not yet resolved the grudge between him and the bronze eagle head.

The vengeful Bronze Eagle refused to let him in at all. Now it even felt too lazy to ask him questions. No matter how long Ian stood in front of it, the Bronze Eagle would just pretend to be dead and keep silent.

This completely eliminated the possibility that Ian would be able to answer questions after returning from his studies.

To be honest, perhaps the door knocker of this gate is really acquiring a certain quality called "life" as it says, otherwise it would certainly not violate the preset rules.

Only "living" things know what it means to exploit loopholes in the rules. There was no other way. Ian had no choice but to spend the night in the Room of Requirement as he did not wait for anyone to return to the lounge at the gate.

Since he happened to pass by the portrait of Ravenclaw and happened to remember the "cheating" methods left by Ravenclaw, he complained to the portrait of Ravenclaw for five minutes.

"Tell me, what is that guy trying to achieve by asking his students to spread rumors about me everywhere?" Ian's depression was still growing.

"It's a tactic he learned from the Muggles."

suddenly.

Aurora's slightly cold voice came from behind Ian. He turned around suddenly and saw the German girl using a levitation spell to move some long iron fences.

"What are you doing? Are you going to sell them for scrap metal?"

Ian looked at Aurora in astonishment. He recognized the iron fences that Aurora controlled, which were taken down from the Owl Shed and other inconspicuous places.

"My grandfather wanted to reopen the classroom in the basement, so he forced me to do the hard labor." Aurora responded helplessly, and it was obvious that she was quite reluctant.

"I think...restarting a classroom shouldn't mean scrapping the other classrooms?" Ian's gaze rested on the iron podium in the Charms classroom.

The German girl moved away completely.

"He only asked me to find some iron fences and didn't give me gold galleons to buy some." Aurora answered Ian's question honestly and seriously.

She hesitated and added, "Of course I can't use my money. I can't enter Snape's office. I have to keep my gold Galleons to buy potion ingredients."

I didn't expect he was such a money-grubber.

"The materials from last time are enough for you to make a lot of truth serums, right? Still not enough?" Ian's expression was hard to describe. He found Aurora's silence without any response a little terrifying.

After a long time.

"I left IOUs in those classrooms in the name of Professor Lockhart." Aurora explained suddenly, as if to indicate that she was not a thief.

"..."

Ian was speechless. He always felt that this way of handling things was a little strange, but he couldn't find any fault with it.

"Are you coming to help?"

Aurora then spoke.

Ian immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"I just want to give a gift to our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." As he said that, Ian took out a bag of itching powder and sprinkled it all on the suspended iron object.

Aurora just watched him do bad things without saying anything to stop him. Even after Ian put away the bag of powder with satisfaction, the little girl gave him a suggestion.

"I think you should be more mature and engrave some explosive runes on them so that they explode immediately when touched. It would be great if they had the power of ten kilograms of explosives."

Good guy!
This is really a living devil!
"?????"

Ian was shocked by Aurora's suggestion. He just wanted to make the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor feel bad for once, but the German girl in front of him obviously wanted Grindelwald to be blown to the sky!

"I also think you should have some idea in mind. If that were to happen, your grandfather would not be killed in the explosion, but we would be the ones who died... No! I'm afraid I would be the only one who died!"

Ian rejected Aurora's proposal without even a second thought.

"I'd say I put it there."

Aurora made a statement out of loyalty.

Ian still shook his head firmly.

He was a young wizard who knew his limits, so he just took out a few more dung eggs, made a small mechanism and installed it on the podium in the Charms classroom. "I was just responding to his slander of my image... By the way, you just said that this was a trick he learned from Muggles? What on earth does your grandfather want to do!"

After Ian dealt with the mechanism, he immediately started to wash his hands. After casting the Spring Water Charm, he cast a levitation charm on his wand, so he could free his hands and wash them vigorously under the water.

The way he released magic made Aurora a little confused?

"The best way to suppress a scandal is to cover it up with more scandals. This method is also very effective in confusing the public and suppressing the spread of hot news." Aurora answered Ian's question, but her brows were still furrowed, and her eyes were fixed on Ian who had washed his hands and took back the wand.

She looked at her hand which had been raised to maintain the levitation spell, and then looked at Ian's wand. She had no idea how Ian's magic was maintaining the spell.

"Dumbledore is a male succubus, the one who hooked up with him on the morning news?"

When Ian saw Aurora nodded, he finally understood what Grindelwald's series of actions in the afternoon were all about!

The old devil actually knows about public relations...

"Hiss! He's been in the rain, and he wants me to go straight into the river!" Ian was speechless. "Shouldn't he punish those who spread rumors?"

Face this problem.

Aurora just blinked.

"Sixteen saints are taking action." Although her answer was still straightforward, the information revealed in it was really unexpected for Ian.

"Will I still be able to see the Daily Prophet tomorrow?"

Ian tasted something terrifying when he thought about it carefully.

"Uh, maybe?"

Aurora's tone was also somewhat uncertain.

After tilting his head.

She then looked at the iron products that were floating in the air.

"I have to hurry to the underground classroom. If my grandfather gets impatient, he will probably think that you delayed his rebuilding of the underground classroom."

Aurora's words made Ian slightly stunned.

"Why not without you?"

Ian asked the question subconsciously, then realized that he had asked a stupid question.

as predicted.

"He is my grandfather after all. When there are other people to blame, he will of course blame others." Aurora waved to Ian and controlled a bunch of things towards the stairs.

There was no one along the way.

Aurora quickly came to the underground classroom with the things.

at this time.

Gilderoy Lockhart was stroking his chin, standing in the middle of the classroom, looking like he was planning the layout of the classroom. The ghosts' tableware and long tables had all turned into a pool of black ashes in the corner.

"Why did it take so long? Did you encounter some little wizard who was wandering at night?" Grindelwald looked at Aurora who entered the classroom with a pile of iron products.

Aurora looked at Grindelwald deeply.

"Met Ian."

She knew there was no point in lying - sure enough, Grindelwald raised his wand and waved it lightly, and all the itching powder that Ian had evenly distributed on various iron products gathered together.

There was no place for them to be used. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor even took out a small cloth bag and collected the itching powder, not knowing what he was going to do with it.

He did not deal with the platform where the mechanism was placed.

"Return this podium to its original position later... and leave it as it was." Grindelwald said with a smile. It was obvious that he was more concerned than the little wizard had imagined.

"Forehead……"

Aurora mourned for Ian in her heart.

And at this time.

"What did you talk about?"

Grindelwald asked again, seemingly curious.

"Didn't you see it?"

Aurora looked up at the man in front of her.

Grindelwald, with a young face, shook his head. "I didn't see anything, kid. I just led you, and then you took the initiative to reveal everything to me."

Ian might believe this, but Aurora was not disturbed at all. She knew very well that her grandfather was hundreds or thousands of times more cunning than herself and Ian combined.

"He wanted to know why you spread rumors about him, and I told him my opinion..." After weighing the pros and cons, Aurora embellished her account of the conversation between her and Ian.

"Cover up the news this morning, do you really think so?" After listening to this, Grindelwald kept smiling and looked at his blood relative with deep eyes.

"Is not it?"

Aurora frowned slightly.

She felt that there should be nothing wrong with her analysis.

"I have told your friend a truth, and now perhaps I should tell you again." Grindelwald waved his wand lightly and reshaped the iron products brought by Aurora.

then.

One by one, instruments of torture that looked terrifying began to appear in the underground classroom and were placed where Grindelwald wanted them to be.

When remodeling the classroom.

Grindelwald did not forget to calmly and meaningfully teach Aurora.

“The future that we prophets see sometimes contradicts each other, and sometimes is just a false illusion. As for those extremely clear and decisive prophecies, they will be inevitable outcomes in the eyes of countless mediocre people, but they have plasticity that can be guided in the desired direction in the eyes of the best.”

"Of course, it is extremely difficult to guide the development of the prophecy with one's own will, so relying on the power of other wizards has become an inevitable choice."

Grindelwald easily reshaped the entire layout of the classroom. After putting away his wand, he looked at Aurora, who was becoming more and more confused and her brows were almost wrinkled like a little old lady.

"What do you mean?"

Aurora failed to comprehend Grindelwald's words.

However, Grindelwald did not show any disappointment.

He just kept smiling.

Speak softly.

"Child, the magic of wizards is far beyond your imagination. What we think, believe, and know may all be involved in a grand conspiracy."

As soon as these words came out.

Aurora's eyes suddenly widened.

"You want Ian to compete with you for Dumbledore? And turn Dumbledore into a male succubus?" The German girl's tone was full of disbelief. She took three or four deep breaths. Fortunately, because she was helping Grindelwald, she had not heard the latest ridiculous version of the rumor.

"What kind of a story is this... Damn it! I should have put more effort into making that book!" Grindelwald's smile was a little stiff. He obviously didn't expect that the storybook would also collect news about male succubi. The prophet seemed to be mercilessly mocked by fate again.

"Is not it?"

Aurora didn't know if she was using provocation.

"of course not!"

One of Grindelwald's eyes changed color very suddenly. Only he could see the picture that appeared in it. His voice began to become low and meaningful.

"I just want to take this opportunity to plant a seed in the hearts of these little wizards. One day, they will gradually sprout and provide support for the greater vision."

Grindelwald's expression was extremely serious.

"What seed?"

Aurora looked up suddenly.

Grindelwald, who had lost his smile, simply gave another answer.

"That brat will be grateful for my seeds."

After hesitating for a moment.

He added somewhat helplessly.

"Of course, there are still some minor mistakes. They are not serious, but... I still have to go to the little witch and rebuild the book in her hand."

talking.

Grindelwald walked out of the classroom in a hurry - his hurried back made Aurora think about something, and she felt that her previous judgment was obviously not entirely wrong.

What a greater vision.

There must be an intention to cover up hot news!

……

As Grindelwald walked, he turned into a little witch. Just as he slid into the common room of Slytherin College sleekly, he took out his wand and pointed it at the little witches' dormitories.

the other side.

Ian, who originally wanted to go to the Owl Shed to take a look, was eavesdropping on an extremely fierce and tit-for-tat argument, which was the movement and sound coming from the Owl Shed.

"I said! I didn't steal your things!!"

"Who else could it be but you?! Don't lie to me!! Someone told me that you opened it!"

"How many times do I have to tell you! When I opened it, there was nothing inside what you said! If you don't believe me, just get into my head and take a look at my memory!"

Ian hid in a corner outside.

He could not see anyone in the dark Owl Shed, but with the help of the names displayed on the Marauder's Map, he knew who the two unrecognizable voices belonged to.

Albus Dumbledore.

Aberforth Dumbledore.

(End of this chapter)