There might also be a bit of a gossipy heart that belongs to Gryffindor.
"Why do you think that?"
Ian was a bit surprised.
"Hahaha, just a guess, just a guess." Professor Flitwick laughed, a glint in his eyes betraying another emotion.
"..."
Keen observer Ian fell silent again.
He understood.
Professor Flitwick clearly suspected he might also have Ravenclaw Clan blood, perhaps based on his particular interest in the Raven School Badge.
Or perhaps it was the Sorting Hat's assessment of him?
No matter what, Ian felt a bit helpless; people's misunderstandings about him were growing by the day, seemingly pushing him towards some destiny involving the six surnames or something.
"My Patronus isn't a raven, but... my Animagus form is likely a raven." Ian cast a complicated glance at the century-old transfer student's memoir.
This was what made him anxious and worried.
"Has Minerva already started guiding you in Animagus practice?" Professor Flitwick swallowed, clearly a bit shocked by Ian's learning progress.
"Yes."
Ian nodded, not lying.
"That's an astounding pace... you might become the earliest wizard to master the Animagus form. However, it's unwise to predefine your Animagus form in your mind."
"Although my expertise in Transformation Techniques doesn't compare to Minerva's, I'm quite clear on this point. After all, I've attempted to learn this marvelous Transformation Technique myself."
Professor Flitwick earnestly advised Ian.
"Yes."
The little wizard nodded.
"Actually, I'd prefer my Animagus form to be something else, truly." He sighed deeply, whispering softly from the heart.
Professor Flitwick likely didn't hear this clearly.
He checked the time on the wall.
"It's getting late. I've talked about too many things with you today, including that transfer student because I wanted to advise you not to try utilizing your innovations to publish papers anymore."
"It would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, really. As the head of the house, I'm pleading with you to stop dabbling in this dangerous research. If you're willing, I could point out some fields you can explore." Professor Flitwick truly feared Ian would soon come up with some dangerous and frightening magical innovation again.
This worry wasn't unfounded; considering Ian hadn't even mentioned his Shadowless Storm or other improved magic, otherwise, Professor Flitwick would definitely be even more alarmed than he was now.
"Alright, Head." Ian felt a slight twinge of regret but was also glad to receive Professor Flitwick's guidance. In the end, he could still have his own Magic Spell dissertation.
"Let's choose your best Lighting Spell; it actually has a broad range of applications across various fields." Professor Flitwick picked up a blank parchment and began jotting down notes.
A moment later.
He handed Ian a draft outlining the possible research directions.
"Take it easy, don't scare me again, my little heart can't handle too much excitement..." Professor Flitwick patted his chest as if still recovering.
"The Light of the Soul research direction looks good."
He even actively recommended a project he considered safe to Ian.
Little did he know.
Destiny can sometimes be so marvelous.
"Okay, I quite like this direction too."
The little wizard looked at the ideas on the parchment with great interest.
At this moment, he also didn't realize.
The start of the unseating of the three Unforgivable Curses from the T0 position was going to begin here.
...
Upon leaving Professor Flitwick's office.
Ian turned back to glance at Professor Flitwick's office with a complicated expression.
To be honest.
Even now, his mind seemed a bit foggy—all because of that transfer student's memoir, it contained such incongruous terms like system dad.
Let alone a hundred years ago, even now it's quite jarring. You could tell this just by the fact that Professor Flitwick didn't realize the implication behind this term.
What Animagus form wizard, what sharp-tongued style, Ian truly hoped it was just an unknown predecessor of a transmigrator.
"I'm not afraid of the transmigrator senior, I'm just worried it's not the past but the future!" Ian couldn't help but think about the information mentioned in the transfer student's memoir.
The raven encountered by the transfer student was in quite a seriously injured state, and towards the end of the memoir's remaining pages, it mentioned something deeply unsettling about the complexity of the injuries. As the only wizard today who might know what system dad means, could Ian not feel a chill down his spine, ill at ease?
"Headmaster Dumbledore might know more..." Ian felt the food lost its flavor during dinner, leaving him sullen and unhappy throughout.
"What's wrong with you?"
Aurora noticed the little wizard's odd behavior.
"You're a Prophet, right?"
Ian looked into his good friend's heterochromatic eyes.
Seeing Aurora nodding in puzzled affirmation, he eagerly continued and extended his hand, suggesting Aurora quickly grasp it tightly.
"Help me see, how many enemies do I have?"
Ian thought perhaps he should preemptively avoid some risks.