Soaring at Hogwarts

"Professor, will there be any focus on the final exam?"

In the office, Ian brought a bag of candy as a gift and sat respectfully opposite Quirrell.

"I, I can't say, Ian." Quirrell hesitated, forced a smile and said, "This is against the rules, no, but, you can definitely pass it."

"It's hard to say," Ian said modestly, "I just have some experience in magic spells, but Defense Against the Dark Arts also has to deal with dark magic creatures, which I don't really understand."

This is a lie.

"Ha-ha, no, it won't be difficult. After all, you are only in the first grade."

"I'm very curious about this, Professor." Ian took out the book "Fighting Dark Magical Creatures" given by Quirrell and spread it out. "The book you gave me also has some powerful creatures written about it."

"Such as werewolves, earth-hovering bats, fire dragons..."

"I-we won't take these tests, it's too, too difficult."

"But I'm very interested, Professor Quirrell." Ian's eyes sparkled, "I read the book without finishing every word. Can you teach me more?"

"Of course," Quirrell said, "We talked about various treatments for wolf and werewolf bites in class, but..."

Ian listened attentively and didn't seem to be impatient at all because of Quirrell's stuttering.

"Professor, I heard that there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. Is this true?"

That's right, Ian answered in his mind - he had seen it before.

"Yes, there is such a legend," Quirrell said in detail, "If two werewolves mate in wolf form during the full moon, something very strange will happen. .

It, they, will give birth to a litter of real wolf pups, which will look the same as real wolves, but have intelligence close to that of humans.

According to legend, the wolves and werewolves in the Forbidden Forest came from this. "

"What about the Voldemort Bat..."

"The crouching bat is a very, very rare creature that can only be seen in hot and tropical areas.

The guardian spell is the only known spell that can drive it away. "

Quirrell seemed unwilling to say more about the creature.

"What about the fire dragon? Is this a dark magical creature?"

"Fire, fire dragon, a powerful demon, magical creature, maybe, the author considered its destructiveness, so he included it."

"Oh, that's right." Ian said thoughtfully, "I remember that Hagrid liked fire dragons very much and always wanted to keep one."

"Ha, haha, is that so?"

"Then what other magical creatures are equally dangerous? Professor, can you tell us?"

Quirrell lowered his head, seeming to be deep in thought.

"There is, for example, a three-headed dog. A very, very rare magical creature. Few people know what its weaknesses are."

"Oh, three-headed dog," Ian said with a nonchalant look, "Wouldn't this kind of creature fall asleep as soon as it listens to music? How dangerous it is."

Quirrell's eyes lit up.

"Did you divine this?"

"No, it's just that it's famous." Ian said matter-of-factly, "Are there any other truly dangerous creatures?"

Quirrell spoke of the pentapod, a creature whose name in runes represents "5."

After chatting for a while, Ian left.

On the way back to the dormitory, he was a little excited - he didn't expect to pass the information to Quirrell so easily.

Ian told Dumbledore about this and asked him to tell him before he "fell into the trap" and left Hogwarts.

What followed was a long wait, and until Easter, Quirrell did not take action.

But Ian's mushrooms grew first.

Didi lay next to the medicine field and watched boredly as Ian used a horn knife to pick Ganoderma lucidum into a black cloth bag.It wanted to taste these little things so many times that Ian had to scare it by saying "poisonous".

"Okay, Didi, let's go."

Ian left the medicine field without looking back, thinking about finding some kind of guinea pig to try.

Didi hummed and followed beside him, rubbing his already huge body against Ian.

"I can't play with you today. I have my final exam soon and I have to review."

Didi didn't care and just lay down on the ground to stop Ian.

"Okay, okay," Ian compromised, "Just for a little while."

…………Thunder and lightning, it can’t cover my ears, I am thinking about the forest, and I am picking orchids…………

Quirrell became increasingly thin and pale, and Ian could feel that he was weakening rapidly. Occasionally, he could even feel dark magic fluctuations in him.

The day was getting closer, Ian was sure.

Harry and the three of them were always paying attention to Quirrell's condition and sending him encouragement - Ian wanted to know how they would view his current behavior after knowing the full truth.

One weekend, Ian ran to the library as usual.He discovered that in addition to the familiar trio, Samantha was also there.

"Why are you here?" Ian asked softly.

"I also have to prepare for the exam."

"Do you also want to take the divination test?" Ian saw the astrology chart in her hand.

Samantha took the book away and stuffed it into the pile: "It's astronomy, silly."

"Really?" Ian was suspicious, "You're not still thinking about what I saw that day, are you? I told you it's okay."

"Really?" Samantha asked in an equally skeptical tone.

"Well, at least it's okay now. Everything has been taken care of." Ian raised a hand and swore, "It couldn't be truer."

"Then tell me, what did you see that day?"

"Well... someone might be trying to hurt the unicorn..." Ian whispered back.

"what?!"

Mrs. Pince appeared behind them almost immediately.

"Don't talk loudly in the library!" she shouted loudly, which could be heard even when the books were banned. "Get out! Get out!"

The two little wizards ran out of the library quickly, their books following behind them and hitting them on the head.

"Okay," Samantha sighed, "I'll go back to the lounge and read, what about you?"

Ian thought for a while and said, "I'll go too. You take down the astrology book from last time. I'll teach you and tell you what I saw."

By the way, let's take a look at the specific day when Mars enters Aries, and estimate when Voldemort and Quirrell will take action.

A flash of embarrassment flashed across Samantha's face.

"what happened?"

"Well, that book, uh," Samantha scratched her face, paused, and then said in one breath, "was confiscated by Professor McGonagall."

"Were you caught watching in class?" Ian keenly guessed the truth.

Samantha used the blame-shifting technique: "It's not because of you! If you told me what happened, would I still have to study it?"

"Okay, okay, my fault," Ian raised his hands in surrender, "This is Aria's book, it's better to take it back."

Instead of going upstairs, the two of them knocked on the door of the Gryffindor Headmaster's office, which was also on the second floor.