Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 869 246: Harry? No! It's Harley! (2)

All memories related to suddenly acquiring magic were rewritten by him.

The next moment.

Filch's eyes became bewildered.

"Why am I here?" He touched his aching forehead, thought he had accidentally fallen, and while grumbling that it was all the fault of those damned little wizards throwing things around, he walked towards his own lounge—Ian looked at the magic wand in his hand, and didn't feel guilty about casting spells on others.

"I always said I have some psychological issues." Ian was guessing what additional effects might occur when using the Obliviate Spell under the framework of mythological magic, while heading towards his own Ravenclaw Common Room. Aurora's substitute class made him think about his little classroom again.

This was a moment to compete with good friends over teaching skills.

In front of the Ravenclaw Common Room, the Bronze Eagle Door Ring was dozing. Ian lightly coughed, and the eagle ring immediately awoke, asking in a solemn voice.

"What becomes more when shared?"

It posed a routine question without making things difficult for Ian.

However.

"I love you."

Ian gave a simple and direct response. It sounded like answering irrelevantly, but the door still opened with a roar. The reason he wasn't targeted by the door ring anymore was also because of this situation.

The little wizard had mastered a simple and direct way to deal with the ring.

The common room was brightly lit and more lively than usual at this time — there were not only Ravenclaw students but also a few young people clearly from other houses. They sat in twos and threes on the blue and bronze sofas or gathered around the fireplace, whispering. These were all students waiting for the little classroom to start.

When Ian entered, all eyes turned to him. A red-haired Hufflepuff girl excitedly jumped up: "He's here! The young professor is here!"

The girl's voice was very enthusiastic.

Ian remembered this little fangirl was named Emily.

"Good evening, all you eager-to-learn students, it's time for extra lessons." Ian smiled as he walked to the center of the common room, casually draping his outer robe over the sofa.

The next moment.

A very perceptive student brought over his dedicated seat.

Ian noticed a few students in the corner still with bruises and scrapes on their faces, clearly having just experienced a "friendly exchange." He shook his head and pulled out a small bottle of purple ointment from his pocket, tossing it to them.

"Apply this, and the bruises will be gone tomorrow." The little wizard loved the feeling of giving small favors to others, he said, and sat down in his dedicated seat.

The seat began to float in mid-air, the aim was so everyone could see him, "Tonight, we are going to learn a very practical spell — [Silencing Spell]."

The little wizards surrounding the floating seat immediately showed interest, and the common room was filled with a buzz of excitement. Ian waited a few seconds, raising his hand to signal silence.

"The reason this spell is practical," he continued, "is because it's the best way to counter most wizards. Just think, being unable to chant spells means even the most powerful wizard won't be able to cast magic."

That said.

Ian began today's lesson.

And after teaching the students this magic, Ian also received some questions from them.

"Young professor, if this magic is cast, the caster also cannot speak, so isn't it the same being unable to chant spells?" The one raising this doubt was his same-house friend, Qiu Zhang.

Only those very familiar with Ian would dare to question the knowledge imparted by Ian's Chronicles. Ian actually felt quite guilty about it, as the [Silencing Spell] was just an immature transitional product of his research on [Unforgivable Curses].

However.

He was no longer a first-year student, and with his quick thinking, he could easily find a suitable excuse. Instead, he flashed a mysterious smile.

"That's the beauty of this spell." Ian glanced around, making sure everyone was focusing on him, "My spell puts everyone on the same level. When the magic wears off, it's about whose fist is stronger, isn't it? And our young fists are certainly stronger than the old folks'!"

This was evidently a case of concept shifting.

However.

The students didn't notice this was a flawed argument.

"I understand! No wonder the founder of Gryffindor also practiced swordsmanship!" Even a student from Gryffindor seemed to find the reason for the founder practicing swordsmanship.

He slapped his forehead.

And found the perfect excuse for Ian.

"Yes, yes, that's it, mastering both magic and swordsmanship, only then is one a qualified wizard, a perfect wizard, a wizard who can inherit the will of the ancestors!"

Ian immediately took over the conversation, his voice passionate, and secretly used a little magic to stir the atmosphere, instantly reviving the energy in the entire common room.

Taking the opportunity.

Ian also started promoting his "Arthurian Swordsmanship Collection."

"I want to learn! I want to learn!"

There were many with a desire to learn.

No one doubted the authenticity of Ian's swordsmanship.

However.

Ian didn't conduct on-site teaching. Not because he wanted to inflate his price, but because he hadn't even possessed the book yet and needed to trick and deceive someone somewhere else tonight.

Of course.

Letting Ariana teach wouldn't be impossible, but Ian worried that if Dumbledore also came to class daily, it might scare away this significant group of loyal study group members.