Chapter 50: Meddling in Ravenclaw

Ian originally planned to review his textbooks in the common room before class.

Because he had just eaten dinner before traveling through time, he was not hungry at all at the moment, and he was not in a hurry to go to the auditorium for breakfast. He could use this hour or so to review the content of today's Charms class.

Speaking of which, Ian's outstanding performance in Transfiguration once made Professor Flitwick a little disappointed in him.

Of course, Ian knew that the lovely old man was just sulking with Professor McGonagall.

Ravenclaw students performing best in Gryffindor's Head of House's class made him feel a little embarrassed.

But later, Ian performed brilliantly in his office, like the conductor of a real symphony orchestra, casting various spells one after another smoothly.

This made Professor Flitwick realize that Ian was not lazy in Charms class, and in fact, his efforts in Charms far exceeded those in Transfiguration. He then began to favor Ian again.

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At this time, Ian walked out of the dormitory, crossed the empty corridor, stepped over the spiral staircase to the common room, and found that the common room was not empty at this moment.

A small boy was curled up on the large sofa next to the fireplace, sleeping soundly.

The other person was a first-year student. Ian had seen the boy from afar during first-year classes. Although they had never spoken, he was not a stranger.

But Ian didn't know why the boy was sleeping here so early in the morning. Out of curiosity, he walked forward a few steps and got closer.

Although the boy was asleep at the moment, his pale face, slightly red and swollen eyes, and tear marks on his face all showed that he seemed to have been crying for a long time.

"Hey!"

Ian reached out and gently patted the boy's shoulder, and the boy opened his eyes drowsily.

"Why are you sleeping here? Are you sleepwalking in the middle of the night?" Ian asked jokingly.

"I..." Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and he cried, "I have been sleeping here since last night..."

Ian frowned and asked him, "What happened?"

The boy said timidly: "He... they wouldn't let me into the dormitory!"

Ian's brows furrowed now. He couldn't understand why such a thing would happen in Ravenclaw.

Although school bullying was what Ian hated the most, to be honest, if it had happened at the beginning of the school year, Ian wouldn't have even bothered to look at it. After all, he was in a difficult situation himself back then.

It was only later, with the second awakening of his magical power, which led to the improvement of his strength and the guarantee of his safety, that his mentality changed greatly—from being cautious at the beginning to being casual and calm now.

This was the confidence that came with great power. Now, looking at all of Hogwarts, except for Headmaster Dumbledore, Ian was confident that he could compete with any of the four Heads of House.

Although he would ultimately lose, at least he was qualified to fight and wouldn't lose too badly.

Therefore, since he had seen this situation today, he planned to find out what was going on.

"Okay, so what's your name? I'm Ian Titus from the third year," Ian asked, sitting on the couch next to him.

"Carey," said the boy, sniffling. "Carey Trollope."

"Hello, Mr. Titus, I know you." Carey said in a low voice.

Ian was not interested in the cause of the conflict between the first-years. He asked directly:

"Carey, you were not allowed to enter the dormitory, so why didn't you ask for help from the prefects? You should know at least two prefects—the two fifth-year male and female prefects who led us back to the common room after the start-of-term feast."

After a short pause, Ian said speechlessly: "If you have any problems, go to the prefect. Don't you know this principle?"

Carey whispered again: "Yes, I know, but Miss Taylor and Mr. Cooper... they both hate me... I don't dare to go to other prefects..."

"Taylor and Cooper? Hate you?"

Now things got interesting. Imagine being a first-year who had only been in school for a few months—how could you have offended two prefects at once? And both were sixth-years? This immediately aroused Ian's curiosity.

"Can you tell me what happened? Or what did you do to make your roommate and the two prefects... um, so unfriendly to you?"

"I didn't, I didn't do anything! They don't believe me!" Carey's voice suddenly became sharp.

"Stop!!! Calm down."

Ian was a little confused by the boy's sudden outburst and quickly spoke to stop him.

Perhaps because he saw Ian's face turn cold, Carey suddenly became panicked and apologized immediately: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Titus, but... that really wasn't my fault..."

In fact, Ian himself did not realize that after the second awakening of his magical power, his aura had grown immensely strong. If one had to find a word to describe it, it might be the so-called magical suppression.

For example, even if Dumbledore sat there empty-handed and smiling, very few adult wizards would dare to raise their wands against him. This wasn't just due to his fame—it was a real suppressive force formed by the qualitative change in his magical power.

The same went for Voldemort. Those Death Eaters, like Malfoy, who wavered in their loyalty, were terrified when they saw him. Of course, part of it was fear of his power, but more than that, they were crushed by his dark and twisted magic.

"So, what happened?" Ian asked the boy in front of him.

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