The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 64: You're Like My First Love [3rd Update]

Hogwarts Library.

Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, Ian was unaware that his performance in the Transfiguration class actually led to an in-depth conversation between the current and future principals in the principal's office.

The world of Transfiguration is incredibly fascinating.

The increasing proficiency also makes it a pleasure to do.

Polymorph (Level 3) 114/800

After a significant improvement in proficiency.

Time flew by and it was already afternoon.

Ian glanced at the time on the wall.

There were still fifty minutes until Potions class began. Considering the somewhat rebellious staircases at Hogwarts, he had to end his library visit early.

of course.

In order to have something to study in the evening, Ian decided to borrow some books to take home.

"Look at me! Look at me!"

"I can show you 500 ways to identify magical creatures!"

"Would you like to learn about cooking?"

"I have so much knowledge, it's almost bursting my body!"

It must be said that Hogwarts' library is truly amazing. Even outside the restricted section, Ian still saw several books that could make sounds.

However, these were not the books he actually wanted to read. Following the library's classifications, Ian searched among the bookshelves and finally selected several books that he had originally intended to read.

A Brief History of Hogwarts Students

A Detailed History of Medieval Wizards

The Legend of the Mysterious Realm

Land of Illusions: Limbo

While these books didn't contain knowledge on how to improve one's strength, they did hold the secrets Ian desperately needed to find. He wanted to know the historical traces left by Master Mara and Pandro.

He also wanted to know what kind of connection he had with the illusionary realm. At the same time, Ian also suspected that Ariana might be a relative of a Hogwarts student from hundreds of years ago.

Although the pretty senior had promised to help him find out, if Ariana's brothers had already graduated,

I'm afraid even my senior might not be able to get any useful information from her.

Ian always takes his friends' affairs very seriously.

Perhaps the books on the public shelves won't answer all his questions, but he can only explore little by little. If all else fails, he can find a way to sneak into the restricted section at night to look for the remaining answers. The restricted section is like a sieve, repeatedly entered every year, so one more student violating school rules won't make a big difference.

Just as the Sorting Hat said.

Ian possesses the qualities to be a graduate of multiple colleges.

"I need to borrow these books."

Ian placed a total of seven or eight books on Mrs. Irma Pines's desk. She was a thin, elderly woman who looked like a malnourished vulture.

"A young Ravenclaw wizard?"

Mrs. Pince was tending to her feather duster.

Being able to spend 365 days a year organizing and guarding books in the Hogwarts library, Mrs. Irma Pines was clearly divorced or widowed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Ian maintained social understanding.

"I like your young Ravenclaw wizards because you know how to cherish books better than the other houses," Mrs. Pince said, her gaze softening slightly as she looked at Ian.

She glanced at the books Ian wanted to borrow.

"Normally, I only lend five books to young wizards at a time." Mrs. Pince was clearly implying that Ian wanted to borrow too many books.

"Perhaps I can become the extraordinary one?"

"Madam, I simply want to learn more and become a wizard who can be of use to the world. I have never seen my father since I was a child; he may have died shortly after I was born."

"I heard he died in a battle with a mysterious man. He probably fell just before dawn. I hope to learn something and let him know that I have not let him down."

"He died to create a better life for me, so I have to make myself better." Ian temporarily borrowed his roommate Michael's background.

That's really infectious.

How to put it? Maybe, perhaps, probably—I've heard—isn't this telling the truth in a very new way? While playing the victim, Ian also tried to bribe.

Ian now has very little control over the extraordinary characteristics of [Thought Perception], so the effect is somewhat reduced, but this is enough for him to understand where to start.

"Madam, I brought some delicious gummies from home to school. When I return the books next time, I hope I can have the pleasure of bringing some for you to try."

Elderly people living alone are particularly susceptible to this kind of treatment.

"No candy while reading." Mrs. Pince did not refuse. In this day and age, before the Donald's inequality was invented, not refusing naturally meant tacit approval.

"Of course, I guarantee they will return to their homes safely." Ian nodded obediently, and Mrs. Pince's eyes softened even more upon hearing this.

"You're quite likable, and you even look like my first love from when I was little. I hope you won't betray my trust, nor will you let these precious books down."

Mrs. Pince finally registered Ian for the book.

"Of course, thank you for your help."

Ian, clutching the book, quickly thanked him.

Although he didn't believe at all that Mrs. Pince's first love could be as handsome as him, he also felt that Mrs. Pince wasn't as unconvincing as many of the little wizards said.

Leave the library.

On the way back, we didn't encounter any young wizards, or rather, apart from the young wizards from Ravenclaw.

Very few young wizards would walk down this corridor leading to the library.

"Waaaaah!!!"

On the road.

Ian encountered a cat with its fur standing on end. It growled at him in a low, menacing tone, bared its teeth, and stared at him like a thug. This was the cat of the caretaker, Argus Filch, named Mrs. Lorris, whose temperament was just as eccentric as Argus Filch himself.

"Excuse me."

Ian wanted to reason with him.

however.

"Whoosh!!!!!"

Mrs. Lorris growled even louder.

"Fear descends!"

Ian only liked well-behaved cats who were kind to people, so he didn't hesitate to take out his wand and rewarded Mrs. Lorris with a roadblock in the deserted corridor.

"Waaaaah!!"

Mrs. Lorris covered her eyes with her two paws and began to roll around on the ground in terror, crying like a baby. It was unclear what she was experiencing.

The magic's effects would last for a few minutes. Ian bypassed Mrs. Lorris and went back to the Ravenclaw common room to put all the books he had rented into his bedroom.

I checked the time.

There's still half an hour left.

only.

"Hurry! Hurry! My brother told me that I absolutely cannot be late for Potions class!"

"The upperclassmen said that anyone who's late will be forced to drink a whole bottle of aphrodisiac!"

"I heard it involves drinking the venom of a giant spider?"

The first-year Ravenclaw wizards were in a panic, fearing they would be punished for being late for Potions class. Their clever little minds couldn't understand why Snape would reward them like this.

Perhaps it's because they're still too young and inexperienced; even the smartest mind is still just smart.

There is clearly more than enough time.

That's what Ian said.

In action, however, they quickly followed the main group and ran towards the Potions classroom.

This lesson.

Ravenclaw will go up with Slytherin.