Chapter 203: Chapter 99: Extraordinary Traits! The Treasures of Hogwarts!
It’s clearly not cold enough to need a knitted hat yet.
"It must be the head getting warr!"
The one who answered the question was the freckle-faced boy who always paid tuition with all kinds of snacks. His tone was certain, and while others didn’t believe him, Ian had absolute faith in this boy’s words—apart from the freeloading William, the Chocolate Frog Boy was the only one who bought two pairs of heated underwear from Ian.
Perhaps niche items have loyal users, but this couldn’t hide Ian’s business failure, and even the enchanted bronze eagle head of Ravenclaw noticed his gloomy mood over the past few days.
"Why haven’t you been chatting with
these past few days?" The bronze eagle head’s voice resembled Nana Mizuki’s and rarely initiated conversations with little wizards outside of asking questions.
"Because I’ve been busy lately. I’m a student, I need to study, don’t I?" Ian already understood the petty nature of this bronze eagle head, so he answered cautiously and sensibly.
However.
Ancient alchemy creations and thousand-year-old won probably aren’t too different.
"I saw you chatting happily with other little wizards. Last night you spoke to twenty-three little wizards in the common room and smiled at eleven little witches."
"You had four thousand seven hundred eighty-six conversations with them. If you saved so, you could chat with
for half an hour." The bronze eagle head’s math skills were evidently quite good.
Perhaps thanks to Ian.
But this had clearly beco a stone he lifted only to drop on his foot. So in order to co back from his night stroll and sleep, Ian had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the floor and chat.
"I wonder if anyone will co to catch ."
Ian glanced around the common room; in winter, everyone preferred staying by the fireplace, and little wizards rarely wanted to leave the warmth before class started.
The twins’ creations were just hand warrs, which obviously couldn’t compete with a blazing fire.
"What do you want to chat about today?"
Ian posed the question to the bronze eagle head, while also being on alert for anyone entering or leaving. He wasn’t doing this purely out of choice, but because recently, senior wizards had started getting stuck outside.
There’s a bounty in Ravenclaw for whoever corrupts the bronze eagle head. Even though Ian wanted to turn himself in and claim the reward, he was still concerned about his reputation within Ravenclaw.
"Anything, really. Whatever you want to chat about. Since I started talking with you, I feel like I’m becoming smarter; you are clearly bestowing wisdom upon ."
The bronze eagle head’s voice was quite cheerful.
"Let’s talk about quantum chanics then."
Ian picked a topic.
He didn’t know much about this field, but the bronze eagle head knew even less, so when faced with tricky questions, he could always use the excuse of not needing to discuss this now to deflect. Although he could make up so nonsense, undermining knowledge wasn’t proper.
Ti ticked away.
Since Ian wasn’t keen on attending the magic history class that afternoon, he went to Hagrid’s to gather the ingredients he wanted, then entered the Room of Requirent to brew potions.
Feeling idle.
Ian began to research his assistant.
This Dentor, forced by Ian to do various tasks, yet still feeling confused about the situation, hadn’t received Ian’s latest instructions and began to satisfy its hunger and instincts, extending its rotten-like hands toward the little wizard before it.
"You want
to do your nails? I only know how to replace them with dragon claws." Ian frowned as he assessed the difficulty of biological alchemy for the Dentor’s hands.
The Dentor didn’t respond, leaning its head in. Its hood naturally slipped back, revealing its face that was just slightly better than a faceless one, with no eyes. In the spot where eyes ought to be, there was only a scabby layer of peeled skin, like cicada wings draped over hollow eye sockets.
"Hehehe~"
The Dentor’s hands had already clasped onto the little wizard’s shoulders, but found itself shivering and powerless, unable to lift the little wizard or pull him closer.
"It’s quite convenient here to install a pair of eyeballs... I wonder if Uncle has suitable eyes, perhaps I could fit you with two Golden Snitches." Ian allowed the Dentor to rest its hands on his shoulders, feeling this Dentor was very friendly and obedient.
Even when shoulder-to-shoulder, it was careful, clearly a well-mannered Dentor—though its little mouth twitched a bit too frequently, causing the surrounding air to drop several degrees. Ian wrapped his robe tighter and, without a word, slapped the Dentor.
"Ugh!"
The Dentor was stunned by the slap.
Its little mouth stopped moving.
"Stand firm and don’t interrupt my research!" Upon hearing Ian’s command, the Dentor seed like a statue, while Ian pried open its eyelids and reached into its eye sockets.
The twelve-foot-tall Dentor was like a mountain compared to the little wizard, even taller than Hagrid, the half-blood giant. At the position where the eyes should be, Ian could put his entire hand inside.
"I really can’t feel its brain."
Ian discovered that when he reached into the hollow beneath the Dentor’s eyelids, whether probing left or right, all he could feel was an expanse of void, like foggy gas.
Amidst the fog.
Very cold.
This supernatural creature had already exceeded what science can explain.
More magical than magic.
"Wait here." Ian ran to the potion materials processing table, grabbed a sharp knife, and returned. The sightless Dentor shivered a few tis for unclear reasons.
Sadly, it couldn’t move.
"Where’s my knife?" Ian shoved the sharp knife into the void beneath the Dentor’s eyelids, but when he reached in again, all he could feel was that sa fog-like chilly gas.
Unwilling to give up, he threw several things in and found the sa outco. Ian was sowhat disappointed that the Dentor couldn’t transform into a soul-stealing Doraemon; he wouldn’t get a portable storage space.
"But if I could fix it in here, I could install a pair of eyeballs." Ian thought adding a few bolts into the Dentor’s eye sockets shouldn’t attract the attention of the animal protection society.
"If it could shoot Avada beams from its left eye, the Wizarding World might get its own Uchiha!" Ian lanted not having suitable materials to cyber-modify the Dentor.
After fiddling with the Dentor until it continuously shivered, Ian finally succeeded in brewing the potion he wanted after several failed attempts at replicating Snape’s operations—the mysterious blue was filled with an intoxicating hue.
Cleaned up the crucible.
Noted there was still a long ti until dinner, Ian considered the magical Room of Requirent again, recalling the words of the Professor of Alchemy.
"I need a room to study your inherent nature!" Ian wished with a try-it-out attitude, and unexpectedly, when he opened the Room of Requirent again.
He truly received a response from the room—the ancient castle’s chamber showed its holder the secrets hidden in the thousand-year span.
The room was covered with countless inscriptions, shining brightly between them, a line of text caught Ian’s attention. It was the Room of Requirent’s true na over the years.
Hufflepuff’s Golden House.
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