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Chapter 8: The Experiences Left by Our Ancestors
Dark as ink.
Soft moonlight streamed through the window into the quiet bedroom. Ian's long eyelashes slowly opened under the gentle caress of the moonlight, and his bright, jewel-like green eyes shone with a radiant light.
From a state of confusion to a focused gaze, Ian returned to the present world and subconsciously looked at the clock in the bedroom—unsurprisingly, the hands of the old-fashioned wall clock were stopped at 12:07.
This has been the case for years.
Returning from the enchanting illusion, time remains the same; the hour hand may point to different numbers, but the minute hand will always point to that magical number.
seven.
Ian didn't know what secrets were involved; he only knew that every week, he would inevitably have a very similar experience.
In the past, the only people Ian encountered in the dreamlike realm were Ariana and the occasional Pendro. This time, however, there was an additional mysterious noblewoman witch.
"She wants me to help her find the mirror she left behind in the mortal world..."
Ian didn't know whether the noble witch was good or bad. Perhaps judging a soul by simple good and evil was too superficial. He was simply very curious about the mysterious witch's identity.
A witch who lives in a mysterious castle in a dreamlike world.
Was she once a renowned figure in the wizarding world? After all, that kind of elegant and noble temperament is clearly not something that an ordinary witch can possess.
"Was he a wizard from the last century, or someone active in the Middle Ages?"
Ian's only understanding of the fantasy world he lived in came from a few movies with mediocre special effects and a handful of fan fiction books filled with conspiracy theories.
Therefore.
Of all the mysteries hidden in this world, Ian only had a rough idea. The only mirror he could recall was the Mirror of Erised, which concealed the Philosopher's Stone at the beginning of the story.
Gold border.
It enables people to see their deepest, most urgent, and strongest desires.
If the mirror the mysterious witch is looking for is the Magic Mirror that will eventually appear at Hogwarts, then perhaps Ian does have a chance to bring it into the dreamlike realm and give it to her.
"I just don't know if I can carry such a large item there like I'm carrying candy." Ian was a little unsure, as he had never tried anything like this before.
to be frank.
Ian is still completely baffled by this amazing talent he has possessed since childhood. He doesn't even understand why the candy he brought in wasn't in his bed.
of course.
The ability to enter a dreamlike illusion while asleep must be an extremely special talent, just as the mysterious witch in the dreamlike illusion said.
Ian... is special enough.
But what exactly this peculiarity meant, perhaps only the witch could answer. Ian could clearly sense that the mysterious witch in the hazy illusion was extremely concerned about this.
"Learn magic from her..."
have to say.
Ian was indeed tempted by the offer, but he couldn't figure out whether the other party's goodwill was just a pretense to achieve some purpose or related to his special circumstances.
If she truly was the former owner of the Mirror of Erised, she must have been an ancient ghost who had lived for countless years. The thoughts of an old female ghost are perhaps even more unfathomable than those of a living woman.
"She was also a very beautiful female ghost, and Zhang Wuji's mother had something to say about that."
"I don't need to take that risk... I can learn magic at school too, and the professors there aren't necessarily weaker than the old witch in the dream."
Reason triumphs over greed.
Ian suppressed the urge that was stirring within him.
It's as if he has the experience passed down from his ancestors.
The Great Ying Empire also has a long-standing tradition—besides the custom of male-only sexual relations, the local pedophilia is also a unique and long-standing cultural phenomenon.
What if the other party really is an old witch who likes to toy with little boys?
Or what if the other party's so-called manipulation is not the same as the manipulation Ian likes? Ian doesn't want to gamble on that.
"Hoo~ Namo Gatlin Merlin Bodhisattva... This matter really cannot be taken risky."
After weighing the pros and cons.
Ian rearranged his pillow, closed his eyes, and drifted back into a deep sleep.
In all those years without the opportunity to learn spells, the greatest benefit of having wizard blood for Ian was probably that he could easily learn how to create lucid dreams.
……
I had a dream last night.
Ian felt refreshed the next day.
In every gesture and movement.
He seemed to have gained a slightly more spirited and carefree air—no one knew what kind of wonderful dream he had conjured up for himself last night.
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Even before the morning sun rises, Ian has already begun his daily studies, and he has always been quite serious about improving his [Language Proficiency] skill.
after all.
Ian harbored a long-held hope that he could use the extraordinary properties granted by this skill to explore the unique talents possessed by only a select few in the magical world.
Communicate with animals.
I don't aspire to be a cross-species communicator like Parsley, but at least I'd like to be able to understand the emotions and meanings expressed by animals, like Newt Scamander.
"Of course, I wouldn't mind if it allowed me to hear the voice of all things." Forgive Ian for reading a wide variety of literature in his previous life; last night he dreamt of being a bandit king again.
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……
Just as Ian was letting his thoughts wander and had gained about ten points of [Language Proficiency], hurried footsteps suddenly echoed in the hallway outside the door.
There was also the sound of ping-pong balls.
I wonder which unlucky little brat, who's probably going to get yelled at, knocked over the things in the hallway.
"Ian! Ian! Here he comes! Um... the school teacher is here again!"
Catherine's voice came from outside the door, panting, and there was a rapid banging on the door from several small hands. It seemed that these children cared more about going to school than Ian did.
"Someone from Hogwarts has arrived?"
Ian was puzzled and surprised. He walked to the door and opened it. Then, with a few rustling sounds, a group of children, almost pressed against the door, squeezed into the room in a haphazard manner.
"Ian! Ian! Ms. Elena wants to see you! Are you going to school?"
"Will you come back? Could you bring one of our teachers back with you?"
"You can use your good looks to seduce those female teachers!"
……
The children surrounded Ian, chattering away, some of them making precocious remarks—orphans always seem to mature faster than their peers in every way.
Will you come back to teach us?
Catherine, who knew the true nature of Hogwarts, looked at Ian with expectant eyes. What she was referring to was clearly magical wonder.
"If the opportunity arises, if I can... then of course."
Ian patted the heads of the children around him, not daring to make any real promises to them. Perhaps Catherine would have a chance to study at Hogwarts.
But most people ultimately find it difficult to cross that threshold.
"I'll take you to Ms. Elena!"
Catherine was overjoyed and grabbed Ian, running outside. The other children, though only vaguely aware of the situation, eagerly followed behind.
"Ian, I don't want to go to that school anymore. From now on, I'll wait for you to teach me how to conjure candy! The teacher who came today looks just like Gargamel, the one you told me about!"
On the road.
Catherine leaned close to Ian and whispered, sounding a little apprehensive. Her words made Ian, who was already curious about which professor had come, tense up.
Does he look like Gargamel?
Is it scary?
Ian had a bad feeling.
Just then, surrounded by a group of children, he arrived outside the dean's office.
The gate was not closed.
and so.
Ian immediately saw the figure sitting opposite the dean, shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere; even just seeing his back gave off a sense of tension and oppression.
It's somewhat like... the dark wizard I encountered before.
"How could it be him?!"
Ian looked completely bewildered.
Where is my big, furry Dumbledore?!
Why is it a black bat?!