r18novel Chapter 100, Page 99: Extraordinary Trait! The Hogwarts Treasure!
Chapter 100, Page 99: Extraordinary Trait! The Hogwarts Treasure!
A house that grants every request.
Ian kept holding his highly problematic parchment, spying on Snape's movements. He saw that after Snape returned to his office, he wandered around the office without leaving Hogwarts.
"That's clearly mine! Mine! Don't you think so!" After Snape left, Ian pulled out the Dementor again, using the Dementor, which couldn't refute him with words, as his confidant—the Dementor, who wasn't interested at all, just stood there like a lackey, constantly making sucking sounds.
It sounded like the gurgling of a dying person, and to Ian it sounded like phlegm in their throat.
It's unclear whether it's trying to absorb the little wizard's emotions and soul.
"That wicked Snape! He must be trying to claim my work as his own, register a patent, and open a shop to sell it. I shouldn't have mentioned that it would sell better than Potter's shampoo!" Ian said indignantly, feeling that Snape must be jealous of the talent he inherited from his teacher, Morgan.
The Infinite Power Potion, a product that transcends time, is known to everyone as a recipe capable of creating a wealthy family. Of course, the prerequisite is that the owner must be able to keep this wealth-generating formula.
In Ian's view
Snape's previous threat was probably because he was worried that the families that monopolized various industries in the world of the mortals would take action to persecute them. The pure-blood families must have done a lot of bad things behind the scenes to maintain their glory for so many years.
Don't let the fact that these spoiled brats from these families seem like a bunch of fools at Hogwarts fool you; when it comes to doing the most shameless things, they might be even more ruthless than Tom Riddle in his noseless state. Recalling Snape's slightly panicked expression earlier, Ian felt that those families might be far more wicked than he had imagined.
"Even a Potions Master fears those families, which clearly proves that no matter how good you are at potions or alchemy, it can't compare to the power of Truth in your hands to unleash a 'big melon' warning." Ian was naturally reluctant to give up the potential benefits of the Infinite Power Potion, as it wasn't just a matter of Galleons, but also an honor of being inducted into the Chocolate Card Hall of Fame.
As an ambitious wizarding apprentice, Ian's dream is to be inducted into the Chocolate Hall of Fame, so that he can just lie at home and collect royalties until his hands are sore.
Add to that the development of various related products, and the occasional autobiography—Gallron truly nurtures people, but to defend Galleon does indeed require considerable strength. Gilderoy Lockhart, now seemingly nowhere to be found, has ultimately fulfilled some of the roles a professor should play.
He showed Ian that if you only have fame and money, you'll become a sitting duck, easily replaced by some random old man named Deng.
Looking at the luxury goods in Grindelwald's office, including expensive premium black tea and custom-made snacks, Ian didn't believe Grindelwald was spending his own money. Ever since he was drafted, Ian had learned his lesson and kept an eye on Grindelwald's movements.
I don't know what strange method this old guy used, but the name marked on the Marauder's Map is always Gilderoy Lockhart instead of Gellert Grindelwald.
Ian suspected that his map might have been manipulated by Gilderoy Grindelwald during his signature at the library, using some special method that Grindelwald had failed to detect despite repeated testing. This was the most reasonable guess; it couldn't possibly be that Grindelwald tampered with the "servers" of the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance, could it?
"He actually brought back a bunch of centaurs from Grindelwald's office—" Ian saw seven or eight small black dots in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
He wondered how such a small office could possibly fit so many centaurs. He glanced at the wicked Snape, confirming that Snape hadn't gone to the wizarding world under cover of darkness to register the patent for the potion. His good uncle had been sitting in the same spot for quite some time now without moving an inch.
It depends on the location.
He probably fell asleep in his office chair?
"It seems I was judging the half-blood prince by my own standards. I understand now. Uncle Snape was just trying to motivate me. He probably thought this would encourage me to study magic more diligently." Ian pondered Snape's motives for warning him again, and finally realized the truth after slapping the dementor's head.
As a professor and headmaster hired by Hogwarts, Snape disregarded the fact that the library's contents were Hogwarts' property and even encouraged Ian to find and destroy the original recipe. How could this not be a prelude to achieving an industry monopoly in the future?
The Infinite Power Potion clearly benefits Aurors and wizards, and has sufficient applications in many areas. Ian doesn't believe Snape could really dismiss such an industry with disdain.
It was simply because he felt Ian wasn't strong enough, and even with him, they couldn't defend against the pure-blood family that would try to seize it. Ian repeatedly pondered Snape's warning before he left.
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that it must be true.
"Interest moves people's hearts. Snape's words actually had a hidden meaning. Although he said he didn't want to die and I didn't want to die either, what he really meant was that our power was too weak to handle this formula." Ian's eyes were full of understanding. He immediately hid the Dementor that kept twitching and walked quickly to the door of the Room of Requirement.
It was already late at night.
The corridor on the eighth floor was deserted.
Even the direction of the headmaster's office was completely dark and quiet. Ian hadn't seen Albus Dumbledore on his Marauder's Map for two days. Perhaps this was the advantage of being the headmaster—he could skip work whenever he wanted, and no one dared to ask where Dumbledore had gone.
To deliver Ariana's letter, Ian had inquired about Dumbledore's whereabouts from passing professors and ghosts more than once. Grindelwald might know, but Ian was reluctant to be alone with him. The latter's magical instruction was indeed excellent, but who knew if he'd be conscripted again?
The boxes are a minor issue.
What if Grindelwald makes him shovel manure for the horsemen?
"I need a room to practice dark magic, I need a room to practice dark magic—" Ian silently made another wish on the eighth-floor corridor. He felt that Snape's worries were not without reason, but he also firmly believed that as long as he worked hard and showed Snape that he was strong enough to protect the wealth brought by the Infinite Power Potion, Snape would definitely not continue to hinder his plan to get rich.
"Where is my dark magic practice room?"
Ian turned the doorknob of the Room of Requirement again, only to find that the Room of Requirement did not respond to his wish. What he saw was still the same Potions classroom that had not changed.
Unconvinced, Ian tried again.
The House of Requirement remained as steadfast as ever, unchanged—perhaps this violated some taboo regarding its use, hence the House of Requirement did not respond to Ian's request.
"Give me a room where I can gain a deeper understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts, critically examine the use of Dark Magic from an educator's perspective, and help people better understand the dangers of Dark Magic." Ian, unwilling to give up, had only tried it on a whim, but to his surprise, the Room of Requirement actually responded.
Its concept of order was more flexible than Ian had imagined, giving him an enormous training ground, or rather, a large, single-level room that resembled the lair of an evil dark wizard.
The interior design of this place is full of dark and eerie elements. In addition to the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, there are also many alchemical dolls that can be used to practice magic.
Before Ian could even curiously examine the inscriptions on the surface of the alchemical dolls after stepping inside, several of them opened their eyes and launched an attack on him.
They don't have magic.
But it possesses the speed of a leopard and the strength of a bear—from the patterns and inscriptions engraved on the doll.
Ian could roughly tell that these puppets incorporated some animal abilities.
"The feel of magic attacks is almost identical to that of real people!"
Despite the sudden attack, Ian remained calm. He raised his hand and unleashed a complex spell, "Eight-Part Light Wheel," which sliced the alchemical doll in front of him into eight neat pieces.
Ian saw Snape's previous threats as a special form of training to motivate him to become stronger. Therefore, he felt he couldn't let Snape's efforts go to waste; he had to live up to expectations and master reliable magic like Avada Kedavra and Shadowstrike, magic that would earn Snape's approval.
You will feel safe.
[Divine Sharpness Proficiency +5]
[Illumination Charm Proficiency +3]
Although the glowing Divine Edge of Shadows loses its stealth, it brings a double boost to proficiency. There's a reason why Ian likes to study compound magic.
[Divine Sharpness Proficiency +5]
[Illumination Charm Proficiency +3]
[Divine Sharpness Proficiency +5]
[Illumination Charm Proficiency +3]
After the alchemical dolls that launched the attack were cut into pieces, they gradually sank into the ground as if they were sinking into a quagmire. A few seconds later, brand new alchemical dolls emerged from their original positions.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Ian was really going all out this time. A burst of green light shot out and struck a charlatan in the chest. The charlatan fell to the ground but did not immediately sink into the earth.
Its body was covered with green patterns of varying shades, a demonstration of the Killing Curse's process of destroying life. Ian thought the Room of Requirement might be reacting latently, responding to his first wish—what a wonderful training room! Even the various obstacles around it would automatically repair themselves after being smashed.
Thinking of Professor Arthur King's outrageous request, Ian became genuinely interested in the Room of Requirement. Such an alchemical creation was definitely made by combining various aspects of magic.
[Killing Curse Proficiency +13]
[Killing Curse Proficiency +21]
[Killing Curse Proficiency +11]
Of course, now is not the time to ponder who created the Room of Requirement. Faced with alchemical dolls whose magic resistance seemed to increase with each "resurrection," Ian also developed a considerable interest in these dolls, perhaps he had truly stumbled upon a treasure room by sheer chance.
"Since I'm not afraid of damage, then let's try this—" Ian's wand shone brightly. Ever since his near-mishap in Hogwarts, he hadn't continued studying his [Incendiary Curse] techniques.
The knowledge he gained there meant that his first original spell was almost completed before he even enrolled in school.
now.
Having gained a deeper understanding of magic, Ian felt it was time to complete it. Magic surged within him, and Ian, carrying his newfound understanding of wizardry, began his attempt.
"bring it on!"
Accompanied by Ian's casting of a spell.
Flaming hair.
surging.
The golden flames shone with the luster of the sun, and more than a dozen alchemical puppets, along with all the surrounding obstacles and black magic restraints, were instantly swallowed up by this terrifying power.
Level 8 magic power.
It is an intensity that is about to reach the limits of human potential.
In the firelight.
On Ian's system panel, he saw a label for an unnamed magic spell.
"It was completed in one go—good, good, let me think of a name for it."
Wave the magic wand.
The sea of fire dissipated.
Ian saw the alchemical doll that had been burned to a crisp, and then looked around at the walls and the scorched earth-like floor. The huge training ground, now a mess, had become a ruin.
"The Journey of Blazing Flames"
The practice field conjured by the House of Requirement began to repair itself automatically.
Ian also named his first spell on his personal panel. But when the spell's name was fixed on his personal panel, Ian discovered something he hadn't expected.
【Journey of Flames (Level 7) 1/1600】
Perhaps because he understood that magic was different from learning other people's magic, this spell that Ian comprehended actually started with a proficiency level of 7.
It has clearly surpassed the proficiency of other spells, becoming the most powerful spell closest to the [Legendary Trait], which also means that it has possessed an [Extraordinary Trait] from the moment it was born.
Soul Forge
A simple name.
It has a simple description: ignite the soul and draw magic power.
"Hiss~"
Ian gasped as he looked at the description of the extraordinary characteristics displayed on the [Journey of the Blazing Sun]. Although the description was simple, the power he sensed was anything but.
"A living person instantly turns into a golden apple?!"
Ian had always known that the extraordinary qualities awakened by magic were extremely powerful, but he still underestimated the weight contained in the term "extraordinary qualities".
This is already the case at level five.
If he were to level up to ten and obtain the [Legendary Trait], Ian couldn't even imagine how awesome that would be. He felt that the things he had awakened were simply against the common sense of the wizarding world.
"Unfortunately, this spell places a heavy burden on magical energy. If the magical energy weakens to a certain extent, it will go out of control." Ian walked out of the House of Requirement with regret.
immediately.
He turned the doorknob again and regretfully walked into the familiar old classroom.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
The fire is burning.
The medicine is being simmered.
The stack of crucibles was re-erected.
This is Ian's way of making up for his regrets.
Since Snape had already destroyed a large portion of Ian's life force, he could only skip flying class the next day during Snape's class time to go to Snape's office to make a purchase.
This time he was smarter; not only did he not leave any money, but he also took a lot of other materials to confuse the issue.
At first glance.
Snape would only think he'd been robbed—Ian spent the whole day still unable to find Dumbledore, and finally mustered the courage to ask Aurora to inquire with Grindelwald for him.
My grandfather said Dumbledore went out to play with his outstanding graduates and would be back before Halloween.
"Did you need to see him about something urgent in the last few days?"
Aurora, as always, was reliable and provided Ian with the right answer.
"It's not a big deal."
Ian actually carried Ariana's two letters with him every day. He really wished Dumbledore could be a little more dedicated. How could a headmaster go out to play with graduates on a weekday? Even packages that are delayed at the courier station have to pay a demurrage fee. The more Ian thought about it, the angrier he became. He hadn't even received the compensation from those pure-blood families yet!
"My grandfather said that he could provide the same help as Dumbledore," Aurora said, sensing Ian's emotions. She then spoke up while fiddling with the equipment next to Ian.
"He can't help me with this." Ian was also fiddling with the equipment. He wanted to capture Dumbledore's expression as he read the letter. He didn't think Grindelwald would give the reaction he wanted.
"Could you help me debug this?"
Seeing Aurora's thoughtful expression, Ian asked her for help, and his good friend, of course, readily helped him adjust the astronomical instruments in front of him.
First-year wizards have one evening astronomy class each week, which requires them to go to the highest tower of Hogwarts. They don't need any specific textbooks, just a quill and parchment. Don't be fooled by the fact that this class seems obscure; it's actually a compulsory course for Hogwarts students until their fifth year.
Slytherins will also be taking this class with Ravenclaws, which is somewhat different from what Ian had previously known. The professor in charge of teaching this course is named Aurora Sinestadt, a rare black witch who also shares the same name as Aurora Grindelwald.
of course.
This professor is only highly accomplished in astronomy; in terms of research and expertise in divination and prophecy, he may not be comparable to the exceptionally gifted Grindelwald family. This is evident from Professor Sinister's high praise for the Grindelwald family's prophetic talent from the very beginning of his classes.
She seemed completely unconcerned about mentioning the family, and under her eloquent explanation, Ian and many other young wizards learned a great deal they had never known before. After all, this wasn't a British family; even children from pure-blood families knew only a few bits and pieces of Gellert Grindelwald's story.
"This professor actually put your family in the same category as the Trelawney family? Good heavens, were your ancestors some famous priests who served the sun god or some other god?" Ian knew about Cybill Trelawney, the divination teacher at Hogwarts. She was a crazy woman who did indeed have the blood of a prophet.
Is the entire Harry Potter story just because of Sybil Trelawney's prophecy? A family of prophets who could make Voldemort feel worried and tempted must be quite influential.
"Actually, I don't know either. I only know that there were indeed a few prophets in our family history." Aurora blinked, as if she had just heard about this information herself.
"This must be the blessing of bloodline." Ian had studied "Origins of Bloodlines" and knew very well that all the characteristics that could be passed down were special factors hidden in the bloodline of wizards.
"Do you want to take a look?" Auro stretched out his fair arm, his eyes seemingly asking Ian if he wanted a taste, as if he didn't consider this special thing to be anything precious.
"We'll talk about it later, we'll talk about it later."
Ian was somewhat taken aback by Aurora's reaction. While the two of them were whispering to each other, Sinesta had already officially begun giving the young wizards their astronomy lesson.
"Our classes don't need magic wands, just enough patience and observation skills. Over the next five years, I will guide you to learn about different planets and their orbits."
"In the wizarding world, the workings of these planets have meaning. You will discover the mysteries of the universe here, and I think it's hard for anyone not to be captivated by that feeling."
The first lesson.
Professor Sinister first used a large model to teach the young wizards how to distinguish different planets, and then he had all the students use astronomical instruments to find the corresponding planets in the night sky.
To be fair, if you had to pick a course that most closely resembles a Muggle school, astronomy would be even closer than Muggle studies. This course doesn't involve any mysterious magic, nor any knowledge of divination or prophecy; it simply involves observing the stars in the sky using very old-fashioned instruments.
of course.
In a few years, it will become the foundation for learning divination, but the current learning process seems very boring to Ian, and it may become the second most important course in his mind after the history of magic.
Aurora was observing with great interest. While everyone was observing as required, Professor Sinister explained the knowledge that the young wizards needed to know.
"Perhaps among you are children from Muggle families, or half-breed wizards living in the Muggle world, but I sincerely hope that you will not connect Muggle astronomy with our astronomy too much, as the two differ in their ways of cognition and in how they view the most basic things."
"Take the planets in our solar system for example. Muggles have always believed there are nine planets, but we wizards only recognize eight. I don't think we're the ones who are wrong."
Professor Sinister's account was filled with confidence in wizards.
but.
Since it was late at night, and Professor Sinesta's tone didn't have that rap-like quality, quite a few little wizards, like Ian, kept yawning and getting sleepy.
This is a very demanding course.
As soon as get out of class ended, Ian rushed up the tower stairs—not because he was in a hurry to go back to sleep, but because he needed to find some ingredients for his potion.
Who doesn't need to carry some "infinite power" potions when they're out and about? Even though Snape wouldn't allow Ian to sell them, he still wanted to brew some as a trump card he might need.
of course.
To avoid being discovered by Snape, Ian even concocted an air purifier that could effectively filter the odor from the pre-brewing process of the Infinite Power Potion into the odor of the Invigorating Potion. However, the main problem was that the production was rushed, and Ian's skill level was not enough to create a purifier that could filter out colorless and odorless gas in a short time.
Just like when making a "bone-crushing and ashes-scattering box", the simplest way is to transform one substance into another without much change in quality.
"Hopefully Hagrid isn't asleep yet!"
Ian bid farewell to Aurora and headed straight for the secret passage. He navigated the path familiarly, slipped out of the school, and then dashed off towards Hagrid's hut. Perhaps Ian was unlucky; Hagrid's hut was dark, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or out patrolling the Forbidden Forest.
"I wonder if Hagrid has a bad temper when he wakes up."
Ian stood at the door for a moment, hesitating, preparing to try knocking. If it didn't work, he would come back tomorrow. However, before he could even raise his hand and knuckle to the wooden door...
"Prince! You've broken the school rules again!"
A familiar voice rang in my ears.
Just as Ian realized this was his angry, kind uncle, he felt someone appear behind him.
Then he was lifted up by the back of his neck by his long robe.
"This is the Forbidden Forest! How dare you sneak into such a dangerous area!" Snape was furious at Ian's behavior, and his loud roar almost caused dust to fly out.
"I just came here to play with Hagrid!" Ian really hadn't planned on going to the Forbidden Forest tonight; he just wanted some frog brains and other Forbidden Forest products.
"I knew Hagrid was behind this! He was expelled from school for breaking the rules, and now he's trying to get the young wizards to do the same!"
Snape was practically spitting out words through gritted teeth.
"Keep your voice down, don't let Hagrid hear you, he'll be sad." Ian quickly tried to raise his hand to cover Snape's mouth, but Snape, who was holding him, dodged away.
"That half-giant isn't here."
Snape gave a cold snort, his tone resolute.
Ian was somewhat disappointed by his words.
Snape clearly caught this expression.
"I won't allow you to play games with a giant here. Stay away from these guys; you should know that giants are among the most dangerous of the magical creatures."
"Not just Hagrid, any creature in the Forbidden Forest could kill you." Snape began to intimidate Ian, but Ian's eyes lit up immediately.
really!
Uncle Hao simply thinks he's not good enough!
Instead of forbidding it!
Just like the potion from before!
"Of course I can protect myself." Ian immediately decided to let Snape test his skills, so he took out his wand and cast a spell on a large tree not far away.
"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"
He still knew he shouldn't perform his modified version in front of the creators—an invisible blade flashed like a ghost, and a giant tree shattered into pieces.
"????"
Snape shuddered.
"Damn it! How much time do you spend studying dark magic every day?!" His voice was filled with disbelief, and the magic contained within the spell made his heart tremble.
"I just love the magic you invented!"
Ian immediately offered his best wishes.
however.
Snape, however, seemed completely unfazed, and instead grabbed Ian and strode quickly toward the castle.
"Damn Sorting Hat! It should be thrown into the cesspool! Prince, you evil dark wizard!" Snape, for some reason, began cursing the house's property and hurling insults at Ian.
Ian was about to defend himself when he noticed that Snape, who was carrying him, had a bulging waistband.
The large package was filled with all sorts of strangely shaped magical potion ingredients.
"Hiss~"
At that moment, Ian had another epiphany.
No wonder Snape was used to others stealing his medicinal herbs.
It turns out Snape himself was a repeat offender!
Leading by example!
The weather has been getting colder lately, and over the past few days, the young wizards' robes have started to become thicker, and some wizards in Gryffindor have even started selling heaters.
It wasn't some high-end alchemical creation; it was just a tiny flame sealed in an inexpensive bottle, offering the person holding it a touch of warmth and a touch of student-era fashion.
For just a few silver coins, one could enjoy comfort all winter long—a highly cost-effective option that crushed the heated underwear market that Ian had created at William's urging. Although William, as a distributor, sold fifteen or sixteen pairs, the total profit was even less than that of a single Marauder's Map from Ian.
"This is malicious competition by the twins! It's a price war that capital despises!"
The clash between two Galleons and five Silver Sickles reveals the poverty of the young wizards at Hogwarts and demonstrates that William was truly unsuitable to be Ian's alchemy advisor.
Ian even shamelessly asked Aurora to help him persuade the Slytherin students, but it was clear that even with Aurora's mobilization power, he only managed to sell four or five to Slytherin students.
The effect was even worse than Ian's interruption of GG in his own little class. It proved that even those Slytherin guys were not stupid rich tycoons.
Perhaps it's also because Ian's heated underwear can't be shown off anytime, anywhere?
Actually, Ian's work received pretty good feedback at Ravenclaw, but most of the young wizards, due to their lack of understanding of alchemy, were always worried that heating their underwear would burn their little wizards.
"It's all your fault! This is your Christmas present!" Ian, furious at being outmaneuvered by the twins in business, threw the rest of the heated underwear at William.
This was perhaps a beautiful fantasy in William's mind. He was overjoyed and even printed the images of several team players on his phone. He didn't know why his family would send him some strange things, including an old-fashioned printing press that could print animated images.
"You're also worried about your little William getting poisoned!"
Ian was highly skeptical of the quality of the old ink in the printing press, but he was willing to vouch for it with his own fourth-level alchemy, honed through studying Morgan's alchemy and tinkering with the puppets in the Room of Requirement.
The ink in the old printing presses had been stored for at least several decades.
"This is way better than Gryffindor's 'Portable Stove'." William's praise was absolutely genuine, because his love for these heated underwear was something the entire Ravenclaw community had already noticed. For several days in a row, he'd been wearing a pair of heated underwear over his head during class.
Of course, to avoid being laughed at, William would wear a knitted hat, but this only fooled the other houses and not the young Ravenclaw wizards. Michael would often privately speculate with others about whether William's big head or his small head was hotter.
It's clearly not cold enough yet to warrant wearing a knitted hat.
"His head is definitely hotter!"
The person who answered the question was the freckled boy who always paid his tuition with various snacks. He spoke with certainty. Others did not believe him, but Ian believed the boy's words without a doubt. Apart from William the White Monster, the Chocolate Frog Boy was the only customer who had bought two pairs of heated underwear from Ian.
Niche products may have a loyal following, but that cannot mask Ian's commercial failures.
His gloomy mood over the past few days was even noticed by Ravenclaw's bronze eagle.
"Why haven't you been chatting with me these past few days?" The bronze eagle's voice sounded a lot like Nana Mizuki's.
It rarely initiates conversations with the young wizards beyond asking questions.
"Because I've been very busy lately. I'm a student, and I need to study, don't I?" Ian had long known about the petty nature of this bronze eagle-headed creature, so his cautious answer was perfectly reasonable.
only.
There is little difference between a thousand-year-old alchemical artifact and a thousand-year-old woman.
"I saw you chatting happily with the other young wizards. Last night you spoke with twenty-three young wizards in the lounge and smiled at eleven little witches."
"If you were to save some of the 4,786 sentences you spoke to them, you could talk to me for half an hour." The bronze eagle head was clearly quite good at math.
Perhaps Ian deserves some credit.
This clearly became the stone he lifted to drop on his own foot. With no other option, in order to be able to return to sleep after his night out, Ian had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the ground, forced to "work."
"Let me see if anyone comes to arrest me."
Ian glanced around the lounge. In winter, everyone preferred to stay by the fireplace, and few young wizards were willing to leave the warm fire before class.
The twins' creation is merely a hand warmer; it certainly can't compare to a blazing fire.
What would you like to talk about today?
Ian asked Bronze Eagle a question, remaining constantly alert to the possibility of someone coming in or out. It wasn't that he wanted to do this, but recently, some senior wizards had started to find themselves constantly trapped outside.
There is a bounty in Ravenclaw for the person who corrupted the Bronze Falcon Head. Although Ian wanted to turn himself in and claim the bounty, he was still concerned about his good reputation in Ravenclaw.
"I'm fine with anything, you can talk about anything you want. I feel like I'm getting smarter and smarter since we started chatting, you're clearly giving me wisdom."
The bronze eagle's voice was very light and cheerful.
"Then let's talk about quantum mechanics."
Ian chose the topic.
He didn't actually know much about this field, but fortunately, the Bronze Eagle Head had absolutely no experience with it, so when he was stumped by questions, he could always brush them off by saying that it wasn't necessary to discuss that yet. Although he could make up some nonsense, it was still somewhat inappropriate to disrespect knowledge.
Time passed by, bit by bit.
Since Ian still didn't really want to attend his afternoon history of magic class, he went to Hagrid's to gather the herbs he needed, and then went back into the Room of Requirement to start brewing potions.
I was bored.
Ian then began studying his assistant again.
This Dementor, which was being forced to do various things by Ian but still felt confused about the situation, began to satisfy its hunger and instincts again because it had not received the latest task assigned by Ian. It stretched out its two hands, which looked like rotten things, to the little wizard in front of it.
"You want me to do your nails? All I know is how to put two dragon claws on you." Ian frowned as he stared at the Dementor's hands, assessing the difficulty of bioalchemy.
The Dementor didn't respond, its head looming closer. Its hood naturally slipped down its back, revealing a face that was only slightly better than the Faceless Man's, but devoid of eyes. Where eyes should have been, there was only a layer of peeling skin, like cicada wings covering the empty eye sockets.
"Giggle~"
The Dementor's hands had already gripped the little wizard's shoulders, but it found itself trembling and powerless, unable to lift the little wizard or pull him to its side.
"It would be convenient to install two eyeballs here—I wonder if Uncle Hao has any suitable eyes. Maybe I can get you two Golden Snitches to install." Ian still had the Dementor's hand on his shoulder. He felt that this Dementor was very friendly and obedient.
Even the Dementor, who was so careful when putting its arm around him, seemed to have a good nature. Because the Dementor's little mouth was twitching too frequently, the surrounding air temperature dropped several degrees. Ian, who had wrapped his robe tighter, slapped it without saying a word.
"Sound!"
The Dementor was stunned.
Her little mouth stopped moving.
"Stand still, don't disturb my research!" As soon as Ian finished speaking, the Dementor seemed to turn into a statue, and Ian still managed to pry open its eyelids and put his hand into its eye socket.
The twelve-foot-tall Dementor was like a small mountain in front of the young wizard. It was even taller than Hagrid, a half-giant, and Ian could fit his entire hand into the space where the eyes should have been.
"I really can't figure it out."
When Ian found that after he put his hand into the hole under the Dementor's eyelid, no matter which way he looked, he could only touch a void of gas that looked like smog.
The feel of the hand in the thick fog.
It was extremely cold and damp.
Supernatural beings have gone beyond the scope of scientific explanation.
More magical than magic itself.
"You wait here." Ian jogged towards the potion-making table, returned with a sharp knife, and the Dementor, which had no sight, visibly trembled a few times for some reason.
Unfortunately, it couldn't move.
"Where's my knife?" Ian shoved the dagger into the hole under the Dementor's eyelid, but when he reached in again, all he could touch was a cold, smoggy atmosphere.
Undeterred, he threw a few more things in, but to no avail. Ian was somewhat disappointed that the Dementors couldn't modify the Dementor Tinker Bell, so he couldn't obtain a portable storage space.
"However, if it can be fixed to these two sides, then two eyeballs can be installed." Ian thought that putting a few screws in the Dementors' eye sockets wouldn't attract the attention of animal protection associations.
"If they could fire Avada Kedavra from their left eye, the wizarding world might have its own Uchiha!" Ian lamented that he didn't have suitable materials to cybernetically modify the Dementors.
After fiddling with the Dementors for a while, making them tremble in fear, Ian finally succeeded in brewing the potion he wanted after several failed attempts to replicate Snape's actions—a mysterious blue color with an intoxicating luster.
I cleaned up the crucible.
Looking at the time, Ian realized there was still a long time before dinner. He surveyed the magical Room of Requirement and thought again of what the alchemy professor had said.
"I need a room where I can study the essence of you!" Ian made the wish on a whim, but he never expected that when he opened the Room of Requirement again...
He actually received a response from this room—the ancient castle room revealed to the power holder the secret hidden for thousands of years.
Countless inscriptions were scattered throughout the room, and among the gleaming inscriptions, a line of text caught Ian's attention. It was the House of Requirement's true name for many years.
Hufflepuff's Golden House.