Succubus System At Hogwarts

Watching the old bee's back gradually fade into the distance, Ian turned to Harry. "Harry, how are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Harry replied, waving his hand. "It's just that the feeling of Apparating is too uncomfortable."

Ian nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's awful."

If he didn't have to maintain his dignity, he would have definitely leaned against the wall and retched like Harry.

"Let's go back to the dormitory first," Ian suggested, taking a deep breath of the familiar castle air. "Later, we'll go to the restricted section to look for clues about Nicolas Flamel."

Harry nodded, and the two brothers made their way toward the castle.

When Ian and Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, they found Ron lounging by himself.

"You two are finally back. I was so bored!" Ron's eyes lit up when he saw them. "How was it? Everything all right?"

"Of course it went well," Harry said with a nod. "Professor Dumbledore took us to the old Potter house in Godric's Hollow."

"Wow, your house must be huge, Harry," Ron said eagerly. "I'd love to see it with my own eyes."

"It's very big," Harry confirmed. "A large manor, with house elves and everything."

He then added teasingly, "But Ian's the head of the family now. If you want to visit, you'll need permission from our Head of the Potter Family."

Ron immediately turned to Ian with an exaggerated expression and mock politeness. "Head of the Potter Family, Master Potter~, may I have the honor of visiting your grand estate?"

Ian's face darkened. "If you call me that again, forget about visiting."

"No, no, no! I won't call you that anymore," Ronald quickly backtracked, pleading for mercy. "Ian, can I go to the old Potter house to play?"

"Yes, but you have to wait until the holiday." Ian agreed readily.

"Great!" Ron jumped up excitedly. "I've never been to a manor before!"

"Okay, calm down," Ian said, waving his hand. "Harry and I still have to go to the restricted section. I'll tell you all about it when we get back."

"Okay, but you guys be careful," Ron said with a nod. "Don't get caught by Filch."

"Don't worry, it won't happen," Harry whispered. "We've got the invisibility cloak after all. We'll be fine."

The two chatted with Ron in the common room for a while. As soon as curfew began, Ian took Harry to the library.

Their mission was to search the restricted section for clues about Nicolas Flamel. Although Ian already knew Nicolas Flamel was the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, he had to keep up the pretense in front of Harry.

The restricted section of the library was pitch black, the silence broken only by the faint creak of old wood and their quiet footsteps. Under the cover of the invisibility cloak, the two moved stealthily through the darkened shelves.

"Ian, why didn't we bring an oil lamp?" Harry whispered. "It's so dark—how are we supposed to see anything?"

Ian's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but snap back. "Harry! What's that wand in your hand for? Can't you cast Lumos? Has your brain been stepped on by a troll?"

Without waiting for an answer, Ian raised his wand and murmured, "Lumos."

A soft glow lit the tip of Ian's wand, casting light on the nearby shelves.

"Sorry, Ian, I forgot, hahah..ha.." Harry said sheepishly. He quickly raised his wand. "Lumos."

With the combined light of their wands, the restricted section now felt less ominous, though the towering bookshelves still loomed like silent sentinels.

The two began their search, scanning the shelves for anything that might mention Nicolas Flamel.

"A Guide to Werewolves... Famous Fire-Eaters... Demons of the Fifteenth Century... The Thirteen Clans of Vampires."

Harry read aloud, running his finger along the spines of the books. "Flamel, Flamel... where's the book about Nicolas Flamel? Did you find anything?"

Ian was also scanning the shelves, but he didn't answer Harry's question. His attention had been caught by a different book: A Guide to the Use of Dark Magic.

"This book..." Ian muttered to himself, reaching out to take the book off the shelf.

Before he could examine it, a terrifying, unearthly roar erupted from Harry's direction, breaking the silence of the restricted section.

A moment later, the sharp, accusatory voice of Filch, the caretaker, rang out: "Who's there?"

"Shit!" Startled, Harry panicked and hastily threw the book he was holding onto the floor. The noise echoed through the library, and he scrambled to pull the invisibility cloak tighter around himself and Ian.

"Shh!"

Ian quickly grabbed Harry's arm, putting a finger to his lips to signal for silence.

For added safety, he muttered the Disillusionment Charm over both of them, blending them into their surroundings.

Filch approached cautiously, his oil lamp casting flickering shadows on the walls. The light illuminated his suspicious eyes, darting around as he scanned the darkened area.

"Come out! I know you're here!" Filch barked, stepping closer to where the sound had come from.

His gaze lingered momentarily on the spot where Ian and Harry had just been standing, then moved deeper into the restricted section. To his frustration, he found no intruders—only a screaming book on the ground, its unnatural cries echoing in the quiet library.

Under the safety of the invisibility cloak, Ian and Harry moved as silently as possible, tiptoeing their way toward the exit. They avoided the creaking floorboards and held their breath until they were clear of Filch's line of sight.

As they rounded a corner outside the library, they heard a familiar, stuttering voice.

"...P-Professor Snape, I-I don't understand why you're h-here..."

Ian and Harry froze. Quirrell's voice was unmistakable, but the cold tone that followed sent shivers down their spines.

"Don't treat me as your enemy, Quirrell," Snape said, his voice dripping with menace. "You know very well why I'm here."

"I-I don't know what you m-mean," Quirrell stammered, his voice rising in nervousness.

"You know exactly what I mean," Snape snapped. His voice was sharp, but then it faltered, and he suddenly turned his head, as if sensing something behind him.

Harry was so nervous that he couldn't breathe. Ian could only take Harry and take small steps back, cursing in his heart.

Snape must have a surveillance camera installed in his head! The invisibility cloak plus the Disillusionment Charm, and he can still detect us! It's too much!

The two of them moved back carefully. Snape had already let go of Quirrell.

He reached out in the direction of Ian and Harry but didn't catch anything, though he still looked suspicious.

"We'll talk about it another day, Quirrell," Snape said, staring at Quirrell sinisterly. "You better figure out where your loyalties lie."

Ian heard this and subconsciously looked at Harry's face.

Sure enough, Harry's expression betrayed the excitement of someone uncovering a villain's secret.

But Ian couldn't blame him—Snape's cryptic words were practically inviting suspicion.

Ian was still internally complaining when Filch hurried over from the restricted book area.

"Good evening, Professors! Look at this! I just found it."

Filch eagerly held up the screaming book, his small eyes glinting with triumph. "There must be a little wizard sneaking around after hours!"

Snape stared at the book in Filch's hand with a dark expression, and the three of them immediately split up to investigate.

Ian and Harry took advantage of the distraction, opening the door behind them and slipping inside to hide.

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