The characteristic known as the "Dementor's Kiss" can make a person feel as if they have fallen into Hell. Let alone the little wizards, many adult wizards avoid such an existence.
"What's going on? Why are Dementors at the school?"
Ian asked an upperclasswoman about it. It seems some people from the Ministry of Magic came to investigate Professor Ronnie Ehrich's cause of death, and the Dementors were brought along as assistants by those investigators.
"What kind of investigation can those stupid Dementors assist with? This is definitely just the Ministry of Magic's way of intimidating us. Cornelius Fudge loves to make everyone fear him!"
Apparently, someone in the upperclasswoman's family works at the Ministry of Magic, and she has some critical opinions of the leadership, which inevitably influence their children.
"Although they're stupid, don't you think they look really cool? I thought the school was going to give out Dementors... ah, I got my hopes up for nothing. I wanted to keep one as a pet." Ian stood staring at the Dementors in the eighth-floor corridor. The dazed-looking Dementor also felt the gaze.
Four eyes met.
The other one was floating mid-air with its hood drawn.
"Ah!"
Ian was influenced by the Dementor and… only thought the Dementor looked cooler. There wasn't any icy dread, just an overwhelming sense of awe.
Perhaps.
Dementors, like Snake Monsters, make for good pet choices!
"The Ministry of Magic is using the Dementors in the wrong place." Ian had quite the critical view of the Ministry, thinking such a stupid but cool creature should be kept as pets rather than used as guards.
This is such a waste of resources!
"??????"
The third-year upperclasswoman looked at Ian with a face full of longing.
She was completely stunned.
She originally wanted to invite the handsome younger student to lunch and then naturally establish a friendship, preparing for a potential deepening of that friendship.
However.
"Oh no, I forgot my magic wand in the classroom, what a mess."
The upperclasswoman Ian approached felt she had discovered the younger student's unusual preferences, and immediately left the staircase with an exaggerated performance, looking back with a questioning look.
She felt the need to let those who had been talking about this handsome younger student since the start-of-term feast know that some things might just be impossible in their lifetimes.
"So handsome!"
Ian wasn't aware of the upperclasswoman's thoughts. He marveled again and gave a wave to the stunned Dementor, then stepped up the stairs to the eighth-floor lounge.
"I heard someone got caught during last night's adventure."
"Yeah, a young couple from Gryffindor. Their clothes were stolen when they got caught!"
"Oh my god! They're so unlucky. I bet it was Filch who did it. I heard he steals young wizards' clothes to try and get a magical scent on himself!"
...
The Hogwarts lounge always has endless rumors, as does the Ravenclaw lounge, but Ian isn't particularly interested in rumors he can't witness firsthand.
A group of little wizards gathered around him trying to share their gossip, but yearning to continue his alchemy studies, he dismissively brushed them off, disappearing before they could finish their stories.
Watching Ian's departing figure down the dormitory hallway, a few young wizards exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat dejected. They gathered to discuss why Ian's response was so dismissive.
Finally, they all came to a unanimously agreed-upon conclusion—they must have been isolated by Ian. Hence, a discussion on how to win back the young professor's friendship naturally ensued.
"Time to get disciplined!"
Ian didn't realize he had caused a misunderstanding among the young wizards. After returning to his room, he eagerly continued his studies, with several alchemy-related books nearly devoured.
Honestly speaking.
The Wizarding World and the Muggle World have been separated for too long, so perhaps only the field of alchemy records the mutually beneficial relationship that once existed between Muggle science and magic.
"If the principle behind the Flying Broom could be used to make airplanes and cars, those working in environmental organizations would probably all lose their jobs!" Ian thought he should reference Muggle technology more in his alchemy studies.
He might lack creativity and imagination, but among the largest group living on this planet, there's certainly no shortage of genius phenomena and unmatched creativity.
Besides Muggle technology for reference.
If Ian could set up a website and use Pounds to solicit the imaginations of ordinary people, he might have the chance to rise on the sparks of many people and become an Alchemy Master in the Wizarding World.
Muggles are responsible for thinking.
He's responsible for using magic to make it happen.
How could this not be considered his wisdom as a future Alchemy Master? There are only a few Alchemy Masters in the Wizarding World, their imagination and creativity could never surpass that of an entire group.
Looking at the era of development in the Wizarding World, and then at the Muggle World, under the efforts of countless people, Muggles have researched hundreds and thousands of ways to kill people.
And wizards.
It's all curses or Avada Kedavra.
Such a waste of the natural advantage magic gives wizards in invention and creation. The fact that a range curse cruise missile hasn't been invented is something Ian believes should be blame on those stuck in the old ways.
"Just like the Living Map; it's been around for so long, but only Harry Potter gets to use it next year. This is the backward mindset of holding things back and hiding them!"