The wind and rain were wreaking havoc outside the castle.
Hearing Snape's address to the strange wizard, Ian turned from looking back every three steps to every six steps, even when Snape glared at him fiercely, he couldn't resist.
This was Quirinus Quirrell! The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor during Savior Harry Potter and Hermione's first year, the special consumable for next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts! This guy is supposed to be serving as the Muggle Studies professor and should be on a long trip outside!
"Butterfly effect?"
Ian craned his neck like a "lunatic," watching as Snape led Quirrell, who had no tumor on the back of his head but had undergone a huge personality change, towards the stairs to the eighth floor.
"Did he encounter Voldemort or not?" He was intensely curious about this, keeping an eye on Snape and Quirrell until they disappeared from view before drawing back his gaze.
"His personality changed, so is it possible he has experienced it in this life?" Even while dining with William and Michael, Ian was continuously pondering this question.
Based on his understanding of the story, accurately judging this issue seemed challenging, but it did not prevent him from considering how to probe and verify his guesses.
He certainly couldn't approach it himself.
Perhaps he should enlist someone else's help?
Ian glanced at William and Michael, who were chugging water due to the Mexican peppers.
"Oh my god! It's all peppers! Are the house-elves crazy?"
"Although the chicken leg braised with peppers is also delicious, between peppers and an intact behind, I think I can only choose one, and I guess this should be a Halloween tradition at Hogwarts every year?"
"Is there such a tradition for Halloween? Well, looks like I just have to bear it."
...
The two roommates always swung between being smart and being dim-witted, and if he asked them to probe Quirrell, Quirrell might not only detect their intentions but also trace back to Ian. This was obviously not a wise choice, considering the high caliber of Ravenclaw's graduates.
If Quirrell were still an ordinary professor, it wouldn't matter, but if he had indeed defected to Voldemort, the problem would be somewhat serious. Ian wasn't yet refined enough to be the Hogwarts God and didn't want to directly face the noseless malice now; he considered himself not reckless like the flathead Harry Potter at Hogwarts.
"Should I just go and make a small report?" Ian didn't mind transforming into the class monitor he disliked the most in his past life; he also believed Dumbledore would gladly help him understand Quirrell's current situation.
However, after meeting with Quirrell and Snape, Dumbledore once again disappeared from the Living Map, leaving Ian feeling a bit helpless.
Where did the headmaster go, season two?
Going to ask Grindelwald would not be a bad option for getting answers, but he did not like being alone with Grindelwald, which was a rather conflicted issue in Ian's mind.
"I'm just an ordinary little wizard from Ravenclaw; even if Quirrell has indeed defected to Voldemort, he probably wouldn't quickly find out that I stole something from the Room of Requirement." Ian speculated on Quirrell's early return; he was pondering Quirrell's state throughout the banquet.
"Damn! What kind of drink is this!"
As Ian was slowly eating, William and Michael, along with other little wizards, were hopping mad because some drinks had fresh chili juice added to them! This Halloween feast would definitely be memorable, truly special, embodying the fiery spirit of Halloween.
"Did the house-elves fall into a pepper nest today!"
The food wasn't bad.
It's just that not many people in the United Kingdom can handle hot stuff.
The upper and lower grade students were all grumbling, but since everyone was very hungry after playing all day, they didn't stop eating despite their complaints.
The food disappeared even faster than usual.
The dessert after dinner seemed to have saved every little wizard with swollen red lips, unaware of one truth.
The chili god would bless every chili-eater fairly the next day during bathroom time, and Ian ultimately completed his Halloween prank in silence, even though his plot to make it rain birds didn't succeed. Of course, Ian's prank wasn't without repercussions on himself.
Due to the excessive demand for drinks and water, Ian only managed to snag a cup of the distasteful Oliger-colored drink, which most little wizards wouldn't typically choose.
Seeing Ian drink two sips.
Michael and William immediately asked him how it tasted.
"There's a bit of an aftertaste."
His natural response didn't fool the two roommates, but instead, both agreed that there's something wrong with his taste buds. Ian, frustrated at failing to drag them down with him, angrily threw the cup into the trash bin.
Like dishwater.
How could it not have an aftertaste?
Ian finally understood why no one drank this beverage; he could only say that in the wizarding world, there would always be some peculiar foods that are ignored yet still passed down through the generations.
After the banquet.
While leaving the auditorium, students big and small were chatting about the usual school gossip, and Ian even overheard gossip about Gilderoy Grindelwald on his way to the library.