bacchusnovels Chapter 153, Section 152: The Weight of the Crown, and Overthrow!
Chapter 153, Section 152: The Weight of the Crown, and Overthrow!
Chapter 153, Section 152: The Weight of the Crown, and Overthrow!
It's hard to bring it up.
Ian really has a hard time speaking up.
He was afraid that some things that were easily misunderstood would actually be misunderstood.
People will always have many prejudices.
Although the young wizard enjoyed digging up other people's ancestral graves and blowing up every corner of the school in the time loop, he knew that he had reasons for doing these things, and those reasons were very valid.
Although he liked to keep some little creatures that sounded rather evil, and knew a little about the three Unforgivable Curses, he also knew that he was still a handsome and kind-hearted good wizard.
"Um, actually, the little guys I raise might be a bit eccentric, and it's not really appropriate to tell others about them." Ian's words sounded rather guilty and hesitant.
"My child, there are no strange creatures in the world, only narrow-minded people and their narrow-minded views," Newt Scamander replied quite seriously.
He clearly misunderstood Ian's meaning, thinking that Ian was referring to the personality of magical creatures.
"Forehead……"
Ian didn't know how to answer.
"We need to know what kind of living space your friends need, right?" Newt Scamander encouraged Ian, and what he said did make some sense.
"I need a slightly darker environment, a lower temperature, and a smaller pool is fine. Hmm, I like to keep some cold-blooded animals... they don't like to drink water." Ian quickly chose to downplay his needs and described the environment he required for the [Ian Suitcase].
Newt Scamander, however, was unaware that something was amiss.
"Such an extreme environment is not conducive to your future expansion of your backyard. I can design a variety of environments for you, it just takes more time."
"At my age, the least valuable thing is time. Many plants can be propagated from seedlings at my place, and I should be able to make them for you by the time you come to school next year."
"With a comprehensive environment, it will be easier for you to add other little ones with different habits in the future. When I was young, I didn't consider this and it caused me a lot of trouble."
Newt Scamander pondered for a moment and then offered his advice.
He had considered everything very carefully and comprehensively, but he didn't suspect what Ian was actually raising. Perhaps it was because of his own penchant for secretly raising forbidden creatures, so he believed he could completely understand the little wizard's hesitant expressions and was somewhat reminded of his own past.
people.
This is always the case in old age.
"Uh-huh."
The young wizard naturally had no reason to refuse. He bowed slightly to express his gratitude and asked curiously, "Will you come to Hogwarts again next year when school starts?"
To be honest, Ian felt that Newt Scamander's visit to Hogwarts this time was definitely not just to deliver something to Nick Flamel. After all, why would someone bring their whole family, including their sister-in-law, just to deliver something?
Judging from Newt Scamander's previous behavior with the other two elderly women, perhaps Newt Scamander's reason for visiting Nick Flamel this time was related to Queenie's husband's death.
A wife who misses her husband too much wants to go back in time to see him one last time, and if possible, she also wants to apologize to her husband after their argument.
Ian felt his judgment was mostly correct, after all, old lady Queenie had a lot of mental flaws. He just thought that Nick Flamel and Dumbledore probably wouldn't approve of such a risky and time-disrupting behavior.
of course.
Who knows... After all, Albus Dumbledore is doing the same thing now, to the point where he's practically omnipresent like Schrödinger in Hogwarts.
Under such circumstances, Albus Dumbledore would not have been able to offer any advice, which is why Ian suggested using a non-existent "psychic ability" to help Granny Queenie resolve her inner conflict.
"Yes, I'll be back at Hogwarts next year...if all goes well." Newt Scamander smiled subtly, his eyes slightly unfocused.
It's hard to imagine seeing such youthful behavior in an elderly person.
"Do you have any favorite magical creatures? Some of Newt's friends need to be cared for by more energetic people... He's really getting too old, and those troublesome guys are really exhausting him."
At this moment, Tina suddenly spoke up and patted the suitcase she was carrying. She clearly wanted to relieve her husband of the heavy workload of caring for magical creatures.
of course.
Tina also felt that the handsome young wizard in front of her must be someone who knew how to cherish friendship with magical creatures. After all, they had only given him some not-so-precious materials, and he had reciprocated with so many rare and precious items. From this, Tina felt that she had a general understanding of what kind of person Ian was.
"I'm only eighty years old... not old at all!" Newt Scamander immediately reacted strongly. It wasn't that he was stingy, but rather that he had a deep affection for the magical creatures in his suitcase.
If it weren't for the fact that he simply couldn't continue caring for them, or that those magical creatures truly needed to be released back into the wild, Newt Scamander would still think about his friends at home even when he went out for breakfast.
This is why Newt Scamander's suitcase was expanded to such a large size.
"Little guy, you have to make friends with the magical creatures you like, right?" Newt Scamander was trying to pull Ian onto his side, not wanting to abandon the magical creatures in his suitcase.
"That's absolutely right, no doubt about it." Ian felt that in his current situation, it would be difficult to raise any magical creature. His Dementor alone was enough to make most magical creatures live in constant fear, let alone the black-robed skeleton, which had a strong sense of oppression over all magical creatures except unicorns.
It would be quite an achievement to be able to understand these two guys.
"Why are you so stingy? That little wizard is much more generous than you." Tina rolled her eyes at her husband, her somewhat complaining tone making Newt Scamander quite embarrassed.
He probably felt that what his wife said was indeed correct, so after hesitating for a moment, he turned to the little wizard and tentatively asked him a question.
"I have an injured ptarmigan chick here. Its family died in an illegal hunting operation by poachers. Once it recovers, you might be able to help me raise it."
"Of course, that's on the condition that you're willing." Newt Scamander's suggestion was somewhat unexpected for Ian, as the old man actually had a Thunderbird in his box.
Although it was an injured ptarmigan chick, it was still an extremely dangerous magical creature, belonging to the super-large birds that generally only live in North America.
Some scholars believe that the Thunderbird and the Phoenix are closely related, but this view has not been widely accepted. The Thunderbird possesses a powerful magical bloodline that allows it to control lightning while flying.
Ordinary wizards would find it almost impossible to defeat.
Most countries prohibit the illegal importation of this bird. Of course, Ian thinks that for Newt Scamander, the Ministry of Magic's bans are probably not as binding as the Hogwarts rules.
"Oh, this is wonderful!" The look of surprise on Ian's face was not an act; he genuinely felt surprised and delighted.
That's a Thunderbird!
Thunderbirds are rare magical creatures whose tail feathers can be used as wand cores. Wands made from thunderbird tail feathers are difficult to wield, but they usually possess immense power, making them suitable for transmuting. Because thunderbirds are extremely sensitive to supernatural dangers, wands made from their feathers are said to be able to preemptively fire spells.
of course.
Ian didn't care about the characteristics of wands made from thunderbird tail feathers; he was only interested in how to make a wand that was both high-quality and inexpensive, which could drive down the price of wands.
"Next semester, you'll meet that little kid with your suitcase..." Newt Scamander smiled, sensing Ian's genuine joy.
"Dumbledore said you are a violator of school rules, and I think you are no less guilty of taking care of a Class 4X magical creature. Just be careful that you release the Thunderbird in time after it grows up."
"Although Thunderbirds are not as aggressive as 5X-level magical creatures, any 4X-level magical creature is generally stronger than more than 95% of wizards."
"You definitely don't want to see how tyrannical a Thunderbird in heat can be..." Newt Scamander said, his voice still carrying a hint of lingering fear.
"What a coincidence!"
Ian suddenly clapped his hands.
"Do you think the same way I do?"
Newt Scamander spoke with some excitement.
however.
The little wizard's next words made his expression freeze instantly.
"I happen to be more powerful than over 95% of wizards, so raising the Thunderbird is no problem for me." Ian's answer was, in his own opinion, already quite tactful.
"..."
"..."
"..."
however.
Whether it was Newt Scamander, his wife, or his sister-in-law, their expressions after hearing Ian's answer were all rather interesting.
Newt Scamander felt a pang of regret. Judging from the little wizard's eagerness, he probably really wanted to fight the Thunderbird when it grew up.
"Really, Mr. Scamander, trust me, I can definitely raise the Thunderbird well." Ian, afraid that Newt Scamander would change his mind, immediately patted his chest and made a guarantee.
He wanted to take out a few books about magical creatures from his purse to prove that he had a solid theoretical foundation. However, when he opened the purse, he only found three books in the series: "Fantastic Beasts in the Pot," "Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach," and "Fantastic Beasts Nutrition Guide."
"..."
Ian quickly closed his money bag, somewhat relieved that he had cast a spell on it so that only he could see what was inside.
Say something.
It's really not his fault that he likes this series of books; they were just Christmas gifts he received. I don't know why those young Ravenclaw wizards think he likes these books.
"I'm an exceptionally good potion maker, so the Thunderbird will definitely grow up very healthy." Ian offered his services in a different way, as he was indeed very accomplished in potion-making.
This is not.
I just mentioned raising ptarmigans.
The young wizard had already figured out how to concoct a potion that wouldn't harm the Thunderbird's body, but would also make avian creatures shed and grow new feathers. Wasn't this a demonstration of his potion-making skills?
"Of course I have no doubt about a Prince's talent in potions." Newt Scamander seemed to hesitate again, and it was hard to tell if it was his sixth sense as a "Druid" that was really strong.
Newt Scamander had a bad feeling about something, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
"Actually, a mortis is fine too; I also like keeping mortises as pets." Ian didn't see any record of this kind of oriental beast in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."
However, he discovered in other books about magical creatures that in today's world, the Ironhide Beast is actually classified as a Level 4X magical creature.
"An iron-eating beast?"
Newt Scamander's expression became even stranger, with an awkward look that said, "Are you trying to make things difficult for me?"
"Haven't you seen it before?"
Ian pressed for more information, clearly curious.
"Of course I've seen it, I'm sure I have. I remember, I went to China decades ago and even observed this amazing creature up close, which was almost classified as a Level 5X dangerous creature."
Newt Scamander's eyes darted away again.
Just when Ian thought Newt Scamander might be feeling guilty, the Master of Fantastic Beasts immediately launched into a long explanation of the common knowledge about iron-eating beasts to Ian.
"The Iron Eater is born with a kind of bewitching magic that makes people subconsciously ignore its danger, and it also has intelligence that far surpasses most magical creatures."
"If it weren't for the fact that it generally doesn't attack humans and other creatures unless it's starving, I think it would be placed in the same danger tier as the basilisk and the fire dragon."
"Of course, they will also show their absolute strength to creatures that provoke them. I once saw an adult Siberian tiger have its skull smashed by a single slap."
"Their fur gives them extremely high magic resistance, and in terms of strength, perhaps only the Chinese Fireball Dragon can rival them on that land."
have to say.
Newt Scamander seemed to have a very detailed understanding of the Iron Eater, and the bewitching magic he mentioned was something Ian, who stared wide-eyed, had never heard of before.
He thought about it carefully.
Perhaps that is indeed the case.
However, Newt Scamander's somewhat guilty look puzzled him. Just as Ian was about to ask, Tina, who was beside him, explained the reason for Newt Scamander's guilty look.
"I knew you hadn't given up on the Iron-Eating Beast. If I hadn't gone there to protect you, you would have been sentenced to decades in prison for smuggling endangered species!"
"Trying to abduct endangered magical creatures that are highly valued by both Muggles and wizarding communities from the protected area—I still don't know what you were thinking back then!" Tina said with a hint of resentment, rolling her eyes as she recounted Newt Scamander's dark history.
Newt Scamander's face immediately turned bright red.
"I already told you they have bewitching magic! I was bewitched! And! They're really cunning! I was caught because they secretly reported me to Muggles and wizards!" Newt Scamander's words were so absurd that even the two old ladies didn't believe him.
"You mean, the Iron-Eating Beast, which can't speak or write, reported you without any communication devices?" Tina sneered, posing a probing question.
"That's right, that's right. If you let me go back one more time, I'm sure I can figure out what they did." Newt Scamander looked very unwilling.
"We don't have that much money to get you out of here! I've already paid bail for you in over sixty countries!" Tina glared at Newt Scamander.
"It's alright, I still have plenty of money here. I also want to see if the Iron-Eating Beast really has bewitching magic." Queenie looked like she was enjoying the show.
She was clearly stirring up trouble for her sister and brother-in-law; perhaps all sisters-in-law are like that.
"Actually, it wasn't just the Iron Eater. Because I was captured that time, I didn't understand why the Fireball Dragons active in the Yangtze River area were all so fat."
Newt Scamander had clearly been thinking about this for a long time.
"Absolutely not, you must not go."
Tina's attitude was unusually firm.
Newt Scamander could only let out a heavy sigh.
He turned to look at the little wizard.
Seeing that Ian still looked suspicious, he spoke earnestly to the young wizard, "Believe me, the Iron Eater is definitely smarter than most wizards think."
"They've made themselves into a Class I protected species in the Muggle world and an extremely endangered species in the wizarding world. Now they live a very comfortable and carefree life, doing whatever they want because of their identities."
"This is all a scheme by the Iron Eaters..." Newt Scamander might really be getting senile, or he might have actually discovered some amazing mystery about magical creatures.
It's hard to say, really hard to say, Ian thinks it's difficult to judge.
"Forget it, let's talk about Thunderbird instead." Ian felt he couldn't be the culprit for Newt Scamander ending up in prison working on a sewing machine.
Newt Scamander may not need to work at his age, but he will still suffer from bland and watery food. Back in his hometown prison, money can't buy you a good meal.
"Alright, I'll leave Little Thunderbird in your care. I've already felt your persistence..." Newt Scamander also knew very well how to go along with things to avoid marital arguments.
"Nick's office is over there, right? I think we'll have to talk about the details next time we meet, it's almost time for your curfew."
Newt Scamander glanced at the clock on the wall in the hall.
He actually thought Ian was the kind of little wizard who would abide by curfew.
"If you want to see Professor Nicolas Flamel, you'd better go quickly. He usually goes out around 10 o'clock. He especially likes to go to the Forbidden Forest to take a dump."
Ian clearly already had some understanding of Nick Lemaître's biological habits.
"Forehead……"
Newt Scamander had no idea how to respond. He knew that Nicolas Flamel had always had a rather eccentric personality, but this was the first time he had learned about Flamel's toilet habits.
Who would observe this for no reason?
"Looking forward to seeing you again."
The little wizard waved his hand.
Seeing that the young wizard had already begun to climb the stairs, Newt Scamander, along with his wife and sister-in-law, raised their hands and waved to Ian.
"Remember my suggestion earlier, my psychic abilities are really amazing." Ian reminded the old lady Queenie one last time before quickly climbing the stairs.
"How can I not be a kind-hearted white wizard if I'm so considerate of others?" Ian thought to himself and even believed it. His thoughts were not seen through by Queenie, a true born Legilimency—after all, Ian's greatest strength after practicing [Soul Stealing] and [Soul Binding] was his mental defense.
He had put in a lot of hard work in this area, because the guys he encountered were all incredibly capable. Ever since Morgan, he had had a little bit of "persecution complex" about legatomic thoughts.
"This is quite a special little guy," Newt Scamander remarked, looking at the Sands of Time in his hand and recalling his conversation with Ian.
"I do find it quite frightening... Your school is a bit eerie; there are always some very terrifying wizards appearing here." Queenie's exclamation was absolutely heartfelt.
Of the three old wizards present, she was the one who had the deepest perception of Ian. His spiritual power, which seemed to be constantly watching their surroundings and even made her feel incredibly uneasy, was something she could hardly resist.
It was as if everyone's thoughts and emotions could only be read by the other person—for so many years, Queenie had never imagined that she would experience the kind of fear that she used to feel when others were in front of her.
Besides.
The magic emanating from the young wizard, who was still growing, was like a turbulent sea, seemingly calm on the surface but actually harboring terrifying power that could overturn rivers and seas.
For many years.
Queenie had only ever felt such immense magic from Grindelwald and Dumbledore... and now, such magic was appearing in a young, terrifying wizard.
How could Queenie not feel moved by this?
"Hogwarts really is a monster room, each generation is more outrageous than the last." Tina didn't have the same sense as her sister, but that didn't stop her from understanding the expressions on her sister's face.
"This is my alma mater after all, of course it's impressive." Newt Scamander was perhaps the only one with a carefree attitude; he led his wife and sister-in-law toward Nick Lemaître's office.
"Long time no see, my friends."
After the gate opened.
Nick Flamel spontaneously hugged Newt Scamander and the two elderly ladies. Given Flamel's playful nature, his hug of Newt Scamander was likely a prelude to a hug of the elderly ladies.
His wife wasn't home.
That's how incredibly audacious they were.
"You seem to be adapting to life as a professor better than I thought?" Newt Scamander walked into the office and looked around at the decor with the two elderly ladies.
His gaze lingered on Big Ben.
"Is this Albus's ancient time-traveling device?" Newt Scamander's knowledge base, within areas of interest to him, wasn't much different from that of most dropouts.
"I knew you'd come to me with your whole family; it wasn't just to deliver materials for the Expansion Charm." Nick Flamel stepped forward and covered Big Ben with a large white sheet.
"This isn't a time converter; it's far more dangerous than that." Nick Flamel had clearly already begun repairing Big Ben. No wonder he was considered an unparalleled master in the field of alchemy; he had made some progress in deciphering the tower runes Ian had given him in a very short time.
"Mainly because you let it slip that Albus has that kind of time-travel device, I just couldn't resist the urge to borrow it to observe and record some extinct magical creatures." Newt Scamander scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, looking completely out of character for someone over eighty years old.
Some men do indeed have the personality of a boy who may never grow up.
"I want to see my husband one last time, just one last time..." Queenie began wiping away tears with a handkerchief as she stepped forward and voiced her request.
"Sigh~"
Nick Lemaître sighed and looked at Tina, but Tina didn't make any request.
"I just came with them; it's no fun staying at home alone." Tina shrugged and gave Nick Flamel a big smile.
"You're all being ridiculous. Time isn't something you can just touch. That's why the Ministry of Magic forbids anyone from possessing a time converter."
"You have your regrets, he has his dreams... If everyone acts recklessly, they will inevitably cause a disaster that is difficult to control. We must learn to respect time and fate."
It wasn't that Nicolas Flamel didn't want to help his friend; rather, as a master alchemist, he understood the drawbacks and hidden dangers of time converters better than most people.
"I really won't try to change anything, believe me, I will definitely remember all the rules of time travel." Queenie knew that Nick Flamel's reprimand was indeed correct.
However, the guilt and regret in her heart have tormented her for several months. Now she often has hallucinations and nightmares, dreaming that her husband died of anger because of an argument with her.
If Queenie couldn't find out whether her husband had died of natural causes, she felt she might never have a day of peace and tranquility for the rest of her life.
"It's not a matter of whether you can remember it or not, the main problem is the time converter... well, you all know, the Sands of Time aren't something you can just find anywhere." Nick Flamel glanced at his office drawer, then prepared to use this well-known reason to politely decline Queenie and Newt Scamander's offer.
however.
Even though he shared the same prophetic lineage as Grindelwald, just like Grindelwald's occasional mishaps, Nick Lemaître's plans were clearly also facing a major crisis.
"If you don't have enough Sands of Time, I have plenty here. A little wizard just gave me a big bag of them!" Queenie said, pulling out a small cloth bag filled with black sand as if she had grasped at a straw.
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"??????"
Nick Flamel was completely stunned. Under his incredulous gaze, he saw Newt Scamander and Tina each pull out a small cloth bag containing black sand.
"OMG Fuck!"
The alchemy master, who had seen and experienced much, almost popped his eyes out.
"That should solve the problem, right? We can cover our own expenses?" Newt Scamander's voice was full of anticipation.
His eyes were very bright.
Perhaps they felt they had seen a wonderful opportunity to meet ancient mythical creatures.
"Just how much did that little monster dig up!" Nick Flamel certainly knew who the black sand came from, but he just couldn't imagine that Ian would casually give away three large bags of it.
Based on his understanding and opinion of that young wizard, if he didn't have several dozen kilograms of the gift, that young wizard would definitely not be so generous in giving it away to everyone he met!
"You mean that little wizard we just met, Mr. Ian Prince? He said he dug up a lot," Newt Scamander answered honestly.
"He actually gave you three whole packs? I doubt even the Secret Affairs Department could gather that much raw sand. I'm curious, did you guys compliment him on how handsome he is?"
Nick Lemaître was clearly very confused as to why Ian would give the Sands of Time to everyone he met.
All he could think of was that Ian was happy to be praised by Newt and the others, after all, Ian had given out a lot of candy and chocolate to many little witches who praised his good looks.
And ever since then, he has called himself Triple Leonardo. Wizards may not know what this title means, but Nick Flamel, who has done a lot of research on Muggle matters, does.
This year, "What's Eating Gilbert Grape" is his favorite Muggle movie.
"Here's what happened: Newt found his Bowtruckle, so..." Tina began to recount how she and the others had encountered the young wizard in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
"That Bowtruckle didn't get lost, it ran away..." Nicolas Flamel slapped his forehead. He had thought he had done something good by saving an innocent magical creature.
who ever thought.
The Bowtruckle was returned to the world's most beloved expert on magical creatures.
If this gets out... it's truly a strange twist of fate.
"Huh? That little wizard doesn't seem like the kind of person who would mistreat magical creatures, does he?" Tina was clearly stunned and incredulous after hearing Nick Lemaître's words.
"Yes, he took very good care of the Bowtruckle. I can guarantee it has never been abused." Newt Scamander spoke with authority in his domain.
"Indeed, he's very generous with his feeding and loves magical creatures... but didn't you notice the Bowtruckle was filled with fear and anxiety?"
Nick Lemaître sighed helplessly.
"Um?"
Newt Scamander frowned. "I did notice that, but when I found the little guy, it was trying to make its home under a Whomping Willow."
"I thought it had been rejected by the Beating Willow, and was terrified by the Beating Willow's volatile temper," Newt Scamander recounted his discovery of the Bowtruckle.
"Hiss, this Bowtruckle has become abnormal under his care; it's actually trying to make its home under that erratic, beating willow." Nick Flamel felt that the Bowtruckle had been corrupted by the young wizard's temperament.
His words only confused Newt Scamander more.
"I think he's perfectly normal. He's well-mannered, polite, and kind-hearted. And he's definitely not like Voldemort, who was just pretending. I can tell whether a person's enthusiasm is genuine or not."
"Don't forget, in my opinion, humans are also a kind of magical creature." Newt Scamander's tone remained confident, and he was clearly very confident in his talent in this area.
“Yes, you’re right, but that’s precisely why… I said that little guy’s way of thinking is different from ours.” Nick Flamel gave Newt Scamander a deep look. He hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t say the question, “How do you know that little wizard is human?”
"I suppose you're being a bit prejudiced. I thought you always understood that there are no strange people in this world, only narrow-minded views and opinions."
This is probably the sentence Newt Scamander said most often in his life.
Just as he was about to launch into a long speech...
"He keeps Dementors."
A sudden remark from Nick Lemaître.
This immediately silenced Newt Scamander.
"What? You just said Dementors, right? We didn't hear wrong, did we?" Tina and Queenie were also startled, their eyes widening even more than saucers.
"He also trained Dementors to brew potions for him, to tailor new clothes, and he had a phoenix with a chilling cry that would eat the souls of dark wizards instead of precious herbs."
Nicolas Lemaître added, "Oh, by the way, he recently dug up some unknown thing from someone's grave and secretly kept it in the Room of Requirement."
"That tomb is at least several thousand years old. What do you think they'll dig out of it?" Nicolas Flamel's words were even more shocking to the three old men opposite him.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Newt Scamander, his wife, and his sister-in-law all had very interesting expressions. Newt Scamander, in particular, thought he had been quite modest by calling his magical creature a little guy.
Did not expect ah.
totally unexpected!
That seemingly harmless little wizard was truly humble! Treating Dementors and ghosts like little creatures, he now understood why the little wizard had ordered a dark-colored suitcase!
So that's because they were raising some real monsters!
"I admit I spoke a little too loudly just now. Turns out I'm the narrow-minded one." Newt Scamander's awareness is truly remarkable.
however.
He still couldn't accept that anyone would keep those kinds of things! For a moment, Newt Scamander seemed to finally understand how others had viewed him in the past.
"You just said that he was a piece of the Sands of Time that was dug up from a grave?" Suddenly, Tina seemed to have thought of something and abruptly asked Nicolas Flamel.
"Didn't he tell you? He dug up Merlin's grave." Nicolas Flamel seemed convinced that only Merlin's grave could yield so many incredible treasures one after another.
“!!!!!!”
"!!!!!!"
"!!!!!!!!!"
……
This time.
They were more than just dumbfounded.
His face was filled with shock and terror.
"He also said that he would establish the first family of gravediggers in the wizarding world, starting with him and continuing for generations." Nick Lemaître really didn't leave Ian with any of his secrets.
"not good!"
Queenie's expression suddenly changed drastically as she listened.
"What's wrong with you?"
Newt Scamander's reaction time was noticeably slower.
"I have to go back and move my husband's grave!" Without another word, Queenie turned and ran, as if if she were a step slower and went home, she would only see an empty grave and a mess.
"What's wrong with her?"
Nick Lemaître looked at the two young men who remained in the office, puzzled.
"She herself revealed to Mr. Prince that she had buried many treasures in Jacob's grave," Tina replied to Nicolas Flamel, both amused and exasperated.
"I think Mr. Prince's warning that graves might harbor things that shouldn't be there was perhaps referring to the fact that no one understood the nature of grave robbers better than him?"
Tina didn't doubt that Ian might find his way back to their hometown to dig up Queenie's husband's grave. Queenie was clearly too worried to think things through and couldn't grasp some very simple truths.
We really need to go dig.
Will they even remind you?
Wouldn't that be considered issuing a challenge and provoking a confrontation?
How could such a beautiful little wizard be so wicked? There's nothing wrong with liking to keep strange and shady creatures; doesn't her own husband have the same strange hobbies?
"Oh, I see. It's fine for her to move the grave; it's better to be safe than sorry." Nick Lemaître, however, didn't quite believe in Ian's integrity and self-control.
Would a normal wizard dare to dig up Merlin's grave?
"You see, I warned her before not to put anything in the grave, and now my words have come true." Newt Scamander's focus was clearly elsewhere.
"That's not what you're saying."
Tina patted her husband's face, which was leaning in close, speechless.
"Actually, Queenie doesn't need to worry too much. I don't think our very generous little wizard will be interested in your family's graves anytime soon."
Nicolas Flamel turned around and tidied his desk, putting away the tower runes he had been studying into a drawer, and placing several tea sets on the table.
"Yes, if he really found Merlin's burial place, he wouldn't be interested in an ordinary person's grave," Newt Scamander made a rational judgment.
only.
Nicolas Flamel, who was pouring them tea, shook his head.
"It's not for that reason, but because I just gave him a new address, and he's probably already preparing to take down Arthur Pendragon's burial place too." Nicolas Flamel served the two men the tea he had prepared, only to find that their hands were trembling as they raised them.
"you……"
Newt Scamander was at a loss for words. Everyone knew that Nick Flamel was a troublemaker, so he even began to suspect that Ian had been corrupted by the alchemy master in front of him.
Tina is the same.
"How dare you!"
Even if she were an American.
The voice at this moment was also filled with disbelief.
"Actually, I was just trying to verify a guess... not just to collude with the little wizard to stir up trouble." Nick Flamel smiled gently.
Newt Scamander and Tina were immediately intrigued.
"What guess?"
"Don't try to fool us."
Newt Scamander was clearly somewhat skeptical of Nick Lemaître's explanation.
"I actually found that tomb years ago, but I was unable to enter it because no magic could overcome the threshold required to enter it."
"I think since little Ian could enter Merlin's tomb, perhaps he could also enter King Arthur's tomb... This is just a hypothesis." Nicolas Flamel walked back to his table, shaking the tea bag and constantly lifting it into the teacup, his eyes reflecting the dark eddies that kept swirling in the teacup.
"What are the requirements?"
Newt Scamander blew on the teacup he had picked up.
Nicolas Lemaître was silent for a moment.
"The qualification to bear its weight."
He gave a vague and ambiguous answer.
…………
Just as Nicolas Lemaître was talking with his old friend.
The house is always ready to grant any request.
"Shunzi!"
"Shunzi!"
"airplane!"
"Double Aces, you'll have a spring in your life!"
Ian was grinning from ear to ear at a table he had cleared out. To his left was a Dementor, to his right a black-robed skeleton, and the young wizard was instructing the two non-human creatures on how to play Dou Dizhu (a card game).
of course.
He also gave this form of entertainment a very down-to-earth name.
【Battle of the Witch King】
All the playing cards were drawn by himself. He drew the Jokers as Grindelwald and Dumbledore, and the images of the four heads of the house were on the J, Q, A, and K cards respectively.
The four giants, each with a different pattern, also wore clothes in different shades.
It truly represents a full-scale localization effort.
"Again! Again!"
Ian, who was winning big, immediately started to shuffle the cards with great enthusiasm.
"Sixes matched!"
Since Ian's hand wasn't as good as the last one, and he had a lot of pairs, he could only try to lead the way with pairs—the Dementor shook his head somewhat bewildered.
It's clear that it hasn't quite figured out how to play the game yet.
The black-robed skeleton, however, was far more intelligent.
"Seventeen Kings... I'm going to 'bomb the spring' too..."
Ok.
Or perhaps they were just too clever for their own good.
Seeing the hoarse-voiced, black-robed skeleton suddenly spread his arms to reveal seven Dumbledores and eight Grindelwalds, the little wizard's eyes widened into ice cream cones.
"Holy crap! What did you do?! You cheated!" Ian swore he had only put a pair of Jokers in the deck, and he grabbed the black-robed skeleton's cold wrist.
"What is cheating?"
The black-robed skeleton tilted its head.
His tone was firm.
"What is cheating? I have seventeen kings... and I'll still win the spring!"
All I saw was...
As the black-robed skeleton finished speaking.
Some kind of force seemed to be at work.
The seventeen cards in its hand began to change. Flowers began to grow on the cards, and then these flowers, along with the cards, turned red.
"Bang!"
It wasn't particularly intense.
But a smoke-filled explosion rang out inside the Requirement room.
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"
This really blew the little wizard away, leaving him charred and blackened. The black-robed skeleton, however, seemed to have fallen in love with the game; after Ian quickly washed his face, he found it had already arranged the cards.
"Not a single card is missing? Didn't the cards just explode?"
The black-robed skeleton began dealing the cards.
Ian gradually realized that something was wrong.
as predicted.
"No cheating this time! No conjuring cards! No magic!"
He gave the black-robed skeleton a stern warning.
"Seventeen Ian cards, effect... No changing cards, no using magic." The black-robed skeleton once again spread out his hand, all seventeen cards depicting Ian sitting cross-legged on a table.
however.
The little wizard was too preoccupied to admire his own stunning appearance on the card—Ian sensed an invisible constraint being placed upon the entire Room of Requirement.
It was an absolute magic-suppressing domain that he had created using magic potions.
(End of this chapter)