"Record this: the sixty-fourth attempt at brewing the Universal Forbidden Magic Potion has failed, suspected to be due to missing a filtering mechanism, preventing it from distinguishing friend from foe, hence forbidding everyone from using magic."
Ian gave instructions to the Homework Pen beside him.
Obviously, a Dementor cannot undertake this task.
So he had genuinely found a place where the Homework Pen could be useful.
While using the Homework Pen to write books, Ian also modified its function slightly, allowing it to help him record experimental data.
Of course, the Homework Pen's primary role was still to write books. The completion and publication within the school of "The True Prince's Secret" relied entirely on this alchemy prop that he had initially intended to profit from.
Round and round it went.
He ultimately still used his invention to earn Galleons, even more than he had initially hoped when he wanted to take orders for writing homework.
"Intellectual property is indeed valuable!" Ian said, patting his Black Phoenix while tallying his assets. He was now truly wealthy.
The piles and piles of Galleons were indeed pleasing to the eye.
"Don't eat the Gold Coins!"
Ian slapped away the Black Phoenix that was trying to swallow the Galleons. These days, he would occasionally let the Black Phoenix play outside at night, while leaving it in the Room of Requirement during the day.
There is no choice.
The rumors within the academy about him and the Dumbledore family are now rampant, and he doesn't want those imaginative little wizards to see the Black Phoenix and associate it with new rumors.
Although this Black Phoenix really doesn't remind anyone of a Phoenix like Fox, what if they do? Saying he is the illegitimate son of Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald is already outrageous enough.
Ian does not want this rumor to further escalate into something even wilder. Thus, the Black Phoenix is somewhat wronged, occasionally chasing after Fox at night in annoyance.
Clearly venting anger on and being jealous of Fox's freedom.
The "caw caw caw caw caw" sound echoing over Hogwarts at night has become yet another school urban legend, turning into a horror story that boys use to scare their girlfriends.
In response, Ian also concocted a ghost story that scared quite a few Ravenclaw little wizards staying at school, without anyone linking him to the "caw caw caw caw caw" sound in the school.
Only the Ravenclaw door ring often mumbles about him having the smell of other birds, but the bronze eagle head is easy to pacify. Ian found that child psychology works exceptionally well on the bronze eagle head.
Anyway, ever since he discovered this secret, he was never left outside the Ravenclaw Common Room again, although the rumors of him being in love with the bronze eagle head grew more rampant.
About this.
Ian didn't feel much.
Carrying more rumors, these kinds of rumors don't hurt him in the slightest, nor do they affect his study efficiency. He even learned the Silent Explosive Curse after visiting the library more often.
It's not a muttered Explosive Curse, but a whispered Explosive Curse that no longer makes a sound when exploding. This is definitely an excellent invention. If not for his own dean holding him back, Ian would surely use it to publish a paper.
According to Filius Flitwick, since the Explosive Curse itself is an evil curse, if Ian's Silent Explosive Curse were to spread, then the Explosive Curse might be removed from the textbooks.
Ian felt a bit indignant.
He had already debated with Professor Flitwick several times.
Well.
A new pot of Universal Forbidden Magic Potion had just started brewing. During the break, Ian was pestering Professor Flitwick again. The office of the Spell Class Professor was somewhat cluttered.
Entering this office.
It's as if stepping into a maze of knowledge and wisdom. The walls around are tightly wrapped with orderly bookshelves, which extend from the floor to the ceiling, each level densely packed with books of all kinds, and those related to magic and spells here seem to be exhaustive.
It's clearly like a small library — perhaps similar to how there are small libraries in the Ravenclaw Common Room, where any Ravenclaw graduate would gradually establish their own library. The words on the book spines glimmer with the light of knowledge under soft lighting, attracting every heart eager to explore.
Of course.
Despite the abundance of books on the shelves.
However, what is more impressive are those books that do not obediently stay on the shelves. They are like a group of free souls, arbitrarily and elegantly scattered throughout every corner of the office.
Some lean against the large office desk, while others lie horizontally next to the comfortable sofa, seeming chaotic and clearly not returned promptly after being read.
It's not about not loving books.
Ian always guessed it's related to Professor Flitwick not liking to climb ladders. After all, Professor Flitwick is known to have a slight fear of heights, something many little wizards are aware of.
"You're here again."
Professor Flitwick looked up at Ian feeling a bit weary.
"I modified the Silent Explosive Curse again, now it truly makes no sound. I've isolated the medium that conducts sound, it can even serve as a case of Muggle knowledge being applied to magic." Ian attempted to elevate the importance of his self-created magic, but apparently misunderstood the reason behind Professor Flitwick's dissuasion of him.