r18novel Chapter 246, Section 245: Aurora and Ian
Chapter 246, Section 245: Aurora and Ian
Chapter 246, Section 245: Aurora and Ian
Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts, dinnertime was a lively affair, with long tables laden with a sumptuous meal and golden candlelight flickering, illuminating the faces of every wizard.
The air was filled with the enticing aroma of delicious food.
At this point in time, everyone was extremely relaxed, and the joke Ron made at the Gryffindor long table earlier became a topic of discussion.
The Weasleys didn't seem to mind, and the twins even mimicked their brother choking—in fact, they had initially shown concern for Ron.
However, since Ron had already choked for the sixth time, his family's "love" had become somewhat numb, and Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley was even ashamed to talk about his little brother who was a reincarnation of a starving ghost.
"This plan has potential."
Ian didn't care about Ron's diet or health; he was only interested in the family behind Harry Potter. He was already plotting how to use Potter to lure Lily Evans out.
Well, how should I put it?
Ever since Ian learned that Lily Evans was a member of the Hall of Souls, he had been very curious about what was going on with her. Logically speaking, she should have died on the night Voldemort fell.
Moreover, Lily Evans's name should be changed to Lily Potter... All these questions not only piqued Ian's curiosity, but also made him feel that it was a key clue to unraveling the mystery of the Soul Palace.
The Big Bad Wolf spirit placed in the House of Requirement looks pretty useless; it's just an "apprentice." The chances of using it to lure out of the Soul Palace or find the Soul Palace are really slim.
But Lily Evans is different. Based on what we learned from the Duke and Duchess, Lily Evans should at least be a mid-level talent in the Soul Hall.
Such a person certainly knows far more about the Hall of Souls than the "apprentice" Big Bad Wolf, and Harry Potter is absolutely the most suitable bait to lure out Lily Evans.
of course.
The premise is that Lily Evans is also lurking in this era. Even if Lily Evans and James Potter's relationship broke down after their deaths, Harry Potter is still 100% certain that he is her child. Lily Evans couldn't possibly be indifferent to her child. The love magic that Harry Potter was given shows that his mother truly loved him.
Therefore.
If the Lily Evans mentioned by the Duke is indeed Harry Potter's mother, then for members of the Soul Palace who have the power to travel through time, the probability of them checking on their child from time to time is not small. Ian felt that his plan to use Lily to find Harry Potter and thus learn about the Soul Palace had a high success rate.
"Porter."
Ian muttered to himself, his voice almost drowned out by the clamor of conversation in the Great Hall. He was pondering how to persuade Harry Potter to do him a small favor.
"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"
A series of sneezes suddenly erupted from the teachers' table. The noise was actually quite mild, and most of the young wizards wouldn't have been drawn to it.
however.
Who made Ian's senses so incredibly sharp, legendary and extraordinary? He immediately noticed his uncle's sneeze and marveled that this might be some kind of peculiar magic? Hmm, like some kind of pure, innocent intuition like "I can always sense people in a crowd who harbor ill intentions towards you"?
"That's outrageous."
Ian looked away.
He noticed that his uncle became very alert and looked around after sneezing. Perhaps as a senior wizard, he was extremely vigilant and felt that the sneeze was a bit strange, so his eyes began to quickly scan the hall, trying to find the source of any malice.
Because the reaction was a beat too slow.
Snape did not notice Ian looking at him.
"Strange, I shouldn't have caught a cold." Snape frowned, looking around with his signature gloomy expression, his black eyes sweeping over every face like searchlights.
He did not detect any malicious stares.
But when he saw Ian and Harry huddled together, his brows furrowed even more, and his lips pressed into a thin line, as if he couldn't stand the scene.
In the end, he merely snorted and continued to work on the food on his plate. However, his gaze kept drifting to the little wizard who had taken over the Slytherin table, as he forcefully stabbed a piece of meat with his fork, seemingly venting his dissatisfaction or perhaps his disapproval.
at this time.
Ian was also eating.
He scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes, watched the butter slowly melt in the steam, and then put it in his mouth. True food lovers can always capture the best moment of food.
What?
What if I missed it?
Of course, it was a matter of casting a spell to restore it to its most delicious state—this operation not only stunned Harry Potter, but also left Aurora, who was standing next to him, somewhat speechless.
of course.
Knowing that it would be pointless to speak, Aurora ultimately remained silent.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Harry Potter, however, couldn't help but ask.
"It's just a small trick. You'll be able to do it once you've learned advanced Transfiguration, mastered the knowledge in 'The Deception of Time,' and have magic powers similar to Professor Snape."
Ian blinked and continued eating his buttered mashed potatoes.
"??????"
Harry Potter was completely baffled.
Although he didn't know what level of skill was considered advanced Transfiguration, and had never heard of the book "The Deception of Time," he did know that Snape was the headmaster of Hogwarts.
Can a spell that requires a wizard of the Dean level to practice be called a trivial trick? To be honest, Harry Potter wanted to complain, but then he thought that even Voldemort was afraid of the young wizard in front of him, so he thought that perhaps Ian was not showing off, but simply did not understand the learning speed and level of ordinary people.
He stared at the spoon that Ian was using to change the shape of the food.
This was a sudden thought that came to mind.
"Ron would be perfect for this kind of magic, then he wouldn't have to worry about choking on his food." It's unexpected that the savior Harry Potter would still cross paths with Ron.
It's just unclear what kind of intersection it is... There's always some explanation for the corrective power of fate, but it's clear that Harry Potter's life is unlikely to return to its original trajectory.
Look at the situation of the Iron Triangle. He should have been the core of the trio, but now he has become the fourth member outside the trio. I don't know if this is good or bad for Mr. Savior.
"Without the threat of Voldemort... it's actually a kind of happiness, isn't it?" Ian pondered whether a bootleg Voldemort should appear at Hogwarts. He felt that an overly peaceful life wasn't necessarily a good thing for Harry Potter, and it certainly wasn't something he was still thinking about seducing Lily.
of course.
If we can really fish out Lily.
Ian thought his good uncle probably wouldn't mind making a cameo appearance as the Dark Lord.
Yes, yes, yes!
This is absolutely the opportunity for the Third Generation to ascend the throne!
Ian felt his mind suddenly opened up, and just as he was pondering how to proceed, Harry Potter hesitated before asking him again.
"Ian, do you know how Malfoy is doing now?" Harry Potter had actually wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he hadn't found a suitable opportunity to ask.
As Malfoy's roommate.
He certainly wouldn't overlook Malfoy's disappearance.
Compared to his classmates, Harry Potter, who knew exactly what had happened that night, would certainly not believe the official explanation that Malfoy had temporarily left the school because of family matters.
He knew very well that something terrible must have happened to Malfoy, which made him feel very guilty. He believed that the accident that happened to Malfoy was likely related to his own situation.
Therefore.
Even though Harry Potter didn't like his roommate very much, he still wanted to find out if Malfoy was still alive. The last thing he wanted to see was that he had caused Malfoy's death.
Regarding this issue...
Ian didn't know how to answer. He felt that Dumbledore would definitely not want the news about Malfoy and Riddle to spread, and if he told Harry Potter what had happened, it would be almost the same as telling the whole school—anyone familiar with Mr. Saviour knew that he couldn't keep secrets.
It's not that I don't want to be conservative.
Rather, they simply lack the talent to keep secrets.
Thinking about this...
After weighing the options, Ian decided to try and fool the savior.
"Mr. Potter, you're lucky, really, very lucky." Ian looked up and gave a meaningful smile. His eyes had an unusual luster in the candlelight.
It is full of profound emotions.
"What?"
Harry swallowed hard, puzzled.
"What I mean is, you're very lucky..." Ian paused deliberately, leaning forward slightly, using some psychological techniques to make the fork tip tap the edge of the plate lightly.
"But some people are not as lucky as you."
He deliberately lowered his voice, just like others when they were being mysterious. As a young wizard who often dealt with riddle tellers, Ian learned this tone with ease.
"Gurgle~"
This is not.
Harry Potter was stunned.
His Adam's apple bobbed noticeably, and he swallowed unconsciously. His pupils behind his glasses contracted sharply, and his fingers gripped the edge of his robe without his noticing.
This is clearly a reaction of extreme tension.
"I don't understand."
Harry's voice was barely audible. Ian's words sounded like a riddle, or perhaps a hint, causing his thoughts to wander uncontrollably.
"Let's eat. The raspberry pudding is pretty good today." Ian just smiled, picked up his cutlery again, and continued eating, leaving Harry alone lost in his own thoughts.
really.
Being a riddle solver can be quite fun sometimes.
It's full of the perverse pleasure of manipulating other people's emotions.
Ian began to understand.
Just then, Snape, having finished his meal, suddenly stood up, his black robes billowing behind him like bat wings. He strode toward the Slytherin table and stopped in front of Harry.
"Harry... Pott."
Snape's voice was somewhat sarcastic, "Looks like you have nothing better to do than eat in peace. Perfect, I need a test subject to help me refine some dangerous research."
He deliberately emphasized the word "danger" to scare Harry Potter, and the Savior was indeed frightened and took several steps back.
"Come to my office. Now."
Snape did not give Harry Potter a chance to refuse.
"I want to be a guinea pig!"
Harry looked at Ian in horror, but the latter simply shrugged and continued eating his pudding. Then, Snape grabbed Harry Potter by the collar of his robes like a chick and carried him toward the front door.
"Let me go!"
Harry Potter's struggle was not intense; he merely flailed his arms wildly in the air—after all, he was a Slytherin and lacked the confidence to attend Gryffindor.
"Good uncle, you're really good at scaring people." Ian certainly didn't think Snape wanted to harm Harry Potter; he knew Snape just enjoyed the thrill of scaring Harry Potter.
"He was really scared by you just now."
Aurora lightly wiped her mouth with a napkin, revealing the perverse sense of humor shared by Ian and Snape.
"I'm just telling the truth." Ian poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice, the liquid turning an eerie orange-red in the glass, clearly indicating that the house-elves in the kitchen were up to something again.
"Actually, I'm planning to give Snape a surprise." Ian tried to talk to his good friend about "Lily," but Aurora was clearly not interested in his idea.
"What was that magic this afternoon? It wasn't normal magic." The German girl was more concerned about the creature she had witnessed that afternoon, a creature that only appears in "spiritual vision."
"Forehead……"
Ian's previously enthusiastic expression suddenly froze.
"Is it considered a spontaneous disease?"
He spoke with an uncertain tone.
"??????"
Aurora was completely bewildered.
"It's probably like how you girls feel uncomfortable for a few days every month. It's all due to internal reasons. Yes, that's right. I also have some unspeakable secrets in this regard." Ian mainly didn't know how to bring up the fact that he might have been a bird in the past.
"You bastard..."
Aurora stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly, "What you're saying is getting more and more outrageous. If I didn't know you weren't sick, I'd suggest you get your head checked."
She genuinely struggled to grasp Ian's abstract metaphors.
"More than that, I'd like to know how you recognized Jormungandr? That's not a creature that an ordinary wizard could recognize," Ian tried to change the subject.
however.
His choice of topic was clearly inappropriate.
All I saw was...
Aurora's eyes were fixed on him, her heterochromatic pupils flashing with a dangerous light.
"You owe me a perfect Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson," she said, emphasizing each word, clearly still bothered by the afternoon's teaching mishap, "and don't expect me to answer any of your questions until then."
Perhaps this afternoon's substitute teaching assignment was something that Aurora really cared about.
Ian scratched the back of his head.
"It was all an accident, an accident."
He could only respond with an awkward laugh.
"An accident?" Aurora snorted, standing up and straightening her robes. "An accident won't cause a third of the classroom to disappear, leaving me alone to do the repairs."
Done.
She put down her knife, stood up, and left the hall, her platinum blonde hair flowing behind her. Ian watched her retreating figure, feeling a twitching sensation in his right eyelid.
"Oh, women!"
Ian was always a bit lost on understanding what the opposite sex was thinking. He watched Aurora's figure gradually disappear, and finally turned his attention back to the food on his plate.
"Ptooey! It's not a potato! It's ginger!"
The promised curry beef.
The house-elves hadn't expected to let assassins in. The little wizard felt like he'd suddenly become much unlucky after offending Aurora.
It seems there have been similar situations before.
I don't know if it's a coincidence.
(End of this chapter)