The night was deep.
The little wizards at Hogwarts had had a day of learning and were all in comfortable dreamland, some searching for their ideals in dreams, others simply having a playful dream.
Ian was different.
He had traveled through the Misty Illusion Realm again, managing to utilize others' sleep time to outpace his classmates, not only expanding his knowledge but gaining other rewards as well.
In the Room of Requirement's crucible.
A violet magic potion bubbled fervently.
"Back!"
Ian slowly opened his eyes, and the familiar Room of Requirement came into his view.
The room was filled with a complex and unique aroma, the lingering scent of magic potions he had previously brewed, mixed with the distinct flavor of mandrake root.
Time.
Brewing miracle after miracle. Dim light poured down from the magic chandelier on the ceiling, softly illuminating the room filled with all sorts of potion-brewing equipment.
Ian stretched lazily, rising from the comfortable magic lounge chair he had customized. His gaze wandered around the room before finally fixating on a corner.
"Plop, plop..."
Strange sounds emanated from the corner.
He saw a black-robed skeleton squatting there, fiddling with a hapless Dementor, the soul-crushing Dementor struggled continuously in its hands, emitting a chilling low growl.
However.
Accompanied by the fierce grip of the black-robed skeleton.
The Dementor's robe was torn to tatters, reduced to weak whimpers—after all, for the sleepless black-robed skeleton, twenty-four hours of incessant torment was the Dementor's nightmare.
Perhaps.
To the Dementor.
This was its divine challenge. Ian's eyes lit up instantly as he walked over quickly, snatching the Dementor from the black-robed skeleton.
"Hmm?" The black-robed skeleton was startled by the sudden move, its hollow eye sockets flickered with a trace of bewilderment and confusion as it raised its utterly gaunt arm seeming to want to reclaim the Dementor.
"Let me play with it."
Ian was keenly interested.
Accomplishing a world where only the Dementor was hurt.
"Roar!"
The Dementor sought to resist.
Yet Ian's heavy pocket smothered it even better than the black-robed skeleton. Just one swipe, and the Dementor instantly stood much more honestly and motionless.
It had no eyes.
Yet seemed crystal clear.
"I... am bored."
The black-robed skeleton kept reaching out.
It too got a heavy clap from Ian.
Intent on unleashing his alchemy talents, Ian ignored the skeleton's protests, eagerly fetching from the workbench the long sword he forged in the Misty Illusion Realm.
Due to structural issues.
It could absolutely be termed as a Cyber Treasure Sword.
In the dim light, the long sword emitted a faint glow. Ian slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze revealing focus and curiosity as he began attempting to insert the Dementor into the Cyber Longsword.
When the runes on the blade sensed the magic power, they instantly glowed with blue light. Ian clutched the struggling Dementor, trying to stuff it into the groove on the sword hilt as if arranging flowers in a vase.
However.
The Dementor was like a sticky glob of tar, unyielding to any attempts of being stuffed inside. This wasn't about resistance but sheer incompatibility with Ian's forged long sword.
Not giving up, Ian continued adjusting the runes on the long sword.
Ultimately, it resulted only in
the invisible body of the Dementor ending in failure; there was no way to fit it inside. Left with no alternatives, Ian stopped his actions, declaring that his idea couldn't be implemented.
Nonetheless.
He possessed the spirit of A-Q.
"Perhaps this could be used as a basis to prove Dementors have no soul?" Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly brightened, and a smile of excitement spread across his face.
As if discovering a new continent. Ian found this sudden idea quite novel, already seeming to see a splendid magic thesis achievement beckoning to him.
Perhaps not very useful.
But a thesis is like that.
You pad it a bit, I pad it a bit.
As long as it's plausible.
It could eventually end up printed on Chocolate Frogs as an accolade praised by all.
"Truly indeed, it's me! Always finding useful knowledge in daily life!" Ian turned his gaze to the black-robed skeleton again. He surveyed the black-robed skeleton up and down, thinking that this thing clearly wouldn't fit any better. However, new ideas popped into Ian's mind. He quickly walked up to the black-robed skeleton.
"Do you want a brain?"
Ian asked.
The black-robed skeleton listened to these words, a flicker of light seemed to flash in its originally hollow eye sockets, the flicker of soul fire burning, it nodded vigorously, uttering in a broken, phlegm-laden voice, "Use... love and grant me flesh... use... love and grant me flesh..."
Another familiar rambling.
The skeleton's skull bobbed up and down, joints emitted a teeth-aching grind. Ian was momentarily stirred upon hearing this, but he feigned ignorance toward its request.
"Let me customize a brain for you first." Ian stood up, starting to bustle around within the Room of Requirement. The gains from The Mirror of Erised had inspired him.
He decided to forge a cyber brain.
Of course.
A purely metallic brain was far too complex.