Succubus System At Hogwarts

Listening to Firenze's words, everyone's expressions grew particularly solemn.

Harry, his voice anxious, asked, "Who would be that crazy?"

Firenze turned his attention to Harry then, his gaze lingering on the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. He seemed momentarily stunned before speaking.

"Harry Potter, can't you guess?" Firenze said. "Who would choose to live like this?"

"Firenze, the one who attacked the unicorn… it was also the person who murdered our parents, wasn't it?" Ian asked in a low voice, his eyes locked onto Firenze.

Harry instinctively touched his scar. "You mean… the one who killed the unicorn and drank its blood to stay alive was Voldemort?"

Firenze remained silent—neither confirming nor denying it.

"I-Impossible!" Draco said, his face pale. "Didn't everyone say he was dead?! How could he… how could he still be—"

"Some say he's dead, but I think that's pure nonsense," Firenze said, looking at Draco with a knowing expression. "I'm afraid there's very little left of him that is truly human. That's why he can't die."

"Voldemort is at the end of his rope now," Firenze continued. "He has no choice but to fight for survival at any cost."

Ian slowly walked toward the fallen unicorn, his voice steady. "Killing such a pure creature… Voldemort must be living a life worse than death by now."

Harry hesitated, frowning. "Then someone must be trying to steal…"

"Good luck to you," Firenze cut him off, his eyes drifting upward to the night sky.

"For a long time, the star of destiny has been misread," Firenze murmured. "Even centaurs are not immune to mistakes. I hope… this is one of them."

He gazed at the stars, his voice grave. "Mars tonight is—Wait! What are you doing?!"

Firenze abruptly stopped mid-sentence as he turned to see Ian, wand raised, pointing directly at the unicorn.

Ian ignored the commotion, having already confirmed through the system that the unicorn had only a single breath left. Without hesitation, he began his great mission—resurrecting the unicorn.

"Servo mori! redeo ad vitam! "

Ian chanted in a low voice, and a soft white light glowed at the tip of his wand before sinking into the unicorn's body.

"What's he doing?" Hagrid asked, bewildered.

Harry and the others stared at Ian in amazement. This was the first time they had seen him use such cool-looking magic.

"Is that… ancient magic? He's trying to revive the unicorn?" Ronan exclaimed in shock. "Is he out of his mind?! There is a resurrection spell in ancient magic, but it's only a legend! No one has ever successfully learned it—let alone used it!"

Besides, ancient magic wasn't something just anyone could use, especially not at his age. It was extremely obscure and complex magic!

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Ian's resurrection spell neared completion.

"Expergiscimini! Purus Spiritus! Oh Pure spirit, wake up!"

The soft white light enveloped the unicorn, and the gruesome wounds left by Voldemort's attack began healing at a visible speed.

The unicorn, which had been on the verge of death, slowly stood up under the shocked stares of everyone.

Although still a little weak, it was undeniably alive.

"It… it really came back to life?!" Hagrid was completely stunned.

Hermione and the others looked at Ian in absolute shock.

They had always known Ian was strong, but they never expected him to be this strong.

Even the legendary resurrection spell?!

The unicorn, as if sensing its savior, lowered its head and gently rubbed against Ian, showing its gratitude.

That night, Ian fought Voldemort, resurrected a unicorn, and completely drained his magic reserves.

Before he could even attempt to touch the unicorn—a creature that only pure-hearted girls could approach—his vision blurred, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Out of magic, out cold… so damn cool... aren't I?

Thud!

"Ian!" Hermione and the others shouted in panic.

"He's fine," Hagrid reassured them after checking Ian over. "Just passed out from magic exhaustion." He let out a relieved sigh. "Let's get out of here first."

Ronan watched as Hagrid carried Ian away, then turned to Firenze. "He… he's that strong?"

Firenze's gaze remained fixed on the direction Ian had been taken, his expression unreadable.

"The trajectory of the destiny star led us to him," Firenze murmured, "but… I can't see through him."

"Even you can't?" Ronan asked in shock.

"Yes," Firenze admitted. "His fate is like a flower in the fog—obscured, uncertain."

With one last glance at the sky, Firenze turned away. "Come, we should return."

Above them, Mars burned especially bright, foreshadowing the coming storm.

If Ian had been awake at that moment, he would have definitely complained: "Fucking centaurs… always speaking in riddles. Just say what you mean!"

But unfortunately, Ian remained unconscious.

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

Blinking, Ian opened his eyes—only to see Hermione and the others gathered around his bed, watching over him.

"You… why are you all here?" he mumbled groggily.

"And why are you all looking like that?" Ian rubbed his temples and sat up.

"Ian, you scared me," Hermione said, her eyes red from worry. "How could you use such dangerous magic?"

Cassandra, though still maintaining her noble and aloof demeanor, couldn't hide the redness in her eyes, betraying her true emotions.

"You should have been sorted into Gryffindor! Slytherin doesn't have crazy people like you who throw their lives away!"

Harry, feeling guilty as an older brother, clenched his fists. "It's all my fault. If I were stronger…"

"Stop, stop," Ian interrupted, looking at the group full of self-blame. He sighed and smiled helplessly. "I'm fine, aren't I? And besides, I am very strong."

"By the way, where's the unicorn? How is it?"

"It's fine. Hagrid took it to his hut," Hermione said, pouring Ian a glass of water. "Hagrid said it just needs a few days of rest, and it'll recover completely."

"Don't do something so reckless next time," she added firmly.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Ian replied helplessly.

He had only dared to take that risk because he had already calculated the consequences.

Besides, this was the perfect opportunity to paint himself as a hero in front of Dumbledore.

After all, a little wizard who exhausted his himself trying to save a unicorn couldn't possibly be a bad guy, right?

As Ian chatted with Hermione and the others, there was a sudden knock on the ward's door.

"Come in," Ian called out.

The door opened, revealing Dumbledore and Snape.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape," the group greeted in unison.

Dumbledore smiled kindly and gave them a small nod, while Snape entered with a deep scowl, looking as though someone owed him 500 Galleons.

"Ian, you're awake," Dumbledore said with a warm smile as he approached Ian's bed. "I heard you did something quite remarkable last night."

"Professor Dumbledore, I only did what I should have done," Ian replied with a polite smile. "You're too kind."

"No, saving a unicorn is no small feat," Dumbledore said, shaking his head. "If not for you, that poor unicorn might not have survived."

"Ha! If Mr. Potter could be less of a hero, he wouldn't end up in the hospital wing every other day," Snape sneered, cutting into Dumbledore's words.

Ian sighed and shrugged helplessly. "Professor Snape, believe me, I don't want to be here either."

"You'd better not," Snape said coldly before tossing a small bottle of potion toward Ian.

"Thank you, Professor Snape," Ian said, catching the bottle and sniffing it. He immediately recognized it as a potion for restoring magic power— and not just any potion, but one without side effects.

Heh, the old bat says one thing but thinks another. 

"Severus, let's not frighten our dear Ian," Dumbledore said with a light chuckle before turning to the others. "Children, I need to speak with Ian alone for a moment. Could you step outside, please?"

Hermione and the others nodded and left obediently, even making sure to close the door behind them.

Now, only Dumbledore and Ian remained in the hospital wing.

"Ian, the reason I came here today is because I have a question for you," Dumbledore said.

Ian's heart stirred. He had already guessed what Dumbledore wanted to ask.

But his expression remained calm. "Professor Dumbledore, please ask."

"Where did you learn the resurrection spell you used last night?" Dumbledore's gaze sharpened. "You do realize it is ancient magic—one that exists only in legends."

Sure enough, the old bee came straight to the point.

"Professor Dumbledore, you know, Harry and I went back to the old Potter house a few days ago," Ian said, having already prepared. "In the basement of the old Potter house, I found some ancient magic books and scrolls. The resurrection spell was something I learned from those scrolls."

As he spoke, he pulled out a very old-looking parchment scroll from his pocket.

This parchment scroll had been provided by the system—ensuring that even Dumbledore wouldn't be able to see through the deception.

"Because I am the Head of the Potter family, these ancient magics aren't meant to be passed down to Harry," Ian continued, sighing. "I know this spell is dangerous, but when I saw the unicorn dying, I thought I'd give it a try. I never expected it to actually work."

Dumbledore took the parchment and carefully examined the obscure ancient magical script written on it, his brows furrowing.

"I've taught myself some Ancient Runes, so I can read most of what's written on it," Ian added, pointing to the inscriptions.

"Ian, this resurrection spell cannot be used lightly," Dumbledore finally spoke after a long silence. "You succeeded last night, but luck played a significant role."

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore," Ian replied obediently. "I'll be careful with it in the future."

"No, Ian, my boy.." Dumbledore shook his head. "You must not use it again. This spell delves into the mysteries of life and death—something beyond your current mastery."

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore," Ian responded, still maintaining his obedient demeanor.

But inwardly, he didn't care in the slightest.

Products from the system are always top-tier!

"It's good that you understand," Dumbledore said before returning the parchment scroll to Ian. "Keep this safe, and don't take it out unnecessarily."

Ian nodded solemnly and carefully tucked the scroll away.

"Rest well. I won't disturb you any longer," Dumbledore said, rising from his chair before leaving the hospital wing.

Looking at Dumbledore's back, Ian's eyes flashed with a cunning.

Hah! Trying to trick me? Not a chance!

Once the old man was gone, Ian didn't stay in the hospital wing for long either.

He downed the potion Snape had given him and wasted no time heading back to the castle.

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