However, compared to keeping a calm surface.
Miss Parkinson's growing inner fear still showed that she was like most Slytherin students in front of Ian. Perhaps much of this credit should go to Miss Daphne's tireless publicity; her book of stories from Grindelwald continues to fabricate sins that don't belong to Ian.
Of course, some sins were not fabricated.
"Eat less of these sweets, or you'll end up looking bad." Ian saw that Parkinson had piled several puddings in front of her, so he immediately snatched two of the untouched puddings. They were singing puddings, which played pleasant music every time a spoonful was taken.
"..."
Parkinson did not dare to eat the remaining puddings.
She felt that Ian's words might be a threat, or perhaps this Little Demon King loved pudding so much that anyone daring to snatch it from him would face a cruel disfigurement.
It must be said.
This Little Witch, who had just enrolled this year, had a vivid imagination, not knowing that Ian was simply speaking his mind, recalling how this girl looked entirely different when she was little compared to now.
Rumor had it that the actress had changed several times.
"What are you daydreaming about again?" Aurora, sitting next to Ian, tapped his plate lightly with a fork, breaking his train of thought. Her voice carried a hint of teasing.
"Nothing, just thinking today's pudding tastes nice." Ian brushed it off. In truth, he didn't remember many details from the Harry Potter story all that well.
But that's alright; the current development has already veered off course, and perhaps remembering too many details would become a disadvantage, potentially causing some unnecessary habitual thinking errors.
"You're lying."
Aurora continued eating her roasted fish, delivering a spot-on assessment without changing her movements. Perhaps this German Girl hadn't learned Legilimency yet, but she had nailed Ian's words and actions perfectly.
"That's not the point. The point is I still need to find Tom." Ian chuckled, continuing to glance around. In the entire hall, not only were everyone's actions seen by Ian, but even their thoughts and emotions were silently sensed. Professor McGonagall at the teacher's table looked at Ian several times.
However, the usually strict professor said nothing... Perhaps Dumbledore had given instructions before leaving, or maybe after discussing with Professor Nicolas Flamel, she also realized the school had potential threats. Perhaps she cared more about her stomach than Ian's behavior.
"Have the House-Elves gone mad?"
The older Cat Lady shook her head, sighing at a shape-shifting jigsaw sandwich, but she couldn't help taking a bite, and surprisingly showed a slightly amazed satisfied expression.
"They should just chase those disgusting creatures out of Hogwarts."
Kind Uncle Professor Snape maintained his expressionless demeanor, but he was clearly in a bad mood, perhaps because of the cup of pumpkin juice in front of him, constantly emitting black smoke.
Which gave his face a hint of smoked bacon texture.
Ian was recklessly using what he thought was Legilimency; he wanted to scold Ian but sensed that Ian would definitely retaliate, causing him to lose face in front of the students.
After some consideration.
Snape had to pretend not to notice.
This made him even more irritable.
"Only six years, no, just over five years left." Kind Uncle was calculating the time to send Ian off, feeling a sudden urge for time to pass faster.
Lunch ended.
Ian didn't discover anything useful.
This surprised the Little Wizard.
"The Soul Artifact couldn't possibly grow legs and run away, right?" He thought he ought to learn more about it, so during his lunch break, he pulled out the "Advanced Dark Arts Unveiled" given by Aurora to read again.
The time spent learning always flew by.
In the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the tall towers of Hogwarts, spilling onto the corridors. In the Magic Potion Class's room, Ian dared not be late, arriving just a step after Aurora.
Kind Uncle's first class of the year.
Ian felt he should give Kind Uncle some respect.
"Ririm, why are you in a second-year classroom!" Ian was about to sit next to Aurora when he spotted a figure that shouldn't be in this classroom.
"Don't you know there's something called privilege?"
Ririm didn't look up.
Answered calmly.
Most strangely, those second-year students around him seemed unfazed by his presence, with no comments or questions, as if they hadn't even noticed his interaction with Ian.
"Snape would agree?"
The Little Wizard was a bit skeptical.
"He can't refuse, just like most people here." Ririm chuckled mysteriously as he finally glanced at Ian.
"Didn't see you in the Great Hall for lunch?" Ian hadn't seen Ririm at lunch and thought this mysterious kid from the Olivander family also had a big suspicion of stealing the notebook.
Last night this kid was also present at the blood letter message.
"Do you think the stuff in the Great Hall is edible?"
Ririm was reading a book; he looked up and retorted the Little Wizard. Clearly, this new student held a resistant stance towards the innovations of the House-Elves.