The kitchen tools she held in her hand actually all got projected together.
"Not an evil wizard, but worse than an evil wizard, this guy is a squatter of the Misty Illusion Realm, and now it's tarnishing my 'credit history' there!"
Ian was speaking about terms Ariana found hard to understand.
However.
The girl was already accustomed.
"You're talking about reputation, right?"
She tried hard to grasp Ian's meaning, but still felt a little puzzled. After all, Ariana had never dealt with any magic, neither before death nor after.
She hadn't even attended a Muggle school, so naturally she found Ian's metaphors hard to comprehend.
"Pretty much, that's what I mean, because this guy sticks to me like glue, now I'm temporarily barred from entering the Misty Illusion Realm."
"I want to ask you to help me inquire Teacher Morgan to see if she can look into what this is about." Saying so, Ian stuffed a small note in Ariana's hand.
On it was a facsimile of the contract established between Ian and the black-robed skeleton.
"It'd be best if you could also help me analyze what exactly this contract is." Ian felt he should not only refer to Nicolas Flamel's advice but also consider his teacher's views.
"Alright."
Ariana nodded in agreement, blinking.
"I'm counting on you."
Ian then stuffed a big box of chocolate and candies into the girl's hand. He had tried similar things before, using the Patronus, he could achieve object transfer between the Misty Illusion Realm and reality.
Of course.
This kind of delivery wasn't without a cost; it would significantly affect the active power of magic within a short period, so Ian could only use this method to transfer items without any magical effects.
"No problem, I happen to be delivering some fruits to Miss Morgan, now I can share some delicious candies with her too." Ariana was delighted after receiving the "reward."
She waved at Ian with a smile and then burrowed into Ian's magic wand—seeing Ariana could still smoothly bring things back to the Misty Illusion Realm, Ian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed he wasn't implicated too deeply by the black-robed skeleton.
Such an ability to still transfer items clearly showed Ian wasn't on the so-called blacklist; the real culprit pinned on that blacklist was likely only the black-robed skeleton. The little wizard was affected by the Misty Illusion Realm's rejection of the black-robed skeleton.
"You're really something, you sly old beast!" Ian originally wanted to raise his hand and flick the black-robed skeleton's forehead, but the black-robed skeleton sneakily dodged far out of range.
It was truly far away.
Under Ian's stunned gaze, it pried open the Dementor's mouth and directly burrowed inside, leaving only its head stuck in the Dementor's mouth, staring straight outside.
Actually staring straight at Ian.
As if Ian approached.
It would immediately dive deeper into the Dementor's mouth. The Dementor, terrified beyond measure, tried to claw at its mouth yet couldn't push the black-robed skeleton entirely inside.
The Dementor frantically scuttled around in panic.
"A Border Collie, a Husky." Ian felt the familiar scenario of dog ownership, he slapped his forehead and returned to the soft big bed.
This bed was indeed comfortable to sleep on, its frame crafted from premium hardwood with smooth, elegant lines, solid yet exuding a natural vibe; the mattress designed in multiple layers, with a bottom layer of high-density spring system, providing perfect support that allows any sleeping position to experience balanced support.
Under normal circumstances.
Ian could almost sleep like a log on this bed, but now he was in a sour mood, tossing and turning for quite a bit but still couldn't sleep.
"Try again~"
Ian, not giving up, pulled out a bottle of Life and Death Potion.
Gulped down two sips.
Next, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed on the bed. However, despite Ian's fierce approach, he still couldn't charge into the Misty Illusion Realm.
Still just a dream.
But now without Witch Morgan brandishing a whip.
Instead, it grew even more absurd.
"Master, once you wake up, we need to continue on our journey." Aurora, with a pointy face and furry cheeks, carrying a stick, appeared as a dainty mother monkey.
"Wukong?"
Ian truly couldn't fathom why he constantly had these bizarre dreams; this time he drank Life and Death Potion, and departing from this absurd dreamscape prematurely seemed impossible.
The little wizard could only clutch his cassock and stand up.
"Yes, Master, without continuing to beg for food, I'm almost starving." His good roommate Michael had turned into Zhu Bajie, his Spanish black pig appearance strikingly showed a bloom of both Western and Eastern styles.
"Let me clean up the trash."
Sand Monk-esque William began discussing garbage sorting deep in the mountain forest, Ian then looked towards his White Dragon Horse, surprise, no horse—only dragon.
It was the pure-blooded giant dragon kept by Teacher Morgan outside the castle.
"We're not on a pilgrimage today! Today we hunt the White Bone Spirit!" Ian, who had practiced the dream control-related techniques professionally, thus spawned a hated, teeth-gritting black-robed skeleton not far away.