Nightfall arrived.
The stars twinkling in the sky were like pieces scattered across a chessboard. As the night deepened, Hogwarts Castle and its surrounding scenery gradually merged into the embrace of the night.
Every detail was gently smoothed by the night, leaving only peace and tranquility. All things lay hidden, waiting for a new day to awaken their vitality and energy again.
"Today we continue learning the Evil Curse!"
At night, when Ian held his small paid classes, rumors about him had evolved to a whole new level, such as him having a great battle with Grindelwald in the Forbidden Forest, all to win Dumbledore.
A story about a centenarian and a ten-year-old child?
This is so England!
Daphne Greengrass must have played a significant role in this. Ian truly regretted not taking away the trashy storybook Daphne had haphazardly contrived.
"Young Professor, are you the child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald?" This was probably the question that shattered Ian's inner defenses. Such increasingly outrageous rumors and gossip truly struck him like a bolt of lightning.
"Damn storybooks! Anyone who spreads these rumors again, don't blame me for being rude!" Ian was outraged, angrily warning the other little wizards in the Ravenclaw Common Room.
He claimed that his threat of using aged dung actually didn't work at first, but when he emphasized that his dung truly contained aged manure, everyone fell silent.
This was real deterrence.
At least it allowed Ian to no longer endure those increasingly abnormal rumors in the Ravenclaw Common Room. After tutoring the little wizards, he immediately stepped out of the common room door.
"What is the Young Professor going to do?"
"Is he going to the Forbidden Forest again?"
"Hey! That's not something we should be curious about! Do you want to be attacked with dung at midnight by the Young Professor? A truly smart person would, like me, mind their own business."
"If the Young Professor could sneak into the girls' dormitory and feed me with his mouth... well, I still wouldn't accept it."
Seventeen or eighteen little wizards were tidying up after their magic practice. Today, they learned a new legal Evil Curse, and there were many traces in the common room from curses gone astray.
These evening tutorials not only taught them new spells but also allowed the Ravenclaw little wizards who liked to learn in advance to exercise their Mending Charm.
Moreover, even for those senior wizards who didn't need to participate in Ian's small class, it was also a daily activity that could effectively improve their magic evasion abilities.
From the skill with which the senior students by the fireplace could read and stay alert to their surroundings, dodging stray spells with precision, it was clear that in half a semester, they had greatly benefitted from Ian's first and second-year wizard classes.
These senior Ravenclaw wizards would surely become the backbone of the Ministry of Magic and outstanding Aurors after graduation, indirectly due to Ian's contribution.
"Next time, don't throw spells at the Founder's statue!" Senior Sister Penelope also helped clean up and warned a few little wizards who were messing up.
For the little wizards.
The senior students of Ravenclaw appeared quite tolerant.
Of course.
They might also be begrudgingly silent. After all, compared to Ian's background rumors in Slytherin, Ravenclaw also had more rumors about the Merlin Bloodline due to the male and female prefects, which many senior wizards, having "shared" these rumors, considered a secret of the college.
It can only be said.
Ian might be one of the record-breaking students at Hogwarts, burdened with the most rumors, especially concerning the mystery of his background, with versions so numerous that no creature could count them all on one hand.
"Why does Little Ian teach you Evil Curses for several consecutive nights?" Senior Sister Penelope asked Ian's two roommates after helping to repair the common room. People at Ravenclaw College were all very curious, and she always felt there was something special about Ian's actions.
"He wants us to become strong, to become his right-hand men!" William's words carried an inexplicable enthusiasm, but Senior Sister Penelope didn't make much association.
Michael scratched his head, showing a matter-of-fact expression, "To be honest, I never asked. If Ian teaches like this, he must have his reasons."
Neither answer satisfied Senior Sister Penelope, as she could clearly see that the two were brushing her off. Their acting skill was not even comparable to that of their Young Professor roommate.
"I actually asked Ian this question too."
Qiu Zhang was holding an extracurricular study book, ready to study at the common room's table when she overheard Senior Sister Penelope and the two boys talking.
Senior Sister Penelope turned her head towards Qiu Zhang.
"Did that guy tell you?"
She knew that this girl had a good relationship with Ian too.
"It just seemed like a whim, right? He just mysteriously told me that something dirty had entered Hogwarts, and then he took my Bibiduo Flavor Beans away while I was pondering.
Qiu Zhang's tone carried a bit of helplessness.