Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 263: The Missing Trio

The corridors of Hogwarts are always filled with a mysterious atmosphere at night.

The spiral staircase is changing.

Ian stood at the entrance of the corridor and made a deal with the old Gryffindor portrait - this scene was destined to be witnessed by no one, and perhaps many people still think that the Gryffindor portrait at the entrance of the corridor cannot speak.

"Looking for a portrait of me when I was younger?"

The old Gryffindor portrait was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected Ian to make such a request. But he quickly regained his composure and pondered for a moment.

It seemed as if he was really thinking about whether to agree.

"Yes, I believe you can find him. After all, who knows you better than yourself? You must have some idea of ​​where he is hiding."

Ian also took the initiative to give his suggestions.

He takes this matter very seriously.

Ian really missed the portrait of Gryffindor's youth that he had been looking for for a whole year and that narcissistic portrait that said he was Gryffindor's last masterpiece left in the world. It wasn't because the other party was so secretive and annoying, nor was it because there was some slight grudge between him and the other party.

The most important thing is that Ian still remembers the treasure of the four giants mentioned in the portrait, and that Gryffindor left a treasure house. What he is thinking about is of course the so-called Gryffindor treasure house.

Yes.

There was no question of whether it was shameful or not. What Ian coveted was Gryffindor's treasure. You know, you could imagine how rich the treasure trove of a man who loved adventure so much would be.

Gryffindor, the legendary figure known for his bravery and adventure, according to historical records, his footprints are all over the world, so every adventure must be accompanied by countless rare treasures.

hard to imagine.

If these things were not kept in the Hogwarts warehouse, but in a separate secret hidden room, the treasures inside must be rich beyond imagination.

Ian's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, as if the treasures were already waving to him. Ian's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, as if the treasures were already waving to him - those precious magic items and mysterious magic secrets were definitely hidden in some corner of Hogwarts.

Is he greedy for money?
Do not!
He just couldn't bear to see the treasure gathering dust!
Ian didn't want to look for any test from the Big Four. He believed that as long as he found the portrait of the young Gryffindor, he would be able to find out the location of the treasure from him.

Coercion and inducement?
He is not the Dark Lord and would not do such a thing. He will always have a better way.

"How is it, Mr. Gryffindor?"

Ian respected the Big Four, and even when facing the portraits, he would remain polite. Although the portraits were not the real people, their words must have carried some of their will.

"Okay, no problem, deal. But you have to promise me that while you follow them, you will try your best to ensure their safety. Although those children are brave, the dangers in the Forbidden Forest are not something they can easily deal with." The portrait's tone became serious, and it was obvious that he had a deep understanding of the dangers of the Forbidden Forest.

"??????"

Ian was confused.

"Shouldn't I just pack them up and bring them back?" He felt that there was something wrong with the thinking process of this portrait. Knowing the danger of the Forbidden Forest, it still wanted the three people to continue the adventure.

"You can't suppress the nature of one, no, three Gryffindor students!" The old Gryffindor suddenly became excited, dancing as if he was going to jump out of the frame.

"..."

Ian didn't even know how to respond, and in the end he could only nod, agreeing to the portrait's request. Of course, he already had an idea in his mind as to whether or not to do so.

Ah.

nature?
When the time comes, all three of them will be beaten up, and when they are brought back, they will say that they came back voluntarily. I believe that none of the three will dare to show the "courage" of a Gryffindor student and jump out to refute.

Moreover.

He had already been beaten in the Forbidden Forest, so how could this not be considered completing an adventure? It sounded logical, and Ian had a satisfied smile on his face.

And to this.

The old Gryffindor portrait obviously couldn't sense it. After all, he was just a portrait of the former Big Four, and of course he didn't have the magical power that the Big Four had to sense Ian's thoughts.

of course.

Perhaps even if he was the rebirth of Gryffindor, standing in front of Ian, it would be unlikely for him to break through Ian's mental defenses. After all, they were all wizards of legendary status.

And Ian's attainments in psychic powers are exceptional.

Who is spying on whose mind.

That's really hard to say.

"You're really going to help me find a portrait of your younger self, right? Well, it's not that I'm suspicious. After all, you two are portraits of the same person."

Ian also confirmed it again before leaving.

"Don't worry, I believe this will be an extremely exciting adventure for the younger version of my portrait." The old wizard's portrait raised his beard.

There is even a feeling of anticipation.
His train of thought seemed to be extremely difficult to describe. Ian believed that the younger version of Gryffindor would definitely not think this way and might even curse the older version of his portrait.

"Ok."

Ian was about to turn around and take action, but suddenly stopped.

"By the way, do you know where Gryffindor's treasure house is?" He suddenly realized that both of them were portraits of Gryffindor. Perhaps he could get the information he wanted from the old version of Gryffindor's portrait - after all, Ian's goal was the treasure, so whoever told him where the treasure house was would tell him.

He didn't have to find the younger version of the portrait.

I really don't hold grudges.

When he graduates and returns to Hogwarts to find a job, Ian will have plenty of time to play hide-and-seek with the portrait. He looked at the old version of the Gryffindor portrait with a slightly expectant look.

however.

"Gryffindor's treasure trove?"

The old Gryffindor portrait was a little stunned.

His brows furrowed even more tightly.

Looks particularly confused and puzzled.

"My child, I don't know what you are talking about. Gryffindor's treasure lies not in material wealth, but in the adventures he has experienced and the wisdom he has gained."

"This is the greatest treasure left by Gryffindor." Obviously, the old portrait of Gryffindor did not know the Gryffindor treasure that Ian wanted to find.

He even took this opportunity to give Ian some chicken soup, no, maybe it should be called duck soup? After all, Ian was a wizard, and duck soup seemed to be more in line with his gender.

"You're right, okay."

Ian didn't intend to continue to argue with the other party, and he perfunctorily said something, looking a little disappointed - perhaps the young version of the Gryffindor portrait didn't brag. He might really be the most special one among the Gryffindor portraits. Not only from the point of knowing the secret, but also from the agility of this portrait. He feels more like a living person than the old version of the Gryffindor portrait. You know, this feeling, to some extent, does prove the dedication of hard work.

The portrait of Gryffindor in the corridor is indeed a little too "ai"-like. It starts to act like a fool when it disagrees with something. I don't think it would even pass the Turing test.

"Perhaps you should hurry up and don't let them be eaten by the dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest." Look, the older version of Gryffindor's slightly worried urging also verified this point.

He might also have problems with his perception of time.

"Right away, right away. They are not as fast as me. How can they reach the Forbidden Forest in just a few minutes? Even if they use a flying broom, they can't fly so fast."

"The brooms in our school are all antiques, and I don't think Ron, Hermione, and Neville can use them well. It's not something you can learn to use proficiently in just a few lessons."

Ian mumbled something in response, made an OK gesture to the old Gryffindor portrait, and his figure suddenly turned into a cloud of misty white fog.

This is obviously the flying magic that Ian created by imitating the Dark Lord and his uncle's flying methods. It is very useful, but the color he chose for himself is white, which is not so stereotypical.

"Huhuhu~"

The young wizard rushed out of the corridor window like a morning mist blown away by the strong wind. The cold night wind brought light rain to soak the outer wall of the castle, and the moonlight coated the edge of the rain curtain with a layer of silver halo.

"Ok?"

Ian was a little confused just after he flew out of the castle. He thought the three people might not even reach the bridge, but he didn't expect that he couldn't see or sense the breath of the three people at all.

"What the hell!"

Ian's low curses were heard in the white mist.

Outside the empty school, where were the three little lions? There was not even a footprint on the road from the castle to the forbidden forest, as if the three first-year students had disappeared into thin air.

I saw.

The white mist that Ian turned into swirled in the air and condensed into Ian's confused face.

"Could it be that these three guys discovered some secret passage that I'm not familiar with right after they entered the school?" Ian was a little surprised, wondering whether he should say that the students of Gryffindor College were really talented in this area.

He pondered for a moment in mid-air.

The fog rolled up again, shooting towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest like an arrow. The thick trunks of the oak trees cast hideous shadows in the moonlight, and the entrance to the Forbidden Forest was filled with the smell of damp rotten leaves. Ian stood at this entrance, calculating the distance and time it would take for the trio to reach the Forbidden Forest, and decided to wait at the entrance.

He first took out his latest masterpiece, Gatling.

"No, that's too harsh. This isn't the Middle Ages."

I thought about it.

I feel it is inappropriate.

Ian stuffed the Gatling gun back into his purse, then took out the scary-looking forty-meter-long sword. He felt that this would definitely be enough to scare the three Gryffindor students.

"I'm also going to do some special effects."

Ian made the 999-meter-long sword light up with the -cent special effects like those in level . He thought it was intimidating enough. However, as time passed, Ian finished eating three bags of potato chips, but still did not wait for the three younger students. The only sounds at the entrance of the forbidden forest were the whistling wind and the occasional low roar of unknown creatures.

There was no further movement.

"Something's wrong. According to the speed of a normal first-year student, they should have arrived here long ago. Could it be that they didn't come here?" Ian's doubts grew stronger. Not to mention the three young people, even the cripple should have arrived by now. The white mist rose for the third time, this time drifting straight towards Hagrid's hut.

Ian wondered if the three of them would go to this big friend for help.

however.

When Ian arrived at Hagrid's hut, he also couldn't see the three people. Hagrid's hut was particularly quiet in the night, with warm lights shining through the cracks in the windows. There was a snoring sound inside, as loud as thunder. Hagrid was lying on his back on the shabby big chair and sleeping soundly.

The fire was burning in the fireplace.

Hagrid's dog, which looked mighty but was actually timid, was lying at his feet. However, as the animal had keen senses, Ian was sensed by it as soon as he landed outside.

There's no particular reason.

Yaya curled up in the corner, suddenly raised his head, sniffed hard with his nose, then his hair stood up, he let out a faint whimper, his eyes full of fear.

It didn't howl.

But he didn't even dare to breathe.

This was not because Ian's breath was so scary, but because Ian had petted a dragon in the hazy fantasy, a real ancient dragon, and what scared it was obviously the smell of the ancient dragon.

Today's dragons are already at the top of the food chain, not to mention that the purebred dragons of the past were definitely the overlords among overlords. Even if a dog has never seen such a creature, it will subconsciously feel fear.

Just like many people have never been bitten by a tiger, but they will tremble with fear when they actually hear the roar of a tiger in the zoo. That is an instinct imprinted in the bodies of all animals.

"Could it be that he ran directly into the Forbidden Forest? Indeed, I know several secret passages that lead directly to the Forbidden Forest, but they should not be on the grass outside the school."

"Is there a secret passage that I, Yi, don't know about?" Ian didn't believe it. He took out his own living map. The parchment glowed with a faint yellow glow under the moonlight.

I saw.

As Ian turned it on.

The ink lines spread across the paper like a spider web, outlining the entire outline of Hogwarts. Ian's fingertips passed through each area, checking the location of the secret passages in each area.

Don't even say it.

He found a secret passage that he had never noticed before - that secret passage was located in the Quidditch field, and it was also a secret passage that led directly to the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts.

It’s no wonder that Ian didn’t pay much attention to it on weekdays. After all, apart from the first time he watched Quidditch on the Quidditch field, he really had no interest in the sport of Quidditch on weekdays.

They would not go to the Quidditch field, and of course they would not pay attention to the secret passage in this place. Ian was very familiar with the secret passage leading to the outside of Hogwarts.

"How on earth did these three people find such a remote secret passage? Without Harry Potter, the Quidditch player, do these three people still love the sport of Quidditch?"

Ian really couldn't understand why most wizards loved Quidditch. Of course, he respected what others liked, but he thought it was ridiculous that three people could find the secret passage and know where it led to. He didn't know whether it was Ron, Hermione or Neville who proposed the secret passage.

Perhaps Gryffindor students are born with this kind of exploration gene.

Think of this.

Ian flew to the Forbidden Forest again.

how to say.

He thought he was just here to capture three little wizards who wandered around at night, and perhaps he could never have imagined what kind of things he would encounter during this trip to the Forbidden Forest.

(End of this chapter)