This is a drink that Ian had placed in front of him early on, but he hadn't taken a sip. Clearly, the milk in front of him wasn't meant for him to drink.
"Why would you make this ghostly hot sauce for yourself!?" William, after drinking the milk mixed with magic potion, immediately felt relieved, his face, as red as a monkey's butt, visibly returning to normal.
"I wouldn't eat this thing; I made it for you." Ian, of course, knew that William would eat a lot of his hot sauce, resulting in him not having enough hot sauce during dinner tonight.
After all, he had already experienced this scene in his own timeline. Hearing the conversation between the two, Michael, who had picked up his fiery red bread again, silently put down his food.
Brother Xiao Hei conveniently took the hot sauce that William had pushed to his side, covered it, and then trotted over to Ian to return the hot sauce to him with both hands.
"You already knew I would steal your precious hot sauce; that's impressive." William looked astonished, glaring with an expression of "Ron" on his face.
"I not only knew you would eat my hot sauce, but I also knew that Gryffindor senior over there would get slapped by his girlfriend, and then her little lover would walk over and kick him in the crotch." Ian usually didn't pay much attention to gossip at Hogwarts, but he still remembered some particularly notable gossip.
Anyway, he was in a special loop, so no matter what spoilers he revealed, the people around him would ultimately not remember what he said or did.
It all seemed to be happening.
But, according to Dumbledore's theory, no trace would ultimately be left.
"I don't believe it!"
William stared stubbornly at the Gryffindor long table.
"I don't believe it either!"
Michael joined the staring contest.
Of course, his mouth hadn't stopped, and regardless of what the fork picked up from the platter, everything continued to be stuffed into his mouth relentlessly.
"This kind of cliche scene shouldn't happen, right?"
The two continued to watch the direction in which Ian pointed, as breakfast time ticked by, just when they were about to complain about being tricked by Ian again.
"Slap!"
A blonde girl angrily slapped a senior Gryffindor student, and after she left in anger, the senior Gryffindor student hadn't even withdrawn his gaze.
"Slap!"
Another girl walked up and, as Ian had said, lifted her leg, making the senior Gryffindor student's face turn beet red, and he curled up on the ground like a spineless shrimp.
Curses of calling someone a philanderer and accusations of being unfaithful floated over from afar, though Ian thought this senior was really wronged. After all, from a certain perspective, this senior could be considered quite devoted.
Blonde hair, long legs, a melon seed face.
In the coming days, this shipwrecked senior got exposed on seven or eight more boats, all perfectly fitting such three characteristics. Isn't this also another form of devotion?
"It's actually true!"
Michael and William both widened their eyes, looking incredulous.
"How did you know?"
William immediately turned back to Ian.
"My friend, isn't it obvious? The answer is simple. It's prophecy. Who would have thought, I, sleeping in the bed next to yours, am a hidden prophet among the crowd." Ian tried to do something he hadn't done before, as instructed by Albus Dumbledore.
The little wizard didn't know what Old Deng wanted to do, but pretending to be cool, standing up and leaving, with only a mysterious silhouette left for two wide-eyed roommates, felt really good.
...
Humanity's greatest enemy is time. Even in a deep loop, Ian still thought this saying was very correct, so he skipped the first class of flying class this morning and sneaked into the Room of Requirement.
Since he was now in a reseting time loop destiny instance, the house division no longer mattered. The little wizard certainly needed to make full use of his time in the right place.
"It's not that I'm disciplined enough, it's that Albus Dumbledore can't play fair. Clearly, he talks about doing things he wouldn't usually do, but he rejected my wonderful suggestion to blow up the Ministry of Magic."
While taking out several raw Resurrection Stones for further processing, Ian gently patted the shivering Dementor beside him, realizing it was understanding human speech more and more.
"Don't worry, I won't blow you up, nor will I blow up my Hogwarts." Ian felt not only the Dementor was soothed, but the atmosphere in the air of the Room of Requirement had slightly changed.
"Teacher Morgan just said I couldn't handle her weight now, not that I couldn't handle it in the future, and Pandro should also have a ring of his own."
"He might really crown me, proving my legitimacy… The glutton who ate so many of my chocolate bars and chips, surely he would give me a little sweetness back, right?" Ian diligently carved Death Magic Runes on the raw Resurrection Stones, who knows what base the little wizard wanted to establish at Hogwarts.
Time was passing by.
The little wizard was working hard.
After about an hour and a half, Ian, on schedule, paused his rune drawing work. He checked the time, arranged for the Dementor to clean a few more cauldrons, and then left the Room of Requirement.