MMB Chapter 152, Section 151: An Unspoken Request
Chapter 152, Section 151: An Unspoken Request
Chapter 152, Section 151: An Unspoken Request
He left Nicolas Lemaître's office.
It's getting late.
Ian strolled down a long, empty corridor, his feet treading on marble floors polished smooth as mirrors by time. On either side of the corridor, magically lit candlesticks flickered and danced, casting a warm, dim glow that mingled with the cool moonlight streaming through the windows, creating a series of picturesque scenes of light and shadow.
As the temperature grew colder, the young wizards, returning to reality from their holidays and finishing a long day of studying, almost all huddled together in front of the fireplace in the common room to keep warm.
Even the number of young wizards who used to go out at night has decreased significantly. Although there are now various heating products on campus, those gadgets can't really keep you warm all over.
"Those sands really are the Sands of Time." Ian rubbed his hands together, exhaling a large cloud of white mist that reflected his indistinct image on the window beside the corridor. A thin layer of frost had quietly condensed on the window frame, like delicate ice flowers, obscuring the view outside in a very hazy way.
The moonlight, filtering through the frost, became softer and more mysterious. The presence of the frost not only added to the tranquility and chill of the night but also made the corridor appear even more enigmatic.
"Professor Nicolas Flamel may be right. A civilization that can manipulate and utilize time will never leave no trace in the long river of history." Ian stood in front of the window, where the temperature was much lower than inside, still processing the information he had received from Nicolas Flamel.
Although Nicolas Flamel told him about the black-robed skeleton and his contract, which wouldn't actually harm him, he was still eager to find clues about the black-robed skeleton and the civilization that had fallen into the illusionary realm—it could be said that he was curious, but there was also consideration for his own interests.
If they can't figure out why that civilization perished, it will pose a significant threat to Ian, especially since the black-robed skeleton is now firmly attached to him.
Heaven knows if the being that wiped out this civilization will even notice the black-robed skeleton has reappeared in the human world. A catastrophe that can plunge an entire civilization into the realm of the dead is definitely not just a natural disaster.
Ian couldn't tell Nick Flamel all the information, and because of this, Nick Flamel obviously wouldn't know why the civilization associated with the black-robed skeleton was destroyed.
"Playing with time, and thus suffering the consequences of time?" Perhaps that's what Nick Flamel thought, but Ian thought differently, after all, he witnessed the fall of an entire civilization in the dreamlike illusion.
It wasn't just physical destruction; the entire civilization was "sent" into a dreamlike illusion. The "punishment" involved was definitely more than just a backlash from the rules of time.
There is definitely some kind of intention behind this—if this conjecture is correct, Ian's act of "taking in" the black-robed skeleton certainly carries a considerable degree of hidden danger.
"Sigh, all sorts of messes seem to be getting stuck with me. Isn't this just another form of misfortune?" Ian drew a series of question marks on the window with his finger.
He glanced at the clock hanging in the corridor and realized it was almost time for him to start his small class, so he composed himself and turned to walk towards the stairwell.
Nicolas Flamel's office is in the castle's main hall, and to get back to Ravenclaw's lounge, one has to climb stairs, and as Ian reaches the top of the stairs, the spiral staircase is constantly changing.
no way.
Ian could only stand at the top of the stairs and wait.
He took the opportunity to look around the castle where he lived: a small hall surrounded by exquisitely carved stone pillars, with soft, magical light shining down from the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
Hogwarts at night has a unique charm before the lights are turned off. The air is filled with a faint scent of lavender and potions, which must be because Snape is brewing some random potions in the basement again.
"Phew~"
Ian exhaled another puff of white mist, tucking his slightly frozen hands into his robes. He began to consider whether he should gamble his alchemical reputation on researching the "Second Generation Hand Warmer." His first-generation product, a heated underwear, had been a complete failure; perhaps he should design a more conventional, magical version of a hand warmer.
"If we can figure out a way to seal the fire with the [Soul Furnace] property in a container for power, perhaps my second-generation hand warmer can help my classmates defend against enemies."
"Throwing it out will blow up the enemy, and I can also replenish my magic power. It's a win-win-win situation. The students win once, I win twice, and both Galleons and the increase in strength can be effectively achieved."
Ian felt like he had suddenly had a stroke of genius, and he couldn't wait to go into the Room of Requirement after "get out of class" to do some product design.
If Nicolas Flamel can handle the magical metal Uru, it's not just ordinary flames that can be sealed inside; storing even a small wisp of Fiendfire wouldn't be impossible.
"It will surely become a groundbreaking product comparable to nuclear-powered hand warmers and nuclear-powered electric vehicles!" Ian's mind raced, his gaze fixed on the ever-changing staircase ahead.
These staircases don't rotate very fast, so you usually have to wait anywhere from five to ten or twenty minutes when they change position. They trace elegant curves through the space, with each turn connecting perfectly.
It fits together even more seamlessly than Lego.
The only drawback is that the rotation time is not fixed and depends entirely on how the administrator sets it. Presumably, the original design included a precaution to prevent interference with intruders.
It is not only a transportation hub within the castle, but also a perfect fusion of magic and art, and the culprit behind many young wizards being late for school.
Many young wizards, upon first entering the castle, assume they have memorized the rotation times of the stairs, only to encounter a different rotation method during their lessons.
Going to the wrong floor, waiting for too long... these are common problems for young wizards who like to attend classes on time. No one can say for sure if this is Professor McGonagall subtly teaching the young wizards the importance of punctuality and advance preparation.
"If I were the headmaster, I would do the same, then hide in the crack of the door and watch the little wizards anxiously, secretly enjoying myself." While waiting, Ian's hands moved in the pockets of his robes. He had not only cast the Unseen Stretch Charm on his money pouch, but also recently, the pockets of every one of his robes had the marks of the Unseen Stretch Charm.
of course.
Since expanding the space became increasingly difficult, Ian didn't manage to expand the pockets of his robe by much; his robe could barely fit a few huskies.
"Where are my fever-inducing snacks?"
Ian rummaged in his pockets but didn't find the spicy snacks the house-elves had made for him. Instead, he found a small piece of paper.
"Again?"
He never carried notes on his person, and even his toilet paper was made from small stones—a typical eco-friendly little wizard. He immediately felt a sense of déjà vu. He quickly pulled out the note that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere from his pocket. Fortunately, this time it wasn't some mysterious "letter."
[To prevent you from secretly asking me questions or even pouring real potion into my teacup, I need to warn you in advance: as a law-abiding alchemist and now the alchemy professor at Hogwarts, no matter what tricks you try, I will absolutely not tell you that King Arthur's tomb is located in the XXXX region.]
Even without reading the text.
Ian could tell from the handwriting alone who had secretly slipped the paper into his pocket; the alchemist Nicolas Flamel's handwriting style was truly distinctive.
"Godfather, obey the law..." Ian thought of Nick Flamel's money printing machine. If he dared to build something like that, who knows what other shocking things Nick Flamel had built behind the scenes.
Moreover, the note, written with an air of righteous indignation, claimed it wouldn't reveal the location of King Arthur's tomb to Ian, yet the final address was incredibly detailed, even listing nearby beacons. Most absurdly, Nicolas Flamel, as if afraid Ian wouldn't be able to find it, even provided the tomb's precise latitude and longitude coordinates on Earth.
"This 600-year-old professor seems to be quite the entertainer..." Ian looked at the note in his hand, and then thought of the tomb-robbing tools that he had confiscated, which Nick Flamel had never even considered getting back.
He could easily guess what Nick Flamel was hoping to see—to be honest, Ian would definitely be tempted if the grave location Nick Flamel provided was someone else's.
however.
Unfortunately, the tomb that Nicolas Flamel suggested was that of the legendary monarch. This made things a bit tricky for Ian, given his deep connections with the figures involved in many ways.
of course.
It's not that Ian wasn't tempted at all.
After all, as a wizard with lofty ambitions, determined to pass on the grave-digging business to future generations and establish one of the Nine Gates of the wizarding world, Ian was also quite curious about the tombs of those legendary figures.
Ian certainly hasn't dug Merlin's tomb, but King Arthur's remains are definitely in his tomb. Casting a [Corpse Control Spell] on him would be incredibly satisfying.
The only problem to worry about is that digging up this kind of grave will definitely involve a lot of dangers, and the consequences will be severe, plus there is the risk of being beaten up by Morgan.
No matter how deep the grudge.
That was, after all, the grave of his teacher's younger brother. This was the tricky problem Ian found difficult, but for a clever little wizard like him, there was a perfect solution.
"I'm going to get my good friend Pandro involved. He certainly won't refuse such a unique adventure. He'll gain happiness, and I'll gain safety and treasure."
"I only need one magic stone that still retains a lot of magic power to help me bear the cost of summoning him as my guardian... One isn't enough, I have many, many more."
Ian's unconventional idea made him feel he could win twice more. Just as he had devised his astonishing plan, the spiral staircase gradually came to a stop.
The little wizard, brimming with mischievous ideas, was just about to step onto it.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, students in front." Suddenly, an old voice rang out behind Ian, sounding broken and labored, as if he was still panting heavily.
"Hello, sir, madam..." Ian turned around and saw an old man with a full head of white hair. The man was wearing a trench coat that went past his knees and had a refined and approachable demeanor.
His still-thick hair even had a lot of bangs that covered half of his eyes, making him look quite fashionable. For some reason, it reminded Ian of an old man character in the novel "Dragon Raja".
He's handsome, has a lot of hair, and a good temperament, so it's no wonder that he's accompanied by two elderly women whose features, though full of wrinkles, still look very beautiful when they were young.
of course.
This wasn't what Ian envied most. His gaze was fixed on the top of the old man's head. Despite his advanced age, he hadn't lost his hair. He really wanted to know if the old man usually used Potter's shampoo.
"You're the only little wizard around here. I suppose you're looking for your lost pet?" The old man unbuttoned his coat, revealing the little creature inside.
The Bowtruckle, who had previously escaped from Nick Lemaître's office, was now fast asleep, nestled close to the old man's chest. The way its two hands were gently clasped against the old man's chest looked quite intimate.
"No, what I lost was a golden Bowtruckle, Mr. Scamander." Ian had thought it looked familiar before, but now he was completely certain of the other person's identity.
Yes.
Newt Scamander. Most young wizards would be familiar with this old man, as his image is printed on the first page of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
He is the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and was also a student at Hogwarts Hufflepuff House, but "graduated" early for some well-known reasons.
In Albus Dumbledore's memories, Ian saw Newt Scamander in his prime, but now Newt Scamander is an old man with white hair.
He even looks older than Albus Dumbledore. It's hard to imagine that this is the protagonist of a previous era from Ian's perspective.
Yes, based on what Ian knows about Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander definitely took the protagonist's template and is more like the protagonist of an era than Harry Potter.
Those who know, know. Many people who didn't graduate from Hogwarts normally became big shots. Even Hagrid was a formidable figure. Who can say that a half-giant who can withstand a lot of magic isn't strong enough?
Newt Scamander is also one of the abnormal graduates. Even ignoring his achievements in magical creatures, his life can definitely be described as magnificent. He is someone who went against Grindelwald and is still alive today. He has the luck of a protagonist even though his magical skills are not particularly strong.
If they didn't make a Harry Potter story, but instead made a Newt Scamander story, Ian think they could make at least five movies, and the plot would definitely be much more exciting than the young wizard fighting Voldemort.
"what?"
The little wizard's somewhat nonsensical response clearly stunned Newt Scamander, who seemed to have remained the same taciturn person even after a lifetime.
"Actually, if there were Bowtruckles made of silver, the Bowtruckle I lost could also be made of silver. Everyone in Hogwarts knows that I'm a very easy person to talk to."
Ian glanced again at the little guy in Newt Scamander's arms. The Bowtruckle that he had raised for so many days and still hadn't tamed didn't seem to be all rebellious.
At least it is close to Newt Scamander.
Newt Scamander might actually have been a druid in his ancestors.
"..."
Newt Scamander was speechless after Ian's antics, while the old lady next to him who was carrying the "real nuclear weapon"-level suitcase couldn't stop smiling.
"Hahaha, you little rascal, you're so funny." This old lady was probably Newt Scamander's wife, and it was said that she used to be an Auror in the Ministry of Magic of some country.
Later, he was led astray by Newt Scamander.
"I'm being very serious, madam." Ian couldn't quite remember Newt Scamander's wife's name; after all, she was only mentioned briefly in *A Modern History of Magic*. William helped him with his homework, so he certainly couldn't be expected to be as eloquent as Hermione.
"You can call me Miss Tina." This old lady was clearly young at heart despite her age, and she introduced the somewhat sorrowful old lady next to her.
"This is my sister, Queenie Kowalski, you should also call her Miss Queenie. She's been feeling a bit down lately, so I took her out to cheer her up."
"Don't blame me for not warning you, she's a very capable person." The old lady Tina took over the conversation with Ian on behalf of her husband, and she clearly seemed much more talkative than Newt Scamander.
"It is indeed sad to lose a family member, but please accept my condolences. Everyone will eventually reach the end of their life, and the next journey is not as scary as most people think." Ian glanced at the sorrowful old lady Queenie and tried to soften his voice.
Upon hearing this, old lady Queenie finally looked at the young wizard.
"For an elderly person who has been bedridden for many years, death is also a kind of relief, right?" She clearly wanted to gain some external approval for psychological comfort.
"Death is a new beginning, more beautiful than most people think. You will always be reunited after you die peacefully, just as your loved one would have hoped."
"I can pretty much guarantee that." Ian provided the emotional support the other person wanted, but he also took precautions against the possibility that the other person might have suicidal thoughts.
There absolutely cannot be any hanging at Hogwarts tomorrow morning.
"Snapped!"
At this moment, Newt Scamander suddenly clapped his hands. "I think you must be Mr. Ian Prince. Albus has mentioned you more than once in his emails to me. He speaks highly of you. Now I know why. You speak exactly like him."
Seeing that Ian did not refute.
Newt Scamander was pleased with his accurate judgment.
"She's young, but she has a lot of wisdom. And for me, her words are indeed very meaningful." The sorrow on the old lady Queenie's face softened slightly.
Done.
She then looked at Newt Scamander, her tone tinged with reproach, "See? This is how you comfort someone, not by telling me from a biological point of view that my husband won't feel cold in his grave, and then accusing me of putting treasures in his grave that will only hasten his body's decay."
obviously.
Newt Scamander's emotional intelligence certainly hasn't improved much over the years. To be fair, getting a wife is definitely the biggest miracle that has ever happened to Newt Scamander.
"Treasure? Don't just put treasure in the grave. Like oil, it can easily breed things that shouldn't be." Ian looked up at the three old men in front of him.
"See, I'm not the only one who says that." Newt Scamander, who had been looking embarrassed, seemed to have found a lifeline and immediately echoed Ian's words.
He, his wife, and his sister-in-law clearly didn't understand what Ian was saying.
"Oh!"
The old lady, Queenie, looked indignant.
"Alright, alright, you know Newt's just personality. He didn't mean to upset you," another elderly woman, Tina, stepped in to mediate. This small group, nearly two hundred years old combined, actually had their moments of playful bickering; it was truly fascinating.
"Click~ Click~"
Ian took out some sunflower seeds.
"You're actually watching the show!"
The old lady Queenie glared at the young wizard.
"Do you want some too?"
The young wizard shared his melon seeds with the three old men.
"..."
The old lady, Queenie, was speechless. Her personality was quite different from when she was younger, and it was unclear whether it was due to being widowed or a significant personality change after menopause.
"I want."
Tina happily accepted the sunflower seeds from Ian's hand.
Who are you looking for?
Ian took the opportunity to inquire about the reason why the three had come to Hogwarts, knowing that Newt Scamander usually lived very far from Hogwarts.
It's not a holiday for visiting relatives and friends, so it's not exactly a time for such visits.
"Looking for Mr. Nicolas Flamel? Do you know where his office is?" the old lady Tina answered, and then asked the young wizard where Nicolas Flamel was.
"there."
Ian pointed in the direction of Nick Lemaître's office.
Upon hearing this, the elderly woman, Tina, immediately expressed her gratitude and looked at her husband beside her.
"Let me rest a bit more. The journey from Dorset to here has exhausted me." Newt Scamander leaned against a nearby stone pillar, clearly looking somewhat weak.
It's no wonder that many action comics never depict the protagonist after marriage and children; just look at Newt Scamander's current state to understand this point.
"What's exhausting you isn't the fatigue of the journey, but that suitcase you can't bear to put down." Queenie glanced helplessly at the suitcase her sister was carrying.
She wasn't referring to the weight of the box, but rather the antics of the magical creatures inside.
"They're just small fry. I don't have the energy I had when I was younger, and I'm much more cautious now. My suitcase hasn't caused any... big trouble in recent years."
Newt Scamander responded quickly, immediately defending his suitcase. He even glanced at Ian, as if trying to salvage his image in front of the younger man.
"Like a Thunder Dragon? A Fire Dragon?"
Ian also looked curiously at Newt's suitcase—this suitcase had always been a legend, and it was said that at its peak it even had the special power to exchange one for one with a legendary weapon.
"They're all still young, still young..." Newt Scamander answered somewhat evasively, which fully demonstrated that he was indeed a person who was not good at lying.
however.
His wife, Tina, however, came out and undermined him.
"That bird-snake you rescued on the road was quite large; you could have easily handed it over to the Ministry of Magic's aid workers." Tina shook the suitcase she was carrying for her husband.
"I don't trust the Ministry of Magic here. They just framed Albus... That bird-snake is very obedient; it's already shrunk to a very, very small size."
Newt Scamander seems to have redefined what it means to be a little guy.
"I also really enjoy keeping small animals as pets."
Ian's eyes lit up at the mention of the harpy, and he began trying to ingratiate himself with Newt Scamander. His current bottleneck in mastering the Unseen Expansion Charm was the lack of harpy skin. Of course—Ian wasn't the type to kill a harpy for a mere pelt; he possessed a special potion that accelerated the healing process of living beings.
"I can tell you were tending to Bowtruckle back in school. You must be just as obsessed with magical creatures as I am," Newt Scamander said, as if he had found common ground.
He gently pulled the bowel guarding plant off his lap and handed it back to Ian.
"If a wizard offers a burr to a Bowtruckle, it will be soothed for a long time, so that he or she can take wood from the tree to make a wand."
"They like crickets. And it's best to let these little guys have their own territory," Newt Scamander said, not forgetting to teach Ian a little something.
I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.
Upon hearing this...
Ian nodded immediately.
"That's right, that's exactly it. I've actually been trying to build my [Ian's Suitcase], but I've encountered some bottlenecks in using the Seamless Expansion Charm."
Before the Bowtruckle woke up, Ian quickly stuffed it back into his purse and asked Newt Scamander for a request.
"I would be extremely grateful if you could guide me on how to build the suitcase." Ian wanted to offer his money, but felt that doing so might offend the old man in front of him.
He was ultimately a bit too worldly; his eyes weren't as clear and pure as the other person's. Well, there was still a tiny bit of clarity and purity in him, and all the young wizards in the school knew that.
"Nick Lemaître contacted me to ask for my help in collecting materials for the Expansion Charm." As he spoke, Newt Scamander took out a small cloth bag.
"I collected a little extra; I hope it will be of some help to you." Newt Scamander's generosity surprised the young wizard, and he immediately stuffed the small bag into Ian's hands.
"Reciprocity is key."
Ian quickly rummaged through his purse but couldn't find anything related to magical creatures, so he could only pull out a handful of black sand.
The little wizard's hands still couldn't hold on very well, and a lot of sand slipped through his fingers.
"Thanks."
Newt Scamander quickly accepted the black sand that Ian offered with both hands.
"What is this?"
Tina leaned closer, somewhat curious.
"It's a precious gift from the little wizard." Newt Scamander quickly gave Tina a look, as if he was afraid that his wife's carefree personality would hurt the little wizard's pride.
"Thanks."
Tina rolled her eyes at her husband. She felt that her husband sometimes really misunderstood her. She was the kind of person who, even after living a whole life, still didn't have enough emotional intelligence.
"I think we should put it away and make it into a little crystal ball. Black snow would look really nice; I've seen it in Muggle shops."
Tina demonstrated to the young wizard how much she valued the sand. She pulled out an empty cloth bag, filled it with the black sand, and then tried to take out her wand to collect the sand that had fallen to the ground.
however.
"Um?"
Tina waved her wand.
But he discovered that he couldn't control the sand.
"What happened?"
Newt Scamander also sensed something was wrong. He shakily took out his wand and waved it vigorously, but it turned out that the force did not affect the magic's effect at all.
"This sand... just like you, little one... isn't quite right."
Queenie was the only one who didn't reach for her wand, but instead frowned in confusion. She was a natural Legilimency user, far surpassing ordinary wizards in both perception and mental power.
"They are the sands of time."
Ian looked at the three old men, who were puzzled by the simplest magic, with some surprise. It was the first time he had ever heard that the sand was unaffected by the wizards' magic.
The problem is, he succeeded when he used the Transfiguration Charm before.
Could it be related to magic power level?
"What did you say?!"
"What...what did you say this is?"
"Hiss~~~"
……
Just as Ian was puzzled, the three old men widened their eyes almost simultaneously, all looking astonished and uncertain as if they had misheard.
"I said, they are the sands of time."
Ian doesn't care about being discreet when giving gifts; he simply raised his voice and shouted—the next moment, Newt Scamander showed an extremely incredulous expression.
He was as domineering as he was.
My mind was buzzing with shock.
"Oh My God!"
Tina was also shocked and covered her mouth—her sister Queenie was the fastest, immediately getting down on the ground and picking up every single grain of sand.
"How could you have something like this..." Newt Scamander had to re-examine the young wizard in front of him, suspecting that Albus Dumbledore had already robbed the Department of Mysteries.
"I dug them out myself. At first, I didn't know what these sands were. Professor Nicolas Flamel told me the answer, and that's when I learned that they were the Sands of Time."
"You see, I just went to consult Professor Nicolas Flamel, which is why you met me here." Ian's answer was indeed very honest.
"!!!"
Newt Scamander's expression remained one of astonishment.
With Nicolas Flamel's endorsement, he naturally had no more doubts... But where else could he find so much Sands of Time if not in the Department of Mysteries?
Forest ban?
There are indeed many secrets hidden inside.
But isn't this secret a little too big?
"Child, this material is extremely precious. You shouldn't have given it to anyone... It's best not to tell anyone, because the Ministry of Magic will definitely be watching you because of it." Newt Scamander took the bag from his wife's hand, gave her a heartfelt warning, and was about to hand the bag containing the Sands of Time back to Ian.
He seemed to have a very negative impression of the Ministry of Magic.
"Yes, child, you may not understand the meaning of the Sands of Time yet, but believe us, it will bring you danger." Tina nodded in agreement.
The two of them clearly had no idea about Ian's abilities.
"Newt! We need... I need this..." Queenie picked up the black sand from the ground and stood up, watching as Newt Scamander was about to return the Sands of Time to Ian.
She immediately became anxious.
"I have money, child, I can give you all the money, I need it..." Queenie looked very nervous as she spoke, pulling out a key from her pocket.
The elderly man, who was probably over eighty years old, looked at Ian with pleading eyes.
"Forehead."
Ian glanced at the Gringotts key in Queenie's hand but didn't take it. He then reached into his purse and pulled out two black sands.
"Yes, yes, everyone knows me. I'm a person who is always eager to help others." Ian roughly guessed what the other party wanted to do with the Sands of Time.
talking.
Under the bewildered gazes of the three, he placed the two Black Sands into Queenie's and Tina's hands respectively, fully demonstrating what it means to treat everyone equally without any favoritism.
"!!!!!!"
"??????"
"!?!?!?!"
The three people had different expressions.
Most of them are just confused, feeling like their brains aren't quite up to the task.
What kind of nonsense is this, acting like they're wholesaling the Sands of Time?
"How much did you dig up?"
Newt Scamander spoke with great difficulty.
"Is that enough?"
Ian couldn't estimate how many tons he had dug, so he chose a classic way of answering, which immediately brought the atmosphere back to quiet silence.
The expressions on the three old men's faces were somewhat subtle.
"To be honest, Miss Queenie, I don't think trying to go back in time is a responsible thing to do, and it could very well cost you dearly."
In an attempt to break the deadlock, Ian took the initiative to earnestly remind Queenie.
"I've been a wizard for over eighty years, of course I know this. I just want to go and see it occasionally... just to see it." The sorrowful look returned to Queenie's face.
The person's overall demeanor suggested that they were quite depressed.
"It's not a big deal that you had an argument with your husband before he passed away, and he certainly wouldn't blame you for it," Ian said gently.
"You could even guess something like that?"
After regaining her senses, Tina first glanced at the black sand in her hand, and then, upon hearing Ian's words, immediately looked up at the little wizard with some disbelief.
"He's a natural Legilimency... just like me... no... even more powerful than me." Queenie gave the young wizard in front of her a deep look.
Her words startled both Newt Scamander and Tina.
"Excuse me……"
Ian scratched his head.
His extraordinary [Mind Perception] trait was already exceptional, and now that he has also cultivated many mental magic techniques, the passive effects he naturally exhibits are somewhat overpowered.
Newt Scamander and Tina's Occlumency procedure wasn't very successful.
Queenie's mind is now full of flaws. Ian didn't want to see it, but the information was right in front of him, and he was forced to read the emotions Queenie was expressing.
"I understand."
Queenie had spent her entire life passively using Legilimency, so she naturally empathized with Ian's situation. She gratefully held the black sand Ian had given her and made a promise to him.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."
can only say.
This is probably what many people like to say before doing something foolish.
"Actually, I know a kind of psychic magic." Ian blinked and looked at the key in Queenie's hand. He bet there were lots and lots of Galleons inside.
"what?"
Queenie was a little confused.
It wasn't just her.
Newt Scamander and Tina both looked bewildered.
Unheard-of magic.
This left the three of them completely bewildered.
"Dark magic?"
Tina asked with some suspicion.
"Of course not! I am a true white wizard! Headmaster Dumbledore can vouch for me!"
Ian quickly retorted.
"What kind of magic is that? I've never heard of it before."
Tina still looked somewhat confused.
"Don't ask me, I don't really understand these weird magic things." Newt Scamander shrugged; he only ever learned practical magic that was useful to him.
"Let me ask Headmaster Dumbledore about this, and then I'll have him talk to you about it." Ian wasn't sure if he should show his unusual nature in front of strangers.
His compassion wasn't solely due to King Galleon; Queenie's consistently infectious emotions had even stirred a sense of sympathy in him for the old woman before him.
"Can."
Queenie answered first.
His eyes flickered slightly.
"Let's talk about your 'Ian Suitcase' instead. I feel like that's the only thing I can help you with. I can make a suitcase for you directly."
"After all, this return gift you gave me... it feels like it's burning my hands." Newt Scamander changed the subject at the right time, and his cloudy eyes lit up again when he mentioned the suitcase for keeping animals.
"Uh-huh!"
Ian was immediately delighted to see that he didn't have to do it himself.
Newt Scamander smiled and said, "First, we need to know the habits of your favorite magical creatures. This is important for setting up the environment in the suitcase."
"The key to keeping exotic animals together is to provide the most suitable habitat for each of your friends and to prevent territorial encroachment as much as possible."
Newt Scamander began to ask questions in a very casual manner.
however.
This is his question.
Ian's smile immediately froze.
"Um... well... this..."
The young wizard genuinely didn't know how to answer that question. He had just been suspected by old lady Tina of being skilled in dark magic, and he couldn't very well tell the truth in front of all three of them, could he?
The "little guys" he was going to put in the box were rather sensitive. Dementors, bone dragons, skeletons, black phoenixes... well, after counting them, Ian understood.
I do seem to resemble a dark wizard.
(End of this chapter)