Reborn at Hogwarts

As Madam Pomfrey said, after taking the potion she prepared and adding a few small incantations, Ivan's injuries healed up to a point that night. When he woke up, he had completely recovered his health.

"Don't let me see you in the school hospital again."

Madam Pomfrey could not stop complaining while helping Ivan remove the bandages wrapped around his body. Ivan knew that she was also doing it for his own good, so he didn't dare to complain about this conscientious lady, so he could only chuckle dryly to agree.

Taking off the bandages, Ivan got out of bed with Madam Pomfrey's support, jumped on the spot twice, rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the right hand that was stepped on by the black-robed wizard. Sure enough, there was not even a single scar left. .

After thanking Madam Pomfrey, Ivan quickly left the school hospital.

He still has things to confirm.

When the black-robed wizard broke into the Ravenclaw common room, he did not use violence, but chose to enter by answering questions, so the eagle ring was not damaged. When Ivan knocked on the door, it asked with an ethereal and leisurely voice. :

"Phoenix and fire, which one comes first?"

It's a very familiar question... Doesn't Eagle Ring's question bank need to be updated?

"A cycle has no beginning." Ivan replied.

"It makes sense." Eagle Ring commented, and the door opened, and Ivan got in.

When he stood in the lounge, he suddenly turned his head and said seriously to the slowly closing door: "Actually, I think the fire came first... I don't think your so-called correct answer is very good, it has flaws."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked two steps, standing far away from the gate, lest the eagle ring drive him out.

Fortunately, the eagle ring didn't seem to hear what he said, or it did, but it didn't bother to pay attention to this brat, and closed the door on its own.

Seeing that Yinghuan didn't respond to his answer, Ivan shrugged, turned and walked towards the dormitory.

When passing by the original location of the statue, he stopped.

When he left the common room and headed for the school hospital, Dumbledore had promised that he would do everything possible to restore the statue destroyed by the black robe wizard.

One night passed, and Ivan was quite surprised to see that the statue, which had been torn apart by the explosion of the spell, had completely returned to its original state.

Including the crown made of marble on the top of the head, and even the pair of eyes with a somewhat indescribable strange taste, they are almost perfectly restored.

While lamenting the level of Dumbledore's spells, Ivan suddenly found that he smelled a strange smell from the air.

It spread throughout the common room, but only around the statue, there was a feeling of being too strong to melt.

This is the breath of "magic".

From Halloween to the Christmas holiday, in less than a month, the total number of times Ivan used the "Avatar Technique" has far exceeded that of the entire year before entering school. Perhaps because of excessively frequent form transformations, Ivan can vaguely feel that his perception and magic power seem to have increased to a great extent.

Because of this, he began to be able to more or less detect the magic power remaining in the air, so as to judge whether someone had cast magic nearby.

It has to be said that this powerful perception is still somewhat useful.

But is something missing?

Ivan thought about it.

When I left the lounge, I seemed to have taken away a piece of gravel from the statue, and used transfiguration to make a cane to assist walking.

Ivan touched his pocket, where the stone that had been restored to its original shape was placed there.

Since Dumbledore didn't take the stone away, wouldn't the statue be missing a piece?

...It shouldn't be a big problem, as long as there is no shortage on the display, it doesn't matter if there is a piece missing inside the statue.

Will someone still break open the statue to see if there is a stone missing?

Feeling guilty, he left the statue, and Ivan climbed the stairs and returned to his dormitory.

Everything in the house is still in the state when I left, without any trace of magic power remaining.

After closing the door smoothly, Ivan opened the window, then took out the "Marauder's Map" from his pocket, and spread it on the bed.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good!"

Ivan tapped the parchment with his wand.

Just like the last time it was used, thin lines of ink suddenly appeared on the blank parchment.

However, these lines did not expand toward the four corners of the parchment, and then evolved into the shape of a map. Instead, after a while of twisting, they quickly formed several large characters.

"I dedicate this item to Mister Ivan Vesemir."

Pausing for a few seconds in this state, the ink lines twisted again, turning into a pair of pitch-black arms in the blink of an eye.

The arms were connected to the wall outlined with ink lines, and two middle fingers were raised at him.

Then, as if an invisible eraser had been wiped across the paper, the images formed by the ink lines disappeared piece by piece, leaving only the small piece in the center of the parchment.

Under Ivan's gaze, the last small piece of black changed several times, and finally turned into a raging flame, and even described the appearance of the flame in great detail.

The flame danced faster and faster, and gradually had an inexplicable ghostly feeling. After a while, a faint red light flashed across the paper.

The next moment, a mass of fire suddenly rose from the center of the parchment!

It was not a picture drawn with ink lines, but a real flame, which suddenly appeared when Ivan was staring at the parchment!

The dancing flames even scorched a strand of hair on Ivan's forehead.

"Fuck!"

Ivan was so frightened by this sudden situation that he almost fell off the stool. In the blink of an eye, the flames had already wrapped the entire parchment inside, but miraculously, it did not implicate Ivan's bed, and they formed into a ball like a sane one, jumping from the bed and hitting Ivan's face. go.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

In a hurry, Ivan raised his wand and uttered a spell at the burning fireball in a very timely manner.

A stream of clear water spewed out from the tip of the staff, and poured all over the fireball, instantly extinguishing the fire.

The burnt parchment residue wrapped in the fireball fell to the ground with a "click" sound mixed with water.

After a long while, Ivan finally regained his composure.

His mood went from dazed to bewildered, from bewildered to fear, from fear to grief and indignation.

The boy's wand-holding hand was shaking with anger.

"Can this world be better? There are people who dare to impersonate Dumbledore, and people who dare to break into Hogwarts. Now even a broken map can launch a suicide attack!

"Where's Voldemort? Come on quickly! I can't take it anymore! You're still a bully!"

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