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Chapter 202 The Secret of the Invisibility Cloak and New Magic

The moment Harry took out the invisibility cloak, Ian had already noticed the difference. The magical aura on it should not be too strong.

But when he touched the invisibility cloak, he realized that he was superficial. A large number of magic words were like tadpoles, wandering in a strange rhythm in the invisibility cloak.

He knew that this was not the time for research, so he first suppressed the fire in his heart.Then he looked at Harry, thought about it for a while, and said:

"You can try to get along well with Snape first. After all, Occlumency is very important. And Professor Snape's Occlumency is the most powerful of all people I have ever seen."

Seeing Harry's hesitant expression, Ian knew exactly what the other person was thinking, and then said: "Yes, Professor Dumbledore is more powerful. But Mr. Principal, there are more important things here. You can't count on your chief surgeon. Before the operation, the doctor also gives you pre-operative injections like a nurse, right?"

"Hahaha, Ian, you're right." Harry smiled. "I will study hard, and I will also participate in this year's Quidditch match."

Ian's comfort in the Muggle way successfully narrowed the distance between them.

Seeing Harry's expression, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.In this idealistic energy world, inner thoughts and will to survive are particularly important.

"I suggest you take a short lunch break now. Having plenty of energy is a prerequisite for efficient learning."

Seeing that Harry went to bed obediently, Ian was relieved. At the same time, he used his wand to turn a chair into a harp, playing soothing music at the frequency of delta waves. Soon he heard Harry's voice. There was rhythmic breathing from the side.

"I hope you can survive this last hurdle..." Ian sighed as he looked at the sleeping Harry.

He knew very well that this was Harry's last hurdle. Everyone would be happy if he got through it. The future events would have nothing to do with Harry. The protagonist's fate would be transferred to Dumbledore.

And Harry can peacefully be an ordinary student and enjoy his campus life.After all, after the remnant soul was separated, he had no connection with Voldemort, and the similarly promoted Voldemort was not something Harry could participate in.

……

Time was passing, and a continuous drizzle began to fall in the sky at some point, making the already quiet dormitory even colder. Hogwarts in November has entered the coldest stage in a strict sense.

Ian lit the fireplace in the bedroom. The sound of the bonfire burning, the sound of the harp playing, and the sound of raindrops in the sky made his mind wander back to the past...

Snape's Potions class ended at 4pm, so he didn't wake Harry up and let the kid get a good night's sleep.

Picking up the invisibility cloak next to him, he felt the running runes and magical rhythms inside. He wasn't sure if Dumbledore had also seen the secret of this invisibility cloak.

If the old headmaster really saw clearly the secrets hidden in it, and could take it out to Harry so openly, he would really have to say 'honest and upright'. Just the dense magic text inside is a palace of knowledge. A treasure, and a unique inheritance.

"Ha! How could it not be discovered..." Ian was also amused by his own thoughts. He could see things clearly, how could Dumbledore not be able to see them clearly?

After abandoning his naive thoughts, he was now concentrating on feeling the rhythm of the magic text.

Yes, flowing rhythm.

He didn't care about the various magic texts, or he didn't care for the time being.What he wants is 'rhythm'. Everything in the world has a rhythm, the rise of the wind, the trajectory of the clouds, the beating of the waves, the breathing of the earth, the changes in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the endless flow of the sun, moon and stars.

<divclass="contentadv">All of this is bound to one thing, that is - rhythm.

Only by finding the rhythm and stepping on the rhythmic drumbeat can it completely open its door, otherwise it will be just scratching the surface.

At this moment, only the wonderful rhythm was left in Ian's spiritual world, and he seemed to have transformed into one of the magic words at this moment, just like a school of sturgeons migrating in autumn, following countless similar people in front of them.

Ian felt like he had entered a strange state at this moment, like a swallow returning to its nest, or a wanderer returning home. In short, he was very comfortable and relaxed.If you look at it from a third perspective, you can find that among the huge group of magic words, there is a new magic text that flickers on and off.

But Ian couldn't see all this. At this time, his body was surrounded by light blue magic power, like a nebula composed of spiral stars, rotating in a counterclockwise direction.

After a long time, after the entire group of magic words wandered around according to the rhythm and returned to the starting point, he also withdrew from that comfortable state.

"It's interesting..." Ian looked at the magic nebula surrounding him, which seemed to be flowing according to the rhythm of the invisibility cloak just now.

With just a thought, these magical powers can break away from their limitations and form into any shape.He could feel that this seemed to be a new kind of magic, controlling these magic nebulae, surrounding him again, and then Ian's feet floated in an anti-gravity state.

There is some excitement in my heart. This excitement does not come from the development of new magic, but from the longing for the sky in human primitive genes-free flight.

Instead of flying with the help of a broomstick, he relies purely on his own ability to soar in the sky.

Thinking of this, Ian walked to the tower window and jumped.

The magic nebula around him seemed to have broken free from its invisible restraints, and its entire volume expanded several times in an instant, forming a small starry sky about 10 meters in diameter, tightly wrapping him in the middle.

The bright blue magic mixed with the raindrops in the sky swirled around him in a mysterious rhythm.At this moment, Ian was like an eternal god in the starry sky, walking over Hogwarts Castle.

Although it was school time, this scene was still seen by many people in the castle. Even many young wizards who were in class poked their heads out of the window one after another.

Ian seemed to have never seen this. He didn't care about being seen, because some things would be known to others sooner or later, and they couldn't be hidden at all.Especially the current situation made him slightly worried.

Voldemort's promotion is not scary, what is scary is a sane and forbearing Voldemort.

But he also has his own plans, and being rational means being able to communicate.In this world, to put it bluntly, the only person he cares about is Hermione, and other than that, everyone else can only be ranked on the second rung.

And there is no blood feud between him and Voldemort, so everyone can sit down and talk about it.Especially in his current state, Voldemort should have his own pursuits instead of the killing and madness he once had.

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