BSI Chapter 89, Section 88: Legilimency! An astonishing choice!
Chapter 89, Section 88: Legilimency! An astonishing choice!
Night had not yet fallen.
Ian still has a lot to do.
He had no idea that the naturally cunning Dumbledore was planning to do two things at once. With the library about to close, he ran towards it at a speed that made his legs practically smoke.
Is someone chasing him?
"I don't know—he looks like he needs to poop but can't find a toilet."
"Oh, I get it. I've been in that situation before. Trust me, never gamble on it being nothing. Hey, don't go! Didn't you say you weren't going back to the dorm tonight?"
A smitten seventh-grader couple lost their sweet romance because Ian passed by. Ian may not have gained any merit, but he certainly prevented an event that could have increased the Earth's population by 1.
There aren't many people in the library during the day, let alone after school when it's almost evening. Even though Ian ran as fast as he could, he still couldn't keep up with the library closing time.
Ian missed even the scene of Mrs. Pince turning off the lights; all he saw was a tightly closed door and what appeared to be a brand-new lock that had just been installed.
"Ms. Pince definitely left work early!"
Ian glanced at the time resentfully; it was only just past closing time.
At most, it took a little over a minute to walk for about a minute.
really.
Jobs without competition will always be filled with such laziness!
"Ugh, I feel so bad, I want to cry."
Ian didn't have a chance to use his bribery skills to get Mrs. Pince to stay any longer, because he couldn't even see her. He could only look around and pull out his wand.
"The Arahomon Opens!"
Ian simply wanted to experience the Hogwarts tradition, but he found that despite having reached level 2 in the Lockpicking Charm, he was unable to unlock the library door.
The oddly shaped lock only trembled twice, as if some force had neutralized Ian's lock-picking spell. It was clearly a high-security lock with special magical enhancements.
"This isn't magical at all!"
Ian was completely stunned.
Isn't it said that the unlocking spell can't open any lock?!
In the original Hogwarts books, even the underground entrance where a three-headed hound was placed and the Philosopher's Stone was hidden could be opened directly by Hermione Granger, a first-year student, using a Lockpicking Charm!
"My unlocking charm is even worse than Hermione's?"
Ian tried several more times, but the lock on the library door remained as solid as a rock. Eventually, the lock even stopped shaking altogether.
Ian felt a strange sense of humiliation, as if the door lock was no longer willing to even bother with a perfunctory response.
"Wait until I awaken my extraordinary abilities!"
He fiercely poked the library door lock with a spell, then turned and left with a look of resentment. The corridor was deserted, except for a small ghost hiding around the corner.
It was spying on us.
Upon seeing that the person in the corridor was Ian, it immediately tried to crawl into the wall in terror, but Ian grabbed its two short legs and pulled it out.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
The mischievous ghost let out a scream.
"I saw it! You're trying to scare me by hiding here!" Ian was already feeling unwell, and he never expected to run into Pikachu. This guy actually dared to show up in front of him.
"I didn't know it was you, you little devil! I thought it was one of those Ravenclaw nerds!" Peeves wanted to bite Ian's hands that were holding his legs, but hesitated to do so.
"Fine! You dare call me a little devil! Do you know that Dumbledore is my good brother?! You're so mean, you not only insulted me, but you even called us Ravenclaw's innocent and kind little wizards idiots!" Without saying a word, Ian started beating him up, and his previous frustration was immediately relieved.
He looked relaxed and was about to leave.
"I'm going to tell Dumbledore about you! How dare you offend your headmaster by saying he's your brother!" Peeves shouted as he flew away, now free.
"Fear descends!"
Ian pulled out his wand, and a slightly grayish-white light shot out, hitting the cursing Peeves squarely on the bottom, which was completely brittle.
"No! Don't burn me with Fiery Blaze! Nick! Nick! Take your axe off my neck!"
Waaaaah! Why are you all helping that little devil bully me?!
Pipi fell to the ground and rolled around frantically, crying and screaming incessantly.
"I don't want to leave Hogwarts! You can't kick me out! This is my home!" Who says mischievous elves don't have fear? Peeves seems to be reacting more strongly than anyone else right now.
When the magic effect ends.
"If you dare to hide somewhere and scare me again, I'll put you in a bottle and throw you into the Black Lake. Those giant squids will love playing games with you!"
Ian gave Pippi another warning.
"Woo-woo!"
Pipi Ghost dared not make any more boastful remarks. He cried and crawled into the wall next to him, trembling with fear, just like the students who had been frightened to tears by him.
Finding that he couldn't pry Peeves out no matter how hard he tried, Ian, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, had no choice but to leave. He first went back to the Ravenclaw common room and stuffed all the parchments into his pocket.
Then he began to wander around the castle like a street urchin.
no way.
After all, Ian only knew that the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission were in a certain top-floor tower. He needed to familiarize himself with the terrain so that he could conduct a smooth investigation one by one at night.
"I hope there isn't a lock that can't be opened either." Ian also went to the Hogwarts kitchen for a late-night snack and, as he wished, ate real honey steak at the house-elves' place.
The taste was actually not bad.
When he left the kitchen, he also took two sour lemons with him. He had evolved from drinking lemon juice to eating lemons directly like apples. The sour taste was a special flavor that made him feel refreshed.
"I'm hooked!"
As the night grew deeper and quieter...
While dodging the magical paintings that served as eyes and ears, and the knight armor that might contain some kind of "surveillance" function, Ian borrowed a broom from the warehouse where flying brooms were stored.
"I am grateful to Mrs. Hooch for teaching me how to fly. She only said that we were not allowed to take off without permission during her class, which obviously meant that she tacitly allowed us to fly however we wanted after class."
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Fortunately, not every door lock has special anti-theft magic. At least the lock on the warehouse where those flying brooms were stored was easily defeated by Ian's lock-picking spell.
Perhaps the old, worn-out flying broomstick wasn't as valuable as the books? Ian wasn't quite sure why, and he waited until he saw the lights in Snape's room go out before taking flight.
Ian finally had the opportunity to put his earlier flight lessons into practice. He discovered that he really knew how to fly and could also keenly sense where people in the castle would easily spot him.
Winding and meandering.
Flying and stopping intermittently.
Although Hogwarts Castle is indeed quite large, there are only so many rooftops with towers, and Ian didn't even manage to search all the rooftops of Hogwarts.
"This is it!"
Through the dusty windows.
Ian spotted what he was looking for in the unassuming room. The empty room contained a desk with an old book on it, its cover made of black dragon skin.
He lay quietly on the desk, untouched by dust. Beside the books was a bottle of silver ink with a faded quill pen inserted in it.
The book of admission.
The pen of acceptance.
This is the Hogwarts admissions office, an unmanned place where students are selected. No students have visited it for many years, and no one needs to interfere with its operation.
"Such profound alchemical creations! I'll have to figure them out sooner or later." Using a lock-picking spell, Ian climbed through the window, first setting aside his flying broom, then using magic to clean the dust from the room. Only after the room was spotless did he approach the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission.
He might come to this room often in the future, and he can't keep himself in an unclean environment all the time. Many people who come from orphanages actually have similar habits of keeping things clean.
Some groups cannot afford to get sick.
"Judging from this, it seems no one has been here for decades. Magic could have easily cleaned it up." Ian couldn't wait to start studying the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Access.
Not surprisingly.
The magical runes and inscriptions on it are extremely complex, as if they are connected to some kind of power of the entire Hogwarts. Ian's current alchemical skills can only read so much information.
"This doesn't affect my thinking!" Ian obtained the desired effect from the Book of Access with his dozens of parchments more easily than he had expected.
Once the original blank parchment was linked, a map of the entire Hogwarts began to slowly emerge, including various hidden passages and the Room of Requirement.
This is largely related to the profound connection between the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission and Hogwarts.
"Although I'd like to take classes at the Room of Requirement, it's obviously not now." Ian thought for a moment, then omitted the Room of Requirement, which he might still be able to use for the time being.
And a secret passage leading out of the school.
"After all, I don't want my classmates to die tragically in the Forbidden Forest or other places in the middle of the night because of the maps I made." As the creator of alchemical artifacts, Ian could of course decide what these maps would display or not display. In fact, he could remotely adjust or modify some things on all the maps.
Ian would never do something so foolish as to reveal his whereabouts to others. In fact, the Marauder's Map he created was, in his view, merely a patchwork version.
In addition to setting the most basic "power-on password",
Map buyers can also give themselves a name that no one else knows, as a substitute for their real name.
And he only tells this name to his nighttime friends and acquaintances.
Simultaneously.
These maps even allow you to set special color markers for friends and couples. If it weren't for my deep-seated hatred for Tencent in my past life, Ian would even have wanted to offer a paid monthly subscription service with customizable profile pictures and borders. Of course, the reason Ian hasn't done so might also be related to the fact that my current alchemy skills aren't advanced enough.
Who knows?
"The names of characters need to be influenced by the pen."
Ian looked at the small dots of figures appearing on the map, and once again used the same trick to approach the ink and quill, carefully establishing a connection between the map and the Pen of Acceptance.
then.
The dots on the map now showed names, and even a group of ghosts from Hogwarts were displayed. Ian looked at the map showing Ian Prince, who was standing in the Ravenclaw common room, and smiled very happily.
"When I grow up and write my autobiography, everyone who bought a map from me can be my witness. During my school days, I was just a good student who liked to eat, sleep, and go to class—a truly good student!" Ian had already made ample preparations for some things when he first started making the map.
This is roughly similar to a technological product manufactured by a technology company. Ian is the one with the highest authority, and it's incredibly easy for him to modify his location on the map.
He can even use the main map in his hands to modify the location and markings of other people on the map. This is the greatest advantage and hegemony of controlling technology and "servers".
"I'm not the kind of person who would frame my classmates after doing something wrong. It's just that even though I don't need to use this function, it doesn't mean I can live without it."
Ian carefully placed all the maps inside his robes. These maps would only be effective within the Hogwarts area; once outside of Hogwarts, they would become completely blank. This was true even in Hogsmeade Village. There was no other way; Ian had created the maps using a clever trick.
Although the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission can cover the whole of Britain, Ian is ultimately an alchemist with limited abilities, and he has done his best to reach this point.
"withdraw!"
Ian grabbed a flying broom and flew out the window. He thoughtfully sealed the window again before diving straight down and rapidly approaching the warehouse where the flying brooms were stored under the moonlight.
About a few minutes after Ian left.
Professor McGonagall hurried to the front door outside the attic, where she saw Albus Dumbledore, dressed in his pajamas, yawning and also arriving late.
Soon after, Snape, as if his sweet dream had been interrupted, appeared here with a displeased expression.
"Albus, someone has been in this room."
Professor McGonagall looked serious.
"That's unlikely, Minerva. We all know the conditions for entering this room; even if that person returns, there's no way to break this magic."
Snape frowned.
"The alarm's on! Severus!"
Professor McGonagall's voice sharpened, and she gestured to Dumbledore with her eyes to open the door.
"The founder's magic is hard to break, Severus is right about that." Dumbledore rubbed his slightly grimacing eyes, his nightcap looking quite comical.
He eventually walked towards the front door, which seemed to sense his arrival and opened in response, revealing a spotless room to everyone.
Clean!
It's clean and clean!
This impossible scene left all three faces dumbfounded!
"There really has been an intruder!"
Snape looked horrified.
"It seems the founder's magic isn't as unbreakable as you two thought. Damn it..."
"Perhaps it's that Imperius Curse user we haven't been able to find out!" Professor McGonagall's expression immediately turned serious after she came to her senses, her eyes filled with worry for the safety of the school and its students.
"Inform those staying at the Ministry of Magic; they're far more professional than we are in this regard," Professor McGonagall suggested to Dumbledore, pursing her lips.
however.
Albus Dumbledore simply frowned, stepped into the room, checked the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission, and then squatted on the floor and by the wall for a long time to observe them.
"Albus?"
Professor McGonagall and Snape could only stand outside the door. They exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat confused by Albus Dumbledore's actions.
"The magic here has not been disturbed, and the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance have not been damaged."
It was as if someone had come here and was just browsing out of curiosity.
"Well, he even helped us clean up a bit while he was at it—" Dumbledore stood up and walked to the window, his expression and tone immediately becoming much more relaxed.
"Never been damaged? How is that possible! Who, besides you and those you permit, could pass the test of magic?" Professor McGonagall stood outside the door, looking bewildered.
"Albus, you didn't sleepwalk here and clean up, did you?" Snape's gaze was somewhat suspicious; after all, he had been quite doubtful about Dumbledore's mental state lately.
"Perhaps, after all, I haven't been sleeping very well lately." Dumbledore chuckled lightly, his gaze fixed on the window without turning around.
"Of course, even if they bypass my approval, it's not impossible for them to pass the room's inspection." Dumbledore watched the figure sneaking back to the castle from a warehouse.
"This should probably just require Hogwarts to reserve a certain option." His voice seemed somewhat ethereal, and the two professors standing outside the door looked at each other.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Ian returned to the Ravenclaw common room. The young wizards were waiting for his lesson that evening, and Ian, wrapped tightly in his robe containing the Marauder's Map of the New Age, readily agreed.
It remains an environment where fees have been introduced.
One silver sciutto, two silver sciutto, three silver sciutto—and a box of chocolate frogs. Ian took a deep look at his classmate who seemed to work at the chocolate frog factory.
"Aren't there any other flavors?"
Ian still prefers sweet and sour snacks.
"I'll ask my mom tomorrow."
The young wizard seemed visibly nervous. Perhaps word had already spread that afternoon, because Ian discovered that even second-year students wanted to join in.
Faced with eyes yearning for knowledge and the gleaming silver Sike, Ian had no reason to refuse.
"I heard it was really impressive this afternoon!"
"My God! What did I miss? It's a shame I wasn't there. William told us that Marcus Flint's urine output was even greater than that of the Welsh Green Dragon!"
"I want to learn the magic you used to finally defeat Marcus Flint!"
Faced with enthusiastic young wizards.
Ian tallied his earnings and began his lesson.
Even some of the young wizards who had left last night because it wasn't Potions class came back, and Ian treated them with the same enthusiasm as always, as if nothing had happened.
Time always flies by in the process of learning.
soon.
Having shared practical tips on the Illumination Charm with everyone, Ian, filled with gratitude for the many lessons learned, returned to his dormitory carrying a box of Chocolate Frogs and a bulging money bag.
If it weren't for the fact that there were still some procedures to be completed for the Marauder's Map, he would definitely have started selling it on the spot tonight and told everyone that he opened it from a blind box left behind by James Potter.
After all, it's a prohibited item on campus.
Risks that need to be avoided should still be avoided. Amidst Michael's snoring, Ian unsurprisingly lost to William, once again relinquishing the title of champion for staying up all night to William.
When I woke up the next day.
William was still sitting at his desk. Whether he had gotten up early or hadn't slept at all, there was nothing wrong with his roommate's face, like dark circles under his eyes.
"What are you fiddling with?"
Ian noticed that William seemed to be sending "telegrams" again. This guy wasn't hiding under the bed anymore; he was openly playing with that special medicine box in the dormitory.
"Reporting on my life as a probationary saint, receiving guidance from my family."
really.
loyalty.
Needless to say.
The morning classes were the most boring, but they were the most frequent classes for first-year students on the history of magic. Ian, his roommate, and most of his classmates slept soundly.
I woke up from a nap.
Ian finally understood just how reasonable William's time management techniques were. His all-night study sessions last night were entirely due to the fact that Professor Spencer would be providing them with a profound training in hypnotic magic today.
"You're amazing!"
After waking up.
Ian gave a thumbs-up to the radiant William, and once again, unsurprisingly, said goodbye to his two roommates.
I jogged all the way to the library, which I hadn't been able to get into yesterday.
Even Ravenclaw wizards rarely come to the library during mealtimes. In the vast, empty space, the librarian, Mrs. Pince, is cleaning the library.
She always cleans the library before opening each day, and then cleans it again before closing time the next day. Occasionally, she might even clean it at noon if she suddenly feels like it.
Even though many areas hadn't been touched by any young wizards, it didn't dampen Mrs. Pince's enthusiasm for cleaning. Perhaps it was a rather peculiar personal hobby.
Perhaps it's a genuine love for books, a desire to keep them clean even in the slightest. Of course, it could also be that life at home is more monotonous than cleaning.
"You're not allowed in that area!"
As soon as Mrs. Pince saw Ian enter, she headed straight for the forbidden book section and immediately rushed over with a feather duster.
"I always thought you were an obedient little wizard!" Mrs. Pince blocked Ian's path toward the forbidden book section, her expression full of displeasure.
"Ms. Pince, I am a junior wizard with permission to enter the ward, not one of those sneaky guys." Ian had been waiting for this moment, without taking out the Dumbledore approval slip that Snape had given him.
"Look."
Ian took Dumbledore's approval slip out of his pocket, waved it in front of Mrs. Pince, and then tried to put it back in his pocket.
"Let me see this clearly. Don't try to fool me. Although I really like your gummy candies, I certainly won't make an exception for anyone who tries to break school rules."
Mrs. Pince was somewhat incredulous at the signature she saw. She had been the librarian there for many years and had never seen a young wizard obtain a note from Dumbledore. Throughout Hogwarts, from professors to janitors, everyone knew that Dumbledore was very averse to young wizards studying forbidden books.
"Here you go~"
Ian quickly pulled out Dumbledore's approval slip again, intending to flash it in front of Mrs. Pince before pulling it back, but Mrs. Pince grabbed his hand holding the approval slip.
"It really is Dumbledore's permission!" Mrs. Pince could, of course, tell whether the approval slip was forged, which was why she exclaimed in disbelief, "Headmaster Dumbledore actually allowed a first-year student to go to the restricted section. This is not like something a cautious professor like him would do."
As she spoke, Mrs. Pince released Ian's hand, allowing him to put the approval slip back into his pocket.
"Madam, Dumbledore is a wise headmaster; he simply distinguished who was truly kind and righteous."
Brave—a little wizard who will never be seduced by dark and evil forces.
Ian showered himself with a string of compliments.
He even held up his two tender little hands in front of Mrs. Pince, "If you don't believe me, smell them. Even the Sorting Hat acknowledges that I have the excellent qualities of Gryffindor."
Mrs. Pince certainly wouldn't actually smell Ian's hand; she merely glanced at Ian with a puzzled look, then thoughtfully made way for him to enter the forbidden book section.
Although Mrs. Pince still felt it was inappropriate to allow first-year wizards to access forbidden books, she was just a librarian and couldn't participate in the formulation of school rules.
"Don't get involved with evil dark magic. I'll just assume Dumbledore thinks you're good enough."
"You can now explore some knowledge that's not really appropriate for someone your age." Mrs. Pince had a good impression of Ian, so she earnestly reminded the young wizard in front of her.
"Don't worry, I don't like learning black magic." Ian prefers to challenge himself with things that are more difficult to learn; black magic, which can be learned easily, is simply not challenging at all.
"If that's really the case, then that's good." Mrs. Pince nodded, her eyes softening slightly, clearly indicating that she hadn't grasped the true meaning behind Ian's words.
She simply sensed Ian's sincerity, which was probably the benefit of telling the truth. Seeing Ian quietly enter the restricted section, Mrs. Pince continued cleaning the library shelves.
"Oh dear, I need to speed up the cleaning. I haven't even opened the new Gilderoy Lockhart book I just received." Mrs. Pince's tasks are much busier than usual today.
Earlier, Dumbledore had her move a lot of books from elsewhere, and a significant portion of these books would need to be reorganized to create new empty spaces in the restricted section.
This is not an easy task.
This was especially true for Mrs. Pince, a witch who didn't like using magic. After all, she loved books, and organizing and arranging them was a pleasure for her—well, that would have been the case if she hadn't received Filch's copy of "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti" today.
"There really are young wizards who can suppress their curiosity about dark magic!"
While organizing the bookshelves in the forbidden section, Mrs. Pince secretly observed Ian and found that he really didn't linger in front of books related to evil magic such as the Tongue-Strangling Curse, Ear-Twisting Curse, and Skinning Curse. Only then did she breathe a slight sigh of relief and continue with her work.
"Trash, trash, all trash—" Ian's eyes swept across the books, and he could almost hear them whispering seductively to him.
"Learn from me! You will gain unparalleled skills! Murder! Burn corpses! I can give you power!"
"The mysteries of the human body will be revealed to me!"
"Don't you want your enemies to suffer cruel torture and curses? Choose me! I'll show you the magic of curses and bring your enemies the agony of wishing for death!"
These whispers from dark magic books held no allure for Ian, most of which were less enticing than those recorded in "The Secrets of Dark Magic."
Yes.
In terms of both cruelty and the intensity and depth of the magic, the title "Unveiling the Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" clearly indicates that it is not something that ordinary black magic books can compete with.
They were simply more horrifying in appearance. Ian saw a book cover with a mangled, twisted head, blood dripping from its eyes, nose, and mouth.
The nose was turned up into the shape of a pig's nostrils, making it hard to eat a late-night snack no matter how you look at it.
"Do I need you to teach me about the human body?" Ian scoffed, his butcher's instincts running high.
Its extraordinary characteristics mean that it can be said to have mastered them without any teacher, without needing to learn them at all.
Some books were trying to frighten him. Steaming black mist drifted out of the books, vaguely forming the face of a weeping woman. The loud, shrill screech made Ian want to retaliate.
"It's just books, what are you trying to do?" While Mrs. Pince was moving the books, Ian secretly lit a Fiendfyre on the tip of his wand.
In an instant.
All the voices of demons and monsters disappeared, and the black mist face that had appeared shrank back in fear. Ian found the peace and tranquility he wanted in the forbidden book area.
"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, who would follow your example? Who would become a coward with you?" Ian put his wand back with satisfaction and selected some books related to the soul from the forbidden section.
Whether it was due to his own miraculous ability to step into the dreamlike realm, or considering the main theme of the last few years at Hogwarts, Ian had an extremely strong interest in knowledge about the soul.
Mysteries of the Dead
The Law of Life and Death
The Necronomicon
Ian chose three books related to the soul. To be honest, this type of book is not a particularly abundant collection even in the Hogwarts library.
After all, it is the most mysterious realm of life, and wizards who can conduct research in this area...
Looking at the entire wizarding world, they can only be described as extremely rare.
Studies that can be published are even rarer. Therefore, even for an ancient school like Hogwarts, the number of books it can collect is quite limited.
Besides these kinds of books.
Ian also saw an ancient text that intrigued him. The cover was made of a hard, slate-like material, with numerous reliefs of fantastical creatures carved on it.
Its exquisite appearance was the initial factor that attracted Ian, while its title was what made Ian take it off the shelf. Its heavy and solid weight even exceeded the combined weight of the other three books.
Origin of Bloodlines
Ian glanced through it and found a piece of history that went back to before the Wizarding Wars, when wizards had not yet become the rulers of the magical world as they are today.
Whether they are magical creatures born with great power, or other beings like dwarves, giants, gnomes, and elves, they are all born with power many times greater than that of wizards.
Human wizards are merely at the bottom of the food chain. It is in this environment that generations of researchers have emerged from among human wizards, seeking to bridge this gap.
Some chose to rely on discovering magical runes, while others attempted to breed with other races to improve their offspring's talents, and still others fantasized about using shapeshifting to obtain the power of magical creatures.
Regardless of the method used, only a small percentage succeed, while the majority fail. In addition, a more radical group of wizards chose the method of plunder.
Bloodline fusion.
These are the unorthodox methods that these wizards discovered.
The chances of dying from bloodline fusion far exceed those of a failed transmutation—most wizards die from this, with the probability of such a gruesome death being even greater than the chances of a failed transmutation.
however.
Some wizards also succeeded.
This method of seizing the bloodline power of other races is different from the unsustainable effects of magical transformation; it can even be passed down to one's own descendants generation after generation.
Many species that seem extremely dangerous today are actually products of this period. Unlike failed shapeshifting, the products of bloodline fusion do not affect intelligence or thought.
For example, the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts are explicitly mentioned in the book "Bloodline Origins" as a product of bloodline fusion.
There are other races as well.
Their emergence was not a complete success, but it undoubtedly granted them power that did not originally belong to human wizards. Of course, the truly successful wizards were still primarily of human blood.
"For example, the Dumbledore family might be one of the few who succeeded," Ian speculated as he flipped through the book. He was interested in the book because of the mysterious brand on the back of his hand.
Fox's closeness in the office just now caused the mysterious mark on the back of Ian's hand to glow slightly, visible only to him. This was definitely a very, very interesting thing.
[Whenever a member of the Dumbledore family is in dire need of help, the phoenix comes to their side...] This is a well-known consensus in the wizarding world.
Ian felt that this consensus might be due to bloodlines. Many ancient families in the wizarding world have similar situations, such as the Parseltongue's inherited Parseltongue accent.
Voldemort's nostrils became almost as flat as a snake's, which was naturally the effect of dangerous magical transformation, but no one could say for sure whether there were also some factors of bloodline atavism.
After all, there couldn't possibly be only one magical shapeshifter who was so insane as to modify himself, yet it was Voldemort who gained power from magical shapeshifting that was unattainable for other magical shapeshifters.
Just saying Voldemort had extraordinary talent?
The reasons given are indeed a bit too weak.
"The earliest origins of the field of magical transformation may also be the legacy of bloodline fusion, and the disappearance of the Golden Apple prompted more people to enter this field for research."
"Compared to the difficulty of bloodline fusion, the success rate of magical transformation is obviously much higher—."
Ian wasn't interested in ruining his appearance; he was just thinking about Ariana's gift. If he could figure out its secrets, he might be able to have his own phoenix.
"Borrow this book back too!" Ian had seen a lot of knowledge about bloodlines in "Bloodline Origins," and he really couldn't resist the idea of owning a fluffy phoenix.
Perhaps most people feel the same way. After all, even if the phoenix's combat power isn't exceptionally outstanding,
However, it is far cooler and more imposing than those creatures that are more powerful than it.
Tears, capable of healing injuries and poisons, are also considered the best support/healer. Moreover, while the phoenix's combat power isn't top-tier, it's already being compared to the most powerful magical creatures.
"These few are enough, enough for me to study for a while—" Ian was about to ask Mrs. Pince to register the books he wanted to borrow when he saw Mrs. Pince putting some books on the bookshelf.
When Ian entered, he saw several large boxes. Now that Mrs. Pince was dragging these boxes to the forbidden book section, Ian realized that the boxes were actually filled with forbidden books.
The Forbidden Spells Chronicle: Forgotten Dark Forces
Time Vortex: The Spell to Go Against the Current
The Fountain of Immortality
None of these books caught Ian's attention; his gaze fell on one with a very simple cover that was neither cool nor scary.
The books were very old.
Even the pages were worn in many places, and the author's signature was missing in some places. Yes, it was this seemingly dilapidated forbidden book that Ian couldn't take his eyes off once he saw it, and his emotions were fluctuating wildly!
"Ms. Pince, I want to borrow this book too!" Ian hurriedly grabbed the old book from the large box, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked at the cover of the book.
Mind Manipulation: From Legilimency to Soul Seduction
Beneath the distorted and dilapidated book title.
She has the stunningly beautiful face of a witch.
Her eyes were cold and icy, as if they possessed a terrifying, deep, and dark insight. Just looking directly at the cover could send chills down one's spine, making one feel as if their soul had been seen through.
So familiar.
Ian's hands trembled, and his heart was screaming.
"Teacher Mara! You said you can't read minds! What the hell!"