Hogwarts Raven

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Daphne's happiness had vanished.

Snape's iconic scolding of latecomers was also absent.

Ian's mood visibly dimmed.

"What's wrong?" Aurora asked, concern etched on her face as she noticed Ian sigh heavily, his eyes dull as he watched Snape stride toward the 'teacher's desk'.

"I lost all my happiness today."

He had specifically brought a gift for Daphne Greengrass, but unexpectedly, she was still struggling on the first floor. Or perhaps the clever 'pureblood witch' had anticipated his anticipation?

"Oh, I see. You've been kissed by a Dementor." Aurora calmly arranged her textbooks. Surprisingly, her brand-new book was filled with detailed notes.

Ian noticed this when he turned his head.

"You got the deluxe edition!"

He saw annotations that were clearly from the 'Acolyte' group's 'Potions Masters' and gasped in a low voice.

"Gemina(Duplicate)!"

Aurora cast a spell on her textbook, and immediately, an identical book was copied. Her delicate little hands pushed it toward Ian.

"It'll last for one class. Next 'Potions' lesson, I'll still share with you." Aurora's cool voice carried the tone of an abacus clicking.

"I'm not envious at all."

Ian eagerly flipped open the book and began reading the notes. If he calculated correctly, tomorrow night he would be able to enter the 'Twilight Zone' again. He wondered how 'Professor Mara's' research on new-era 'potions' was progressing.

"Very good. It seems all of you present understand the importance of punctuality. This is especially crucial in the 'refining' process of 'potions'."

Snape, at the 'teacher's desk', had already begun the lesson.

"The preparation of 'potions' is a precise and rigorous craft. Some may think it is not 'magic', but in truth, few can appreciate the beauty of a simmering 'cauldron' emitting wisps of white smoke and a truly enchanting fragrance. Even fewer can genuinely perceive the 'magical power' contained in the liquid that flows into people's veins."

Snape's sinister gaze swept over all the young 'wizards' present.

He paused briefly.

Meanwhile, Ian whispered to his 'friend' beside him.

"He's about to start boasting."

As soon as the words fell—

Sure enough.

"I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even…" At this point, Snape deliberately paused for a moment before enunciating heavily:

"Stopper death!"

Ian finally witnessed this iconic scene and some light returned to his eyes.

"Actually, Snape can't do that. His opening speech is completely copied. He's about to call us idiots and fools." Ian's words made the girl beside him freeze for a moment.

And sure enough— just as Ian predicted.

"I can teach you many things, but only if you are not the kind of fools and dunderheads I frequently encounter."

Snape precisely timed his annual act of superiority.

Since Ian and Aurora were sitting toward the back, Snape couldn't hear their whispered conversation at all. He only saw Ian talking to little 'Grindelwald'.

He chose to ignore it.

"How did you know? Could it be that you can also predict the future?" Aurora's bright eyes widened in disbelief, filled with wonder.

"Huh?"

Ian was stunned.

"What do you mean 'also'?"

He caught the key point.

"My 'Family' has this talent— we can see future events. Actually, I already saw this scene the moment I stepped into the classroom." Aurora made no effort to hide it and openly pointed to her own eyes.

"Your grandfather too?"

Ian was shocked. He wasn't particularly familiar with the 'Grindelwald' family's situation. Before he 'crossed over', he had heard that a movie about 'Grindelwald' was about to be released.

"He is far more powerful than me." Aurora answered solemnly.

"Uh…" Ian didn't sense any particular emotion. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Pardon me, but… did he see his own ending?"

Faced with this question—

Aurora's expression did not change.

"His 'Acolytes' still believe that both the past and the present are merely choices my grandfather made— to achieve a 'greater good'."

The German girl did not give a direct answer.

However—

"I understand now… The power of belief is truly terrifying."

Ian clicked his tongue.

"Who isn't?" Aurora nodded in agreement.

"Now, pair up in groups of two and 'refine' a 'Boil-Cure Potion'. I must remind you to be extremely careful during the process— unless you want to join Miss Daphne."

By now, Snape had finished explaining the textbook content and was preparing for the young 'wizards' to practice. He glanced at Ian and Aurora, who had been whispering.

Then—

With a blank expression, he looked toward the Slytherin area.

"Michael Jordan, get back to your own 'House'."

Annoyance always needed an outlet, and Snape chose to vent it on 'Little Black' who had been lingering in the Slytherin section.

Two 'limited skins' standing together was too conspicuous to ignore.

"Huh?"

Michael looked completely unwilling. He glanced at the 'Ravenclaw' section—more precisely, at Ian— his face full of confusion about why this was happening.

"I don't want to repeat myself." Snape's voice was harsh.

"Alright, 'Professor'."

Michael shrank his neck, picked up his things, and slunk off to the corner—where William was still huddled alone during class.

The 'class' continued.

"Hurry and grab the ingredients, or they'll all be gone."

Ian pulled out his golden 'cauldron', fiddling with it while speaking to Aurora.

"Oh, alright."

Aurora quickly got up and ran to the storage cabinet.

Everyone was selecting their ingredients.

Surprisingly, Snape did not scold or deduct points from anyone. He simply walked around the classroom inspecting the students and finally stopped in front of Ian, who was pretending to set up his 'cauldron'.

By this time, Aurora had already brought back the ingredients—quickly. Some young 'wizards' from the Slytherin section had directly handed over their selected materials to her.

"Mr. Prince, why haven't you started yet?"

Snape looked at Aurora grinding 'snake fangs' and coldly questioned Ian, who hadn't even set up his 'cauldron'.

"'Professor', we're dividing the work."

Ian responded with a completely serious expression.

"…"

Snape wordlessly 'glanced at' the busy Aurora.

He gritted his teeth and walked away.

However—

His gaze kept flickering toward Ian and Aurora.

And so, Snape witnessed a scene that made him clench his teeth and nearly throw Ian out of the classroom in anger.

Aurora ground the 'snake fangs'.

Ian tended the fire.

Aurora prepared the 'horned slugs'.

Ian tended the fire.

Aurora added the 'porcupine quills' and stirred vigorously.

Ian tended the fire.

After five rounds—

The 'potion' was completed…

Ian extinguished the fire.

'(End of Chapter)'