The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 37: Chao Xiong's Friend, the Timid Girl

"I can use the illusionary realm to smuggle goods!"

Only those who have experienced financial hardship truly understand the importance of money.

This was the first bold idea that popped into Ian's mind: if he could use the illusionary realm to make smuggling business, who else could make Galleons if not him?

Even if those Aurors and the police in the Muggle world knew he was a smuggler, it probably wouldn't matter. They don't have the ability to come into the Mystic Realm to track down smuggled goods!

The more you think.

Ian thought it was a really good idea! Of course, being able to enter the Enchanted Realm only once a week wasn't very efficient, so they'd probably have to choose some high-value goods.

Dragon egg?

A dragon's corpse?

It could also be Gringotts' vault!

cough cough.

This is a bit too difficult, and it's gone a little astray... Although Ian was tempted by this way to make money, he was still quite rational before blurting it out.

He opened his mouth.

Deep down, he knew that the more powerful thing the witch was talking about was probably not this. Although Ian considered it a great undertaking, it was clear that most wizards weren't interested in Galleons.

"It's not about bringing things from outside in and hiding them... but I clearly can't take things out of here either." Ian frowned and began to think hard again.

And at this time.

"Alright, my apprentice, you're not strong enough yet. Your time here is very limited. I don't want to keep watching you squatting there like you're holding in your poop."

It was hard to imagine that a witch with such a noble demeanor could utter such vulgar words, so much so that Ian, who had been mocked, couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"I was just thinking about what you said, Teacher Mara."

Ian offered an explanation.

"Back in the present world, you have plenty of time to think." The witch gently raised her hand, and a corner of the picture frame on the wall beside her flowed towards Ian like clear water.

He subconsciously raised his hand.

The liquid-like metal solidified into a wooden wand in Ian's hand.

"Come on, show us."

The witch first turned her head towards the kitchen, and a snoring, roast suckling pig flew out—yes, a roast suckling pig, still snoring as if it were alive.

Ian was speechless.

"I hope you haven't been slacking off."

The witch rested her cheek on one hand, leaning lazily against the exquisitely shimmering chaise longue.

Her words were self-evident.

Ian immediately understood and pointed his wand at the "live suckling pig".

"Fear descends!"

Based on the principle of this magic, it is similar to Legilimency, but much easier. Its main function is to awaken the target's deepest fears.

Everyone's fears are different.

But everyone's subconscious is absolutely aware of their own fears.

Ok.

Is roast suckling pig the same?

As a beam of light tinged with gray shot out, the roast suckling pig, which seemed to come alive, immediately let out a piercing, shrill, and terrified scream.

this sound.

It even startled the furniture, causing it to tremble.

"Not bad."

The witch seemed very pleased with Ian's performance, and her smile widened even more.

"It's all thanks to your teaching, teacher."

Ian quickly offered his flattery.

The witch was very pleased.

"Runic runes are not easy to understand. Your ability to learn this magic in just seven days is already considered very impressive in my time."

The witch's praise was never subtle.

Ian likes this very much.

"Excellent wizards need even better wizards to teach them, and I am very fortunate to have met you, Teacher Mara." Ian wasn't overly humble when he was flattering her.

By observing their words and expressions.

He discovered that this teacher, Mara, didn't seem to care whether her students were humble or not.

after all.

"Of course."

The witch herself was not a humble wizard.

"I learned this magic for the first time, and it only took me two days. I knew I was destined to become a powerful wizard, and it turned out that I was right."

The witch proudly recounted her story.

"..."

Ian opened his mouth.

Hesitant to speak.

but.

The witch, however, was unaware of it.

"In the message I left you, I used some tricks. If you can learn this magic, it means that you have at least mastered the application of runes."

"This will save you a lot of trouble in your future studies."

With another wave of her hand, the still-screaming roast suckling pig seemed to lose its vitality, regaining its fragrant appearance, and flew back towards the kitchen in a flash.

This scene once again amazed Ian.

"Compared to learning magic, truly understanding the knowledge behind magic is the most important thing, and runes are the best key to help wizards understand the essence of magic."

There was a slight pause.

The witch added another sentence.

"At least that's true for me."

She still didn't speak with absolute certainty.

perhaps.

This witch only showed humility when it came to learning.

"Okay, I've got it."

Ian nodded seriously, a rare occurrence for him.

"I need to learn about potions first, and before that, all you need to do is..." The witch was about to begin her formal instruction of Ian.

"It's him!"

"He's here again!"

"Quickly, inform the master! Ah! I've been chopped in half again!"

Outside the castle.

Suddenly, a series of crackling and popping noises broke the silence.

"Um?"

Ian was startled.

He quickly looked at the witch.

All I saw was...

The witch, who had been all smiles just moments before, now looked as if she had studied under Snape; her expression was extremely ugly, and her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Ian was about to ask cautiously.

outside the house.

The commotion that followed made him realize what had happened.

"Panderro, is Ian really here?"

"Little Anna! Believe me! Ian has definitely been kidnapped by this evil woman!"

"I don't think that woman is a bad person, but her armor is really scary!"

"Don't be afraid, these things are all made of paper. Watch me stab three... no, four!"

"My goodness! You're incredibly strong!"

"Hahaha, the gate is right in front of us! If I kick it, it will immediately crack into more than 700 pieces. I tried it last time."

……

The voice came from a friend Ian knew very well.

perhaps.

It was the erratic Pendro from Ian's memory. His last words broke Mara's defenses, and she quickly cursed and waved her hand, causing the door to open automatically to both sides.

Ian quickly looked over.

"Ah, the door's open? Oh dear, what a pity, you little brat, you won't get to see my heroic figure."

as predicted.

A boy dressed in simple linen clothes walked in with a girl whose face was pale. They were the valiant Pandro and the timid Ariana.

Look at these two people.

Ian was surprised and taken aback.

The witch's reaction was quite the opposite.

"Damn butcher! You think I'm afraid of you?!"

The witch roared in anger.

but.

Ian sensed that this roar... lacked a certain conviction.