The next afternoon, after the last lesson,
Ivan moved out of the way of the crowd and up to the Potions Room on the eighth floor.
"Dobby!" Ivan snapped his fingers out of habit.
The next moment, the loyal house-elf appeared in front of him with a sack in her hand.
"What you asked me to buy, sir!"
"Yes, very well, go about your business." Ivan nodded.
Dobby placed the sack on the table and disappeared into the Room of Requirement.
After Dobby left, Ivan took out a bottle of Basilisk blood and a dedicated quill from the cupboard and prepared to insulate the sack with runes.
Apart from being able to be used to create magical tools, he was also able to temporarily imbue ordinary objects with certain properties.
However, magical objects are often used as carriers in the drawing of magical texts, and magical creatures' blood is a natural choice.
It just so happened that when he killed the basilisk last year, he collected a large amount of snake blood, some of which he kept and did not sell, making it convenient for him to draw runes.
The blood of a thousand-year-old basilisk contained a large amount of magic, and even if it was limited to one Dementor, it would be enough to keep the enchantment active for half a month, long enough for Harry to learn the Patronus Charm.
Drawing runes took less effort than creating a magical tool, especially for Ivan, who had reached Level 6 in Alchemy.
In just ten minutes or so, complicated patterns appeared on the surface of the sack, and the magical fluorescence began to show and die down.
Satisfied, Ivan dropped the quill, tidied up, rolled up the sack and stuffed it inside his robes, and left the Room of Requirement.
Alone in a secluded area outside Hogwarts Castle, Ivan looked around to make sure no one was around before resorting to his Bloodline Magic, Boggart Transformation!
The magic in her body surged, filling her, and the next thing Ivan knew, his body was melting and twisting, rising higher and higher, and a black mist was coming out of him.
What worried Ivan the most was the fact that his eyes were losing their light and being covered by a thick cocoon.
However, perhaps due to his poor form, he was able to retain part of his vision, although he was able to see vaguely as well as at a high level.
Fortunately, while his vision was affected, his other senses were being amplified, and he acquired a special ability to sense his surroundings without the use of his eyes…
It was as if the whole world had become a different place, full of colours…
Ivan tried to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was cold air, his brain felt cold, and all his emotions were suppressed. Fortunately, this did not affect his normal thinking.
This was the first time Ivan had experienced such a magical experience. It seemed that Dementors were more special than he had imagined.
While Ivan was adjusting to his new body, he had a feeling that something was attracting him to the castle.
However, when he pulled his cloak aside and peered inside, he could not see where his feet were. In his hazy vision, the only things inside the cloak were the enchanted sack, which was being dragged along by the black mist, and the rotting corpses hidden in the mist…
How should one move without feet? By floating?
Ivan considered this, and his body began to float, as if it weighed nothing more than a maple leaf.
After getting used to it, Yvonne began to drift toward Hogwarts Castle, the closer she got, the more strongly she felt the pull of it.
A large number of coloured, steam-like objects were floating out from all over the castle, causing Ivan's mouth to water…
On second thought, Ivan was able to guess where they came from. It was probably the students' usual mood swings… something that Dementors found most delicious.
"Stop… right… now!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice cut through the silence, startling Ivan.
Ivan looked around and saw several Dementors floating down from the sky. It seemed that these Dementors were responsible for the sudden noise.
The Dementors drifted down and swirled around Ivan, and the air grew colder…
Surrounded by Dementors, Ivan was nervous. Although he had transfigured into a Dementor with his blood magic, he was not a true Dementor, so Ivan was unsure if his disguise would be seen through.
It would be fine if he was on the ground. At most, he would transform back into his original form and use the Patronus Charm to deal with the Dementors surrounding him.
However, they were in mid-air, and it would be troublesome to get into a fight, possibly alerting the professors and Ministry of Magic.
As Ivan debated whether to run or strike first, the Dementors gathered around him began to speak.
"Don't… get too close. There's a terror down there… a wizard… very short… wearing robes and golden hair."
"And … white … unicorn … attention!"
"Terror! It's troublesome, don't… go down!"
…
The sound of rushing wind echoed in Ivan's ears, and the words came out in bursts.
Ivan was relieved to learn that the Dementors were trying to talk him out of entering the castle.
However, the more Ivan listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. Why did these Dementors seem to be talking about him?
Combined with the legendary title he had received a few days ago, Ivan was even more certain of his guess. He did not expect that the Dementors, who represented fear, would one day be afraid…
However, who was the Dementor who had slandered him for being short?
He was clearly taller than other young wizards his age…
Yvonne looked around the room with her nearly blind eyes. Each Dementor looked exactly the same, and she couldn't tell which one was the one that had attacked her.
Ivan didn't want to argue with these crazy people, so he turned around and went to find a Dementor near Hogwarts.
However, Ivan soon found out that the Dementors were not going to let him off the hook so easily. They continued to circle him, pushing and shoving him as if they were trying to get him into the sky…