Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 846 238: Return and Daily Life_3

For Ian's kind of inattentive behavior, not only did the students not find it unusual, even Professor Flitwick was the same, though he would occasionally pose a question to Ian.

"Ian, can you demonstrate this magic spell for us?" Professor Flitwick's voice came from the podium, his gaze first pretending to sweep over the students in the classroom before finally settling on Ian.

The classroom suddenly became silent, all the little wizards' eyes were focused on Ian. They all knew Ian was the most outstanding student at Ravenclaw College, and could even be considered one of the best wizards at Hogwarts. Every time he demonstrated magic, he would bring forth some astonishing effects.

Thus, Ian nodded and stood up, slightly bowing to his house head.

"Of course, Professor."

Ian was not influenced by Riddle for his manners to be so perfect; his bow had another layer of meaning. You could see, Ian directly raised his hand without a prior swing and performed the incantation casting.

The speed was incredibly fast.

The target was precisely Professor Flitwick.

"Ah?"

Professor Flitwick did not anticipate this situation at all; he intended to let a student feel this magic, but Ian's quick start left him unresponsive.

Thus caught off guard, the headmaster was hit by the magic.

His body trembled violently, his complexion instantly turning pale. Then, he began to retch sharply, as if something was about to surge out of his throat.

"Ugh—"

Professor Flitwick bent down, covering his mouth with one hand, while the other hand was directly supporting the podium. His body was trembling violently, as if in great discomfort.

Following this.

A giant slug was vomited out from his mouth. The slug was larger than Professor Flitwick's body, its slimy body squirming on the ground, emanating a nauseating smell. A chorus of gasps sounded throughout the classroom, the little wizards covered their mouths, some even turned their heads away, not daring to look.

"Merlin's beard!"

A Hufflepuff student whispered in amazement.

"That's just too disgusting!"

He said this, yet his eyes never left the slug spat out by the professor. Obviously, a Hufflepuff who had gone astray.

"Good! Very good!" Professor Flitwick's face remained pale, but he fought off his nausea, lifting his head to look at Ian, reluctantly squeezing out a smile.

"Very... very brilliant magic, Ian." His voice wavered slightly, but his tone was filled with admiration, "Ravenclaw, twenty points!"

Professor Flitwick added points decisively, smart people could see the reason he loved to quiz Ian was because Ian always managed to display extraordinary magic ability during class.

With such a student.

No headmaster could pass up the chance to score points for their college. Although Professor Flitwick suffered this time, since he was already hit, he certainly had to endure and add the points.

This is the timely loss mitigation that adults ought to have! The little wizards don't quite understand yet, so whispers arose in the classroom, and the little wizards showed surprised expressions. They didn't expect Professor Flitwick to be so generous in giving Ian points after such an "attack".

"Thank you, Professor."

Ian smiled slightly and bowed once again.

Professor Flitwick waved his hand, indicating Ian to sit down. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, then turned to the students in the classroom.

."Class, Ian's demonstration is exceptionally perfect. His magic starts quickly and has remarkable effects, which are precisely the skills we need to master in dueling."

Professor Flitwick's tone carried a bit of sentiment, he once again looked at Ian who had returned to his seat, "I believe, Ian, you will definitely become an outstanding Dueling Master!"

What a wonderful wish.

This is the gold standard of the headmaster's favorite child.

Even though the headmaster was still feeling sick, his affection for Ian had not diminished.

At this moment, applause sounded throughout the classroom, although some little wizards were still lingering on the huge slug, they also had to admit that Ian, the young professor's magic was indeed astonishing. Spending money on this young professor's class was definitely worth it! Unintentionally, Ian had once again won a few potential customers for his little class.

Very soon.

It was time for class to end.

Ian did not go to the hall with the other students, but instead went alone to the Room of Requirement. He pushed open the door, the room filled with a chilling atmosphere.

You could see, the black-robed skeleton was sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, stroking a pitiful Dementor as if petting a cat. The Dementor shivered but dared not have any thoughts of escaping.

Ian's gaze fell on the black-robed skeleton. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling something. Who would have thought, that the goddess who was once lively and a blend of gentle and bold, full of vitality, now had become like this—a cold skeleton framework, unable to fully understand even many words?

"Hey, comrade, long time no see."

Ian said softly.

The black-robed skeleton slowly lifted its head, its hollow eye sockets were full of confusion. It tilted its head, as if trying hard to understand Ian's words, but ultimately just silently lowered its head.

Continuing to caress the Dementor beside it—this goddess, perhaps she hadn't truly died... yet definitely could not be considered truly alive either.