BSI Chapter 260, Page 259: The Damned Change in the Plot
Chapter 260, Page 259: The Damned Change in the Plot
Chapter 260, Page 259: The Damned Change in the Plot
The house is always ready to grant requests.
The bright light shone like a small sun.
That's not a light.
It was a super flame that Ian used for his alchemical experiments.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of molten metal, and the walls were covered with various alchemy blueprints, with scribbles and formulas crawling like spider webs across the parchment.
It was immediately identified as scribbles.
Well, how should I put it?
This could also be considered a theft prevention measure, while leaving behind one's own blueprints, just like a doctor's prescription that no one outside can understand.
"I don't mind others stealing my technology, but I have to prevent someone from stealing my ideas and making a name for themselves in history!" Ian was full of confidence in making a name for himself in history. He was immersed in his alchemical world, with a pile of strange magical materials in front of him, and the metal parts gleaming coldly in the dim light.
The magic gem emitted a faint glow.
Ian's hands were covered in black grease, and there were several stains on his forehead. His hair was slightly messy from being busy, but his eyes were incredibly intense, as if burning with two clusters of blue flames.
This is passion!
A passion for alchemy!
It was precisely this passion that drove Ian to complete three alchemical works in just one afternoon.
They are even different in their internal structure and runes, apart from their ideas.
"This is practically comparable to the speed of fully automated cyber production!" Ian was very satisfied with the production speed of his work; three brand-new Gatling guns were already in place.
The gun barrels are made of a strange black metal, with intricate and mysterious magical runes engraved on their surface.
These runes shimmered faintly in the dim light, as if they were flowing with magic.
All three Gatling guns were successfully crafted on the first try thanks to his superb alchemy. Ian lined them up in a row, their black metal casings etched with intricate ancient runes.
The magic crystal embedded in the barrel gleamed with a faint glow.
It looks absolutely gorgeous.
It was a beauty where art and power intertwined. The Gatling gun's muzzle, adorned with dragon patterns, gleamed with a chilling light, as if it could unleash destructive power at any moment.
"My damn artistic flair! If these designs were sold as skins in a shooting game, they'd easily cost at least 2998 RMB plus the cost of a battle pass!"
Ian's fingers traced the cold metal like an artist admiring his masterpiece. The light slowly swept over the three Gatling guns, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"This is the real Deathly Hallows!"
Ian believed that the only true Deathly Hallows were those that could bring death. Therefore, the three Holy Relics that were currently circulating were somewhat undeserving of their names. Only his work, which could generate 8,000 revolutions per second, was worthy of such a title.
Well, Ian does have the Resurrection Stone; it's on him. If the Resurrection Stone ring could speak right now...
They would probably be shocked to discover that they've become imposters.
The young wizard was quite engrossed in his creation.
"Tell me! Isn't that right?!"
Ian didn't just want to admire his three works; he also wanted the black-robed skull to offer some comments.
However, the black-robed skeleton simply stood quietly to the side without responding.
"Not going to talk? I'll just assume you're jealous."
Ian always manages to find logical consistency.
Upon hearing this...
The black-robed skeleton remained silent; it simply raised its hand and gently patted its forehead.
to be frank.
Even though its brain isn't working very well right now, it might be able to understand Ian's behavior to some extent. The black-robed skeleton suddenly missed the days when it didn't have a brain.
Ian continued to fine-tune the appearance.
The room was quiet. The only sound was the bubbling of a large pot over a roaring fire in one corner, where a Dementor was being cooked, bubbling away. Since the black-robed skeleton couldn't destroy Ian's potion, it had gone outside to gather some flowers and herbs.
The smell after boiling is really quite unpleasant.
"Are you cooking shit?!"
The more Ian smelled it, the more something seemed off; the scent was far too authentic. He turned to the black-robed skeleton and loudly questioned him.
The black-robed skeleton simply threw some more flowers and plants into the pot.
Ian was speechless.
"Hehehehehe~"
And at that very moment.
The Black Phoenix, who had apparently been wandering off somewhere and then returned, emerged from the space, letting out a strange laugh.
The sound abruptly stopped as Ian grabbed her by the neck.
"From today onwards, only I am allowed to laugh like this." Since Ian, after transforming into a raven, was also forced to make this sound, he launched a fierce threat at the Black Phoenix.
You know what?
Aside from some differences in appearance, this black phoenix really does resemble Ian when he transforms into a raven, and Ian has a feeling that there must be some explanation for it.
"Three Corpses?"
He seemed to be deep in thought.
Joyful breaks are always too short.
Ian puts his new creations into his ever-expanding money bag, his goal being to one day expand it to be as magical as Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket.
"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long!"
Ian then checked the time again and realized it was lunchtime, so he left the Room of Requirement and went straight to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
The place is bustling with activity now that dining has begun.
The air was filled with the aroma of food, and the students' laughter mingled together. Ian took a deep breath and, enjoying the vibrant atmosphere, walked into the auditorium.
He headed towards Ravenclaw's long table.
He only glanced at it warily.
After not seeing Aurora, Ian would obediently return to his college for lunch, along the way...
Many senior wizards also cast their gazes at him.
no way.
That's what campus celebrities are like.
She's the center of attention wherever she goes.
Ian chose an empty seat that had been given up, and he noticed that the house-elves had introduced some new dishes, with oddly shaped but very tempting food on the plates.
Pumpkin pies that change color, cream soups that layer automatically, and even curry that adjusts its spiciness to the diner's taste—the house-elves, whose creative talents were ignited last school year, are becoming increasingly skilled in their craft.
These days, it's really hard to find those dreadful and bizarre dishes anymore.
to be frank.
It's not that Ian has any particular fetish; it's just that he's slightly nostalgic for the old days.
Those were challenging years when eating was like gambling with one's life.
"Those exciting times are gone forever."
Ian kept a spoonful of the pudding that emitted a faint singing sound, took a bite, and found it quite delicious. The singing sound began to echo in his mind. It had to be said that this was another successful culinary innovation. Back in the day, he had experienced the dark era of "biting into a pie and having green flames shoot out" and "drinking soup and having magical creatures jumping around."
Ian had almost finished eating.
The students around immediately gathered around.
"Senior Prince, the wrist movement for the Levitation Charm..."
"Young professor, could I ask you a question about ancient runes...?"
"I'm graduating soon, could you give me some pointers on the relevant exams?"
It wasn't just students from the same grade; there were even quite a few students from higher grades. After a year of development, the upperclassmen had also let go of their former arrogance.
no way.
Who could blame them when those first group of senior students, setting aside their arrogance and seeking guidance from the junior wizards, all graduated with outstanding grades and their magical abilities improved dramatically?
No one can resist such a temptation.
Pride, face?
Please!
That's Ian!
Merlin in the new era!
The idea that someone is young or not is just an illusion!
It's true face to be able to get some pointers from someone!
It's unclear who first started using this idea, but it quickly became popular, and many more older students came to Ian for advice or even to attend his classes.
"Let's do it one at a time."
Ian's voice was clear and steady, and his explanation was well-organized, making the young wizards nod frequently. At that moment, a brown, fluffy head popped out from the crowd.
"Ian, I want to ask about page 58 of Standard Spells - Beginner's Guide!"
It was Hermione, a first-year student. Hermione stared at Ian with her bright, inquisitive eyes.
When Ian saw Hermione, he smiled slightly and immediately gave her the answer to her question, which was more detailed than what he had given to others, after all, Hermione's father had given her tutoring fees and protection money.
The young wizard was a very trustworthy person. Hermione again asked Ian for help with a question she had about magic in her first year, and Ian listened attentively and then answered her in detail. Not only that, he also astutely pointed out some of Hermione's bad habits when casting spells, and Hermione listened very attentively, occasionally showing a look of sudden realization.
"Wow, Ian, you explained it so clearly!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, her eyes filled with admiration, and she even added the word "senior" to Ian's address again.
Who says she lacks emotional intelligence?
"May I go to the Ravenclaw common room tonight and learn in your little class?" Hermione had been looking forward to this day for a very long time.
Ok.
Although it hasn't been long since the start of the semester, for a student like her who is eager to improve, it truly feels like an eternity.
In particular, people around him were describing how Ian's classroom could turn rotten wood into jade.
"Of course, no problem. Just come directly when the time comes. The door knocker will ask you a question. As long as you don't mention that you're here to see me, I think its question won't be difficult for you."
Ian looked into Hermione's longing eyes.
He smiled and nodded.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Hermione's face flushed with joy. She thanked him repeatedly before leaving with slightly unsteady steps, clearly overwhelmed with emotion.
Another time I helped a classmate.
With class time fast approaching, Ian stopped reviewing his knowledge.
Defense Against the Dark Arts.
This was the only class the little wizard dared not skip.
He jogged to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and breathed a slight sigh of relief when he entered and saw the familiar figure of "Grindelwald" on the podium again.
It seemed that Grindelwald was still mysteriously absent. When Ian entered just in time, "Grindelwald"—in reality, Aurora in disguise as "Professor Lockhart"—was tapping the podium with his wand.
The little wizard stared intently at it.
He recognized the other person's true identity instantly.
It seems.
Aurora didn't go to lunch, most likely because she was preparing lessons under Grindelwald's false identity. This German girl was very focused when she was concentrating.
"Class is about to start." Aurora saw Ian enter, a barely perceptible hint of tension flashing in her eyes. She gave Ian a stern look.
It was as if it was a warning to Ian not to cause any more trouble today!
"no problem!"
Ian understood Aurora's meaning and nodded slightly. Aurora immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but her wariness of the young wizard had not completely subsided.
"Alright, students—"
Aurora begins her class.
Although she emphasized Grindelwald's speech and imitated his style very well, her teaching style was somewhat conventional and she did not attempt anything intense or dangerous.
She was completely different from the somewhat bold woman Ian knew before.
"Things have changed after all!"
Ian sighed.
Listening to Aurora's monotonous explanation, I felt my eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and drowsiness gradually crept in. Aurora's monotonous voice seemed to have a hypnotic power, causing my thoughts to drift away.
soon.
The little wizard started snoring.
And seeing this scene.
Aurora, disguised as Professor Lockhart, breathed a sigh of relief. Walking over to Ian, she glanced at the coil of incense under his desk and a slight smile played on her lips.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
Ian had no idea how long he had slept.
When he woke up.
It was already dark.
"Damn it! The potion is going to be ruined! Aurora has really done me a disservice!" Ian knew perfectly well why he had fallen asleep; he was just going along with it to put Aurora at ease.
only.
Such a thoughtful friend, yet he was betrayed by Aurora—Ian looked at the six coiled incense sticks at his feet and realized that Aurora must have given him extra incense halfway through.
"Even legendary figures couldn't withstand this solidified potion! And I'm the only one who got affected! She's really something else!" Ian exclaimed as he dashed out of the deserted classroom like a gust of wind.
The corridor was also deserted.
Only the flickering light from the torches on the walls cast long shadows that were quickly swallowed by the darkness. Outside the castle, the night was deep, even the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a few sparse stars dotting the sky—Hogwarts was eerily quiet during curfew.
Along the way.
Ian didn't even encounter a ghost.
The young wizard's footsteps echoed crisply in the stone corridor as he hurried toward the spiral staircase, running upwards toward the House of Requirement.
Just as Ian entered the eighth floor.
Just as I was about to open the House of Requirement according to the House of Requirement's formula,
He hasn't even started walking back and forth yet.
Suddenly.
Three ugly footsteps sounded.
immediately.
Ian then heard several voices that weren't unfamiliar.
"Hermione! Trust me! Harry Potter has been behaving very strangely lately! He's definitely not normal! Maybe—and I mean maybe—he's not the Harry Potter we know at all!"
"What is that?"
"Who knows, Neville? You trust me? Anyway, I have a strong intuition about the True Guard."
It's Hermione, Neville, and Ron.
The three ugly characters are taking a night stroll in the new timeline.
Judging from the situation...
It seems like we need to team up to farm the Savior?