The mornings at Hogwarts are usually very tranquil.
And for more than a thousand years, they have remained exceptionally clean, thanks to the diligent efforts of Hogwarts’ caretakers, who ensure that every corner is spick and span, ready for any inspection from the relevant departnts.
The comfort of such an environnt is undeniable. However, surprises often co out of nowhere, and today, the Ravenclaw dormitory area completely shattered this long-standing record.
Inside the dormitory where Ririm resides.
The ceiling suddenly cracked open, and imdiately, a stream of yellow liquid poured down like a waterfall, filling the entire room with a pungent odor in an instant.
Fortunately, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flal reacted quickly, retreating from the dormitory and casting magic in ti to isolate the flood-like liquid within the room.
If not for this.
The entire Ravenclaw common area, maybe even the whole of Hogwarts, would have suffered—as the sudden voice had said, a two-thousand-year accumulation is no small amount! Outside, avoiding the spraying evil water, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flal stood in the hallway, tensely observing the situation inside the room.
They only withdrew because they had a hunch sothing was wrong and instinctively used magic; however, even with all their experience, they were genuinely stunned by the scene before them.
"What’s going on?"
Nicolas Flal exclaid, eyes filled with shock.
"Uh..."
Dumbledore’s expression beca indescribable, as he stared intently inside, trying to understand what happened, with his nose twitching as his expression grew stranger.
"Oh no! That sll!?"
Nicolas Flal also began to realize what had happened.
Both found it hard to believe.
rlin actually did this?
That’s too much! So inconsiderate! So disgusting!
"Ian..."
Nicolas Flal looked into the dormitory with so sympathy.
The area outside was protected, but the whole dormitory suffered, instantly subrged, with beds and furniture teetering in the "flood." Ian himself was forced to soak in this yellow, slightly inflaming "vintage brew."
"Damn rlin!"
Ian cursed loudly.
Given such a scene, Ririm’s identity was self-evident—after all, who else but rlin would ambush him like this? The little wizard looked up following the sound of hearty laughter, only to see, above the hole in the ceiling, a child-like rlin shaking off a few drops firmly.
The "sea water" flooding the room was actually all freshly poured by him!
"No wonder it’s still warm!" Ian was genuinely impressed by rlin’s audacity; he could almost imdiately see through the trick, realizing that rlin, like Voldemort, had magically altered himself.
However.
Unlike Voldemort, who did magic transformation for power, rlin chose to create a super bladder magically, which had little effect on his abilities! To avenge the psychological shadow Ian cast on him over a thousand years ago, he stored up over a millennium’s worth of waste liquid in his body!
What terrifying determination and execution! Moreover, it showed just how deeply Ian’s past magic had imprinted on rlin’s psyche.
If not, why rember it for two thousand years and revenge now?
"With that determination, it’s no wonder you succeed at whatever you do." Ian floated in the "vintage brew," but there was not much anger on his face.
Only admiration.
"I’ve waited too long for this day," rlin began to "shut the gates," as without stopping, the vintage brew filling the dormitory would soon reach the ceiling where he stood.
This is why it’s called a psychological shadow; not wanting even a drop of his own waste water to touch him, after all—he beca a rather peculiar clean-freak after that event—it was Ian’s rain that left such a deep impression, a huge psychological shadow!
How to put it.
Perhaps only Ian could understand slightly, but not entirely, as only rlin knew the extent of effort it took to rid his body of the infections and effects caused by that rain—the little wizard’s viruses were truly ferocious.
It was no exaggeration.
Even today, when rlin recalls, he feels Ian was modest; those bizarre viruses were too sinister, making him suspect Ian had magically modified them!
If magic transformation exists for animals and humans, certainly there’s one for viruses and bacteria. Normally, no alchemist would research and modify such sinister things.
But considering the Raven! And Ian! rlin felt his judgnt was spot-on! To counter Ian, rlin knew magic against magic wouldn’t succeed.
After all, Ian, that sinister thing, has magic immunity after transformation! Because of this, today’s action was the only way rlin felt he could regain his pride.
"How does it feel? Disgusting, isn’t it?" rlin looked at the floating Ian in the "Yellow River" with unprecedented satisfaction.
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