"You're right! That person is really awful! I think he must be a despicable pervert and is probably hiding somewhere enjoying the pleasure of tormenting us!" Qiu Zhang had no doubt about Ian; she simply resonated with Ian's words, and the indignation in her tone was not at all fabricated.
"..."
Ian opened his mouth.
In the end, he didn't dare to make any defense—originally, he didn't plan on giving such in-depth lessons, but who knew the Bronze Eagle seemed addicted to studying. He couldn't help but interact with the Bronze Eagle, who even expected him to learn and research unknown knowledge before coming back to answer questions.
"Voluntarily submit the class fee, William, you help me collect it." With Ian's small class becoming more and more popular, he now had a very conscientious free cashier.
The evening lessons were as smooth as ever, and everyone gained something as usual. The little wizard with a strong talent could even slightly change the light source on their magic wand.
Before returning to the dormitory.
Ian even saw William trying to throw off the light source from his magic wand, the green light matching his hair perfectly. Perhaps having seen Ian scare someone before, this guy kept muttering "Avada Kedavra," making Ian unable to hold back.
Michael didn't particularly like "night study" and was rarely seen in the small class. But when Ian returned to the dormitory today, he found Michael actually studying with William's little lamp—this was truly a rare sight, as the Black-American young man was often the first to rush out of the classroom after class.
Unlike Ron.
Michael's magic talent was actually even higher than William's, not that William's talent was bad—in fact, William was on par with Hermione among the first-year newcomers. But unfortunately, Michael belonged to the ranks of academic gods; he always learned what he needed during class.
In the dormitory.
An academic master, an academic god—the visual impact was really strong. But Ian didn't feel the pressure in such a dormitory because he was the one who mingled among the academic gods and masters.
"What are you looking at?" Ian noticed that when he returned to the dormitory, Michael hurriedly put away the book, looking quite comical with a guilty expression.
"Noth... nothing." Brother Xiao Hei dodged his eyes evasively. He waited a long time until Ian finished washing up and went to bed before sneakily taking out the book to continue reading.
Ian secretly cast an Illusionary Body Spell he had just learned and quietly slipped from his bed to stand behind Michael, finally understanding what rare book Brother Xiao Hei was reading.
"A Wizard's One Hundred and Eight Love Techniques"
Indeed.
Michael really wouldn't study anything useful after class.
"The stuff in this book won't help you catch a girl." Satisfied with his curiosity, Ian couldn't help but reveal himself, softly reminding, which almost made the unsuspecting Michael jump in fright.
His black skin almost turned red like a devil.
"Impossible! The author of this book said that if I can't get the girl I like, he'll refund me fully! There's even his ultimate secret technique at the end of the book!" Michael refused to believe Ian's opinion, quickly turning to the last page of the book and scraping off the shiny coating.
"Remember, for playboys like us, Amortentia is an infallible trump card." Michael's complexion instantly turned a liver color after seeing the words.
The human body is truly amazing.
"You definitely bought this book in Diagon Alley!" Ian widened his eyes, glancing at the book's author... indeed, the author didn't even dare to put their name on the book.
"Refund! Refund!"
After coming to his senses, Michael was exasperated. He had always been a little wizard fond of sweet love, obviously rejecting some Hex-Tech methods.
"We're all brothers, so if you need, I can even brew it for you. As long as Rebecca drinks it, how could this not be called love for a lifetime?"
Ian teased Michael, who was bouncing around in frustration while utilising his Black-American talents to curse the author's entire family, while he himself pulled out his suitcase from under the bed. He always had a dream about having a big house wherever he goes, and the Traceless Stretching Charm could undoubtedly fulfill it.
"Let me have a look~"
Late at night.
William and the exhausted Michale who ran out of curse words were already asleep, but Ian was still experimenting with his suitcase, continuously attempting to expand its internal space.
[Traceless Stretching Charm Skill Level +3]
[Traceless Stretching Charm Skill Level +4]
[Traceless Stretching Charm Skill Level +3]
The next day.
Everything was as peaceful as usual.
It's just that Ian found it a bit odd for his dear uncle to have missed two classes.
Yes.
The professor skipped classes.
It's heard that other grades' Magic Potion Class was also taken over by other professors, with the school publicly claiming that Snape was ill and currently receiving treatment at Saint Mangos Magic Injury Hospital. But Ian secretly checked the Living Map, and Snape was clearly staying in his office at Hogwarts without coming out.