harleyscars Chapter 265, Section 264: I know everything, but hehe
Chapter 265, Section 264: I know everything, but hehe
Chapter 265, Section 264: I know everything, but hehe
Forest ban.
A mysterious and dangerous forest.
Under the moonlight, it cast deep shadows, and the originally quiet environment was only filled with rustling sounds. But now, this tranquility was shattered by a loud roar.
have to say.
This is really terrifying.
Hermione, Ron, and Neville were standing in the open space catching their breath when the sudden loud noise made them all tense up. Neville's wand even fell to the ground with a clatter.
"What! What is that?!"
Neville looked around nervously.
"Um?"
Ian looked in the direction from which the commotion had occurred, equally confused—the distance was too great, and there were too many trees obscuring the view, so he couldn't see what was going on at all.
All that could be seen were countless startled flocks of birds scattering in all directions.
It was as if something terrifying had happened.
And at that very moment.
"roar!!"
An even fiercer roar erupted.
The roar was like rolling thunder, echoing through the forbidden forest, rustling the leaves and shaking the earth, as if the entire forest was trembling.
"Ahhhhh!"
Hermione, Neville, and Ron all plopped down on the ground upon hearing the sound.
Really.
They have absolutely no image to speak of.
Only a terrifying, heart-wrenching fear completely filled the minds of the three of them—it had nothing to do with courage, it was simply a reaction of their biological genes.
"This, this is..."
Hermione's voice trembled, filled with fear and uncertainty; she had almost wet herself in terror. If even Hermione was so terrified, Neville must have been even more so.
Neville was so frightened that he fainted.
Hermione quickly checked on him.
Ian sighed, took out a bottle of potion and handed it over. After Hermione fed Neville the potion, Neville's eyelids twitched wildly, and he suddenly woke up.
"Oh my god! I had a terrible dream! I dreamt that we went to the Forbidden Forest and then encountered..." Neville was covered in sweat, and his voice, tinged with relief, hadn't finished speaking.
A cold wind blew by.
The Forbidden Forest was shrouded in thick, inky darkness at night.
Moonlight filtered through the branches of towering ancient trees, scattering silvery spots and casting dappled shadows on the ground covered with decaying leaves. The damp mist carried the pungent scent of pine needles.
Isn't this the Forbidden Forest from his nightmares? No—there were no nightmares! He just passed out in the Forbidden Forest! Upon realizing this, Neville's voice sounded like it was stuck in his throat.
His face, which had been barely saved by the potion, turned pale again. If Ian's potion hadn't been so potent, he probably would have fainted again.
Well, how should I put it?
No wonder these three little wizards were timid.
Ian also felt discomfort in his eardrums when he heard the roar.
Even as a legend, he had some reaction.
Not to mention the three young wizards who had just entered Hogwarts and hadn't experienced anything yet—to be honest, the fact that none of the three of them peed was already the greatest testament to their identity as Gryffindor students.
"Ian... what kind of creature was that making that sound? Was it a dragon?" Hermione encountered a blind spot in her knowledge, and she looked at the senior she thought was the most knowledgeable at Hogwarts with a still-shaken expression.
Ian remained silent.
"Yes, this...this is definitely the sound of a dragon!" Ron blurted out, his eyes wide with horror, his voice trembling as if it were being squeezed from his throat.
"That's the sound of a dragon! My brother Charlie loves dragons. He used to play with dragon toys at home all the time. They weren't this scary, but I'm 100% sure that's the sound of a dragon!"
His memories involuntarily drifted to his older brother Charlie. He had never been able to understand why Charlie liked dragons, and now Ron was even more puzzled by Charlie's hobby.
Dragon.
It was so terrifying that it sent chills down his spine.
How could anyone like that?
"Your brother Charlie? You have several brothers!" Hermione was clearly hearing the name for the first time and was slightly surprised. Ron gave a wry smile, his voice trembling slightly.
"Our family is poor because we had too many children. Everything I own is left over from my brothers, even my..." He began to complain incessantly about his life.
Hearing what he said.
Neville's face was paler than the moonlight, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He quickly pressed his back tightly against a tree, as if that would give him some sense of security.
"I...I've seen dragons...but their roars...aren't that scary..." His legs trembled uncontrollably, even when he was lying on the ground.
The chubby boy's voice trailed off, "I... I feel my soul trembling... Of course, it might just be because I'm a coward, but I really think I'm going to die."
"Your mind went blank, didn't it? It's not your fault, Neville, we were the same." Hermione swallowed hard, a mixture of fear and curiosity in her eyes. "Are there really dragons in the Forbidden Forest...?"
Although she had extensive knowledge of magical creatures and knew that the Forbidden Forest was rich in biodiversity, the fact that there were dragons in the Forbidden Forest still shocked her immensely.
Upon hearing this...
Ron shook his head helplessly, indicating that he didn't know either.
then.
Hermione turned her gaze to Ian again.
“Yes, there are dragons in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.” Ian’s gaze was fixed on the direction from which the commotion was coming, his brow furrowed. “However, the dragons here shouldn’t be this species.”
His tone also carried a hint of confusion.
"A dragon really exists!" Hermione's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this, her curiosity instantly overpowering her fear. "Good heavens! Such a terrifying dragon? Could it be the Hungarian Hornet?"
She named the most powerful dragon she knew, and based on that terrifying roar she had just heard, she knew that the dragon in the Forbidden Forest was no ordinary dragon.
however.
Faced with Hermione's speculation.
Ian shook his head.
Hermione was slightly taken aback when she saw this.
"The Green Dragon of Wales?"
She started guessing again.
Ian shook his head again.
Hermione's confidence began to waver.
"Then...could it be a Norwegian Spinosaurus?"
Undeterred, she continued using the process of elimination.
He then mentioned several more varieties.
But Ian continued to shake his head.
Hermione was completely dumbfounded.
"That's all the dragons mentioned in the book... What other dragons are there in the book?" Hermione's face turned somewhat dejected. She scratched her head and quickly searched her memory for the knowledge in the book.
Ron's expression kept changing. Suddenly, as if he realized something, his expression turned serious, and he lowered his voice and said mysteriously.
"This might be the secret of the Forbidden Forest! That person..." Ron glanced at Ian, hesitating, "...he kept dangerous dragons in the Forbidden Forest!"
This guy is still trying to hide it.
I don't know why I'm so wary of Ian.
"who?"
Hermione frowned.
Ron began to stammer and eventually gave vague answers.
"It's...that...the person we talked about before."
His gaze kept glancing at Ian.
Ian rolled his eyes.
"You mean Harry, Harry Potter, right?"
He simply exposed the other party's self-righteous secret.
Ron's eyes widened suddenly.
How did you know?!
His expression was full of surprise and uncertainty.
Ian sighed. "I heard everything you were saying. In fact, I was right next to you, but the three of you acted as if you couldn't see me at all."
He still genuinely found it unbelievable. Upon hearing this, Ron's face flushed instantly, Neville lowered his head in shame, and Hermione bit her lip, seemingly pondering how to explain.
"Okay...sorry, I'm just a little worried..."
Ron was clearly very embarrassed, wishing he could dig a hole in the ground and disappear into it.
"Do you think Harry is hiding a secret in the Forbidden Forest?"
Ian raised an eyebrow.
He was still curious about what Ron had said before about Harry—no, Riddle—frequently visiting the Forbidden Forest, which was why he had so readily agreed to be a babysitter.
"Yes!"
Ron quickly composed himself and continued his "reasoning": "Dragons! There are dragons in the Forbidden Forest! I bet he's the one raising them! This might be the secret of the Forbidden Forest!"
"That...that person is raising dangerous dragons in the Forbidden Forest! He wants to use the power of dragons to invade Hogwarts!" Ron said, his spine tingling with fear at his own speculation.
Well, how should I put it?
There's always someone at Hogwarts whose name can't be mentioned.
Why can't it be Harry?
"No, you already know that I know your opinion of Harry, so why are you still using 'that person, that person' as a substitute?" Ian was slightly exasperated with his Gryffindor junior.
"..."
Ron scratched his head awkwardly.
"I'm used to it."
His face flushed red again, filled with shame.
"I must say, your imagination rivals that of the headline editor of the Daily Prophet." Ian simply couldn't believe Ron's speculation.
His level of knowledge is quite different from that of these three people.
A dragon has invaded Hogwarts?
This is definitely the funniest joke of the year.
"This isn't imagination! It's reasoning! Think about it, dragons are incredibly powerful creatures. If they were truly controlled by someone with ulterior motives, Hogwarts would be in danger!"
"I'm telling the truth! Dragons are extremely dangerous magical creatures!" Ron seemed angry at Ian's dismissive attitude, and he emphasized this to Ian with great indignation.
"Yes, dragons are at the top of the food chain."
Hermione also agreed with Ron's final statement.
however.
Ian shook his head again.
"Before a high-ranking wizard, a dragon is as fragile as paper."
He was telling the truth. The new trio clearly didn't realize that if dragons were truly that powerful, they wouldn't have become creatures imprisoned and kept by wizards.
In this regard.
Ron was genuinely unaware.
His eyes widened.
"How is that possible?!"
The boy's face clearly showed disbelief.
"Isn't it said that wizards' magic is hard to work against dragons? They have very strong magic resistance." Hermione also looked incredulous.
This person knows a little bit about the industry.
But I don't fully understand it yet.
As for Nawei...
Neville was lying under the tree, lost in thought.
"Dragons have high magic resistance? Yes, that's true, but that's only for ordinary wizards. In our academy, there are at least seven people who can solo so-called dragons without taking any damage."
Ian only gave a rough estimate. Hermione considered it for a moment and wanted to ask more, but Ian raised his hand to stop her: "Alright, Hermione, what happens next is none of your business."
His words carried an irrefutable tone.
Ron and Neville froze, exchanging bewildered glances. Hermione, however, suddenly realized what was happening and her eyes widened. "Wait! You're not planning to go and fight that dragon all by yourself, are you?"
Ian nodded.
"You should all go back to sleep."
His tone was very flat.
to be frank.
For Ian, it was impossible to ignore the appearance of such a mysterious dragon in the Forbidden Forest—not because he was worried about disrupting the ecological balance of the Forbidden Forest.
Ian's mind was completely focused on the various potion ingredients; he had already figured out how to use them. Bringing three people along wouldn't be a problem, but it was hard to say whether they could monopolize all the ingredients.
Two of the three are big mouths.
If Snape finds out...
Ian didn't think his good uncle would let him eat alone.
"I'll take you back."
Ian thought of this.
It's time to cast a spell.
Hermione, on the other hand, immediately panicked.
"Ian! This is no joke! The book 'Bio-Dominators: Dragons' records many tragic cases!" she said, taking an extracurricular book out of her own collection.
The worried girl tried to show Ian the contents of the book.
"Look, this shows how powerful dragons are. Their flames can turn a forest into ashes in an instant, and their scales are incredibly hard, making them difficult to harm with ordinary magic."
In the chapter on dragon attacks, Hermione wrote, “A 1992 report from the Romanian Dragon Tamers Association showed that untrained wizards had a survival rate of only 17% in dragon attacks!” Hermione spoke quickly, hoping to convince Ian, her voice impassioned and carrying a very clear warning.
Ian remained calm.
She paused, then continued, "We should go back and tell the dean and the principal, so that the adults at the school can handle this."
This was actually Hermione's initial idea.
Later, he was led astray by Ron.
Having witnessed the terror of the dragon, her Gryffindor mind had become somewhat clearer.
"Yes, you're right."
Ian nodded in agreement, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had changed his mind: "Then let's hurry back and tell Professor McGonagall, or go directly to Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Ian nodded again.
"At this time, Dumbledore should still be awake."
He offered his own judgment.
Hermione had just shown a relaxed expression when, in the next second, Ian had already drawn his wand and waved it lightly. The stones on the ground turned into three blankets that appeared in front of them.
"what?"
Before the three could react, three blankets seemed to come alive and wrapped them up completely.
"Wait! Ian! You can't—"
Hermione's voice was drowned out by the blanket.
"Are you kidding me? This is Hogwarts, and in Hogwarts, I can do anything."
Ian winked at her.
Three blankets rose into the air, as if lifted by an invisible hand, and flew swiftly towards the castle.
"Ian! You can't take that risk!"
This is a worried Hermione.
"He should be studying at Gryffindor!"
Ron offered a shocking opinion.
"May Merlin bless you, may Merlin bless you."
Neville closed his eyes tightly, muttering to himself—the blanket receded into the distance, and Hermione's protests, Ron's screams, and Neville's sobs were all carried away by the night wind.
Ian watched them go until their figures disappeared into the layered silhouettes of the Forbidden Forest. Only then did he turn around and look back into the depths of the Forbidden Forest with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"alright……"
Ian muttered to himself.
"Now, let's see who put a dragon that shouldn't exist in the Forbidden Forest." Ian's boots crunched through the decaying leaves, making a soft, crackling sound in the silent Forbidden Forest.
He walked step by step toward the direction where the dragon's roar had appeared.
A clear silhouette.
They disappeared into the dark jungle.
(End of this chapter)