Reborn at Hogwarts

At some point, Geralt Vesemir had already sat in the corner of the living room, looking at Ivan with a smile on his face.

The moment he appeared in front of his eyes, broken memories surged up again.

In these bits and pieces, Ivan saw that Geralt Vesemir had been sitting here since the three of them boarded the carriage.

Always watching every move of the three of them.

This guy……

Ivan's eyes gradually turned fierce.

"Ooooh - don't look at me like that."

Geralt smiled and waved his hand, "You can't do anything here, otherwise the Path of Mist will collapse directly, and we will also fall to some inexplicable place."

Pausing for a moment, Geralt seemed to be admiring the expression on Ivan's face, "Don't be too scared, I won't hurt you. After all, you are my grandson... grandson."

Although it is true, it sounds very uncomfortable.

Is there a way to get Dumbledore's attention to what's going on here—

While gnashing his teeth at this cheap ancestor who seemed to be everywhere, Ivan began to think about ways to save himself.

His body remained in a rigid state, unable to move, unable to speak, even unable to open his mouth, as if an invisible zipper sealed his mouth.

"Relax, relax." Sensing Ivan's intentions, Geralt raised his hand, signaling the boy not to be so nervous, "Our conversations will not be heard, even Dumbledore Professor, I won't find your anomaly either."

The moment he opened his mouth, Ivan immediately felt as if the invisible shackles on his body had been lifted. He immediately took out his wand and pointed it at Geralt. When the latter smiled and raised his hands in surrender, he turned his head and looked at Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye.

At this glance, his heart sank.

Although Geralt had appeared in front of him with a calm attitude, Dumbledore and Zoe, who were talking at the side who didn't know what to say, didn't notice it at all.

Standing from Ivan's perspective, he could clearly see a faint gray barrier around the two of them. It seemed that its existence distorted the perception of Dumbledore and Zoe, making them unaware of Ivan's danger Affection.

When he turned his gaze to Geralt again, Ivan saw that he had stood up, walked briskly in front of him, and stared at him condescendingly.

He paid no attention to the wand pointed at his face.

"What is your purpose?" Ivan found that his voice had become extremely dry.

"I need that diary," Geralt said.

After a moment of silence, Ivan nodded. While still pointing his wand at Geralt with his right hand, he slowly raised his left hand and put it into the leather pocket under Geralt's gaze, and put the book that once belonged to Luo Te. Inar Ravenclaw's diary was brought out.

"That's it." Geralt took the diary with a smile, and put it in his pocket casually, "Well done, kid. Now I got what I wanted, and you don't have to worry about being affected by the curse. You can kill two birds with one stone." .It's a good deal, isn't it?"

Looking at the expressionless Ivan, he smiled and said meaningfully, "I'll give you a suggestion: don't meddle in matters related to the Kingdom of the Dead in the future."

"Why?" Ivan asked coldly.

"You don't even need to ask why?" Geralt shrugged and smiled exaggeratedly, "Because this is the general trend, understand, child? And—this is also my wish, so even if you want to do something, you can do it. There won’t be any results, it’s better to stay in school and study hard.”

"So what Paracelsus said is true? The kingdom of the dead is merging with the present?" Ivan asked.

"There is no need to lie about this kind of thing." Geralt said very frankly, "So enjoy the few remaining happy times - your time is running out."

He seemed to lose interest in continuing the conversation, so he straightened up and gave Ivan one last look.

"This is the last warning, Ivan." He said calmly, "Don't meddle in the next thing. Sometimes having a special soul is not necessarily a good thing. Maybe you can escape the 'Eater of Corpse' once, but good luck doesn't matter." Will always take care of you."

special soul?

This sentence made Ivan startled.

"etc--"

He wanted to stop Geralt, but the latter disappeared into the air with a bang.

"what sound?"

Dumbledore yelled, and Ivan turned his head to look, and found that the old man was already holding a wand in front of Zoe.

It seems that after Geralt left, the magic that blocked perception has been lifted.

Ivan sighed.

While knowing many secrets, they discovered more secrets that have not yet been discovered.

He just feels exhausted.

...

Watching the carriage disappear in the gray fog, Ivan looked at Dumbledore and Zoe beside him.

Ivan had told them the truth after Geralt Vesemir disappeared.

The result was incredible silence.

"Don't worry." Dumbledore said. Although he was smiling, Ivan could feel his worry. "As for the curse of those black feathers on your body, Nicholas had promised to help you find a solution before he left. I'll help you figure it out."

"Then thank you very much."

Ivan bowed slightly to Dumbledore gratefully, and then looked at Zooey.

The latter wrinkled his nose at him and nodded, so Ivan said goodbye to Dumbledore again, and then walked to the Ravenclaw Tower with Zoe.

All the way without words.

Because of the impact of this series of events, Ivan was in no mood to speak at this time.

As for Zooey, she seemed to want to say something, but she seemed to be struggling with something, and she couldn't say it.

When they returned to the common room, it was still early, and most of the students hadn't woken up yet. The two who had received permission to "take a day off" separated at the door leading to the men's and women's dormitories.

"that……"

After Ivan turned around, Zooey’s voice suddenly sounded.

"What's wrong?" Ivan asked.

"Well...it's nothing, I just want to say..." Zooey hesitated for a while with a tangled face, and then said eagerly, "Don't be too sad, there must be a solution."

Ivan stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Thank you," he said. "I'll see you at lunch."

"Yeah." Zooey nodded.

The two turned around and returned to their dormitories.

...

In the dimly lit room, someone lit an oil lamp on the desk.

The man in the suit and top hat stretched.

"What do you think of our plan?"

he asked with a smile.

"It's not good." From the shadows in the corner, a person walked out slowly.