MMB Chapter 91, Page 90: Hello, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Chapter 91, Page 90: Hello, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
In the corridor.
Ian's silhouette is that of a wolf or fox.
He became the first student to be expelled from the classroom by Snape since the start of the school year. Although Snape did not issue a permanent ban on him, the old bat's roar still echoed throughout most of Hogwarts.
"I asked you to prove that my potions have souls, not for you and Snape to kiss in class!" Ian blamed everything on the wicked Peeves.
"He came up to me! He kissed me first! He must have done it on purpose!"
The groaning Pipi clutched his head, which had been slammed open by a slam, his face full of grievance. He didn't dare to argue with Ian, after all, the Blood Man Barrow's level of terror in his mind had dropped to second place.
"You've ruined my first place!" Ian kicked Pippi in the butt, sending Pippi flying more than ten meters away.
"Waaaaah! My first kiss! That wretched Potions professor has to take responsibility for me!" Peeves transformed into "Baby Goblin" and flew towards Snape's office.
Ian wondered what kind of trouble he was planning to cause in Snape's office. Listening to the grumbling in the guy's mouth, he suspected that there would be an extra head under Snape's blanket tonight.
"I approve of this marriage."
In the deserted corridor.
Ian looked out the window at the Quidditch pitch with a bored expression. The upperclassmen teams were having a match, and Slytherin seemed to be utterly crushing Gryffindor.
Perhaps only Harry Potter could save the Gryffindor team. Before the Slytherin joined the Gryffindor team, they had won the Quidditch Cup for several consecutive years.
Even Marcus, who was wetting his pants just a few days ago, performed exceptionally well on the field, his aggressive playing style making him an "excellent" Seeker. No wonder he was able to gather so many people to ambush Ian in the hallway; after all, being a Quidditch player always garners a lot of support from classmates.
"I haven't even received my compensation yet, and you're still thinking about playing ball outside!" Ian resisted the urge to disrupt the fair play, otherwise he might have even made Marcus fall off the broom.
Thanks to the books written by his beautiful stepmother senior sister, Ian has done a lot of research on Legilimency in the past few days, and he has even reached level 2 Legilimency magic ability.
Coupled with his extraordinary trait of [Mind Perception], which was frequently mistaken for a natural mind-stealer, he could be said to have immediately grasped the first level of the ancient black magic [Soul Stealing].
This spell is different from the Imperius Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses, but they are similar. Ian's Imperius Curse also reached level 2 because of his studies over the past few days.
Of course, the two spells only share some common ground in principle. Compared to the terrifying effect of the Soul-Stealing Spell, which directly destroys a person's sanity and thinking, the Soul-Stealing Spell emphasizes forcibly invading a person's consciousness to view and implant false memories based on the Divine Interference Spell.
It can even permanently alter other people's perceptions, making them perceive happy things as sad things for a lifetime, and sad things as happy things for a lifetime.
The effect was terrifying. Although the book recorded the anti-curse, probably only Mara-Morgan knew what the anti-curse was. The beautiful stepmother sister was not mentioned in the book.
Maybe she herself hasn't even studied it?
In short, compared to the spell "Leech," "Soul Stealing" is much more powerful, and the effect of Occlumency on this spell is greatly weakened.
According to the book "Mind Manipulation: From Mind Control to Soul Seduction," Soul Seduction is a type of magic that involves the deep realm of the soul.
"Miss Helena!"
On his way to the library from Hogwarts, Ian encountered the ghost he had been searching for for days. She was floating in front of her mother's portrait, reminiscing sadly about the past.
The founder's daughter is a tall, elegant, and poised female ghost. Her excellent family upbringing has instilled in her a gentle and noble aura even as a ghost.
The Blood Man Barrow's infatuation with Helena Ravenclaw during his lifetime was not without reason; it stemmed from his inheritance from Rowena...
Ravenclaw's beauty and slightly delicate temperament can easily make her the ideal woman for some people.
"Little Ian, I saw Peeves go to the basement."
Helena Ravenclaw did have a few conversations with Ian. When he first entered Hogwarts, Ian was worried that Peeves would appear while he was taking a dump.
Fortunately, Ms. Helena was willing to let her point out Peeves' location.
This Ravenclaw ghost is very helpful. The reason her experiences don't seem like those of an intelligent person is simply because she is an extreme person who is obsessed with looks and has a romantic mind.
of course.
This may be why Ian was able to get Helena Ravenclaw's help.
Even though the lesson of losing the crown had robbed her of her former naivety, young wizards like Ian, whose looks were even more outstanding than Tom Riddle's, were still more likely to win her favor.
"I know, Peeves and I are pretty close now. He told me he's going to warm Snape's bed." Ian no longer needed to worry about Peeves' possible sneak attacks.
However, Helena Ravenclaw, who had been missing for several days, was clearly unaware of this.
"You can actually get along with Peeves? That's incredible." Helena Ravenclaw was somewhat surprised and turned to look at the little wizard who was very friendly to ghosts.
"Actually, Peeves isn't that scary. He just needs someone to reason with him." Ian looked at his fist; he was clearly telling Peeves not just reason, but also truth.
"I'm sorry to have you see me like this." Helena Ravenclaw didn't seem to care about Peeves; she turned away and wiped the tears from her face.
"Missing Lady Ravenclaw? Perhaps you should be brave and move forward. Perhaps she has always been waiting for you." Ian could only help Lady Rowena Ravenclaw through hints. He couldn't possibly tell everyone he met that he was a spirit traveler who could travel to and from the Enchanted Realm.
"My mother will never forgive me, and I don't expect her forgiveness—it's all my fault. I just hope she's doing well on her next journey."
Helena Ravenclaw's eyes welled up with tears again.
She covered her face and sobbed.
Ian quickly spoke up as well.
You may have underestimated your mother's feelings for you. How could she find peace if she was always waiting for you? We all know the tales about the dead.
He felt he needed to offer some words of encouragement: "The afterlife is a new journey, like an unknown road in the night. I believe no one knows her daughter better than a mother; she will definitely wait for you."
Then I'll take your hand and we'll set off, dispelling your fear, your hesitation, and your anxiety about the future.
The gentle words made Helena Ravenclaw move her hand away, lower her head, and carefully look at the young wizard in front of her with her milky white eyes, which were the same color as her body.
"You are not only more handsome, but also more eloquent than that person. You will definitely have a brighter future than him. I just hope that you will not become a bad seed like him when you grow up."
Helena Ravenclaw was clearly referring to a young Tom. "Little Ian, I believe you mean well, and it has even lessened my fears. Now I believe that my mother truly loves me enough. It's just that you don't understand me, you don't understand how many unforgivable mistakes I have made."
A knot in the heart that has been tied up for thousands of years cannot be untied in just a few words.
"Helena, running away won't solve anything. What child doesn't make mistakes? There's no treasure in the world more precious than your own child."
Ian continued speaking softly.
Helena Ravenclaw seemed surprised. She looked the young wizard up and down. "It seems you know quite a bit about my story?"
Ian nodded noncommittally.
"What typical Ravenclaw wizards you are, your curiosity will always drive you to explore, but no matter how many books you read, you probably will never truly understand my mother." Helena Ravenclaw sighed softly, "She was so outstanding, yet I tore her pride to pieces."
"Even if she can forgive me, I can never forgive myself." Clearly, Helena Ravenclaw's inner conflict has not been resolved by Ian's inspirational words.
"You will meet again eventually, why drag this out?"
Ian looked at the unmoved ghost and sighed softly. He thought he should probably take some time to improve his persuasive skills. Why are these ancient witches always like this?
They are all very good at reflecting on their mistakes, but none of them look forward.
The cheap senior sister who wrote books for her teacher was like this, and so was the child of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw in front of her. Judging from the situation in the dreamlike vision, the cheap senior sister was obviously not taken to Master Morgan by the raven of the Soul Land. Perhaps the cheap senior sister, like Helena Ravenclaw, became a self-imposed ghost somewhere.
"Little Ian, you are quite eloquent, but you clearly haven't learned anything about ghosts. To this day, not a single ghost has escaped from the mortal world."
Do you know why?
"Because becoming a ghost is a one-time choice, once you become a ghost, your soul can no longer change its state. You will learn about this in fourth grade."
Helena Ravenclaw patted Ian's head from afar and drifted away. Even after her figure completely disappeared, Ian still couldn't figure out how to say the strange and somewhat lewd phrase, "Come to my dorm room to sleep together tomorrow night," in a way that wouldn't be so easily misunderstood.
"Tell her there's a miracle in my bed tomorrow night? Ugh~ that's even more lewd than having a big baby!" Ian scratched his head in distress, feeling more and more that it could easily cause a misunderstanding.
Perhaps the only way to avoid being misunderstood is to find some time to give Helena Ravenclaw a slap on the back, and then grab her while she's still dazed and instantly put her to sleep.
Hitting someone with a club is easy enough.
However, falling asleep quickly is a bit difficult.
A sleeping potion?
Or perhaps he should just knock himself out?
Ian never tried to see if he could step onto that border in this way at the right time.
"Oh, my dear Transfiguration professor, I made a promise to you, how can I help you reunite your family?" Ian turned to look at the portrait where Helena had stood before.
Within an exquisite frame.
The elegant and poised Rowena Ravenclaw smiled at him. Shaking his head slightly in annoyance, Ian headed to the kitchen; he planned to grab something to eat before heading to the library to study languages.
The alchemy studies have been a bit too intensive these past few days, and the return gift for Aurora is almost complete. I need to learn something simple to relax my brain.
"Shhh~"
Ian had just left.
The wind is blowing outside the window.
"As you said, we will meet again—" Little Raven. The portrait, silent for a thousand years, suddenly spoke, its voice, transcending time, offering a belated response in the quiet corridor.
They ate and drank their fill.
Ian got his wish and received a special meal at a hot pot restaurant.
He walked towards the library, completely satisfied.
"If we hadn't come into contact with this field, who would have thought that house-elves once had their own language? I'm afraid many house-elves themselves wouldn't even know it."
For Ian, learning a language is a way to be lazy and relax.
What knowledge is easier to learn than language? With the extraordinary trait of "literary and linguistic proficiency," the speed at which one learns and increases "language mastery" is extremely fast.
In-depth study of ancient runes is actually the most efficient way, since it can increase proficiency in two abilities at the same time. However, Ian has developed a fondness for learning the languages of other races a few days ago.
Whether it's the language of fairies, giants, or centaurs, the effect of improving proficiency in [Language Mastery] is absolutely no less than learning ancient runes.
Ian had always been very interested in Parsleyan, since he definitely needed the ability to communicate with the basilisk to retrieve his beloved basilisk from the secret chamber. However, perhaps because Parsleyan is a language closely related to blood ties, he had never been able to find any related learning materials in the library.
It wasn't in the regular book section, nor in the restricted book section; perhaps only after Mr. Savior enrolls will it be possible.
Only then was Ian able to learn from Mr. Savior syllable by syllable.
It was truly impossible to find relevant learning materials. It wasn't that Ian hadn't tried his best to search; he even came across a book titled "The Dance of the Moon-obsessed Beast" written by a senior student who had been expelled.
The Moonlust is a magical creature with smooth skin and a pale gray body. It has two round eyes on its head, four long, thin legs, and four large, flat feet. It is not particularly dangerous, but it is a very intelligent animal that only comes out of its cave on the night of a full moon.
If you collect its silvery droppings before sunrise and then scatter them on the magic herb garden and flower beds, the plants will grow incredibly fast and remain extremely robust.
Ian always thought that Moonfoxes were the ultimate answer to fertilizer production. These cute and silly creatures would perform complex dances on their two hind legs in remote and deserted places, bathed in moonlight.
The book "The Dance of the Moon-Loser" teaches this creature its courtship dance. It is said that the author of this book performed a dance that could fascinate any Moon-Loser.
"It must be Dumbledore's previous favorite son bragging, otherwise why would that book be in the forbidden section!" Ian still wanted to find books about Parsleyan today.
The library is huge.
The restricted book section also had a large number of books.
Even just looking at the titles of each book would take a very long time, let alone reading and studying every single book in the library.
The study period at Hogwarts is only seven years, which is 266 weeks excluding holidays. Even if someone like Ian could thoroughly understand two or even three books a week, 266 weeks would only amount to less than eight hundred books! The Hogwarts library contains far more than hundreds of thousands of magical books.
That's why many people who are eager to learn eventually want to return to Hogwarts to work; even for geniuses, the books there are enough to keep them learning for a lifetime.
"Damn it! Mrs. Pince has skipped work!" Ian pondered as he arrived at the library's main entrance, only to be greeted by that cold, locked door once again.
It's only noon!
Even if you're going to leave work early, you can't do it this early, can you?
It's not even a holiday yet!
"Open Alaho!" Ian chanted the spell again, aiming at the tightly locked door. This time was different; he had learned from his past mistakes and honed his lockpicking spell to a terrifying level 3.
Most graduates are probably only at this level. Ian was full of confidence, but reality slapped him in the face again; the unknown lock only shook wildly a few times.
The lock cylinder remained completely still, showing no sign of opening.
"Is this still a level four lock? What happened to magic being all about wonder and no levels?!" Ian had a whole new understanding of the security measures at Hogwarts Library.
He plopped down at the library entrance and waited for a full half hour—enough time to eat a whole cow—but Mrs. Pince, the library manager, still showed no sign of returning.
Several older students also wanted to come to the library, most of them Ravenclaw students, and of course, there were one or two studious fourth or fifth-year wizards from Slytherin.
Compared to the warm greetings from the older Ravenclaw students, and the regretful turn and departure after attempting the unlocking charm at the main gate, much like Ian did.
The Slytherin students weren't as studious; they turned around as soon as they saw Ian, not daring to risk getting close to the little devil from Hogwarts for the sake of studying.
Yes.
Ian had already gained some "reputation" among the Slytherin students, after all, the story of "Marcus urinating in the Great Corridor and the witches trapped in the Holy Fire" was indeed widely known. This story originated from the Weasley twins of Gryffindor. The Weasley brothers were willing to flatter anyone as long as it pleased Slytherin.
The story contains a lot of artistic embellishment, and Ian, who was just listening to the gossip, seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.
The only thing I don't like is that the two brothers don't pay him royalties for telling their stories.
"That wretched Mrs. Pince, she must have gone off on a secret twilight romance." Ian waited for a long time but Mrs. Pince didn't return, so he stood up and cast a cleansing spell on his butt.
I was just about to leave.
When I saw someone I knew from the same grade, I was surprised to see them.
It is Qiu Zhang.
The first Paru developed by Ian.
"My partner, has the map been sold yet?" Ian greeted him very enthusiastically.
Qiu Zhang shook his head, revealing a slightly helpless expression.
"It has to wait until night, I don't want to get caught by the professors and put in solitary confinement." She clearly knew that these kinds of maps were not only useful for young wizards to prevent them from getting lost during the day.
"Okay, that makes sense."
Ian nodded.
"When I went back to the lounge, I heard from the upperclassmen that you had been waiting here for the door to open. Did Mrs. Pince really take leave?" Cho Chang was also a studious young Ravenclaw wizard.
Because of a unique characteristic of their college, they are always worried that others might be secretly studying behind their backs, so even if they get the news, they still want to come and verify it for themselves.
"It's absenteeism!"
Ian was somewhat indignant.
"I heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has found new supplies—no, I mean a new professor. A Gryffindor upperclassman just said that Mrs. Pince and Hagrid went to pick up the professor." Ian was a little skeptical of what the Gryffindors were saying. Why would picking up a professor require the librarian's involvement?
"What a pity, I was hoping to borrow a copy of 'Standard Spells: Level Two'." Learning ahead of time is the norm for Ravenclaws, and Cho Chang is certainly one of them.
of course.
Ian felt that it was somewhat related to Qiu Zhang also taking his own small classes.
"I'll teach you the content from that book in a while, just remember to come to class." Ian and Cho Chang returned to the lounge together, and a few more skeptical Ravenclaws appeared in the corridor along the way.
"You haven't already learned all the material for seven grades, have you?" Qiu Zhang's eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at this peer who was shorter than him and seemed to have only recently started growing.
"How could that be? Just collecting all the material for seven grades would probably take one or two months to read." Ian shook his head, not boasting.
"So, I should be able to finish learning in a month or two." He felt his answer was very honest. However, Qiu Zhang's incredulous expression was still a bit exaggerated.
"You're really amazing. Some people say you might be even more amazing than Dumbledore was when he was a kid." Cho Chang's voice was full of amazement, and she didn't doubt whether Ian was exaggerating.
After all, the insightful and easy-to-understand lessons taught in the lounge every night had already demonstrated Ian's talent, and most people who had attended Ian's classes would never question Ian's level of learning.
"Who is it? His eye for talent is so sharp! Tell me, I have to go and praise him." Ian's mood improved again, the gloom of being isolated outside the library was swept away.
"Many people say that." Qiu Zhang thought for a moment, then asked, "May I ask what you will be teaching in tonight's class? The map hasn't been sold yet, and I don't have much pocket money, so I'd like to choose some courses that I'm interested in."
She seemed a little embarrassed, the kind of embarrassment that comes from being short of money.
"We're partners, don't you think I don't trust you? Just keep the books, I'll deduct it from your share." Ian wasn't really stingy with his friends. He just felt that some rules, once broken, would repeat themselves. Look at the Muggle world, how many companies started to fall apart from the very first contact?
"Thank you, but I'm not bad at every subject." Young wizards always have their own pride, and since Cho Chang insisted, Ian naturally wouldn't continue to promote his courses.
He's not a personal trainer at the gym.
"Tonight we'll have a lesson on Black Magic Prevention to fill in the gaps in everyone's knowledge." Ian was clearly being a little too cautious, even changing a word to avoid any potential problems.
"Okay, I haven't taken this class since the start of the semester, but I'll be there for tonight's SCP gathering." Cho Chang, like many young wizards, longed for the mysterious Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
only.
Her words made Ian stop in his tracks, staring at her with wide, bewildered eyes.
"What party did you say?" Ian's voice was full of oddities.
"An SCP gathering."
Qiu Zhang tilted his head slightly, somewhat puzzled.
"Hiss~"
Ian gasped in shock.
"Who came up with this name! What bad luck!" He really didn't expect that he was leading a group of "Class C wizards" to a gathering. In his previous life, he had heard of the SCP Foundation.
Compared to the Foundation members in that worldview, the rate at which the Defense Against the Dark Arts class drains the "Professor" is child's play.
"Secret Circle of Practitioners, is there something wrong with this name?" Qiu Zhang was a little confused by Ian's reaction.
Perhaps the way geniuses think is always something that ordinary people like her can't keep up with?
"The Practitioners' Secret Circle —" Ian finally understood why the abbreviation was SCP. He could only admire the person who came up with such a name; they were truly a genius.
"Let's call him SCOP. Go back and talk to them." Ian has a typical homeland mentality; he doesn't believe in any supernatural meanings, but he also doesn't want to be tainted by any possible bad luck.
The name SCP sounds like the whole team is doomed.
One died without a sound.
"Huh? This is a bit too strange." Qiu Zhang couldn't understand Ian's naming method even more. Did the 0 in the middle represent Ian's involvement?
Organizer?
Orchestrator?
But this was still too strange. Qiu Zhang, feeling like her brain was overclocked, was completely baffled. She couldn't understand what the zero Ian had added meant the whole way.
soon.
The two then returned to the Ravenclaw lounge.
"You should go back now."
Ian stood at the gate, showing no intention of going in.
"Aren't you going back to the lounge to rest?" Cho Chang asked with a hint of curiosity, only to see Ian shake his head and look at the bronze eagle head on the door of the Ravenclaw lounge.
"I'd like to examine the door to our lounge." Of course, he wouldn't be so foolish as to tell Qiu Zhang that he and the Bronze Eagle Head had been having a very pleasant conversation recently.
Who knows if Cho Chang will go back and tell others that he's also dating the Bronze Eaglehead? This classmate who traveled the ship with him has some Gryffindor traits. Watching Cho Chang enter through the gate, which then closed, Ian sat down on the ground once more and began his daily lecture.
However, the target was not a young wizard.
It was the bronze eagle head on the door of the Crowe lounge.
Where shall we begin today?
Ian felt that he had studied so hard in his previous life, but before he could use what he had learned, he transmigrated. In this life, he had to make the most of what he had learned.
Knowledge needs to be passed down.
Aside from magic.
Why not number theory, algebraic geometry, or partial differential equations? Even if he gets tired of discussing these kinds of courses, he can still chat with the Bronze Eagle Head about other leisure topics.
For example, Socrates, Descartes, Spinoza, Leibniz, Locke, and Marx.
The Charms class with Gryffindor was definitely not exciting.
There was no conflict between the students of the two colleges; with the "freshman" buff that came with the start of the semester,
The first-year wizards of Gryffindor were not as unconventional as their predecessors.
"Is everyone here? I'm going to start taking attendance." Professor Flitwick had a habit during class...
That means we have to call out names one by one according to the roll call list.
He would call out the name of every young wizard, making it increasingly difficult to skip class. However, most of the first-year wizards had not yet developed this habit.
In the first Charms class a few days ago, Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, like Professor McGonagall, used his unique style to generate a strong interest in the Charms class among everyone.
Professor Flitwick's "dancing of all the furniture and books in the room" received far more enthusiastic applause than Professor McGonagall's incredibly spectacular leopard transformation.
All the students were eager to begin their Charms class, which greatly enhanced their learning experience, a stark contrast to Professor Snape, whose Potions class always received zero applause.
Snape may have thought his opening remarks were cool and attractive, but his imposing manner and tone of voice only made people remember the "idiot" words he used.
"In our previous classes, we learned some theories about spells. I think everyone has remembered to practice the correct pronunciation as I instructed after school."
Compared to the professors who taught other courses, Professor Frivius was so short that he had to stand on a pile of books to reach the table when he lectured.
"The Illumination Charm is one of the greatest spells created in the last century. It is simple and practical, and can even play a certain auxiliary role when dealing with some special creatures."
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"Fluorescent lights!"
Professor Flitwick's voice was high-pitched, but his incantations were clear and precise. He recounted the history of the Illumination Charm and then demonstrated its use to the audience.
Each pronunciation was clear and articulated.
It looks like they're teaching kindergarten students to speak.
"It's very important to remember how to wave your wand and the correct pronunciation of the spell. When you first enrolled, I saw some students use some really impressive light spells."
As he spoke.
Professor Flitwick looked at his own house with a rare fondness in his eyes. "Especially you, Mr. Prince. Your Illumination Charm impressed me greatly. Besides the immense magic that illuminated most of the Black Lake that night, you also demonstrated extremely advanced skills in your recent encounter with the other houses."
Despite Professor Flitwick's seemingly impartial and selfless dean, he is actually quite protective of his own. The phrase "exchange ideas" is a masterpiece of linguistic artistry.
"You flatter me. Actually, my level is just so-so." Ian was embarrassed by Professor Flitwick's eloquence. After all, thanks to the Weasley brothers' enthusiastic recitation, all the young wizards present had heard the story of "Marcus's urination in the Great Corridor and the wizards trapped in the sacred fire."
"That's excessive modesty."
Professor Flitwick was very happy to showcase the excellence of Ravenclaw wizards to the other houses. "Perhaps you could help me demonstrate the standard application of the Illumination Charm to everyone."
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A reasonable request.
Ian sensed that this would be a plus.
"Fluorescent lights!"
Ian immediately raised his elder wand and lit up his most frequently used spell in the classroom. The light emanating from the tip of the wand was even brighter than the sunlight outside.
The conspicuous, deliberate design made it difficult for anyone to look directly at Ian, as if he were glowing—Ian even had patterns of light covering his body. It was only because the young wizards present hadn't seen Ultraman that they would have exclaimed that Ultraman truly existed.
"That's amazing!"
"Am I blind? I can't see anything!"
A series of exclamations rang out.
Ian extinguished the light at the tip of his wand in satisfaction.
"Wasn't Marcus Flint scared to death by a green light? It's said you invented the 'Peeing Curse',"
That day, it was said that Marcus Flint had clogged the Hogwarts sewers with his urine. The little wizard who made the sound came from the Gryffindor area, and perhaps the story of Marcus has been rewritten.
That's still an Illumination Charm, child. Disorientation is quite useful in duels, but that's not something we're going to learn in this lesson.
That requires you to master advanced techniques of silent spellcasting in the future, while also ensuring that the spells you chant are not interfered with by the incantations you intend to cast.
Professor Flitwick told the young wizards in a very tactful way that this was a very difficult task.
He had clearly overlooked the fact that a first-year wizard could not possibly understand such intricacies.
"I want to learn!"
"I also have a Slytherin enemy—I think he'd be scared to death by me too."
"Can't we just look?"
Faced with curious and inquisitive eyes, Professor Flitwick couldn't very well discourage the young wizards' enthusiasm for learning, so he gave Ian, one of his students, a meaningful look.
Ian has high emotional intelligence; he understood immediately.
Without saying a word, he raised his wand and cast a spell.
Silent spellcasting.
A green light suddenly appeared.
Like Gatling guns, they were numerous, illuminating the entire classroom while hitting every young wizard on the forehead, though most of them didn't even have time to react.
"So cool!"
"So cool!"
"I spent the whole day playing with my friends!"
The green light that illuminated the entire room earned Ian applause.
The young wizards, caught up in their excitement, probably didn't see that just as the green light on Ian's wand lit up, Professor Flitwick was so startled he almost jumped off the podium.
"Ravenclaw gets five points, that's truly outstanding—a magical disguise." Fortunately, Professor Flitwick recognized it in time as an illumination charm.
His heart was pounding wildly, and he secretly wiped away sweat. There was no way around it; it was just too realistic, the colors...
For the rest of the class, Professor Flitwick would occasionally glance at Ian.
His gaze was indescribable.
weird.
Until the end of get out of class.
Professor Flitwick watched as Ian left the classroom amidst the chattering crowd, chattering incessantly with the other young wizards. He hesitated, wanting to raise his hand as if to say something.
However, they ultimately did not leave Ian alone.
"Severus, yes, he must have met him at Severus's place—" Professor Flitwick muttered to himself as he walked back to his office.
It was as if he had finally found a reason to put his mind at ease.
"Study! Evenings are the time for alchemy!"
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Ian was unaware that Professor Flitwick was being somewhat paranoid about him, which prevented him from successfully completing his language study session at noon. However, he did have a very pleasant conversation with the Bronze Eagle.
I guess I did get some relaxation.
There's definitely no need for remedial classes; after all, language learning is just a pastime or a form of relaxation.
Compared to the various languages that he certainly won't need in the short term, Ian is still facing some bottlenecks in preparing his first original alchemical creation, which is unprecedented and will never be repeated.
He needed more alchemical knowledge to enrich his mind and improve his alchemical proficiency and even his level. Therefore, after dealing with his classmates after class, Ian went straight to the library.
"The door is finally open."
Ian was somewhat relieved that he still trusted Mrs. Pince's conscience, even though she had been absent from work for a long time at noon, it was clear that she did not intend to be absent for the whole day.
The brightly lit library had only a handful of people, far fewer than usual. Perhaps after what happened at noon, everyone assumed the library wouldn't be open to the public all day.
"I need to find a way to solve the problem of excessive residue generated by alchemical creations." Ian began flitting between the regular and restricted sections of the library, flipping through various books.
The problem he encountered is one that many people might ask for help with online: how can he dispose of a goat's carcass without anyone noticing that he has slaughtered a goat weighing over 100 pounds?
Ian's answer was his own original creation—the Bone-Crushing and Ash-Scattering Box.
At least in his own opinion, this would definitely be a return gift that Aurora would like. A brilliant idea that could automatically gnaw on goat meat, grind goat bones, and simply slip into his pocket when not in use.
Who wouldn't love it?
"The remaining ash must be less than the Fiendfire, otherwise the Bones-Crushing-to-Ashes Box would lose its purpose." Ian kept searching for solutions in various alchemy books.
The Fifth Element
The Realm of God: Creating Something from Nothing
Exploring Alchemy with the Masters
Got nothing.
Perhaps because Ian's idea was too ahead of its time, similar methods were not mentioned in many books. Just as he was somewhat regretful and preparing to consult his teacher Morgan the next night.
"I've watched you flip through dozens of books. From what you've read, I get the feeling you're looking for a way to transform matter into nothingness? To be honest, that's actually harder than what some fraudulent alchemists call creating something from nothing. Perhaps you could try transforming matter into another common thing."
"For example, turning into air, or turning into soil—" Suddenly, just as Ian was standing in front of the bookshelf flipping through books, a magnetic male voice unexpectedly rang in his ear.
Someone is approaching.
Ian turned his head.
A book was handed to me.
Alchemy Unlocked: The Connections Between Everything
It is an ancient work.
The signature is still Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of Hogwarts, the one who taught Ian his great skills.
"Thanks."
Ian took the book handed to him and looked up at the person on the other end of the line—a man with a full head of golden, wavy hair and an exaggerated smile that stretched his cheeks wide.
He is... Gilderoy Lockhart!
[ps: Debt extension, tomorrow]