The three-headed dog's body trembled suddenly, as if it was oppressed by some force. Its huge body slowly sank, and its claws scratched deep marks on the floor. Its three heads drooped down, and a low whimper came out of its throat, as if expressing its submission. Finally, it knelt completely on the ground, with its three heads pressed against the floor, as docile as an ordinary puppy.
Ivan nodded slightly, with a satisfied smile on his lips. He glanced at the three-headed dog, then looked up at Harry, Ron and Hermione who were still nervous behind him: "It's okay, it won't hurt us."
Harry held the wand tightly in his hand, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes: "Ivan...how did you do it?"
Ron's legs were still a little weak, he held the wall, his voice trembling: "This...this is incredible! That's the three-headed dog of hell!"
Hermione's eyes flashed with complex light, her brows slightly wrinkled, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just took a deep breath and whispered: "Ivan, who are you?"
Ivan shrugged, his tone relaxed: "I'm just an ordinary person, I just know some special...skills." After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the three-headed dog, stretched out his hand and gently patted its middle head. The three-headed dog let out a low whimper, and then its body gradually shrank, and finally turned into an ordinary puppy, and docilely nestled at Ivan's feet.
"From now on, you will be called San Gouzi." Ivan patted San Gouzi's head.
"Let's go." Ivan said softly, turning and walking towards the door. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and followed closely.
After returning to their respective dormitories, Harry sat on the bed with a frown on his face. Ron slumped in a chair, still with a bit of shock on his face: "Hermione, do you think Ivan just used magic?"
Hermione shook her head, with a bit of deep thought in her eyes: "Not exactly. It's more like some kind of...ancient power. I have never seen this form of power before. I wonder if Ivan can teach us." She paused and turned to look at Harry, "Harry, what do you think?"
Harry was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Ivan...there are many mysteries about him. But he saved us, there is no doubt about that." He paused, and said firmly, "We have to keep it a secret for him."
Ron nodded, with a bit of guilt in his tone: "Yes, although he is a little weird, he helped us after all."
In the next few days, Ivan's life returned to peace.
This is the life of a normal student, classroom, dormitory, library. Ivan still wandered to the forbidden book area at night to check many secrets of this world.
That day, Ivan was stirring the crucible carefully in the potion class, and Professor Snape suddenly walked to his desk and said coldly: "Mr. Aferri, please come to my office after class."
Ivan looked up at Snape with a bit of doubt in his eyes: "Okay, professor."
After class, Ivan followed Snape and walked into his office. Snape's office was filled with a strong smell of herbs, and all kinds of strange bottles and jars were hung on the wall. Snape turned around with a cold look in his eyes: "Mr. Aferri, can you explain the magic you used in the Forbidden Forest that day?"
Just as he was about to speak, Snape suddenly waved his hand and interrupted Ivan: "You don't have to explain. Dumbledore wants to see you."
Snape turned and walked out of the office, his voice low: "Follow me."
In the corridor, Snape walked silently in front, his steps were steady and powerful, and the corners of his robe brushed the ground, making a slight friction sound. The ancient portraits on the wall were watching them, as if whispering. After this period of study, Ivan also realized that Dumbledore was a wise and insightful person. He admired such an upright old man. Just like the ancestor.
At the door of Dumbledore's office, Snape stopped, turned sideways, and motioned Ivan to come in first. The door of the office was made of heavy oak, with exquisite magic patterns carved on the door, exuding an ancient atmosphere. Ivan gently pushed the door open and walked in.
Dumbledore's office was much more spacious and brighter than expected. There was a huge oak desk in front of the French window, which was piled with various books and scrolls. Dumbledore was sitting in a comfortable armchair, holding an ancient magic book in his hand. He raised his head and looked at Ivan kindly, with a meaningful smile on his lips. "Mr. Aferri, please sit down."