Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 160 Squib Ian's Revenge Plan (First update, please subscribe)

In the morning, Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Pub.

Squib Ian Norton is a waiter at the Hog's Head.

Generally speaking, many necromancers are unwilling to do this kind of work of serving people.

Mostly by squibs serving numerous necromancers.

And the Squib who is obsessed with magic, in order to be able to get in touch with magic further, has no objection to this.

At this moment, Squib Ian skillfully picked up two glasses of butterbeer and walked quickly and steadily towards a wooden table.

boom!

"Gentlemen, butterbeer is here."

With the sound of the beer colliding slightly against the wooden table, Ian shouted.

"Ian, get me a Firewhiskey."

Not far away, a necromancer shouted skillfully.

"Okay, wait a minute." Ian replied, returned to the bar, and said to the boss, Aberforth Dumbledore, "Boss, a glass of Flame Whiskey."

Ian is very grateful to his boss, he was born into a good necromancer family before.

Both parents are necromancers and he is just a squib.

When he found out that he was a Squib, he was very depressed and despaired for a while.

I come to the Pig's Head Bar every day to drink away my worries, and I also met the owner here.

Although the boss expressed sympathy for his situation, the money that should be collected is still not less.

And he doesn't care, he just wants to use alcohol to make himself forget that he is a Squib.

And later.

Parents died.

He was the only one in the whole family, and without financial resources, he almost starved to death.

If the boss hadn't taken him in and let him work as a waiter in the bar, he would have been living on the street and regarded as a beggar.

The death of his parents revived him, and he cherished the job his boss gave him very much.

Have worked here for several years.

but

He's getting ready to leave here.

Ian thought a little apologetically, feeling that doing so made him feel a little sorry for his boss Aberforth's care over the past few years.

The reason for leaving was that he had always suspected that the death of his parents was not an accident, but a murder.

And he found some traces, although not many, but the desire for revenge has been ignited, and he can't bear it anymore.

Although one's own enemy is likely to be a necromancer.

However, as he is somewhat familiar with the Muggle world, he naturally knows that some Muggle items will increase his chances of killing necromancers.

To this end, he has already made a careful plan.

Just wait to figure out who the enemy is, then.

If you risk your life, you have to kill the other party and avenge your family.

In short, he lives alone in this world, without friends or relatives.

Even if he died, no one would remember him.

No, maybe the boss still has some impressions of him.

Ian laughed to himself.

"Ian, Firewhiskey is ready."

Aberforth Dumbledore, owner of the Pig's Head Bar, handed over the glass and said softly.

Inside the wine glass is a blue liquid with a bright flame burning on it, which is the flame whiskey.

After recovering from his senses, Ian immediately came over, turned around when he was greeted, and walked towards the guest's seat with the flaming whiskey in his hand.

"Ms. Hellen, the Flame Whiskey is here." Ian put the wine glass on the table and said to the familiar witch in front of him.

Amber Hearon picked up the Flame Whiskey and teased the handsome guy in front of him, "Ian, I love the Flame Whiskey the most."

Saying that, Helen took a sip, "You should hiss." Helen took a breath, and sprayed a heat wave from his mouth.

Then he continued: "Taste the burst of flame whiskey in your mouth, I guarantee you will like it very much."

Ian: "."

Then, he changed the subject directly and said, "Okay, Ms. Hellen, do you want to have some other food with it?"

“We have steak here”

"No need." Hellen shook his head and interrupted, "Just give me another glass of Flame Whiskey."

"I like the smell."

"Yes, Ms. Hellen." Ian said kindly.

After a while, Ian took another glass of Flame Whiskey and placed it in front of Hellen.

Turned around and was about to leave.

Sudden

"Ian, do you want to be a necromancer?"

In an instant, Hellen's words drew Ian's attention back.

Looking at Ian who turned around, Helen smiled and said, "Ian, did you not read today's Daily Prophet?"

"That's what you're talking about." Ian replied with some helplessness: "I've read all the newspapers these days. Some say that Professor Lockhart can make a squib a necromancer, and another say it's a hoax."

"I don't even know if I should believe it or not."

"No, no, no." Hellen shook his head with a smile and said, "Today's Daily Prophet is different."

"From what you said just now, I know you haven't read it."

With that said, Hellen took out a copy of the Daily Prophet and opened it to Ian so that he could see the most striking headlines.

"Shocking News - Squibs Work Their Magic"

Shaking the newspaper, Hellen said triumphantly, "Professor Lockhart announced in the newspaper that there is already a successful case."

"Will be shown at Hogwarts tomorrow morning, all necromancers and squibs are welcome to Hogwarts to watch."

"If it's true, Ian, you really might be a necromancer in the future."

Having said that, Hellen looked at Ian's handsome face, with a different color in his eyes.

At this moment, Ian did not hear what Hellen said behind him at all.

His eyes only focused on the newspaper.

If it is really possible to make him a necromancer.

Then his revenge plan will be smoother, and moreover, he will be able to satisfy his regrets in this life.

Thinking of this, Ian's eyes burned hotly.

Is it desire, revenge or something else.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Thank you, Headmaster, for allowing me to borrow the venue of Hogwarts to announce this shocking news to the entire necromancer world."

Lockhart looked at Dumbledore gratefully.

After Dumbledore heard it, he stroked his snow-white beard with a smile, and said with a look of reminiscence.

"Lockhart, not long ago, I remembered you mentioned a sentence, I like it very much."

"I remember, that sentence is."

"I used to be proud of Hogwarts, and I hope that Hogwarts will be proud of me in the future."

"Looks like now, tomorrow, you will be able to do this, let the Squib successfully cast its magic and become a necromancer. This is a problem that has existed in the world of necromancers for thousands of years."

"Your contribution is enough for you to be recorded in the history of magic. At the same time, Hogwarts will be proud to train students like you."

Having said that, Dumbledore changed the subject and said meaningfully.

"I hope that this matter can continue, and Hogwarts in the future can still be proud of you."

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