yasinovel Chapter 868 246: Harry? No! It's Harley!
Chapter 868 246: Harry? No! It's Harley!
The dinner time passed quickly.
Although Ian arrived late, he also had a comfortable meal. The noise in the hall gradually dissipated as dinner ended, and students from each house surged toward the exit like the tide receding.
Night was about to fall.
Everyone would return to their common room to rest.
Ian leisurely walked at the end, contemplating his next plan. As he passed through the hall corridor, he happened to see Harry coming out of Snape's office.
The boy looked more disheveled than at dinner, his glasses askew, hair messier than usual, and his green eyes full of shame and frustration.
"Damn Snape!"
Harry cursed and swore, seeming as if he had suffered a major blow, almost bumping into the wall as he walked. Ian couldn't help but wonder what Snape had said or done to him.
So.
The little wizard carefully observed with his own eyes.
He saw some unknown liquid still on Harry's robe, emitting a strange smell—fortunately, it was just the scent of evening primrose. If it were the scent of heather, Ian felt he would need to raise the alarm.
"Is this kind uncle researching a transformation potion?"
Ian sniffed, discerning from the residual smell of the potion what exactly Harry Potter had been experimented with. He didn't step forward to greet the upset Harry, only watched as Harry cursed and swore while heading toward the Slytherin Common Room, perhaps experiencing being Harley for real just ten minutes ago.
Yes.
Ian had already identified through the effects of the ingredients what kind of magic potion Harry Potter was helping Snape with. It was definitely a boon for certain special groups.
"Kind uncle, terrifying as ever!"
Ian didn't know why Snape suddenly started researching such a potion.
Perhaps it was at Dumbledore's request.
Or maybe it was due to some unspeakable perverse psychology. In any case, the one suffering was definitely Harry Potter, whom Snape had set his sights on. Ian could only silently mourn for Mr. Savior in his heart for two seconds.
"When it comes to invention and innovation, I'm the absolute champ!"
Ian watched as Harry Potter left.
The night at Hogwarts Castle was filled with a mysterious and tranquil aura, with moonlight shining through stained glass onto the corridor floor, forming patches of dim light and shadow.
Like a street stroller, the little wizard wandered in the Hogwarts Castle after dinner, his own unique way of aiding digestion, as most students had to mind the curfew.
It was almost an hour after dinner, and there were hardly any students seen in the corridor. Ian strolled leisurely, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
Sounding especially clear.
"Oh, Little Ian, you really look like a lion patrolling its territory," a portrait remarked, watching Ian walk like he owned the place.
"Oh, not at all, not at all, just admiring the beauty of our Hogwarts," Ian grinned from ear to ear, politely waving to the portrait that spoke so candidly.
Rounding a corner, suddenly, a familiar figure came into view—Filch, the bad-tempered caretaker always gruff with the students.
At this moment, when everyone else had already retired, Filch stood at the end of the corridor, focusing intently on some odd ritual by the dim light of a torch.
Well, calling it a ritual is a bit much; it was more like those antics students would laugh about, certain evidence of Filch surely having gone mad. Last semester, Filch had been performing the same attempts for almost half the semester.
"Today! It has to work today! Yes! I will succeed!" Filch in his perpetually unchanged brown coat, grey-white hair tied into a small ponytail at the back. His wrinkle-covered face full of determination, his clouded eyes fixed on the iron bucket in front of him, muttering continuously.
"This time it'll work! It has to work!" He excitedly murmured to himself, fingers trembling as he touched his forehead, a resolute look in his eyes, "I can feel it...just a bit more..."
Indeed, a bit of a madman vibe.
"Here we go again."
Ian cast an Illusionary Body Spell on himself and stepped into the corridor where Filch was, intending to bypass this stubborn guy trying to acquire magic through self-harm.
However.
Filch's action truly made him hard to watch. Filch took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and then slammed into the immensely solid wall.
"Bang!"
This guy wasn't smashing into the iron bucket anymore but had switched to bashing something even sturdier, the dull thud echoing in the corridor made Ian feel his head hurt just watching.
"More pain! This pain can surely stimulate my magical power!" Filch staggered back, his forehead bright red, yet his face gleamed with joy.
It's hard to know which crash course during the holiday Filch attended for squib advancement, but this double dose of self-harm made people feel he might indeed have lost it.
Indeed.
Having witnessed the wonders of magic and then losing it again must indeed be different from never having seen it. Ian realized Filch's obsession was related to his experiment the last semester.
Who would have thought, after half a year, this poor soul was still persisting? The guy indeed had an iron will; only his poor character made Ian reluctant to lend a real hand.
"However, since it is related to my actions." Seeing Filch about to bash his head into the wall again, Ian sighed, pulled out his magic wand, and cast an Obliviate on Filch.