This could definitely be considered a kind of butterfly effect. Now, Malfoy has a very good attitude toward Harry Potter, whereas Ron has become the character of "love turning into hate."
"You can't judge a person as good or bad just because of the house they belong to. Slytherin does have a lot of annoying people, but that doesn't mean it's a bad house."
Hermione frowned, resistant to Ron's idea of "judging people by their house." After all, her "Guide" often mingled with some girls from Slytherin College. She certainly didn't want to believe that everyone in Slytherin was bad. Otherwise, wouldn't that mean her "Guide" was also bad?
"You haven't been exposed to the Wizarding World before, you don't understand Hogwarts, you don't understand Slytherin College." Ron was still dissatisfied, his words full of disdain for Slytherin College.
"Actually, I also think you can't evaluate a person so simply."
Neville, while eating, chose to side with Hermione, and his attitude made Ron feel even more stifled. He felt he had to tell them about a discovery of his own.
"Last night, my two brothers took me out for a night adventure to conduct an experiment. I got lost walking slowly and saw Harry Potter chanting a very strange spell in an abandoned classroom."
"Magic practiced secretly must not be something others can see, it must be Dark Arts. I saw blood, it must be some kind of very evil and terrifying ritual."
"He must have used my poor Scabbers as a sacrificial offering!" Ron recounted his experience indignantly, leaving Hermione and Neville somewhat incredulous.
Ian also eavesdropped on this conversation.
"Was it a bloody message left by Harry?"
Ian squinted slightly, not too surprised. After discovering Harry's anomaly and visiting the Secret Chamber once, he also had similar suspicions about what happened last night.
However.
The person making the small moves could not truly be Harry Potter... Ian didn't think the remnant soul in Harry's forehead scar was something he should be primarily concerned with right now.
What he was looking for was the diary Malfoy lost, the one that betrayed Voldemort and let him witness Harry's transformation process. That Tom was the primary target of interest for the Little Wizard now.
And on this point.
No abnormality was found at Gryffindor's long table, so Ian's gaze turned towards the long table of Hufflepuff. This group of little badgers was marveling that the stew's broth could show rainbow colors.
The bursting bubbles emitted a faint fruity aroma.
This could definitely be considered an excellent kind of innovation, resembling a mixture of pumpkin juice and lemon pie. Many senior students of Hufflepuff were discussing when to consult the House-Elf for the recipe.
There were no suspicious people among them either.
The students of Slytherin also maintained their usual arrogance and indifference, whispering to each other. Occasionally, someone looked up to scan the surroundings, eyes filled with disdain and contempt.
Ian's Thought Perception ability wandered through these people's emotions, trying to capture any trace of unease or tension. However, he found no abnormalities.
Malfoy had not come to the hall, perhaps lacking the appetite to eat. Ian thought that if he were in the same situation, he might do the same. He didn't find it strange at all.
"What are you eating?"
Ian, carrying a plate, went to the Slytherin long table and sat next to Aurora. Daphne, who was next to Aurora, reflexively made room the moment Ian got up from Ravenclaw's long table.
The little girl ran ten meters away and directly squeezed in with others at the end of the long table.
"Deep-sea fluorescent fish?"
Aurora's tone was somewhat uncertain. On her plate was a glowing fish, worth noting that it was a grilled fish that still glowed even after being cooked.
"I think it looks like nuclear radiation fish."
Ian poked the glowing grilled fish on Aurora's plate a couple of times. He observed that after Aurora took a bite of the fish meat, the light emitted by the fish meat being chewed in her mouth could faintly be seen through her cheek.
He wondered if the belly would be just as bizarre after eating it.
"You're like an owl, eyes darting around, searching for something?" Aurora was also observing Ian with curiosity and asked him with confusion.
"I'm looking for my lost good brother, Tom."
Ian's answer still felt quite nonsensical to the German girl.
However.
She did not make a judgment.
"Did you find him?" Aurora casually asked. Her platinum blonde hair was shining softly under the sunlight, and her actions while eating were unhurried and filled with elegance.
"I will find him eventually. Maybe good brother Tom is playing hide and seek with me." Ian glanced at the little girl to his left, this peculiar yet beautiful girl looking somewhat intense in her emotions.
"Miss Parkinson, you seem very frightened." Ian knew this little girl's name, Pansy Parkinson, a pureblood descendant who was supposed to be sharp-tongued and domineering.
However, at this moment, this Little Witch even seemed a bit reserved when eating.
"At least I'm doing better than Daphne." Pansy Parkinson was somewhat concise with her words, her voice crisp. Compared to Daphne, she did indeed count as a courageous Slytherin.