Reborn at Hogwarts - Chapter 137

c135 Zoe and Fried Drumsticks

Seeing Ivan’s leaving back, Hermione frowned suspiciously, and tugged at Harry’s arm beside her.

“Is he lying?”

Harry carefully recalled Ivan’s tone when he spoke just now, and shook his head:

“Probably not.”

…

It’s not a lie.

Having experienced so many things and learned so many secrets all night, Ivan’s eyes were almost too tired to open.

After leaving Audio-Technica, he immediately returned to the dormitory.

The roommates had already fallen into a coma in a posture that could not bear to look directly at them. Ivan suppressed his drowsiness and set up a “monitor” in the corner of the room before falling headlong on the bed.

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.

A seductive aroma awakened Ivan.

He sniffed, lifted the quilt and covered his head.

After a while, he sat up abruptly again.

He looked blankly at the source of the aroma.

“Who brought the fried chicken legs?” Ivan stared at the whole plate of fried chicken legs placed on his bedside table, and his hunger grew stronger.

“I brought it.”

said a voice.

Ivan was so frightened that he trembled, and hurriedly followed the prestige.

Zoe sat in the corner of the room with her back against the window, looking at him strangely.

“Why are you here?”

After seeing Zooey, the first thought that came to Ivan’s mind was: Fortunately, I was too tired to clean up last night, so I took off my coat and went to sleep.

There was one left in it.

The second thought was: How did she get in here?

Ivan remembered clearly that Hogwarts does not allow boys to enter the girls’ dormitory. The last time he was able to get in was because he became an elemental state with the avatar technique…

Oh, so it’s only restricted to boys?

Zoe didn’t even bother to use Legilimency, she only needed to look at Ivan’s expression to know what this guy was thinking. She pulled the stool closer and stared at Ivan with her hands on her chin. She didn’t ask until the guy’s scalp was numb.

“What happened last night?”

Ivan began to play dumb very skillfully.

It’s not that she deliberately kept it from Zooey… It’s just that this matter has nothing to do with her in the first place.

There was no need to involve her in his struggles with Paracelsus and Voldemort.

“Last night, I dreamed about you.” Zooey said suddenly.

“What did you dream about me?” Ivan asked casually, unmoved.

Zoe snorted.

“I dreamed that you were standing on a bridge,” she said, “with Professor Searles at your side, and the ghost of our house, Lady Gray.”

“…”

Ivan suddenly discovered that things seemed not so simple.

He originally thought that Zoe’s words like “I dreamed about you last night” were just to disturb his mind and let him show his flaws so that he could use Legilimency…

But… the bridge? Sells? Ms. Gray?

If you look at these elements separately, you can’t see much.

But once they are put together, no matter how you look at them, you will feel that there is a dangerous atmosphere inside.

“Oh, by the way, you were supposed to have class today, but your roommate said that they tried many methods and failed to wake you up. After Dumbledore heard about it, he asked the professors for leave for you, and then let me Let’s come and see you.” Zoe added, and then she looked weird, “You mean, Professor Dumbledore really wants us to do something for him, right? Why do you always tie us together on purpose? ?”

This is really not sure… Ivan muttered in his heart.

Although he has now decided to stand up against Voldemort and Paracelsus, he still resists Dumbledore’s overt and secret arrangements.

For example, last night… Ivan couldn’t believe it at all. Dumbledore, who had just experienced a high-intensity battle, didn’t notice him and Ms. Gray coming out of the corner wall.

The old bee clearly wanted him to get acquainted with Harry Potter.

Only for this matter, Ivan was resistant before and after the change of concept.

In its current form, Harry Potter is useless for the time being.

Voldemort has been reborn, and it is impossible for the plot to follow the established route.

It is estimated that Harry Potter has no place to come in handy except for the final confrontation with Voldemort.

Even if there was… Ivan didn’t think it had anything to do with him.

The situation has changed drastically. Ivan needs to take care of himself and the people around him first, and he has no time to make friends with Mr. Savior.

If the Audio-Technica encounters any difficulties and Hermione thinks of him again, then he is willing to provide some help to Hermione secretly to help them tide over the difficulties.

As for directly participating in it, forming the “Iron Four Corners” or something…let’s forget it.

Although Dumbledore’s thoughts were clear in his heart, these obviously couldn’t be told to Zoe.

Ivan said a few words casually, barely perfunctory.

After confirming that the food was brought by Zoe from the auditorium, Ivan immediately started to gobble it up.

At the end of the fight last night, his mana was almost exhausted, and he was indeed exhausted.

After finishing his meal in a hurry, Ivan snapped his fingers, and the clean dinner plate immediately disappeared into the air—it was taken away by the house elf.

Then, he looked at Zooey, who had no intention of leaving yet, and thought for a moment.

He took out Ravenclaw’s journal from his leather pocket.

“You still keep a diary?” Zooey recognized it at a glance.

“It’s not mine, it’s a magic item.” Ivan spread out the diary in front of himself, “If something unusual happens to me later, remember to notify Dumbledore, is that okay?”

He needs to keep an insurance for himself, so that he will not be able to escape from the memory in the diary due to some inexplicable accidents.

The information recorded here is related to the Kingdom of the Dead, the Philosopher’s Stone, and that cheap ancestor Geralt Vesemir. He must understand the situation as soon as possible before he can make follow-up preparations and processing.

“…Okay.” Zooey actually didn’t understand what Ivan wanted to do, but she could also tell that what Ivan was going to do next should be something dangerous, so she nodded tensely .

He stared at him unblinkingly, with a serious look on his face.

Ivan was almost amused by her appearance and laughed out loud.

He immediately stopped his impulse and set his sights on the diary.

Soon, Ivan felt that the yellowed paper of the diary began to grow bigger and bigger.

The deep black gradually filled his entire field of vision.

…

There was the sound of rain.

Ivan blinked and looked around.

What came into view was a small shed.

A woman with long hair and shawl was sitting in the room, holding a thick book in her hand, reading it intently.

Rowena Ravenclaw…

Ivan knew that he came to her memory again.