Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 36: Oh, I don’t need to pretend

What does it take to create miracles?
Ian answered this question with a pen and dozens of hours.

The Potions textbooks for seven grades contained an astonishing amount of text, but with his compulsory education proficiency that he had not yet forgotten, he still managed to copy them completely word for word.

I even still have time to check my own typos.

"The sword is still young!"

Ian shook his sore arms, put down the quill that was almost forked in his hand, and looked up. The sun outside the house had not even set yet.

It is still early for another round of dreamlike illusions in the evening.

[Potion Mastery (Level 2): ​​23/200]

The high-intensity efforts not only allowed Ian to complete his goal ahead of schedule, but also brought him good gains in ability improvement. He now has a good accumulation in potion theory.

At least he is better than most first and second grade wizards. His only shortcoming may be that he has no practical experience. It will take him some time to get used to making potions.

"I hope I can practice brewing potions in this hazy dream."

Ian was looking forward to this dream, but at the same time, he was a little worried about his two friends who were going out exploring - there shouldn't be any possibility for a dead soul to die again?

"Crack, crack, crack~"

Ian felt a little hungry after writing intensively for a long time. He grabbed a few pieces of bread left over from yesterday and ate them like biscuits.

The taste is indescribable.

The Great Ying Empire is a well-known food desert, and the wizarding world is no exception to this difficult situation. Fortunately, Ian is not too particular about food.

Young people have good teeth.

Chewing on hard bricks is like grinding your teeth.

"According to the time, Hogwarts will start in four or five days."

With a bite of brick bread and a sip of spring water that had not yet been radiated, Ian sat outside the cabin and looked at the castle looming in the distance. He even felt that there was hope for the future.

As the sun gradually sets in the west.

The golden light also became softer and deeper.

"Lumos!"

Since the lighting spell was on the verge of being upgraded, Ian did not waste the time before going to bed. He lit his wand and began to brush up his skill proficiency.

[Lighting Spell (Level 2): ​​3/200]

Compared to those more special magics and the improvement of [Potion Mastery], the improvement speed of white magic such as [Illumination Spell] is slightly slower.

of course.

This was limited to Ian comparing himself to himself. With the leap in skill level, Ian could clearly feel an epiphany, and his understanding of the [Illumination Spell] immediately became much deeper.

"It's actually possible to do this!"

With his new understanding, Ian waved the fluorescent light in his hand, which had already become much brighter. The light at the tip of the wand actually began to change color.

red.

blue.

blue.

And there's the creepy green color... If I could further master the technique of silent casting, perhaps this most basic [Illumination Spell] could be used to impersonate the [Killing Curse] to scare others?
Ok.

Nice idea.

"But I already know the Killing Curse, so this effect is a bit useless..." Ian controlled the flow circuit of magic power, trying to create a light source that could at least temporarily escape from the top of the wand.

Not surprisingly.

He was not able to succeed.

The moment the light source left the tip of the wand, even though the magic circuit inside it was still running, it still collapsed due to the lack of stability of the wand.

"I'm still not proficient enough. Maybe I can try to imprint this circuit on an object like a magic wand. The stability problem should be improved."

Ian couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he thought of this.

He felt that his idea was somewhat familiar.

Think carefully.

Then he suddenly realized - isn't this the practice of alchemy?
"It's so uncomfortable! I almost started a sect!!"

Ian realizes he's missed his chance to be on the Chocolate Frog card.

He ran back unwillingly and flipped through the book.

as predicted.

The miracle didn't happen.

The original birth of alchemy was indeed based on a similar idea, and as early as several centuries ago, the wizarding world had invented alchemical instruments that could provide long-term illumination.

To this day, the family that invented that alchemical instrument still monopolizes the lighting equipment market in the wizarding world, just like all the shampoos on the wizarding world market come from the Potter family.

"Damn patent monopoly!"

Compared to missing the opportunity to invent alchemy, perhaps the most uncomfortable thing for Ian was not being able to make a fortune from the inspiration that came to him after upgrading his skills.

Full of gold galleons.

Just because I was born hundreds of years late, I missed the opportunity to meet him!
Is there anything that could make a poor person feel more indignant than this?

No!

"If I could learn some lost potion formulas or magic from Teacher Mara, I would also register for a patent and then lie in the Gringotts vault counting money every day!"

Go back inside the house.

Before falling asleep with a pile of notebooks in my arms.

Ian realized that he was still a vulgar person.

He doesn't just love money.

and.

He doesn't really hate patent monopoly, he just hates that it's not him who is monopolizing the patent.

……

“I am so conscious!”

Open your eyes again.

The magnificent palace was no different from the last time I entered the hazy fantasy.

The witch seemed to have been waiting long ago.

She was as cold and arrogant as ever, sitting on the unchanging bench, staring at Ian with an indescribable strange look...at the pile of notebooks in his hands.

"You certainly didn't disappoint me."

The witch's tone was filled with wonder.

"Ha, I did bring it in."

This was actually the first time that Ian tried to bring so many things into the misty fantasy. Fortunately, he did not let anyone down, and all the notebooks he was holding entered the misty fantasy with him.

"Teacher Mara, look how powerful I am!"

Ian smiled and put all the notebooks on the long table. This time, the tables, chairs and benches in the hall did not run away, but some teacups opened their eyes and looked at Ian curiously.

"Yes, very powerful."

The witch was generous with her praise.

just.

She obviously misunderstood that Ian wanted to show off his ability to copy so many texts, and thought that Ian was showing off his talent that allowed him to carry so many items across the boundary between life and death.

and so.

"However, you are obviously capable of doing more amazing things, but you may not realize it yet." The witch gave Ian some ambiguous reminders.

"what?"

Ian was stunned for a moment and then reacted.

"What kind of thing are you talking about?"

Ian asked back curiously.

"That's something you need to find out for yourself."

The witch once again became the Riddler.

"If you could tell me directly, I could actually take it as my own discovery."

Ian blinked.

"..."

The witch was silent for a moment.

Perhaps it was because Ian's gaze was a bit awkward.

She sighed.

"I only have insight into some possibilities, but I don't really know everything... How to do it is your path, and you are the only one walking on that path."

The witch's whispered words made Ian think deeply.

He looked at the books on the long table.

Some...bold ideas gradually arose in my mind.

(End of this chapter)