HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 34 The Ancient Rune

"Professor, can I waste your time?" After the Potions class was over, Itana didn't leave immediately, but stayed until the end.

"What's the matter, kid? Is there something you don't understand?" Slughorn looked at the student who had won a lot of marks for the college, with a kind and friendly tone.

Itana took out a few characters from the book that had been transcribed last night, and handed them to the professor with both hands, "Do you know which language system these characters belong to?"

Slughorn took the note, his eyes falling on the words, his face slowly turning to confusion.

"This is an ancient rune, where did you see it?" Slughorn looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.

"My grandma has a lot of books, and I can often see some languages ​​and characters that I can't understand. These are some I still remember." Itana scratched her head and said the absolute truth, "I'm curious about them What is it, Professor."

"Are there many different languages ​​for ancient wizards? Why are there so many types of ancient runes?" She opened her eyes full of curiosity, "I beg you, professor."

Slughorn looked at the empty classroom, then looked at Itana again, "Son, this is Niyara script, a very, very ancient script, I also saw it once when I was studying in the Middle East in my early years. , I don’t know more specifically.”

"Then do you know what these characters mean?" Itana asked.

Slughorn frowned, and said with some uncertainty, "If I'm not mistaken, they mean—"

"Resurrection."

"Resurrection?" Itana blinked, and her eyes fell on the note in Slughorn's hand. Could it be that the book contained resurrection-related content?Soul magic, and resurrection, I always feel like I have found a treasure.

"Okay, go back, no matter which book you read these words in, remember, life is always the most precious." Slughorn returned the note, and finally urged him very seriously.

Itana looked at him. "I see, Professor."

……

Itana walked through the Hogwarts library, her eyes scanning the books on the shelves, hoping to find one or two books related to the Niyala script.

Tom and Hughes sat facing each other, with a small pile of books in front of each.

"How long has she been like this?" Hughes asked in a low voice, his eyes sweeping over Itana's figure from time to time.

"One hour, and it is estimated that there will be another hour." Tom also glanced there, shook his head, and the quill continued to write.

"Scarier than most Ravenclaws. What the hell is she looking for? Didn't you find any useful books last night?"

Hughes changed his usual quietness at this moment, because the regret of not being able to enter the restricted area last night turned into curiosity, and his intuition told him that Itana's behavior was not right.

"You have to ask her." Tom said that there was nothing he could do. After getting some answers from Slughorn, Itana became very eager, or very "goal". Things seemed less concerned.

He had never seen Itana like this.

"Okay." Hughes, who didn't get the answer, had to continue to do his homework half-heartedly, and glanced at Itana's direction from time to time, as if he could see something in this way.

Finally, after another hour, Itana, finally exhausted, sat back beside them, her head still sweating.

"Itana, what are you looking for?" Hughes asked tentatively, and Tom also looked up from his homework.

Itana glanced at the two of them, sighed, and pulled out the note from her schoolbag, "An ancient rune, Ni Yala script, Professor Slughorn said he saw it in the Middle East, who of you has a way?" ? Or does anyone have any other clues?"

"..."

Her answer was predictable silence.

"Oh, maybe I should ask the professor of the magic text class, but we don't take the magic text class until the third grade." She rested her chin on one hand and raised her legs, and tapped the fingers of the other hand on the table , "Or, ask Professor Dumbledore?"

"?" Tom's quill paused, looking at her like a monster, his face seemed to be full of you teasing me.

Of course Itana knew what he meant, "Don't look at me like that, you are blinded by prejudice now, Professor Dumbledore is so nice, he often treats me to tea, uh, milk tea."

"And his erudition is recognized." Itana clenched her hand on the table, "If, I mean if, he knows what we are studying, maybe he can help?"

"Then how do you explain to him where you read these words?" Chamber of Secrets?Tom smiled politely, hinting wildly.

"Tsk, in fact, it's nothing to expose the truth—" She felt Tom's eyes turn cold, and quickly changed her words: "But I still want to study it by myself, it will be more fulfilling."

What a fart, if there is a shortcut, I am full, Itana gritted her teeth secretly.However, she did have concerns in this regard. Although she knew that Lao Deng was not a bad person, there was no guarantee that the other party would not confiscate her books directly on the grounds that she was good and children should not be exposed to such knowledge, and that would be a lot of fun.

"It's so annoying——" She lay down on the table, inserted her fingers into her hair and stirred it a few times, let out a long breath, rested for a while and regained her strength before standing up again and walking towards the bookshelf.

She couldn't believe it.

At night, she went back to the dormitory early after dinner and wrote a letter to grandma.

In the letter, she vaguely asked about the types of ancient runes in the Middle East, and then wrote about the recent campus life, including helping students regain their confidence, and serving as a messenger owl for a couple from two colleges. Love the daily life, and at the end ask if there are any book recommendations on the history of the magic world.

She found Goya in the owl shed, gave the trust to him and took it away.

On the way back, she looked at the starry sky above the night sky and gradually stopped.

Itana leaned against the wall of the castle, looked up at the starry sky, and did not move for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and a small puff of colored smoke spread out on the wall not far in front of her.

"Ahahahahaha, is a little girl missing her friends here so late? Or are you homesick?"

A piercing, high-pitched giggle sounded behind her, slightly jolting Itana back from her thoughts.

This unique voice belongs to the unique ghost in the castle, Peeves.

Itana smiled weakly, and didn't leave immediately like when she met the other party, but continued to lean there motionless, calmly looking at Peeves who was eager to try to play a prank:
"I suppose so, sir. Don't you have any family?"

(End of this chapter)