Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 83 82: A riot! A massacre!
The Black Sea and the isolated island gradually disappeared in the fog.

Like peeling off the layers of an onion.

At first, Ian's consciousness was still immersed in the afterglow of the dream, but as his senses gradually became clearer, a chill spread across his face and slowly seeped into his skin.

Under the thin quilt, the coolness of the night penetrated through the cotton wool, bringing a unique feeling of late autumn and early winter. Ian slowly opened his eyes and heard a crackling and noisy sound outside the window.

The rain slammed against the window glass in the strong wind, but it did not disturb those who were adventuring in their sweet dreams.

The snoring of William and Michael, two roommates, filled the room. For Ian, snoring was never a noise. Life in the orphanage made him adapt to collective life much better than ordinary people. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time on the wall.

12: 07.

The wall clock in the dormitory pointed to the familiar numbers as always, even though Ian stayed in the hazy fantasy this time much longer than any other time he had stayed there before.

If it were the old days.

He would usually only stay in the hazy illusion for a short while, but today he stayed there for nearly half a day. Ian guessed that this was what Teacher Mara had said before, "It will be different next time."

"Maybe it has something to do with my magic level." The only change Ian could find in himself was that he had eaten the golden apple that Pandro found in the misty fantasy.

Name: Ian Prince

Occupation: Blood Warlock

Magic power: Level 8 (explosive transition)

Skill: [Wisdom Enlightenment [This skill cannot be upgraded]]

……

Quietly.

Ian's magic level increased by one level overnight. He couldn't accurately judge his current magic level, but it was definitely beyond most adult wizards.

The effect of the golden apple is indeed very strong.

"Perhaps the reason why the magical transformation Nosuke performed on himself is dangerous is because it belongs to a school of research that gradually began to flourish after the Golden Apple became extinct."

Ian's guess was reasonable. If eating the golden apple could give one magical power beyond the mortal realm, then who would want to perform dangerous magical transformations on the body inherited from their parents?

Just look at Tom without a nose to understand how serious the side effects and harms of magical transformation are. It is nowhere near as wonderful as the golden apple that melts in the mouth without affecting one's appearance and brain.

If there is any choice.

Magical transformation, which is dangerous and will cause loss of intelligence, will definitely not be the first choice of wizards. Combined with reality, Ian thinks that the magical transformation of the human body probably originated from the extinction of the golden apple.

"Teacher Mara is truly a heinous criminal. Fortunately, I am not a good person either, otherwise my sense of morality and justice would surely torture me repeatedly in wanting to learn from her." Ian seemed to have a very clear self-awareness. He just felt that he was not a bad person, but he did not think that he was a good person.

He didn't even realize that he sometimes didn't really treat people as human beings.

"It seems that the level of level eight is still not the limit of Golden Apple."

The words "explosive transition" behind the [Magic] column on Ian's personal panel still exist, which naturally proves that his magic level will still be significantly improved in a short period of time.

Can it at least go up one more level?
This is definitely good news for Ian. Although his current age does not require much magic power, he has awakened the extraordinary characteristics of [Shaping Everything] in the hazy illusion.

Gamp's basic law of transfiguration has been broken by this extraordinary trait, and Ian has been able to do things that other wizards cannot do, including conjuring magical items and increasing the number of transfigured items.

of course.

It is also possible to conjure up food and transform dead things into living things, but according to Ian's current level of [Transfiguration], he can only use the influence of magic to give the conjured food nutrition.

The impact of consumption will be huge.

However, the food will not return to its original state after the influence is revoked - this may have touched the edge of eternal transfiguration, just like another law that allows dead things to become living things is broken.

Normally, Professor McGonagall can turn the desk into a pig during Transfiguration class, but when her magic is no longer in effect, the pig will turn back into a desk.

Ian certainly couldn't give life to dead things permanently, and maybe Ms. Ravenclaw couldn't do it either, but at least he could make the pork he transformed remain in its original form after it died from a magical attack. He could be considered to have touched upon the authority of the Creator, but there was still a long way to go.

now.

Ian had no intention of attempting such a transformation. He only intended to try two other principles that would be difficult for ordinary wizards to shake in their entire lives.

"Vera Verto!"

Ian sat down at the desk in the dormitory and cast Transfiguration on his water cup. The cup instantly split into three and then turned into Little Jerry.

The Transfiguration skill has reached the fifth level. Although it is still not as lifelike as Professor McGonagall's leopard, it already has a kind of agility that makes it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

The most crucial thing is the number of Little Jerry. Three Little Jerrys transformed from one object is something that other wizards cannot do no matter how they improve their transfiguration skills.

of course.

For Ian, if he wants to achieve multiple transformations, the consumption of magic power will increase exponentially. The greater the number, the more magic power required will be consumed.

"Vera Verto!"

Little Jerrys appeared one after another, and when the number reached twenty-four, Ian already felt his limit, and the influence of his magic was basically completely released to the outside.

"It's not seventy-seven! Bad review!" As Ian recovered his [Influence], the group of little Jerrys on the table also turned back into a complete cup of water.

The weakness of magic power is not serious. It is worth mentioning that the transformation of the soul is quite special. Once the soul is distorted, even if the [Influence] is revoked, it cannot be changed back to its original state.

This is also the reason why the out-of-control transformation products cannot be reversed. The transformation of Voldemort's residual soul in the Twilight Zone will not permanently occupy Ian's magical influence.

"Vera Verto!"

Different Transfiguration spells will make different use of [Influence], which can determine the difficulty of a certain directional transformation. However, Ian now only masters the basic Transfiguration spell, and the conversion efficiency of [Influence] of Transfiguration is obviously not high. However, he still completed another transformation of the water cup.

The cup twisted and turned into a Niffler with a magical pocket. For the transformation of magical items and even creatures, it was a kind of transformation creation that Ian temporarily gave his magic power to.

Under normal circumstances.

The stronger the magic power given out, the stronger the transformed creature will be. It is possible to create a paper tiger dragon, but the dragon's huge size will consume a lot of magic power.

"My knowledge reserves will also affect the level of magic power consumption. The more familiar I am with the creature I want to transform, the less magic power I need to consume during the transformation process."

Ian made a summary.

Since he was unfamiliar with space magic such as the [Expansion Spell], the burden on his magic power even with just one Niffler was far less than the magical input.

Of course, the gap between effort and reward would inevitably decrease as Ian learned more about Sniff and the magical abilities of Sniff. The same was true for magical creations. The more you knew about the magical creations you wanted to transform, the lower the magic cost you would have to pay.

"To be able to achieve this level is actually already amazing. I wonder what it will be like once the legendary trait is awakened, beyond the general understanding of the wizarding world." Ian completed the trial of the new ability amid the snoring of his roommates. Outside the house, heavy rain with thunder and lightning continued to fall.

Ian was delighted because the extraordinary properties of magic had awakened. Although he did not sleep for too long tonight, he was still energetic and not sleepy at all.

"Learn some alchemy and relax." Ian took out a few books borrowed from the library. To learn the knowledge on the fragments of Teacher Mara's dress, he had to use other basic books.

After all, the space on the dress fragments is limited, and it can only record relatively critical knowledge content, and the field of alchemy is definitely not something that can be summarized in a few words.

I'm afraid that even if Teacher Mara took off her dress, the space on the dress would not be able to record all the alchemy. In fact, the fragments of the dress only recorded some directions in that area.

Moreover.

Compare it with today's books.

Ian can also learn different things.

The knowledge of the two eras always has its own advantages and disadvantages.

The Fundamentals of Alchemy

《Alchemy of the Magic Flame: From Dust to the Universe》

The Magic Crucible: A Fantasy Journey into Alchemy

……

Whether it was the promise of a return gift of a killer weapon to Aurora, or the regular assessment and supervision by Teacher Mara, as well as Ian's own interest and expectation in the transformation of magical creations.

These are Ian's motivations for learning alchemy.

He was immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

With hard work, seriousness and concentration, your proficiency will increase and your ability will improve.

"Boom!"

outside the window.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if there was a hole in the sky.

The deafening roar made Ian subconsciously raise his head and look outside.

I saw.

The world outside the window seemed to be shrouded in chaos. Raindrops were like countless silver ribbons, slid madly from the sky, interweaving into a huge water curtain.

The stream of water running down the windows obscured most of the view.

From time to time, lightning would streak across the night sky, followed by rumbling thunder, shaking the entire space, adding a thrilling momentum to the rainstorm.

"How can there be fire?"

Ian looked out through the blurry window glass and saw that in the distant thunderstorm there were golden and orange flames intertwined, as warm and brilliant as the rising sun.

Are there magical animals appearing?
The strong magical fluctuations were intoxicating and terrifying. There was power and authority in the firelight, allowing Ian to feel the special rhythm of magic even from a long distance.

"I can see... its rhythm... so clearly, is it the qualitative change brought about by the increase in magic level?" Ian was not sure, and the next moment he was attracted by the system on his personal panel.

[Observe and learn high-level compound arson spell, Transfiguration proficiency +1, Arson spell proficiency +3. Cruciatus spell proficiency +5]

what the hell!

Forget about the Transfiguration and the Incendiary Charm!

Why is there still the Cruciatus Curse!?

Are there magical creatures with such characteristics in the wizarding world?

……

"Boom boom boom!"

Just as Ian took out the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and prepared to make up for his lack of knowledge, there was a sudden and hurried knock on the dormitory door.

"Wake up! Get up!"

It was the voice of the male class leader, Dietrich. The noise was quite loud, but it failed to wake up Ian's two roommates who were sleeping soundly.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

There were continuous knocks on the door. Ian put away his books in confusion, walked to the gate and opened the dormitory door. He saw the male class leader Dietrick standing outside with a wand in his hand and a serious face.

He looked very nervous and was looking around, as if he was wary of something.

"what happened?"

Ian frowned.

This was his third day at Hogwarts, and it felt like things were going to get restless again. The beautiful daily life he had always longed for seemed to have become a luxury.

"I don't know which damn bastard actually released fire ash snakes in the castle. There are fire ash snakes everywhere outside. They may pop out from anywhere at any time!"

The male class leader Dietrich cursed with gritted teeth.

The creature he was talking about was called the Fire Ash Snake, which Ian had seen in the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". It was a magical animal with a short life and was very violent.

With a thin, grayish-white body and glowing red eyes, it emerges from the ashes of a fire and swims to a dark corner to lay its eggs, leaving an ash trail behind it.

The lifespan of the Fire Ash Snake is only one hour, but its reproductive capacity is extremely amazing, and its danger level is not low, reaching a danger level of XXX.

The Department for the Control of Magical Creatures has classified all known animals, humans, and ghosts into five categories according to their danger level. Level XXXXX represents an extremely dangerous disaster.

Creatures of this level are well-known wizard killers and cannot be tamed or raised in any way. Among them, level X and level XX are relatively harmless categories.

For example, Flobberworm, Moonworm and the popular star Bowtruckle.

Magical beasts that reach level XXX are those that can cause fatal harm to wizards. The Fire Ash Snake is one of them. Only wizards with a certain level of strength can deal with magical beasts of this category.

Although not as good as those of level XXXX and XXXXX, based on the horrific reproduction rate of the Fire Ash Snake, once neglected, even many powerful wizards will feel very troubled.

Especially in a place like Hogwarts where there are many young wizards, casualties among them could occur if one is not careful. It is no wonder that the male prefect would come knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

I guess the same is true for other colleges.

"The professors have asked everyone to go to the Great Hall. No one can sleep peacefully tonight. The wizard who caused this incident will definitely be expelled or imprisoned in Azkaban."

The head boy, Dietrich, began to knock on the doors of the dormitories of other young Ravenclaw wizards.

"I just want to study! Is it that difficult?" Ian patted his forehead speechlessly, turned back to the dormitory, and gave each of his two sleeping roommates a large pen bag.

"Loyalty! Absolute loyalty!!"

"Don't eat me!! I'm not tasty!"

When the two roommates woke up, they both talked in their sleep, all of which confused Ian. He didn't know what kind of dream they were in before they woke up.

"What happened? It's still dark, right?"

"Oh, Ian, my brother, thank you for saving me."

The two men sat on their beds with different expressions, watching Ian throw their clothes to them, neither quite understanding what was going on.

"The professors asked us to go to the auditorium. There's a problem at Hogwarts again." Ian quickly changed into his robe and stuffed all his valuables into his pockets.

"Why do you say again?"

Although they still didn't understand the specific situation, the two of them moved quickly. Michael put his expansion bag in his pocket and William hugged his unpowered magic desk lamp.

They followed Ian out of the dormitory. Many people had already gathered in the common room. Two prefects were standing guard and counting the number of students.

"All petrified!"

There were also senior wizards helping out. A fire ash snake emerged from the fireplace and was instantly hit by the spell. The fire ash snake, which was about to launch an attack, was suddenly fixed in place.

The teaching level of Hogwarts is actually not bad, and the senior wizards all have a certain combat ability. It’s just that the sudden attack made the young wizards a little panicked and frightened.

"How could this happen!! Fire Ash Snake! It's a Fire Ash Snake!"

"My dad lost an arm because of this monster, help!"

"Isn't Hogwarts the safest place? I want to go home!"

"Where's my sister? Where's my sister? She can't be dead, woo, woo, woo, woo, all the gold Galleons my father gave me are with her! I still want to continue taking Professor Ian's class."

……

They are all flowers in the greenhouse.

Faced with the sudden chaos, everyone was very frightened. Several little wizards had been attacked in the dormitory, and now they were crying and making noise in the team.

Fortunately, the senior wizards remained calm.

"There's something wrong with these things."

Ian frowned when he saw several corpses on the ground in the common room. The fire ash snake should not be such an aggressive creature.

Their mission is to lay eggs and die.

It is the instinct of these Fire Ash Snakes to avoid other creatures and reproduce. However, this group of Fire Ash Snakes now behaved contrary to their usual behavior and came from all directions to attack the little wizard.

"It's a magical transformation."

Penelope came to Ian vigilantly with her wand in hand.

"Can you help?"

She took a deep look at the handsome junior in front of her.

"Of course." Ian drew out his wand. The petrification spell did have some effect on the fire ash snake, but he felt that it was only a temporary solution to the threat.

"Inflatus!"

Ian chanted a spell at a fire ash snake that crawled in from the window. The next moment, the poor fire ash snake's body began to expand continuously until it exploded into a ball of blood mist.

"?????"

Seeing this, Penelope, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but tremble in her hand holding the wand. She wanted to ask, but didn't dare to ask, is this really an expansion spell instead of a disintegration spell?
The senior students couldn't help but look sideways at this moment.

However, the little wizards in grades one and two looked at Ian with admiration.

"The head count is done! Everyone follow closely, and the seniors have to protect the younger students." The male class leader Dietrich finally gathered everyone together.

He walked in front.

Leading everyone towards the Hogwarts Great Hall - in addition to emotions such as nervousness, Ian also felt that the male class leader seemed a little excited?

Many senior students also have similar emotions.

"I've finally got a chance to put my knowledge into practice..." Ian didn't plan to blend in with the crowd and be invisible. After all, the kind-hearted senior students had already found him.

Pretend to be a pig?

Who would like to pretend to be a pig?

Can't you eat the tiger if you don't pretend to be a pig?
nonexistent!

"Inflatus!"

"Inflatus!"

……

As he used magic, his skill proficiency increased, his Swelling Spell was upgraded to a higher level, and he had a sudden realization of casting without a spell, and it was another day of becoming stronger. Even for the fire ash snakes that had been pinned down by his seniors along the way, Ian cast a Swelling Spell on them to eliminate the trouble forever.

Who knows how long the students' spell can last? If one is let go, dozens of them may multiply! Ian felt from the bottom of his heart that he was helping his seniors clean up their mess.

however.

"Junior... do you... have any special hobbies?" Penelope seemed to have a different opinion of Ian. The more she looked at the exploding blood mist, the more creepy she felt.

"what?"

Ian turned his head in confusion, and shook his hand, causing another fire ash snake to explode into mist. He saved another classmate, and his sense of morality was instantly boosted.

"Dumbledore wants me to tell you that he is the twin you are looking for." Penelope didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only change the subject with another thing.

Being able to become the head of Ravenclaw among so many smart people, Penelope certainly knew what Dumbledore wanted her to do, and she also realized that her younger brother might not think the same way as she did.

"hiss!"

Now it was Ian's turn to have his hands tremble. The fluctuation of magic power caused a fire ash snake to expand dozens of times. The exploding blood mist directly splashed onto many senior students who were guarding his juniors on the side.

"What should I do? I want to curse... but I'm afraid he will cast the curse on me if he's not careful." The seniors dared not say anything and could only wipe the blood off their faces silently.

"As expected, such a handsome junior is also very good at magic. He must have been careless. I have to forgive him, otherwise it will definitely leave a bad impression on him."

The emotions of several senior students were very stable. They even looked at each other, and their expressions were more indifferent than each other, as if they were more casual than the others.

"Has Ian been studying hard secretly?" Qiu Zhang looked at Ian's performance and couldn't help but ask the little black brother beside him in amazement, but the little black brother was a little absent-minded.

"No, he went to bed earlier than William. Hey, I don't know how Rebecca is doing, whether she is injured. How could such a dangerous disaster happen in Hogwarts?"

He was worried about his little black girl.

"It must have been done by someone from Slytherin." Qiu Zhang had a big prejudice against Slytherin. She wanted to ask Ian's other roommate, but William had no intention of paying any attention to her.

"As expected! So ruthless! And he even knows how to intimidate others! He must be the second in command of the future saints! It is only because of the blessing of my ancestors that I was assigned to such a good dormitory!"

William hid in the crowd with excited eyes, staring at Ian in front of him. At this moment, his roommate's back was infinitely taller, and he seemed to smell the scent of glory and praise from his family.

"Damn house-elves! If it weren't for them, I would not only be able to help Ian with his homework, but also wash his shoes, socks and underwear. That would definitely bring us closer together."

William didn't seem to be worried at all about the threat from the Fire Ash Snake.

"Maybe, I can help Ian when he pee. He took a long time to pee yesterday and his hands must be tired." It seemed that he really couldn't find any other way he could be useful.

poor child.

Only eleven years old.

You will be forced to flatter your family members.

"Oh!"

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Ian was still immersed in the shock that Ariana's brother was actually Dumbledore. Suddenly, when he was approaching the hall, a loud explosion occurred in front of him.

It was an attack by the fire ash snake.

Had half of a Gryffindor's arm blown off when he attempted to play with a snake.

He was wailing and screaming.

Madam Pomfrey rushed over and gave him temporary treatment. Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick and others were struggling to resist the fire ash snakes coming from all directions.

For them.

The Fire Ash Snake is not a terrible threat.

But there were too many fire ash snakes in the auditorium. They seemed to have received some kind of order and were concentrating their strength to capture the entire auditorium. They were like a swarm of insects.

A single individual might be just a small toy, but a swarm of them would be enough to keep Hogwarts on high alert. Thousands of fire ash snakes were reflected in Ian's eyes.

in all directions.

A steady stream.

"Someone is controlling these fire ash snakes!" Professor McGonagall said with certainty. She controlled dozens of armors in the castle and was the fastest killer among the fire ash snakes.

The sword skills of those armors were surprisingly pretty good, which was obviously due to Professor McGonagall's control. After all, she was from Gryffindor and was the head of Gryffindor.

"Little guys! Hurry and get in! We'll seal the door! Senior students, help out and let Mag go find where these damn fire ash snakes came from!"

As Professor Flitwick waved his wand, the fire ash snakes that some senior wizards in the corridor of the Ravenclaw students were already exhausted from dealing with were instantly frozen into snow sculptures.

"quick!"

The two class leaders led everyone into the auditorium, settled the crying little wizard, and immediately led the senior students to the gate to support the professor.

"Are we going to die here?"

Qiu Zhang was frightened by the number of fire ash snakes at the gate.

"Don't worry, the professors haven't used their full strength yet." Ian knew very well that the professors today did not use dark magic, nor did they use magic that might cause serious damage to the castle.

"Professor McGonagall is going to look for the source. I feel like something might happen to her." Qiu Zhang couldn't imagine how terrifying the number of the source of the Fire Ash Snakes was.

"You underestimate our Transfiguration teacher. Even our dean doesn't understand adventure better than Professor McGonagall. There is a reason why she was asked to find the source." Ian's eyes kept looking around the hall. People from the other three colleges were already here, but he didn't see his good friend in Slytherin.

"Stop looking! Little Grindelwald isn't here!"

suddenly.

A voice filled with unusual dissatisfaction sounded in his ears, as if it was close at hand and yet far away. Ian quickly turned his head and squatted down, only to see a stretcher behind the teacher's seats at the back of the auditorium.

Snape was lying there, wrapped in bandages.

Eyes closed.

Like it's dead.

"Uncle Snape!" Ian finally understood why he didn't see Snape at the gate. It turned out that Snape had fallen down and was placed in the hall.

It shouldn’t be!

Good uncle is quite strong!

"Oh my God! Merlin! Uncle! What's wrong with you?" Ian was also suddenly shocked and hurriedly ran towards Snape, but as soon as he got close, he found something wrong.

Snape was so energetic.

After he got closer.

The pair of cold, squinting eyes that were open could still stare at him with resentment.

"Call me Professor Snape!" Although Snape's voice was very soft, it was full of energy and indignation. He didn't sound like a seriously injured patient who should be wrapped in bandages all over his body.

This kind of injury.

He must be unconscious even if he is high or low, right?
"Okay, Uncle Professor Snape, what's wrong with you?" Ian smelled a scent of herbs when he got closer, but they were not all the herbs used to treat injuries.

Instead, it looks more like a bunch of expired goods mixed together.

"I thought you would ask where Miss Grindelwald went first." Snape snorted coldly and sarcastically, looking Ian up and down.

He found no injuries and then closed his eyes again.

"Was he picked up by his family?" Ian guessed.

Snape did not give a direct response, but just snorted lightly, still keeping his eyes closed and pretending to be unconscious, and pointed in the direction of the Slytherin students with one hand.

"I can't move. Keep an eye on that guy and report to me everything he does."

Following Snape's finger, I saw that among the Slytherin crowd, there was a boy with a relatively outstanding appearance and about 1.8 meters tall looking around.

It looks full of sneaky feeling.

"Who is that guy? Where is Marcus? And why didn't I see Dumbledore." Ian was still thinking about the person who framed him and his friend and brother who might become his new backer.

Whether he can slightly raise his own generation depends entirely on how Dumbledore feels about his sister!

"Dumbledore took Marcus Flint away. No one knows where that guy was taken. I am now in a coma according to Dumbledore's orders."

Snape's mouth didn't move, but he could make subtle sounds.

Ian felt that there was no need for him to pretend so convincingly. Both of them were now behind the teachers' seats on the podium, and no one, including the Slytherin students, paid any attention to the seriously injured Snape.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the intense scene at the gate.

"Why should I pay attention to this person?" Ian almost made eye contact with the guy who was looking around furtively. Fortunately, he fell on Snape in time and pretended to cry.

"Affreson Carrow is a seventh-year student with excellent grades. He will graduate soon. Unfortunately, he will probably have to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban." Snape snorted and pushed Ian away. He seemed to have a lot of information. It seemed that this Slytherin student was the one who created the Fire Ash Snake.

It was totally unexpected.

"The Sacred Twenty-Eight Clans."

Ian pursed his lips.

"Keep an eye on him and tell me what he wants to do." Snape remained lying dead.

"Can't you give me some benefits?"

Ian muttered.

"You are protecting your school!" Snape responded angrily. Ian wanted to ask more related questions, but he didn't want to answer at all.

"Hiss, you've got me. Indeed, Hogwarts and I are good friends, and I must protect it." Ian crawled out from under the table in the classroom.

He trotted back to the center of the auditorium where a large group of people had gathered.

"Ian, is Snape really dead? I heard his head fell off!"

Some young wizards asked about the Potions professor. Apparently, Gryffindor students could persist in spreading rumors about Snape no matter what the circumstances.

"Probably not yet?"

Ian looked in the direction where Snape's body was lying, and then, following Snape's instructions, he kept an eye on the movements of seventh-grader Alfredson Carrow from time to time.

This guy seemed very nervous. He clenched his fists and did not go out to help the professor with other senior students. He just paced back and forth in the auditorium, hesitating about something.

"You didn't die even if your head fell off?"

The little wizards exclaimed continuously.

"..."

Ian couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Professor Snape's Potions class is not as good as yours. Maybe you can become our new Potions teacher." The little wizard who had attended Ian's tutoring class before had a wild idea.

First grade.

It's time to let your imagination run wild.

"Stop talking. Professor Snape holds a grudge. I called him uncle and he tried to make trouble for me." Ian had been paying attention and observing the Slytherins.

Just at this time.

He found that Afrison Carlo seemed to have made up his mind. He quietly walked towards the blocked side door and used a magic that seemed to be a wall-walking magic to pass through it as if there was nothing there.

"Pure-blood families have a strong foundation! This kind of magic is not in the textbooks!" Ian hurriedly followed. He could only use the unlocking spell to climb out from the sealed window next to him.

There aren't many Fire Ash Snakes out there.

It seemed that most of them were gathered towards the main entrance of the auditorium.

"What about people!"

This was not Ian's doubt.

Instead, Snape, who had been lying there for a while, wanted to secretly close his eyes to see what was going on, but he happened to see Ian's butt squeezed out through the window.

Ian sealed the window again.

"Damn it! Idiot! I only told you to keep an eye on him!"

Snape sat up in shock from his dying illness!

Pretend to be dead on the spot!

There was a sudden cry of "Merlin is the best!" in the auditorium, this was a cry of medical miracle.

"Snape has turned into a ghost!"

There are other voices too.

……

The corridors are winding and endless.

Apart from the fire ash snakes that jumped out from time to time, no other wizards could be found. It seemed that there was something on Affrisen Carlo that would not be noticed by the fire ash snakes.

He walked towards the stairs without stopping.

"The eighth floor?"

Ian hid in the shadows at the corner, staring at Affrison Carlo as he climbed up. From the stairs he chose, he determined where his target was.

Think about it for a moment.

Ian turned and headed for the stairs in the other direction. Along the way, there were constant attacks from fire ash snakes. Since there were no more spectators, Ian chose to practice his proficiency in other skills.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

This is a spell with unlimited potential. Ian feels that it is more worth studying than Avada. If he can train himself to the point of cutting through the souls of living people, his good uncle will surely go down in history.

"Damn it! It's not in there! It's really not in there!!"

Eighth floor.

When Ian reached the corner.

Affleson Carlo walked out of the Room of Requirement in a panic.

"Who is it! Who stole his things! I have to find it! I have to find it for him! Otherwise he will definitely kill me... He will even let my father do it himself!"

Affleson Carlo stood at the door, restless. He paced back and forth in fear, his hand holding the wand trembling violently, and the sound of his muttering to himself was filled with extreme fear.

"Tell me! Who is it! Who has been in here! And who took away that damn scrap of metal!" As fear continued to grow, Afrison Carlo could only grasp at possible hope.

He put his wand against the portrait of Silly Barnabas, trying to get a definite answer from the portrait. This was obviously a crazy act out of desperation.

"You must have seen it. You have been here all the time. Tell me, or I will burn you with fierce fire!" No one knew whether he was just threatening silly Barnabas or really mastered such advanced magic.

“I’m just a painting.”

Silly Barnabas was being beaten up by the giant monster.

"Burn it, burn it. I've had enough of this damn giant monster. Anyway, my real soul must have found the one in the underworld that can learn such a beautiful dance."

Silly Barnabas did not take Afrison Carlo's threat seriously.

He is still so persistent.

"Do you think I don't dare? I can't live! Then no one should live! Everyone must die with me!" Afrison Carlo was extremely excited.

"Yes! I will die! I released the Fire Ash Snake. If that person doesn't kill me, Dumbledore will. My life, which should have been bright, is ruined just like that!"

"I am going to die. Those guys who are weaker than me and have inferior blood will definitely treat me as a joke. I will never allow this to happen!"

Extremely hysterical roaring and screaming.

He looked a little out of control.

"Either tell me where the damn crown is! Or you and the entire Hogwarts will die with me! Do you think the Fiendish Fire Curse can be difficult for Carlo of noble blood?"

"I'll burn it all!"

Affleson Carlo's wand began to glow, as if it was about to cast a spell.

"You want the Ravenclaw diadem?"

suddenly.

A childish voice came from behind him.

In panic.

Affrison Carlo turned around suddenly and found a little wizard whose height was not even up to his chest, standing not far away holding an extremely dazzling crown.

"Prince... little brat from the Snape family, you actually followed me!" Alfredson Carlo roared in a low voice, his expression becoming more and more anxious.

Any little wizard could tell something was wrong with him.

He didn't believe that the headmaster of Hogwarts would not be able to detect his abnormality.

"Give it to me!"

Affrison Carlo knew that his only way to survive was to leave with the things that the adult had told him to find. Only in this way could he save his life.

Wanted by the Ministry of Magic.

It's better than death.

"What if I say no?"

The young wizard tilted his head and played with the crown in his hand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light lights up.

Affrison Carlo had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense. If he stayed here for another quarter of an hour, he might be caught, and the kid from the dean's house would be killed.

Anyway, it is said that Snape betrayed that adult.

"So impatient."

The young wizard simply raised his wand, caught the deadly killing curse, and then redirected and threw it towards the wall next to him. Suddenly, the dark front was covered with spider-web-like green.

The lines are very fine.

However, some of the wall paint is peeling off.

"Impossible! How could you...how could you withstand the killing curse!?" Affrison Carlo was horrified and took several steps back with an expression of disbelief.

"Weak magic power, insignificant murderous intent... the Dark Lord sends someone like you to do his job?" The thin little wizard slowly approached Affrison Carlo.

The sturdy man, who was much bigger than the little wizard, felt a sense of absurdity and disbelief. How could a first-year student take his killing curse?
and!

And they ridiculed him!
"Dark Lord! You know the Dark Lord! How dare you steal his things!" Afrison Carlo became even more horrified, and he looked at the childish little wizard in front of him.

I just felt a chill down my spine.

"Why not? Just to test my skills."

The young wizard tilted his head.

The implication of these words shocked Afrison Carlo.

"Mad! You're a lunatic! A monster!"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

As expected of a descendant of a Death Eater family, he had mastered two of the three Hogwarts magic spells. His wand glowed red, but he did not dodge the approaching little wizard.

He didn't even raise his wand.

The little wizard's physical body endured the pain that would make life worse than death.

His face does not change color.

He didn't even frown.

"Impossible!! No!! This is an illusion!!! It must be an illusion!" Afrison Carlo's face was full of horror. He stumbled backwards and screamed loudly.

"Impossible? If you can't even recognize a crown, how can you know what is possible in this world?"

The little wizard passed by the portrait of silly Barnabas, in which the ballet teacher was being beaten violently with her butt sticking up, and was staring at Alfred Carlo outside the frame with the eyes of a real fool.

really.

Silly Barnabas just had a problem with his brain, he wasn't really stupid.

"Kill him! Kill this monster!" Affrison Carlo suddenly took out a ruby ​​and shouted at the red mist floating in the ruby.

next moment.

Many fire ash snakes suddenly emerged from the surroundings, then climbed onto the little wizard's body and exploded, blowing the little wizard back repeatedly with a dazed expression.

"Die! Die!"

When Affrison Carlo saw the laurel wreath dropped to the ground, he rushed over to pick it up. He no longer paid attention to the first-grade wizard who was attacked by the fire ash snake.

"I have to burn this school down! And then I'm leaving! I can't let those lowly guys laugh at me for being a fugitive!" After getting the target object, Alfred Carrow still wanted to vent his hatred and resentment for not having a bright future on Hogwarts.

He was going to cast a spell.

But before he could recite the spell.

"Do you like playing Fiendfyre?"

It was that childish voice again, but this time it came from another direction. Before Afrison Carlo could turn around in confusion, he could hear the voice.

"Then...as you wish."

on the ground.

The raging blue flames spread along the floor in the corridor. Countless fire ash snakes emerged and turned into ashes in this horrific color. The creatures that were born in fire were now as fragile as straw.

It collapses at the slightest touch and turns into nothingness.

"you!!"

Affrison Carlo's eyes widened in disbelief. He was trapped in a circle of terrifying fire. His face was pale, and he saw Ian coming out from another corner in horror.

He turned around and looked at "Ian" who was knocked down.

It turned out to be just a set of decorative armor that revealed its original form.

"Snape said your fate is Azkaban..."

Ian looked at Alfred Carlo's wand which was still emitting green light. The next moment, the raging fire could only spread along Alfred Carlo's heels to the man's entire body.

"It's a pity that you don't give yourself a chance to live." Ian turned his head away, not looking at the senior who was screaming and turning into ashes. His eyes met with the silly Barnabas in the portrait.

"No one witnessed it."

Silly Barnabas spoke softly.

It's completely different from the attitude towards Afrison Carlo.

"Thank you, but this is no longer something that can be concealed." Ian turned his head and looked in the direction of the corridor. A black figure was running hurriedly.

"Damn you brat!"

Snape, without the bandages on his body, rushed to the corridor with his wand raised. However, the scene that came into his eyes made him tremble all over, and he stood there in a daze.

"what have you done."

for a long time.

A hoarse voice broke the silence.

Snape had never imagined that he would see such a scene, a young figure standing quietly with a wand in hand, and the terrible Fiendfyre raging wildly around the boy.

There are still endless streams of fire ash snakes emerging.

just.

No need to worry about it anymore.

"As you can see...I am protecting our school."

The fierce fire illuminated his face.

Ashes fell like snowflakes.

Standing between the surging hot waves.

Ian responded quietly.

　I don't mean to be a eunuch! The performance of this book is pretty good. As for the update, because many readers feel that it is not exciting enough to read one chapter at a time, the author directly combined the five chapters into one, with 10,000 words, so that it can be updated in one go, and you won't have to wait for the next update.

　　By the way, thanks to the brothers who gave me rewards, thanks to the monthly tickets! I have to say that our monthly tickets are not fake, but voted by shareholders. The author is also surprised by this and expresses his gratitude! This is 12,000 words, and the extra words are for thanks! Thank you for your support!
　　
　
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