"..."
Professor Flitwick was silent.
He felt he had found solid evidence; the Lighting Spell that this little wizard demonstrated in class was undeniably the exact reproduction of the Unforgivable Curse's light. Look at the name… Avada Lightning Chain… It's like Ravenclaw College already has its own Black Demon King.
In his mind, he kept correcting his thoughts, repeatedly convincing himself that Hogwarts would never choose a Dark Wizard as headmaster, which allowed Professor Flitwick to continue looking at Ian with a calm mind.
"Suppose you've read some legendary stories about the transfer student that I haven't, and this transfer student indeed mastered such skills, at least that's how it's described in the biographical stories about him." Professor Flitwick said as he walked to his bookshelf, took out a few sheets of paper from the bottom.
"It's just a biography, can't be taken seriously, right?" Ian wasn't trying to claim the title of some inventor; he just felt that such a historical account was somewhat absurd and ridiculous.
"At first, I thought the same as you, but as I pestered Albus like you pestering me, Albus finally let slip a few things during a conversation."
"That's why it made me feel that these forgotten things might be more complex than presumed." Professor Flitwick glanced back at Ian, as if hesitating whether to discuss such secrets with a first-year little wizard.
"And it's related to Headmaster Dumbledore?"
Ian was somewhat astonished.
Professor Flitwick nodded, "The year Albus entered school was the year this transfer student graduated, so I believe he is the one who knows best whether the transfer student existed or not."
No doubt about it.
Professor Flitwick seemed to have genuinely studied the stories in "Doubtful Legend: The Mystery of the Transfer Student."
"What did Headmaster Dumbledore let slip?"
Ian's curiosity was increasingly piqued.
"He received a handwritten note from the transfer student, a Hufflepuff's note, though I haven't seen its contents; our headmaster always has many secrets."
This Ravenclaw head couldn't resist lightly expressing a sentiment in front of a student.
"Uh…"
Ian realized he might have already come across the contents of that note, which mentioned dealings concerning the four giants and the Lord of the Dead, understanding why Albus Dumbledore hadn't revealed it.
After all, the contents were genuinely rather shocking.
"Of course, Albus's slip, I felt might have been intentional, eventually leading me to this." Professor Flitwick waved the paper in his hand.
"Could I know what's recorded on it?"
Ian was full of curiosity.
"The Mystery of the transfer student's power."
Professor Flitwick returned to the front of the desk.
"Concerned with who taught him that kind of skill?" Ian recalled Professor Flitwick mentioning that the transfer student's talents came from a mysterious wizard.
"Indeed, he referred to him as a system teacher, and the reason that attracted me to unmask the truth is because some information indicated his teacher had connections to Lady Ravenclaw."
Professor Flitwick quietly finished speaking.
Ian's eyes widened.
"Lady Ravenclaw? His teacher is Lady Ravenclaw?"
Facing this reply.
Professor Flitwick remained silent, raising his hand to place the paper before Ian. These sheets appeared to record pages torn from some memoir.
[Still remember the year before transferring.]
[I discovered it in the wild, it was a speaking bird, looking rather severely injured. I fed it some magic potion I carried with me.]
[It praised the quality of my potion, noting there wasn't much water mixed in, then told me it could teach me magic, making me a wizard akin to Merlin.]
[I of course wouldn't believe a bird's nonsensical talk, during the time I brought it back for treatment, I researched some material, finding this bird seemed more likely an Animagus wizard state.]
[I asked it, and it swore it wouldn't admit this, and once more mentioned teaching me skills if I would call it System Daddy.]
[It also told me it never owes anyone favors in its life, only lets others owe it, so it can kill people with a clear conscience.]
[What philosophical words, pondering them now truly sends chills down the spine.]
[Perhaps because during that time, I faced great bottlenecks in magical learning, or maybe my sixth sense was especially strong, I was inexplicably inclined to believe it. After all, wizards who master Animagus are extremely powerful.]
[Facts proved my foreboding wasn't wrong.]
[This eccentric teacher was indeed incredibly formidable, teaching me a lot of terrifying knowledge, steering my fate towards a direction I dared not imagine.]
[Yet, its injuries seemed rather complex, I needed to help it...]
...
The notes of the memoir were very scribbled, with missing sections.
Lo and behold.
On what seemed like page remnants of the memoir, besides the scribbled notes, a pattern was clearly engraved, with clarity akin to a photo captures printed elsewhere.
Vividly lifelike, even turning its head.
That was,
Raven.