Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 865 245: Aurora and Ian

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, it was bustling during dinner time. The long tables were filled with a sumptuous feast, and the golden candlelight flickered, reflecting on each wizard's face.

The air was filled with the enticing aroma of the food.

At this time, everyone was almost in a state of complete relaxation, and the joke Ron made at the Gryffindor table earlier had become a topic for everyone to discuss.

The Weasley family didn't seem to mind, and even the twins were mimicking their younger brother being choked—though, initially, they did show concern for Ron.

But who could blame them when Ron had choked for the sixth time? It truly numbed the family's "love," and Gryffindor Prefect Percy Weasley was even embarrassed to talk about his little brother who seemed to be a ravenous reincarnation.

"This plan has potential."

Ian wasn't concerned about Ron's dietary health; he was only interested in the family behind Harry Potter and was truly beginning to calculate how to use Potter to draw out Lily Evans.

How should I put it?

Ever since learning that Lily Evans was a member of the Soul Hall, Ian was curious about her circumstances. By all accounts, she should have died the night Voldemort fell.

Moreover, the name Lily Evans should have been changed to Lily Potter... These confusions didn't just make Ian curious; they also suggested a crucial clue to unravel the mystery of the Soul Hall.

The gray wolf soul body in the Room of Requirement seemed useless, merely an "apprentice." The chances of using it to draw out the Soul Hall or find opportunities there were slim.

But Lily Evans was different. From what was previously learned from the Duke and Duchess, Lily Evans should at least be a mid-level talent within the Soul Hall.

Such a person would certainly have more understanding of the Soul Hall than that gray wolf "apprentice," and Harry Potter would undeniably be the most suitable bait to draw out Lily Evans.

Of course.

The premise is that Lily Evans also lurks in the current era. Even if she and James Potter had a falling out after death, Harry Potter is definitely her child, right? Surely, Lily Evans wouldn't be indifferent toward her own child, as evident from the love-enchanted magic bestowed upon Harry, showing his mother's true affection for him.

Precisely because of this.

If the Lily Evans mentioned by the Duke is indeed Harry Potter's mother, then for a member of the Soul Hall who has the right to time travel, the probability of visiting her child from time to time is not small. Ian felt that using Lily to find Harry Potter and thereby understand the Soul Hall had a high success rate.

"Potter..."

Ian muttered softly, his voice almost drowned out by the noisy chatter in the hall. Just as he was pondering how to persuade Harry Potter to help him with a small favor.

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!"

Sneezes suddenly echoed from the teacher's table. The noise wasn't particularly loud; most little wizards wouldn't be drawn to it.

However.

Ian's exceptionally keen senses, being of a Legendary Level, immediately noticed the good uncle's sneeze and marveled at perhaps this being some kind of extraordinary magic? For instance, a pure love detection like "I can always sense the malice held against you in a crowd"?

"Ridiculous."

Ian withdrew his gaze.

Because he noticed that his good uncle, after sneezing, had become very alert and was looking around. Perhaps, as a seasoned wizard, his vigilance was high, always feeling that the sneeze was somewhat odd, so he began scanning the hall swiftly, attempting to identify any source of malice.

Due to a slight delay in reaction.

Snape didn't notice Ian's gaze towards him.

"Strange, I shouldn't be catching a cold." Snape frowned, his trademark sullen expression surveying the area, his black eyes sweeping over each face like searchlights.

He didn't find any malicious glances.

However, when he saw Ian and Harry together, his frown tightened further, and his lips pursed into a thin line, seemingly quite displeased with the sight.

But ultimately, he merely snorted coldly and returned to his meal. Still, his gaze frequently drifted to the Slytherin table where a little wizard was out of place, his fork stabbing at a piece of meat forcefully, perhaps venting some inner dissatisfaction or disapproval.

At this moment.

Ian was also eating.

He scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes, watching the butter slowly melt in the steam before putting it into his mouth. A true food lover always captures the best moments of a dish.

What?

What if you miss it?

Of course, you'd cast a spell to restore it to its most delicious state—this maneuver not only astounded Harry Potter but also left Aurora at a loss for words.

Of course.

Aurora, knowing it would be pointless to speak, ultimately said nothing.

"What kind of magic is this?"

It was Harry Potter who couldn't resist asking.

"Just a little trick, once you learn the Advanced Transformation Technique and master the knowledge in 'The Deceit of Time,' and have magic power similar to Professor Snape's, you'll be able to do it too."