MM Racing Chapter 259, Section 258: The Great Inventor! Ian!
Chapter 259, Section 258: The Great Inventor! Ian!
Chapter 259, Section 258: The Great Inventor! Ian!
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows, but compared to the earlier liveliness, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All I saw was...
Ian stood in the center of the classroom.
Take a deep breath under Professor McGonagall's curious and inquisitive gaze.
He began to manifest his Animagus form.
His body suddenly twisted, shrank, and transformed, as if his flesh and blood had come alive. As the magic continued to condense, Ian's body began to undergo strange changes.
It wasn't the smooth transformation of a normal Animagus, but rather as if it had been forcibly reshaped by some force. Its body gradually shrank, its bones and muscles reorganized, and its skin slowly covered with a layer of glossy black feathers. In just a moment, a majestic raven appeared on the spot.
Ian spreads his wings and flies.
It stopped on a protrusion on the window.
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with shock.
"A magical creature! It really is a magical creature!" Her originally elegant posture leaned forward slightly, and she unconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, unable to suppress her surprise. Although she couldn't help but marvel at its beauty and agility, her years of experience made her keenly aware of the unusual nature of this form.
As a seasoned magic professor, she had seen all sorts of Animagus forms, but the aura emanating from this raven before her gave her an unprecedented sense of awe.
This is no ordinary raven.
Its feathers were as black as night, yet they shimmered with an eerie deep purple sheen in the light. Its beak had an unnatural metallic texture, but what was most unsettling were its eyes—a pair of scarlet vertical pupils, like those of some predator rather than the round pupils of a bird, and a magical aura seemed to rise in the air.
This is more intense than that of many magical creatures.
"Merlin's beard, you...you..." Professor McGonagall's brows furrowed, her eyes revealing deep worry and doubt. She spoke slowly, her voice trembling slightly.
The raven tilted its head and let out a low cry. Unlike the clear and crisp sound of ordinary birds, the cry had a particularly deep and chilling quality that sent shivers down one's spine.
It doesn't sound like the voice of a good bird at all.
to be frank.
The young wizard expected praise, but instead saw a complicated expression on the professor's face: "Ian, you... how dare you, how dare you attempt to become a magical creature?"
Her tone was a mixture of surprise, anger, and a hint of lingering fear. Indeed, just as the professor had said in the first Transfiguration class last year.
Animagus transformation is a wizard's magic that allows them to transform into animals, but it requires a long learning process and is fraught with danger. Because the transformation itself is risky—for example, the first transformation might go out of control—this magic has always been one of the most dangerous. And this only applies to the danger of transforming into an ordinary animal.
As for transforming into magical life forms.
Throughout the history of wizarding, there have been those who dared to try, but without exception, all of them proved with real-life examples just how foolish and dangerous their attempts were.
It's not that no one has succeeded.
just.
Many brilliant wizards have perished because of this. Therefore, how could Professor McGonagall not feel fear and anger upon seeing Ian transformed into a magical being?
She had clearly warned the young wizard in front of her during the previous school year.
"Mr. Prince, you clearly didn't heed my warning!" Professor McGonagall looked at the raven, who was still shaking its head, and felt a surge of anger rising within her.
Well, how should I put it?
The little wizard was actually wronged too.
Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Ian slowly withdrew from his raven form. His body gradually returned to human form in the light, and his original black feathers faded away.
With his feathers retracting and his bones extending, in the blink of an eye, Ian stood before Professor McGonagall again, restored to his familiar form. The silky smoothness of his form relieved Professor McGonagall.
This at least proves that Ian's Animagus transformation doesn't pose too many hidden dangers. Yes, some wizards, even if they learn Animagus techniques, may still have lingering problems for various reasons.
This is similar to how some wizards, after living as animals for several years, gradually lose their wizarding abilities and even forget how to return to human form, making it difficult for them to fully revert to their original form.
Animagus magic is fraught with danger.
but.
Seeing how smoothly Ian transformed, Professor McGonagall could at least conclude that Ian had an exceptionally high level of control over this magic, even surpassing most wizards with Animagus forms.
of course.
Even if she realized this, don't expect Professor McGonagall to praise her. She was genuinely furious, her aged eyes fixed on Ian with extreme seriousness.
"Mr. Ian Prince!"
She practically screamed Ian's name through gritted teeth.
"Um, that professor."
Ian looked at Professor McGonagall with a sincere expression and explained in a calm tone, "Professor, I really didn't try to become a magical creature myself."
"My situation is, how should I put it, a bit complicated, it's just... it just happened naturally." The little wizard's eyes were clear and showed no sign of lying.
In fact.
Ian was not lying.
Before being forced to become a raven, Ian had hoped to become some cooler animal, like a lion or tiger, or at the very least a cheetah.
Raven?
That's just not in line with his aesthetic sense.
Small...not at all imposing. That's the truth, so Ian wasn't guilty of anything. As for why he didn't tell Professor McGonagall the truth directly...
Well, how should I put it?
Saying it probably wouldn't make any sense.
His experience of learning Animagus transformation was truly bizarre. If I told Professor McGonagall, she would probably think he was lying. After all, who would believe that one could learn Animagus transformation by simply touching a corpse?
If Ian hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes... no, if he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he would have definitely stood up and punched the person who told him about it.
It is indeed somewhat absurd and bizarre.
But this is reality... Perhaps this is why reality is even more absurd than fiction. Sometimes, the fantastical plots in reality would probably be criticized if they were put into novels.
"It just happened naturally?"
Professor McGonagall froze, staring blankly at Ian, unsure how to respond. Her suspicious gaze lingered on Ian for a long time. She stared intently into his eyes, trying to find a trace of a lie, but the boy's gaze was open and clear, without the slightest evasion.
Various thoughts and learned knowledge flooded the mind of the older catgirl.
After a long while.
Professor McGonagall slowly exhaled, still frowning, but her tone was no longer as annoyed as before; her wrinkled face was full of confusion.
"Indeed... some ancient wizarding families have Animagus beings in magical creature form, but as far as I know, the Prince family shouldn't have such a special bloodline." She said, pacing back and forth in the classroom with her arms crossed.
He seemed to be struggling to think about this thorny problem.
to be frank.
Professor McGonagall was unsure either.
after all.
Wizards... no, wizards as a category of humans, nobody knows what kind of bloodline they had in their ancestors, or when they might suddenly exhibit atavism.
Sometimes.
It's possible that a certain bloodline might not awaken for ten or twenty generations, but one day a descendant might suddenly awaken it. Such cases are rare in the wizarding world, but they are not unheard of.
Therefore.
The origins of any wizarding family's "foundation" are impossible to trace back to.
The more Professor McGonagall thought about it, the more troublesome it seemed. She stopped and looked at Ian again, a hint of helplessness and confusion in her eyes. She shook her head and spoke.
"Perhaps you could ask Professor Snape; he knows more about your family's bloodline." This clearly indicated that Professor McGonagall felt she couldn't explain it.
She thought Ian might be curious about such a bloodline.
however.
Ian listened to Professor McGonagall's words, but he had no intention of asking Snape. He figured this matter probably had little to do with family bloodlines, and Professor Snape would be just as baffled by it.
It's uncertain.
That "good uncle" is about to start spouting nonsense about how many families he has blood in. Ian has already found out that the people who gossip about Ian having too much blood are Slytherin students.
And their message.
It stemmed from some observations of his own hospital director.
Snape was clearly trying to ascertain the mystery of how much bloodline Ian possessed.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian didn't intend to go to Snape, but he politely nodded, indicating that he would inquire. After all, he needed to deal with the Transfiguration professor first.
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, her expression turning stern once more.
"Mr. Prince, please remember this: do not attempt any dangerous magical experiments. With your talent and abilities, your future is bright; do not go astray."
Her voice was full of concern and expectation.
It was indeed a sincere and heartfelt piece of advice.
Ian felt Professor McGonagall's heartfelt concern, and a warm feeling welled up inside him. He looked at Professor McGonagall solemnly and nodded vigorously in response.
"Professor, don't worry, I will remember your words."
The little wizard looked very confident.
Professor McGonagall looked at Ian's serious expression, sighed slightly, and smiled with satisfaction. "Very good. I hope you will remember what I said today."
Done.
The older catgirl picked up her packed textbooks and left the classroom. She still had to teach other grades, and the break between the older transformation classes and this class wasn't long.
"Professor McGonagall is such a good person."
Watching the professor's departing figure.
Ian sighed slightly.
The second period in the morning was his disliked flying class, so he skipped it and left the Transfiguration classroom, darting through the Hogwarts corridors like a nimble little beast.
Ten minutes later.
The house is always ready to grant requests.
"Da da da da da—!!!"
After Ian's magic level improved, he had many inspirations, and he was now putting those inspirations into practice. The Gatling gun in his hand gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the dim light.
It resembled a sleeping beast.
Amidst a deafening roar, beams of blinding green light shot out from the modified Gatling gun wand, blasting the little bunny hanging on the distant target so hard its eyes rolled back in its head.
One by one, they died.
Yes.
This is Ian's brand new idea.
The era of wizards has long since changed. He adapted to the times and made groundbreaking creations and inventions, bringing the world's first Avadagatlin to life.
Inside this room used for experiments.
The images swept by the aftershocks of the Avada Kedavra curse screamed and fled in all directions.
"Perfect!"
Ian snapped his fingers excitedly.
It's unclear whether he had completely forgotten Professor McGonagall's warning not to attempt dangerous magic, or whether he simply didn't see it as a dangerous attempt.
The black-robed skeleton stood silently in the corner, using its newly acquired "brain" to ponder Ian's actions. The Dementor was in the cauldron, which it was using to boil into soup over a large fire, driven by its own somewhat wild imagination.
Well, how should I put it?
Perhaps this is the advantage of having a brain. How Ian usually uses it to make soup is now what it tries to do with Dementors, but the Dementors can never produce that white soup.
This puzzled the black-robed skeleton greatly—it only had a temporary brain, but it couldn't provide it with much wisdom at the moment.
It's said that some pigs are actually smarter than humans.
That doesn't seem entirely true.
Perhaps it was the problem with the idiot Ian chose, or it could be the problem with the black-robed skeleton herself, since she didn't seem very smart when she was the brute goddess.
"Today is a good day, a good day~"
Ian hummed a little tune.
He then began crafting a second Gatling gun. He intended to inscribe the runes of the Imperius Curse on it; yes, the three unforgivable sins, Ian considered making them his three holy artifacts.
The Deathly Hallows are relics.
Its new era sacred objects are also sacred objects.
"All beings are equal!" Ian couldn't even imagine how much potential this Gatling gun, capable of casting Imperius Curse, had. If Voldemort had had this thing back then, he might have unified the world long ago.
Even Grindelwald would probably say "wonderful, wonderful, wonderful" if he saw it.
"It's all thanks to the old headmaster's excellent teaching that I've had such a breakthrough!" Ian said gratefully to Headmaster Albus. The ancient magical framework that Dumbledore had given him was incredibly useful after being transformed into runes.
"Isn't this a bright future?" Ian felt that he would surely leave a significant mark on the books that record the history and development of wizards because of his many inventions and creations.
Regardless of how history books evaluate it.
In Ian's view
He, Ian.
He is the uncrowned great inventor among wizards!
Professor Nicolas Flamel's inventions would probably pale in comparison to his.
(End of this chapter)