However.
This Legendary Witch's study of Death Magic Rune surprisingly did not delve as deeply as Lady Ravenclaw's, perhaps because she never encountered such knowledge in her lifetime or after death.
Of course, maybe she knew but didn't want to tell Ian; this Witch from the Ancient Era is by far the most enigmatic character Ian has ever encountered.
"Teacher, can you really do it..." Ian's provocation was indeed quite crude, but Morgan seemed to play along. She didn't verify whether the rune excerpt on the note was correct for Ian but helped him engrave another rune on the mysterious note that could help Ian find the note's original sender.
According to Teacher Morgan, when the note gets close to the sender, it will emit a faint glow, no matter if the sender used other methods to obscure his actions.
A very domineering and unreasonable method.
Full of trust in Morgan's method, Ian ran around the school with the note as soon as he awoke the next day, approaching all possible people who might have secretly slipped him the note.
Grindelwald, Voldemort Quirrell, Professor Arthur King, Professor McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, even Professor Sprout and Snape Ian were approached by him.
However.
It was truly unexpected that he found nothing at all.
In front of any suspect, the note in Ian's hand showed no reaction, leading him to suspect this might just be another prank by Teacher Morgan targeting the young boy.
"Can't you just light up a bit!" Ian even desperately approached Aurora and those little wizards who seemed to be pretending to be innocent or rejuvenated.
This behavior indeed proved to be somewhat impulsive, seeking solutions frantically to the point he didn't just fail to find the suspect, but left several senior sisters, junior sisters, and even a senior brother thinking he was trying to confess.
"That bad woman caused me a lot of trouble!"
Fleeing in disarray, Ian could only return to the Room of Requirement. Regardless of whether the sneaky person was still in Hogwarts, he couldn't leave the replica he was half-way through making unfinished.
Adjusting the circuits constructed between magic runes almost occupied all of Ian's time during these weeks in the human world.
Magic must work.
Ultimately relying on the structure jointly constructed by these magic runes, the process required at least tens of thousands of adjustments, also showing the complexity and low production efficiency of Ancient Alchemy.
However, if one could eventually harvest the final product, its capabilities must be something that existing methods in the modern Alchemy domain, like Enchantment, would find difficult to replicate.
After all.
The magic rune above originates from the God of Death.
This is also why Ian found it so difficult even to create counterfeits, he demonstrated through high-intensity hand movements these past days that excessive exercise is indeed harmful to health.
"I just need a pair of reading glasses!" Ian even felt somewhat dizzy and disorientated over these few days, focusing entirely on the counterfeit Resurrection Stone during the Alchemy process, needing to observe the original version before each adjustment.
The test and torture of eyesight exceeded even counting pixels on a large TV and fixing each pixel to the correct position on the screen.
"Isn't this just like assembly line screw-tightening?" Ian truly felt exhausted, he was always somewhat lethargic in class each day.
William even suspected he had touched something he shouldn't have, like Magic White Powder, while Michael believed he must be secretly in love somewhere lately.
"Who spread this rumor?" Ian's dark circles were very evident, his eyes were somewhat swollen and red, gulping down magic potion while eating lunch steak.
Only those who have tasted it would understand the feeling, comparable to Chinese medicine mixed with rice.
"You haven't hosted any evening gatherings for several days, the little wizards say it's love making you lazy, Senior Sister Penelope also said only those in love become as listless as you."
Michael's answer sounded very serious.
William chimed in, "Yes, indeed, although we don't know why being in love would make someone listless, I imagine our Prefect won't just be deceiving us."
The duo sang in harmony.
Ian really wanted to drag them to the Room of Requirement, allowing them to have a chat with the Dementor — after all, for days the only new companion for Ian was a Dementor with new capabilities.
"Hurry and eat, there's work to do." Ian saw the two roommates planning more gossip and stuffed baguettes into their mouths, after eating and drinking enough, he went outdoors with other little wizards.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, so this afternoon, Hogwarts has already ushered in the holiday; evidently, some schools offer such generous vacations.
Students with adequate holidays had joyful smiles on their faces, it had to be said that holidays indeed nourished the soul, the collagen on the little wizards' faces seemed even more abundant.
In contrast.
Ian's dark circles were truly very noticeable.
"The snow is really coming down."
Unconsciously.
The weather getting colder as December progresses, just around Christmas, it has been snowing heavily for several days, the formerly verdant lawn long turned into a blanket of white snow.