thefictionvixens Chapter 83, Section 82: A Riot! A Slaughter!
Chapter 83, Section 82: A Riot! A Slaughter!
The Black Sea and the isolated island gradually disappeared into the mist.
Like peeling back the layers of an onion, they peel away one by one.
At first, Ian's consciousness was still immersed in the afterglow of the dream, but as his senses gradually cleared, a chill that covered his face slowly seeped into his skin.
Under the thin blankets, the coolness of the night seeped through the cotton, bringing a unique feeling of late autumn and early winter. Ian slowly opened his eyes and heard a noisy commotion outside the window.
Rain lashed against the windowpanes in the gale, but did not disturb those adventuring in the midst of their sweet dreams.
William and Michael, the two roommates, snored in turn, their snores filling the room. For Ian, snoring was never a nuisance; his life in the orphanage had made him far more adaptable to communal living than most people. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall.
12:07.
The clock in the dormitory pointed to the familiar numbers as always, even though Ian spent far more time in the hazy illusion this time than he had ever spent there before.
In the past,
He usually only stays in the dreamlike illusion for a short while, but today he stayed for almost half a day. Ian guessed that this was the situation that Teacher Mara had mentioned before, "Next time will be different."
"Perhaps it has something to do with my magic level." The only change Ian could find in himself was the golden apple that Pendro had found in the Dreamlike Realm.
Name: Ian Prince Occupation: Bloodline Warlock Magic Power: Level 8 (In the midst of explosive leap)
Skill: [Enlightenment of Wisdom [This skill cannot be upgraded]]
Without a sound.
Ian's magic level increased by one level overnight. He couldn't accurately judge his current magic level, but it was certainly higher than that of most adult wizards.
The golden apple is indeed very effective.
"The reason why the kind of magical transformation that a noseless person can perform on themselves is dangerous is perhaps because it belongs to a research school that only gradually began to emerge after the Golden Apple had become extinct."
Ian's guess was reasonable. If eating the golden apple could grant superhuman magic, then who would bother with dangerous magical transformations of their own body?
Just look at Tom without a nose to see how serious the aftereffects and harms of magical transformations are. There's no better way than the golden apple, which melts in your mouth without affecting your appearance or brain.
If there is an option.
Dangerous and potentially mind-numbing magical transformations would never be a wizard's first choice. Based on practical considerations, Ian believes that magical alteration and transformation of the human body likely originated with the extinction of the Apple of Gold.
"Ms. Mara is truly wicked. Luckily, I'm not a good person either, otherwise my sense of morality and justice would have repeatedly tormented my desire to learn from her." Ian seemed to have a very clear self-awareness. He just felt that he wasn't bad, but he didn't think of himself as a good person.
He didn't even realize that he sometimes didn't act like a human being.
"Level eight doesn't seem to be the limit for the Golden Apple."
The word "Explosive Leap" after the "Magic" section on Ian's personal panel is still there, which naturally proves that his magic level will still be significantly improved in a short period of time.
It can at least go up one more level?
This is definitely good news for Ian. Although he is not at a high age and his magical power requirements are not high, he has awakened the extraordinary ability of [Shaping All Things] in the dreamlike realm.
Gump's fundamental laws of transformation have been broken by this extraordinary ability, and Ian is now able to do things that other wizards cannot, including conjuring magical items and increasing the number of items that can be transformed.
of course.
He can conjure food and transform inanimate objects into living things, but given Ian's current level of Transfiguration, he can only use the influence of magic to imbue the conjured food with nutrients.
The impact it consumes will be enormous.
However, the food will not return to its original state after the influence is withdrawn, which may have already touched the edge of eternal transformation, just like another law that allows inanimate objects to become living objects has been broken.
Normally, Professor McGonagall can turn the lectern into a pig during Transfiguration class, but when her magic stops working, the pig will turn back into a table.
Ian, of course, couldn't permanently imbue inanimate objects with life, and perhaps neither could Lady Ravenclaw, but he could at least ensure that the pork he conjured retained its pork form even after being killed by magic. This was akin to touching upon the authority of a creator, but there was still a long way to go.
now.
Ian did not intend to attempt such a transformation; he only intended to try two other principles that ordinary wizards would find difficult to shake in their entire lives.
"VeraVerto!"
Ian sat down at his desk in the dorm and cast a transformation spell on his water glass. In an instant, the glass split into three, which then transformed back into Jerry.
While a level 5 Transfiguration still doesn't quite reach the lifelike quality of Professor McGonagall's leopard, it already possesses a certain dynamism that makes it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The most crucial element is the number of Jerrys. Three Jerrys transformed from a single object is something that no other wizard, no matter how much they improve their Transfiguration abilities, can achieve.
of course.
For Ian, the magical energy consumption increases exponentially when he wants to achieve multiple transformations, and the more numerous the transformations, the more terrifying the magical energy required.
"VeraVerto!"
As more and more Jerry appeared, Ian felt he had reached his limit when the number reached twenty-four, as the influence of his magic had been almost completely released.
"It's not seventy-seven! Thumbs down!" As Ian reclaimed his [Influence], the group of little Jerrys on the table immediately transformed back into a complete water glass.
The weakening of magic power isn't too serious. It's worth noting that the transformation of the soul is quite unique; once the soul is distorted, even if the [Influence] is withdrawn, it cannot return to its original state.
This is why the out-of-control transformations are irreversible; the transformation of Voldemort's remnant soul within the illusion does not permanently drain Ian's magical influence.
"Vera Verto!"
Different transfiguration incantations affect the application of [Influence], determining the difficulty of a specific transfiguration. However, Ian currently only masters the basic transfiguration spells, and the [Influence] of transfiguration is limited.
The conversion efficiency was obviously not high, but he still managed to transform the water cup once again.
The water glass twisted and transformed into a Niffler with a magical pocket. This transformation of magical items and even creatures is a form of transformation created by Ian temporarily imbuing himself with magic.
Under normal circumstances.
The stronger the magic power bestowed, the stronger the transformed creation will be. It's even possible to create a paper tiger dragon, but the enormous size of a dragon will consume a lot of magic power.
"My knowledge also affects the level of magic consumption. The more familiar I am with the creation I want to transform, the less magic I can consume during the transformation process."
Ian made a summary.
Because of his unfamiliarity with spatial magic such as the [Expansion Spell], even just one Ooshuriken was a far greater burden on his mana than the gains.
Of course, the gap between effort and reward will inevitably decrease as Ian gains a deeper understanding of the Niffler and its magical abilities. The same applies to magical creations; the more I understand the magical creation to be transformed, the lower the magical cost will be.
"To be able to do this much is already incredibly impressive. I really wonder what kind of extraordinary ability it will be once the legendary traits are awakened, surpassing the general understanding of the wizarding world." Ian finished trying out his new ability amidst his roommates' snoring, while outside, the rain continued to pour down with thunder.
Ian was overjoyed by the awakening of the extraordinary properties within his magic. Although he hadn't slept for long that night, he was still full of energy and not sleepy at all.
"Let's learn some alchemy and relax," Ian said, pulling out a few books he'd borrowed from the library.
Learning about the knowledge contained in the fragments of Teacher Mara's dress requires the assistance of other foundational books.
After all, the space in the dress fragments is indeed limited, and can only record relatively key knowledge. The field of alchemy is definitely not something that can be summarized in a few words.
Even if Teacher Mara were to remove her dress completely, the space on top of it would likely be insufficient to fully record the alchemy techniques.
In fact, the fragments of the dress only represent a few directions within that field.
Moreover.
Compare this to books available today.
Ian can also learn different things.
Knowledge from two different eras will always have its own advantages and disadvantages.
Fundamentals of Alchemy
Demonfire Alchemy: From Dust to the Universe
The Forge of Alchemy
Whether it was the promised powerful weapon as a return gift to Aurora, the supervision of Teacher Mara's regular assessments, or Ian's own interest and anticipation for the transformation of magical creations.
These are the reasons why Ian is motivated to learn alchemy.
He immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge.
With hard work, diligence, and focus, proficiency is increasing and abilities are improving.
"Boom!"
Outside the window.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
It was as if a hole had appeared in the sky.
The deafening roar made Ian instinctively look up and look outside.
All I saw was...
The world outside the window seemed shrouded in chaos. Rain, like countless silver ribbons, cascaded wildly down from the sky, weaving together into a vast curtain of water.
The water flowing over the window blocked most of the view.
Every now and then, lightning would rip through the night sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder that shook the entire space.
This added a touch of breathtaking power to the torrential rain.
"How did the fire start?"
Ian looked out through the blurry windowpane and saw flames of gold and orange intertwined in the distant thunderstorm, as intense and brilliant as the rising sun.
Are there magical creatures appearing?
The intense magical fluctuations were both intoxicating and terrifying; the firelight contained power and authority, allowing Ian to feel the unique rhythm of the magic even from a great distance.
"I can see it—its rhythm—so clearly, is it a qualitative change brought about by the increase in magic power level?" Ian wasn't sure, but the next moment he was attracted by the system on his personal panel.
[Observe and learn a high-level compound pyrotechnic spell; Polymorph proficiency +1, Pyrotechnic spell proficiency +3, Cruciatus Curse proficiency +5]
What the hell!
Forget about Polymorph and the Pyromancy Curse!
What?! There's a Cruciatus Curse?!
Are there magical creatures with such characteristics in the wizarding world?
"Knock knock knock!"
Just as Ian took out the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" to make up for his lack of knowledge, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the dormitory door.
"Wake up! Get up!"
It was the voice of the male prefect, Dietrich. The noise was quite loud, but it failed to wake Ian's two sleeping roommates. "Knock, knock, knock!"
"Knock knock knock!"
The knocking continued. Ian, puzzled, put away his books, walked to the front door, and opened the dormitory door. There stood the male prefect, Dietrich, holding a wand and looking serious.
He looked very nervous and kept looking around, as if he was on guard against something.
"What happened?"
Ian frowned.
This was his third day at Hogwarts, and it felt like things were about to get turbulent again. The beautiful daily life he had been longing for seemed like a distant dream.
"I don't know which damned bastard released fire ash snakes inside the castle. They're everywhere outside, and they could pop out from anywhere at any time!"
The male prefect, Dietrich, cursed through gritted teeth.
The creature he described, called the Fire Grey Serpent, was one Ian had seen in the book *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*.
It is a magical animal with a short lifespan and a violent temper.
Its body is slender and grayish-white, with red glowing eyes. It emerges from the ashes of flames, swims to dark corners to lay its eggs, and leaves a trail of gray behind it.
The fire ash snake has a lifespan of only one hour, but its reproductive capacity is astonishing, and it is quite dangerous.
It has a danger level of XXX.
The Department of Fantastic Creatures classifies all known animals, people, and ghosts into five categories based on their level of danger, with XXXXX representing extremely dangerous hazards.
Creatures of this level are notorious wizard killers and cannot be tamed or raised in any way. Among them, x...
Level 1 and Level XX are both considered relatively harmless categories.
For example, the Flobber Sticky Bug, the Moon Fool, and the popular Tree Guardian Bowtruckle.
Magical creatures that reach level XXX are those that can cause fatal damage to wizards. The Fire Serpent is one of them, and only wizards with sufficient strength can deal with this type of magical creature.
Although it cannot compare to the XXXX and XXXXX level types, given the terrifying reproduction rate of the Fire Ash Serpent, even many powerful wizards would find it very troublesome if they were not careful.
Especially in a place like Hogwarts with so many junior wizards, there's a risk of injury or death if you're not careful. No wonder the prefect came knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
I suspect the other colleges are in the same boat.
"The professors have told everyone to go to the auditorium. Nobody will get a good night's sleep tonight. The wizard who caused this will definitely be expelled or imprisoned in Azkaban."
Prefect Dietrich began knocking on the doors of the other Ravenclaw boys' dormitories.
"I just want to study! Is it that hard?" Ian slapped his forehead speechlessly, then turned around and went back into the dormitory, giving each of his two sleeping roommates a large pencil case.
"Loyalty! Absolute loyalty!!"
"Don't eat me!! I don't taste good!"
Upon waking up, both roommates simultaneously began talking in their sleep, uttering completely baffling words that left Ian utterly confused. He had no idea what kind of dream they had been in before waking up.
"What happened? It's not even dawn yet!"
"Oh, Ian, my brother, thank you for saving me."
The two sat on their beds with different expressions, watching Ian throw their clothes at them, both somewhat confused about what had happened.
"The professors are calling us to the Great Hall. There's trouble at Hogwarts again." Ian quickly changed into his robes and stuffed all his valuables into his pocket.
"Why do you say 'again'?"
Although they still didn't know the specifics, the two of them moved quickly. Michael put his expansion bag in his pocket, and William hugged his magic lamp without power.
They followed Ian out of the dormitory. The common room was already crowded with people, and the two prefects were keeping watch while counting the number of students.
"They'll all be petrified!"
Older wizards were also helping; a fiery ash snake crawled out of the fireplace, only to be instantly struck by the spell.
The fire serpent, which was about to launch an attack, was suddenly frozen in place.
The teaching level at Hogwarts is actually quite good, and the older wizards all have a certain level of combat ability. It's just that the sudden attack made the younger wizards somewhat flustered and fearful.
"How could this happen?! A Fire Ash Serpent! It's a Fire Ash Serpent!"
"My dad lost an arm because of this monster, help!"
"Isn't Hogwarts supposed to be the safest place? I want to go home!"
"Where's my sister? Where's my sister? She couldn't be dead, could she? Waaah! All the Galleons Daddy gave me are with her! I still want to continue attending Professor Ian's classes."
They are all flowers grown in a greenhouse.
The sudden chaos filled everyone with terror; several young wizards were attacked in their dormitories.
Now she's constantly crying and making a ruckus in the group.
Fortunately, the older wizards remained calm.
"Something's not right with these things."
Ian frowned when he saw the several corpses on the floor of the common room. The Fire Ash Serpent shouldn't be such an aggressive creature.
Their mission is to lay eggs and die.
Their instinct is to avoid other creatures and reproduce; however, this group of fire ash snakes...
However, contrary to expectations, they sneaked in from various places to attack the young wizard.
"It's a magical modification."
Penelope, wand in hand, cautiously approached Ian.
"Can you help me?"
She took a deep look at the handsome junior in front of her.
"Of course." Ian drew his wand. The petrification spell did have some effect on the fire serpent, but he felt it was only a temporary solution that didn't address the root cause of the problem.
"Inflatus!"
Ian chanted a spell over a fire ash snake that crawled in through the window. The next moment, the poor fire ash snake's body began to swell until it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
"??????"
Seeing this, Penelope, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but tremble twice in the hand holding her wand. She wanted to ask, but didn't dare to. Was this really the Inflation Charm and not the Split Charm?
Even the older students couldn't help but sigh.
However, the first and second-year wizards looked at Ian with great admiration.
"Headcount complete! Everyone stay close, upperclassmen, protect the underclassmen." The male prefect, Dietrich, finally gathered everyone together.
He walked at the very front.
Leading everyone towards the Great Hall of Hogwarts dispelled any feelings of tension.
Ian also sensed that the male prefect seemed somewhat excited.
Many upperclassmen also have similar feelings.
"I've finally gotten the chance to put my knowledge into practice—"
Ian didn't intend to blend into the crowd and remain invisible, especially since the kind senior had already found him.
Pretending to be stupid?
No decent person likes to play dumb.
Does not playing dumb mean you can't catch a tiger?
nonexistent!
"Inflatus!"
"Inflatus!"
As he used magic, his skill proficiency increased, the Inflation Charm leveled up, and an epiphany of casting spells without using any spells arose within him—another day of becoming even stronger. Even the fire serpents along the way, which had already been immobilized by his seniors, were eliminated with an Inflation Charm to ensure their continued existence.
Who knows how long the students' curse will last? If you let one go, dozens more might multiply!
Ian genuinely felt that he was helping his seniors clean up their messes.
however.
"Junior—you—do you have some kind of peculiar fetish?" Penelope seemed to have a different opinion of Ian; the more she looked at the exploding blood mist, the more creeped out she felt.
"what?"
Ian turned his head in confusion, and with a flick of his wrist, another fire ash snake exploded into mist. He had saved another classmate, and his sense of morality instantly surged.
"Dumbledore wants me to tell you that the twin you're looking for is him." Penelope didn't dare ask any more questions and could only change the subject with another matter.
Having become a Ravenclaw prefect among so many intelligent people, Penelope certainly knew what Dumbledore wanted her to do, and also realized that her junior might not think the same way she did.
"hiss!"
Now it was Ian's turn to tremble. The fluctuation of magic caused a fire ash snake to swell dozens of times, and the exploding blood mist sprayed directly onto many of the senior students who were guarding the junior students on the side.
"What should I do? I want to curse him—but I'm afraid he might accidentally cast a spell on me." The senior students dared not speak out, and could only silently wipe the bloodstains from their faces.
"As expected, this handsome junior is also very skilled in magic. He must have done it accidentally. I have to forgive him, otherwise I will definitely leave a bad impression on him."
The senior students were very calm. They even glanced at each other, their expressions indifferent, as if they were more unconcerned than the others.
"Has Ian been secretly studying hard all this time?" Qiu Zhang asked the black man beside him in amazement as she watched Ian's performance. The black man, however, seemed a little distracted.
"No, he went to bed earlier than William. I wonder how Rebecca is doing, whether she's hurt."
How could such a dangerous disaster happen at Hogwarts?
He was worried about his little black sister.
"It must have been done by someone from Slytherin." Cho Chang had a strong prejudice against Slytherin, and she wanted to ask Ian's other roommate, but William completely ignored her.
"As expected! So ruthless! He even knows how to intimidate others! He must be the future number two of the saints! It's only because of my ancestors' blessing that I was assigned such a good dormitory!"
William hid in the crowd, his eyes filled with excitement, staring intently at Ian ahead. At that moment, his roommate's figure seemed to grow infinitely taller, and he could almost smell the glory and the praise from his family.
"Those wretched house-elves! If it weren't for them, I could not only help Ian with his homework, but also wash his shoes, socks, and underwear. That would definitely bring us closer."
William seemed completely unconcerned about the threat posed by the Fire Gray Serpent.
"Perhaps I can help Ian when he pee. It took him a long time to pee yesterday, his hands must be tired." He seemed genuinely unable to find any other use for him.
poor child.
She was only eleven years old.
She was forced by her family to flatter them.
"Boom!"
Everyone has their own thoughts.
Ian was still reeling from the shock that Ariana's brother was Dumbledore when suddenly, as he approached the Great Hall, a loud explosion occurred in front of him.
It was an attack by the Fire Ash Serpent.
A Gryffindor wizard who tried to play with snakes had half his arm blown off.
He was screaming and howling incessantly.
Mrs. Pomfrey rushed over and gave him temporary treatment. Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout,
Professor Flitwick and the others were fighting desperately against the fire ash snakes coming from all directions.
For them.
The Fire Ash Snake is not a particularly dangerous threat.
However, there were simply too many fire ash snakes in the auditorium. These fire ash snakes seemed to have received some kind of order, and they seemed to be concentrating their power to conquer the entire auditorium.
It's like a swarm of insects.
A single individual might be just a small toy, but a swarm of them would be enough to make Hogwarts take it seriously. Ian's eyes reflected thousands of fire serpents.
in all directions.
A continuous stream.
"Someone is controlling these Ash Serpents!" Professor McGonagall said with certainty. She was manipulating dozens of suits of armor in the castle, killing the Ash Serpents most swiftly.
The swordsmanship of those armored warriors was surprisingly good, which was clearly thanks to Professor McGonagall's guidance. After all, she was from Gryffindor and was the head of Gryffindor.
"Kids! Get inside now! We'll seal the gate! Older students, help me out, and let McGonagall find out where these damned fire serpents came from!"
With a wave of Professor Flitwick's wand, the ash snakes that the older wizards in the Ravenclaw students' corridor had been struggling to deal with were instantly frozen into snow sculptures.
"quick!"
The two prefects led everyone into the Great Hall, settled the crying little wizard, and then immediately led the older students toward the main entrance to support the professor.
"Are we going to die here?"
Qiu Zhang was quite frightened by the number of fire ash snakes at the gate.
"Don't worry, the professors haven't gone all out yet." Ian knew very well that the professors weren't using dark magic or any magic that could cause serious damage to the castle.
"Professor McGonagall is going to find the source, and I have a feeling that something might happen to her because of it." Qiu Zhang couldn't imagine just how terrifyingly large the source of the Fire Ash Serpents was.
"You underestimate our Transfiguration teacher. Even our Head of House isn't more adventurous than Professor McGonagall. There's a reason she was sent to find the source." Ian's eyes darted around the Great Hall. The other three houses were already there, but he didn't see his good friend from Slytherin.
"Stop looking! Grindelwald isn't here!"
suddenly.
A voice filled with unusual dissatisfaction rang in his ears, seemingly close yet far away. Ian quickly turned his head and squatted down to see a stretcher behind the teachers' seats at the back of the auditorium.
Snape was lying there, his body wrapped in bandages.
Eyes closed tightly.
It looks like he's already dead.
"Uncle Snape!" Ian finally understood why he hadn't seen Snape at the entrance; Snape had actually collapsed and been placed inside the Great Hall.
That shouldn't be happening!
Good uncle, you're quite capable!
"Oh my god! By Merlin! Uncle! What's wrong?" Ian was also startled and rushed to Snape, but he realized something was wrong as soon as he got close.
Snape looked incredibly energetic.
After he got close.
Her open, icy, squinty eyes were still staring at him with resentment.
"Call me Professor Snape!" Snape's voice was soft, but it was full of energy and indignation, not at all like that of a seriously injured patient whose whole body should be wrapped in bandages.
This kind of injury.
Even someone of high or low rank would be unconscious, right?
"Okay, Uncle Professor Snape, what's wrong?" Ian leaned closer and smelled a medicinal scent, but it wasn't all the kind of herbs used to treat injuries.
It's more like a bunch of expired products mixed together.
"I thought you'd ask where Miss Grindelwald went first," Snape scoffed, his tone sarcastic.
His gaze swept over Ian, sizing him up.
No injuries were found, and then he closed his eyes again.
"Was she picked up by her family?" Ian guessed.
Snape did not give a direct response, but simply hummed softly, maintaining his state of feigning unconsciousness with his eyes closed, and pointed with one finger in the direction of the Slytherin students.
"I can't move. You keep an eye on that guy and report back to me whatever he does."
Following Snape's finger, one could see a boy among the Slytherin crowd, who was fairly good-looking and about 1.8 meters tall, looking around suspiciously.
"Who is that guy? Where is Marcus? And why haven't I seen Dumbledore?" Ian was still thinking about the person who framed him, and his friend and brother who might become his new patron.
Whether he can elevate his seniority even slightly depends entirely on Dumbledore's feelings for his sister!
"Dumbledore took Marcus Flint away, and nobody knows where that guy went. I'm currently unconscious as Dumbledore ordered."
Snape's mouth didn't move, but he could still make subtle sounds.
Ian felt he didn't need to pretend so convincingly; the two of them were now behind the teachers' seats on the high platform.
Moreover, almost 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 main entrance.
"Why should I pay attention to this guy?" Ian almost made eye contact with the furtive guy who was looking around, but luckily he managed to throw himself on Snape and pretend to cry.
"Averison Carroll, a seventh-year student, with excellent grades, about to graduate. Too bad, he'll probably spend the rest of his life in Azkaban." Snape snorted and shoved Ian aside. He seemed to have a lot of information; it looked like this Slytherin student was the one who created the Ashbringer.
It was completely unsurprising.
"The Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans."
Ian closed his mouth.
"Keep an eye on him and tell me what he's trying to do." Snape remained lying still.
"Can't you offer something in return?"
Ian Dudu.
"You're protecting your school!" Snape retorted angrily. Ian wanted to ask more questions, but Snape completely ignored him.
"Hiss, you've got me figured out. Sure, Hogwarts and I are good buddies, so I definitely have to protect it." Ian crawled out from under the desk in the classroom.
He jogged back to the center of the auditorium, where a large crowd had gathered.
"Ian, is Snape really dead? I heard his head fell off!"
Some young wizards inquired about the Potions professor; clearly, Gryffindor students, regardless of the circumstances, could persistently spread rumors about Snape.
"I don't think so, right?"
Ian glanced in the direction where Snape lay dead, and then, following Snape's instructions, began to keep an eye on the movements of seventh-grade student Afflix Carroll from time to time.
This guy seemed very nervous, clenching his fists. He didn't go out to help the professor with the other upperclassmen, but just paced back and forth in the auditorium, hesitating about something.
"He didn't die even after his head was cut off?"
The young wizards exclaimed in surprise.
Ian was starting to lose his composure.
"Professor Snape's Potions class isn't as good as yours. Maybe you could become our new Potions teacher," the young wizard, who had previously attended Ian's tutoring classes, thought to himself.
First grade.
It's the perfect time for wild imaginations to run wild.
"Stop talking! Professor Snape is so vengeful. I called him 'Uncle' a few times, and he's already planning to mess with me." Ian had been keeping an eye on the Slytherin side.
Just at this time.
He noticed that Averson Caro seemed to have made up his mind, quietly walking towards the sealed side door and using a spell that appeared to be a wall-penetrating magic to pass through it as if nothing had happened.
"Pure-blood families really have a strong foundation! This magic isn't in textbooks!" Ian quickly followed, and could only use a lock-picking spell to climb out of the sealed window next to him.
There aren't many fire ash snakes outside.
It seems that most of them are concentrated in the direction of the main entrance of the auditorium.
Where are they?!
This was not Ian's doubt.
Instead, Snape, who had been lying there for a while, tried to peek out the window to see what was going on, but he just happened to see Ian's butt squeezed out of the window.
Ian resealed the windows.
"Damn it! You idiot! I only told you to keep an eye on him!"
Snape, on his deathbed, suddenly sat up in shock!
He came back to life on the spot!
A chorus of shouts of "By Merlin!" erupted in the auditorium, a testament to the medical miracle.
"Snape has become a ghost!"
There are other voices as well.
The corridor was filled with peas.
Aside from the occasional fire serpent that jumps out, there are no other wizards to be seen. It seems that Afrison Caro has something about him that the fire serpents don't notice.
He walked towards the stairs without stopping.
"Eighth floor."
Ian hid in the shadows around the corner, watching Averyson Caro climb up the stairs. From the stairs the other man chose, he deduced the location of his target.
After a moment's thought.
Ian turned and headed towards the stairs in another direction. Along the way, he was constantly attacked by fire serpents. Since there were no more spectators, Ian chose to train his proficiency in other skills.
"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"
This is a spell with unlimited potential. Ian thinks it is even more worthy of study than Avada Kedavra. If he can master it to the point of cutting the souls of the living, his good uncle will surely be recorded in history.
"Damn it! It's not in there! It's really not in there!!"
Eighth floor.
When Ian reached the corner.
Afflix Caro emerged from the Room of Requirement in a very flustered state.
"Who! Who stole his things! I have to find it! I have to find it for him! Otherwise he will definitely kill me—he might even get my dad to do it himself!"
Averison Carroll stood anxiously in the doorway, pacing back and forth in fear. His hand gripping his wand trembled violently, and he muttered to himself in extreme terror.
"Tell me! Who! Who went in here! Who took that damn piece of junk!" As fear continued to grow, Aflisson Caro could only grasp at any possible hope.
He pressed his wand against the portrait of Barnabas, trying to get a definite answer from it, which was clearly a desperate and mad act.
"You must have seen it. You've been here all along. Tell me, or I'll burn you to ashes!" It was unclear whether he was just threatening Barnabas or if he truly possessed such profound magic.
"I am just a painting."
Banaba is being relentlessly beaten by the troll.
"Burn, burn! I've had enough of this damned monster. Anyway, my true soul has definitely found the one in the underworld who can learn such a beautiful dance."
Barnabas didn't take Averson Caro's threat seriously.
He remains as persistent as ever.
"You think I wouldn't dare! I can't live! Then nobody should live! Everyone must die with me!" Aflisson Caro was extremely agitated.
"Yes! I will die! I released the Ashbringer. If that person doesn't kill me, Dumbledore will. My bright future has been ruined!"
"I'm going to die. Those weaker, lower-blooded people will definitely laugh at me."
I absolutely will not allow this to happen!
Extremely hysterical screaming and roaring.
He seemed a little out of control.
"Either tell me where that damned crown is! Or you and the whole of Hogwarts will die with me!"
Do you really think the Fiery Curse can stump someone of noble blood like Carlo?
"I will burn it all!"
Averison Caro's wand began to glow, as if about to unleash a spell.
"You want the Ravenclaw crown?"
suddenly.
A childish voice came from behind him.
In a state of panic.
Averison Caro suddenly turned around and saw a little wizard, whose height didn't even reach his chest, standing not far away, holding an incomparably dazzling crown.
"Prince—you Snape brat, you've been following me!" Averson Carroll growled in a low voice.
His expression grew increasingly anxious and restless.
Even a novice wizard could tell something was wrong with him.
He didn't believe the Hogwarts headmaster couldn't detect his unusual behavior.
Give it to me!
Averison Caro knew that his only way to survive was to leave with what the man had instructed him to find; only in this way could he save his life.
He is wanted by the Ministry of Magic.
It's better than death.
What if I say no?
The little wizard tilted his head and fiddled with the crown in his hand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light shone.
Averison Caro had no intention of wasting any more time. If he stayed any longer, he might be caught. He might as well kill the kid from the academy dean's family.
Anyway, it's said that Snape betrayed that man.
"How impatient."
The young wizard simply raised his wand, caught the deadly Killing Curse, and tossed it toward the wall beside him, instantly covering the dark area in front of him with a spiderweb-like green.
The texture is very fine.
However, some plaster has peeled off the walls.
"Impossible! How could you—how could you catch the Killing Curse!?" Averison Caro was shocked and took several steps back with an expression full of disbelief.
"Weak magic, negligible killing intent—the Dark Lord sent someone like you to do his bidding?" The thin little wizard slowly approached Averison Caro.
The burly man, much larger than the little wizard, felt only an utterly absurd and unbelievable sense of disbelief.
How could a first-year student possibly withstand his deadly curse?
and!
They even mocked him!
"The Dark Lord! You know the Dark Lord! And you still dare to steal his things!" Aflisson Caro became even more horrified as he looked at the young wizard with the innocent face in front of him.
I only felt a terrifying chill down my spine.
"Why not? It's just a chance to test your skills."
The little wizard tilted his head.
The meaning behind those words greatly alarmed Averyson Caro.
"You're insane! You're a madman! A monster!"
"Heart-wrenching!"
As expected of a descendant of the Death Eaters, he had mastered two of the three Hogwarts Body Techniques. His wand glowed red, but the approaching young wizard did not dodge.
He didn't even lift his wand.
The young wizard physically absorbed the excruciating pain that could make one wish for death.
He remained unfazed.
He didn't even frown.
"Impossible!! No!! This is an illusion!!! It must be an illusion!" Avarison Caro screamed in horror as he stumbled backward.
"Impossible? You can't even recognize a crown, so how would you know what 'possible' truly means in this world?"
The young wizard passed by a portrait of Barnabas, in which a ballet teacher, her backside being brutally beaten, was staring at Averyn Caro outside the frame with the look one would give a real fool.
really.
Banaba was just mentally challenged, not actually stupid.
"Kill him! Kill this monster!" Averison Caro suddenly pulled out a ruby.
Then he shouted at the faint red mist floating inside the ruby.
next moment.
Suddenly, many fiery ash snakes emerged from the surroundings, climbed onto the little wizard's body, and then exploded, blasting the little wizard backward and leaving him with a dazed expression.
"Die! Die!"
Averison Caro saw the laurel wreath fall to the ground and rushed over to pick it up, no longer paying attention to the first-year wizard who had been attacked by the fire serpent.
"I have to burn this school down! And then I'll leave! I can't let those lowly bastards laugh at me for being a fugitive!" Having obtained the target item, Afrison Carroll still wanted to vent his hatred and resentment at Hogwarts for his lost future.
He intended to cast a spell.
However, before he could even recite the incantation...
"Do you really enjoy playing with Fiend?"
It was that childish voice again, but this time it came from another direction. Before Averson Caro could even turn his head in surprise, it was too late.
"Then—as you wish."
on the ground.
The raging blue flames spread down the floor and into the corridor. Countless fire ash snakes that emerged turned to ash in this terrifying color. Creatures born of fire were as fragile as straw at this moment.
It crumbles at the slightest touch, turning into nothingness.
"you!!"
Averison Caro stared wide-eyed in disbelief. He was surrounded by a terrifying ring of flames, his face deathly pale, as he watched in utter terror as Ian emerged from around another corner.
Turning his head to look at "Ian" who had been tackled to the ground...
It turned out to be just a decorative suit of armor that revealed its true form.
Snape said your destiny is Azkaban—
Ian watched as Averison Carroll's wand still seemed to glow green, but the next moment, the raging Fiendfire could only spread from Averison Carroll's heels to his entire body.
"It's just a pity that you didn't give yourself a way out." Ian turned his head away, not looking at his senior who was screaming and turning to ashes. His gaze met that of the silly Banaba in the portrait.
No one witnessed it.
"Idiot Naba spoke softly."
His attitude towards Averyson Caro was completely different from how he treated Averyson Caro.
"Thank you, but this is something that can no longer be hidden." Ian turned his head to look in the direction of the corridor, where a hurried black figure was running quickly.
"Damn brat!"
With his bandages removed, Snape rushed into the corridor, wand in hand. However, the scene that greeted him made him tremble and stand frozen in place.
"What did you do?"
for a long time.
A hoarse voice broke the silence.
Snape had never imagined he would see such a scene: a young figure standing quietly with a wand in hand, surrounded by terrifying fiendish flames raging wildly.
A steady stream of fire ash snakes continues to emerge.
just.
There's no need to worry about it anymore.
"As you can see—I'm protecting our school."
The fierce fire illuminated his face.
Ash fell in wisps like snowflakes.
Standing amidst the surging, scorching air.
Ian responded softly.