The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 74, Section 73: The Prologue to History! He and His Disciples! [4th Update]

The world is impermanent.

The imagined scenario of passing Ravenclaw's tests, successfully solving various puzzles, finding the founder's legacy, and ultimately becoming the Ravenclaw Emperor and reaching the pinnacle of life did not happen to Ian.

He was facing an alchemical creation with its own thoughts and a deep-seated grudge.

"In the long river of history, why was Lady Ravenclaw chosen as your teacher?" The bronze eagle head still harbored a grudge against Ian for tricking it when it started school.

"Because the facts are already set in stone, the house I attend is called Ravenclaw, and the moment I took off the Sorting Hat, I became a student of Rowena Ravenclaw." Ian attempted to explain the cause and effect to the Bronze Falcon.

The door remained closed.

That makes sense, but it's not enough.

The bronze eagle head was clearly trying to make things difficult for him.

"Lady Ravenclaw is the embodiment of wisdom, a shining beacon guiding me in my exploration of the universe of knowledge."

"Not enough."

"She has a fair and selfless heart and respects the uniqueness of each student."

"Not enough."

"I can get to know myself better and discover my unknown talents and potential by following Ms. Ravenclaw."

"Still not enough."

Bronze Eagle Head is even more vengeful than Ian.

"Hiss~"

Ian gasped. He seemed to grasp Ravenclaw's stinginess across a millennium. Alchemical creations generally reflected certain aspects of their creator's personality.

"Because Rowena Ravenclaw will bring me back here, and eventually I'll meet you and feel your tenderness and care?" Ian, desperate for a solution, opted for a cheesy pickup line.

The bronze eagle head did not respond.

"Stunned~"

The door that swung open with a bang needs no further explanation.

Even though he didn't have to sleep in the hallway tonight, Ian still couldn't be happy at all. What kind of boomerang era is this? The clown senior dating the Bronze Eagle is actually me?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Ian suspected that his own school's Bronze Falcon Head was somewhat ill. He rushed into the common room, where many Ravenclaw wizards of all ages were crammed around a few long tables to study.

Unlike other houses, Ravenclaw's common room has its own small library.

However, most of the books inside are related to school courses.

"Hi, Ian."

Qiu Zhang, who was selecting books in front of the bookshelf, saw Ian enter.

Ian waved to her too.

"Want some insider information about tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Cho Chang approached mysteriously, holding a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in her hand.

Ian chuckled. "We can't exactly have to deal with trolls in the first lesson, can we?"

Although he was just a freshman at Hogwarts, in the past two days he had already experienced firsthand how unreliable the so-called rumors at Hogwarts were.

"Of course not, they're Irish goblins. Someone saw their cages in Professor Erich's office." Qiu Zhang patted the book in his hand.

"Everyone is now trying their best to find a solution, hoping to earn extra points for the academy tomorrow. Nobody wants to be overshadowed by those young wizards from Gryffindor."

Qiu Zhang lowered her voice and added, "Yeah, everyone wants to steal the spotlight. You earned extra points for the academy today, and the class leaders even gave you a special commendation tonight."

I never expected to miss the moment when the company was in business.

Ian was somewhat disappointed.

"Where are the prefects? Where are they? Next time you praise me, I hope you can choose a time when I'm present. Thank you." Ian couldn't find the two prefects.

But it attracted the attention of other young wizards.

"It's Prince! My goodness, you were amazing in Potions class today! Even Snape couldn't handle you. Could you teach us how to make Healing Potions sometime?"

"Yes, yes, your fertility medicine feels better than the ones sold in pharmacies. My sister, who always gets boils on her butt, goes through many bottles every year."

"Shut up! You idiot! Even if Mom comes, I'll still kill you today!"

Several of the young wizards who had previously attended classes with Ian took the initiative to strike up a conversation. In Ravenclaw, as long as you have good grades, you're guaranteed to earn the favor and admiration of your classmates.

There might be competition among us.

But smart people choose to learn from smarter people rather than regard smarter people as freaks.

"Of course, no problem, I'll definitely do it when I have time." Ian had Snape's "Advanced Potion Making" tucked under his arm, and all he wanted to do right now was go back to his dorm and study properly.

Michael and William weren't in the common room. They must be secretly working hard to get stronger, and who knows when they might catch up and see their backs!

Feeling a strong sense of crisis, Ian quickened his pace.

however.

Just at this time.

"Back home, my mom always told me that learning always comes at a price. Can I subscribe to your Potions class notes for one Galleon?"

Or perhaps it was because he knew Ian's background, and the wealthy young wizard cautiously probed him, that a certain Pandora's box was inadvertently opened at this moment.

"I only have five silver coins."

?

"I have seven silver coins, and my mom will send me pocket money next month."

"Money can't buy knowledge, but I have five boxes of Chocolate Frogs. I just want to learn the standard recipe for Boil Potion."

"I've run out of pocket money, but I can steal my sister's pocket money—ah, sister, why are you hitting me? You only like saving money and never spending it anyway."

Seven or eight first-year Ravenclaw wizards gathered in the area leading to the dormitories, and even the older students couldn't help but look up with excitement.

Before these senior students could even say that they could do it too.

"We're all good brothers and sisters, so there's no time like the present. I'm free today, so come on, I'll give you all an extra lesson. Just take a silver dollar as a token of my appreciation."

Ian stopped and turned back to the lounge.

He should have discovered this business opportunity sooner.

Tutoring is a lucrative business, no matter where you are. Ian quickly scanned the money the young wizards were pulling out and chose a more gradual, long-term revenue model.

Monthly passes, weekly passes, daily passes — none of them are as good as charging per visit. Those who know, know.

"Just one silver sieve? Good heavens! I'm ashamed to have ever envied you!"

"Thank you, thank you, you're such a kind person!"

"What should I do? I only have Chocolate Frogs—"

Ian took a silver coin from each of them, as well as a box of chocolate frogs from the slightly embarrassed boy. He also promised the boy that he would be able to attend five of his lectures in the future.

"To be honest, my whole family are potion masters, and high-quality potions flow in our veins." Ian's words made the eager senior wizards sit back down.

"It's just a minor potion. Tomorrow I can explain the details of making other potions, breaking them down and explaining them in detail. Tomorrow, you'll only need one Silver Sicco!"

"Don't worry, since I've taken everyone's money, I will definitely take responsibility for teaching you all. It's not just about passing; I want everyone to excel in Potions class from now on!"

The fire in the fireplace is burning.

The details of potion preparation began to unfold.

This is clearly just the beginning.

A night at the start of the new term at Hogwarts.

Ian Prince and his original followers.

the first time.

Get together.