Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 866 245: Aurora and Ian (2)

Ian blinked and continued eating the butter mashed potatoes.

"?????"

Harry Potter was full of question marks.

Although he didn't know what level of mastery was required to be considered to have learned Advanced Transformation Technique, nor had he heard of the book "The Deceit of Time," he did know that Snape was the Head of House at Hogwarts.

A magic that required a House Head level wizard to perform in combat could also be called a little trick? Honestly, Harry Potter wanted to complain, but then he thought of the little wizard in front of him, who even Voldemort was afraid of, and he felt that perhaps Ian wasn't deliberately showing off but was simply unaware of the learning speed and level of ordinary people.

He stared at Ian's spoon, which was continuously changing the form of the food.

Suddenly he felt something.

"Ron would definitely be very suitable for this kind of magic. That way, he wouldn't have to worry about choking while eating." Unexpectedly, the Savior, Harry Potter, still joined fate with Ron.

It's just unclear exactly what kind of connection... Destiny's corrections are always somewhat justified, only Harry Potter's life clearly can't return to its original trajectory.

Look at the composition of the Iron Triangle. He was supposed to be the core of the trio, but now he has become the fourth person outside the trio, and it is unclear whether this is good or bad for Mr. Savior.

"Without the threat of Voldemort... it is actually a kind of happiness." Ian was pondering whether the knock-off Voldemort should appear at Hogwarts, feeling that too peaceful a life wasn't necessarily a good thing for Harry Potter. It was definitely not about still thinking about enticing Lily.

Of course.

If he could really lure Lily.

Ian felt his good uncle at home probably wouldn't mind playing the role of the Black Demon King.

Yes, yes!

This is definitely the opportunity for the third generation to ascend the throne!

Ian felt his thoughts suddenly opened up, and just as he was contemplating how to specifically operate, Harry Potter, hesitated again and asked him a question.

"Ian, do you know how Malfoy is doing now?" Harry Potter had actually wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he just hadn't found the right opportunity to ask.

As Malfoy's roommate,

he certainly wouldn't overlook Malfoy's disappearance.

And compared to those other classmates, Harry Potter, who knew what happened that night, certainly wouldn't believe the official explanation that Malfoy's family had issues and so he temporarily left school.

He was very clear that something terrifying must have happened to Malfoy, and that's what made him feel very guilty, thinking that Malfoy's accident might be related to his own situation.

Precisely because of this.

Even if Harry Potter didn't really like his roommate, he still wanted to find out if Malfoy was still alive. What he most didn't want to see was that he had caused Malfoy's death.

"About this question..."

Ian also didn't know how to answer; he felt Dumbledore certainly wouldn't want the matters of Malfoy and Riddle spreading, and once he told Harry Potter what specifically happened, it was almost equivalent to telling the whole school—anyone familiar with Mr. Savior knew he couldn't keep a secret.

It's not that he doesn't want to keep it.

It's just that he doesn't have the talent for secrecy.

Thinking of this.

After weighing it a bit, Ian decided to bluff the Savior a little.

"Mr. Potter, you are very lucky, really, very lucky." Ian raised his head, revealing a meaningful smile. His eyes displayed an unusual color in the candlelight.

Imbued with deep feelings.

"What?"

Harry swallowed his saliva in confusion.

"I mean to say, you are very lucky..." Ian deliberately paused, leaning slightly forward, employing some psychology techniques to make the tines of the fork lightly tap the edge of the plate.

"And some people don't have your luck."

He deliberately lowered his voice, imitating how others acted mysterious, as a little wizard frequently interacting with the Riddler, Ian mastered this tone effortlessly.

"Gulp~"

There you have it.

Harry Potter was stunned.

His Adam's apple noticeably rolled as he unconsciously swallowed again, his pupils shrinking rapidly behind his glasses, and his fingers nervously gripping the edge of his robe.

These were obvious signs of extreme tension.

"I... I don't understand..."

Harry's voice was as faint as a mosquito. Ian's words sounded like a riddle, or a hint, leading his thoughts to wander uncontrollably.

"Eat, the raspberry pudding is quite good today." Ian merely smiled, picked up his utensils again and continued dining, leaving Harry alone in a flurry of thoughts.

Indeed.

Being a Riddler is sometimes quite enjoyable.

A full measure of the wicked pleasure of controlling others' emotions.

Ian seemed to understand something.

And just at that moment, Snape, who had finished eating, suddenly stood, his black robe billowing like bat wings behind him. He strode toward the Slytherin table and stopped in front of Harry.

"Harry... Potter."

Snape's voice was somewhat sardonic, "It seems you have nothing better to do, you can't even eat peacefully, fortunately, I need a guinea pig to perfect some dangerous research."

He deliberately emphasized the word "dangerous," genuinely trying to frighten Harry Potter, and Mr. Savior was indeed scared, taking several steps back.

"Come to my office. Now."