Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 158: The Train Home, the Wanderer Returns

The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam led by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is a little too strange. What is intriguing is that the Defense Against the Dark Arts exams for other young wizards are definitely not this psychological test form.

This can be discerned from the small talk that other young wizards whispered to their friends when they walked out of the classroom. Albus Dumbledore's assessment of the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts exams for other young wizards was mostly the same old, general test of magical skills related to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This is true for several grades.

There are many test takers.

Ian was the only one who got a psychological test. Ian guessed that Albus Dumbledore probably felt that he practiced the dark magic too often every day, so he was worried that his mind would be corroded by the dark magic, so he wanted to use this test to understand his own psychological condition.

Ian was not surprised as to why Albus Dumbledore knew how many times he practiced magic every day. After all, Albus Dumbledore had demonstrated his ability to predict the future at Hogwarts more than once. Ian guessed that this was probably related to Albus Dumbledore's authority as the headmaster.

In any case, the old principal's worries are not without reason. If other people practiced black magic so frequently, they would probably become as crazy as Nose Man in a few months.

But Ian was a little different.

"Dark magic doesn't seem to have any corrosive effect on me." Ian didn't know why. He had never felt the slightest impact from the side effects of magic.

Aurora's comment was that Ian might have become too dark to become any darker. Ian disagreed with this obviously misunderstood view from the bottom of his heart. He felt that he was a wizard with the essence of "truth, goodness and beauty". It was his pure heart that prevented him from being tainted by evil.

While answering the questions on the psychological test, Ian told his opinions to Albus Dumbledore, who was obviously more respectful than Aurora.

“It is indeed possible.”

Albus Dumbledore smiled and calmed Ian. No one knew that he was judging in his heart. The old headmaster was the one whose emotions and thoughts were the hardest for the young wizard to understand.

"This test sheet will give us the answer."

Albus Dumbledore seemed to care a lot about Ian's psychological test results, but even a wise man like him probably couldn't have expected that the psychological test results were meaningless to Ian.

Ian's level six [Mastery of Psychology] allows him to think about the analytical angles behind every question, and thus find the answer choices that can make him a little wizard of "truth, goodness and beauty".

Similar tables.

He had studied many types of test forms before entering school, all for the purpose of proficiency in [Psychology Mastery]. Although this form had many differences from those he had studied in the Muggle world, the logic behind it was not much different. After all, wizards and Muggles were not much different in thinking.

"finished!"

After Ian stopped writing, he handed the psychological test form back to Albus Dumbledore. He felt that the old headmaster had made a mistake and certainly did not expect that he was a hexagonal warrior with no shortcomings in all aspects.

Just a psychological test.

He said everything he could to let Albus Dumbledore see a "Saint Mary" child that only appears once in a century.

"very good."

Albus Dumbledore nodded slightly, without correcting or checking Ian's psychological test form, and directly signaled Ian that he could leave the slightly empty examination room.

"Won't you give me a grade on the spot?" Ian was not worried about being caught cheating, he was just impatient and wanted to know his test results as soon as possible.

"In fact, this test will not affect your final grade. You have already submitted the most satisfactory answer sheet for your practical exam half a semester ago."

Albus Dumbledore was still smiling.

"what?"

Ian was slightly stunned. "You mean about Professor Quirrell?"

Half a semester ago, the only thing he could think of related to the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was the battle with senior Tom, which was witnessed by Albus Dumbledore.

"That's right." Albus Dumbledore confirmed Ian's guess in a gentle tone, "Although few people know that you have defeated the most powerful dark wizard of this century, my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and I are both aware of this, and we all agree that no one would be able to handle the situation better than you."

"No other exam content can better demonstrate your achievements in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course than that battle, so your score will of course be the answer you expect."

Albus Dumbledore's voice was neither hurried nor slow, and his words made sense. He defeated Noseless without any damage. This record was indeed the ceiling of the dark magic defense strength. If it wasn't the level that could kill Voldemort in one second, Ian's record would have been the best result in the encounter.

"Then you told me that this psychological test form is my final assessment?" Ian thought of the scene when he just came in and asked Albus Dumbledore about the content of the test.

He clearly remembered how Albus Dumbledore responded to him.

"Hahaha, it's obvious that you've been fooled by me." Albus Dumbledore's smiling expression seemed a little cunning. His sly eyes made the young wizard feel the tricks from old Dumbledore.

"So, this is your prank?"

Ian felt that things might not be as simple as he thought.

"No, no, no. Considering that the magic you have learned this semester is more dangerous than the last, I do think it is necessary to regularly test whether you have been affected by the dark arts."

"This is my duty as the headmaster, isn't it?" Albus Dumbledore winked at Ian. His actions really made the young wizard feel helpless.

"Ok."

Ian sighed heavily, stood up, bowed, and left the empty examination room. Outside the examination room, many pairs of eyes were watching the expression on his face very nervously.

These little wizards seemed to be trying to guess the difficulty of the test from Ian's expression.

"Little professor, I heard that the exam content is for us to fight against a giant dragon. Is that true?"

"If it's a dragon, I'm doomed! I haven't even mastered the simplest disruption spell, Flock of Birds. When I was reviewing this morning, I only summoned a group of flightless dodos."

"Didn't you see! Sitting inside is our headmaster, Mr. Albus Dumbledore! The content of the exam is very clear... We must resist the temptation of a male succubus!"

……

It was unknown how long the rumor about Albus Dumbledore being a male succubus would last. After Ian walked out of the examination room, he was surrounded by a group of familiar young wizards who began to ask him about the news. To be honest, this scene made Ian a little embarrassed. He really didn't know what kind of examinations other young wizards would take.

"Actually, there's no need to be nervous. This year's exam is relatively easy." Ian gave a vague answer. Even if other little wizards found it difficult, they would never doubt his statement.

After all, everyone knows that Ian's control over magic far exceeds that of his peers, so a very simple test question for Ian may be very difficult for other candidates.

And if the content of the exam is indeed simple, Ian can still say that he is thinking from other people's perspectives, and his answer will be reasonable no matter what the final situation is.

"I'm so smart!" After dealing with a circle of little wizards around him, Ian, who had completed all the exams, originally planned to go back to the Room of Requirement to rest.

As he walked towards the stairs, he saw George and Fred, second-year students. The two Gryffindor twins looked dejected after taking their exams.

He looked so sad, as if his gold galleons had been stolen.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you do well in the exam?"

Ian has the same bad taste as other Ravenclaw students. He likes to ask about other students' grades at the end of the semester even though he knows the answer.

"It's not so much that I didn't do well in the exam, but rather that the sky fell. We were caught cheating by Professor McGonagall." Fred sighed heavily with a hint of regret in his tone.

He was obviously not regretting his academic performance, but rather regretting that his cheating methods did not succeed.

"It's all your fault, Fred. I told you that we had to study hard for three days, no, two days before the exam, and you insisted on telling me that your cheating ideas were flawless!"

George, who was also depressed, started to pass the blame.

"So? Weren't you also exclaiming that my idea was a good idea and we will go down in history?" Fred immediately fought back.

The two brothers are just the kind of people who like to bicker with each other.

"What the hell! Who could have imagined that your idea looks good, but is actually terrible! Not only did you fail to grab the market share of the little brat in front of us, but you also turned us all into clowns!"

George angrily scolded his twin brother.

"You guys sold more than ten copies of the cheating set, so it should be pretty good, right?" Ian was secretly happy, but on the surface he still spoke in a teasing manner to "comfort" her.

"Not bad!"

George took out a small ant from his ear. If you look closely, you can find that it is not a living creature, but has a plastic-like texture.

"The quiz assistant can only answer questions that we already know the answers to. This is terrible. I already know the answers. Why do I need the quiz assistant to help me?"

"Not only did I fail to get a good grade, but I was also caught by Professor McGonagall for cheating, which was completely meaningless, and was made to stand in the examination room for the entire morning!"

"Ian, do you know what it feels like to have ants crawling in your ears and I'm under a holding spell and can't scratch them? If I could, I would rather dance ballet with the Dementors in Azkaban!"

George's frustration and depression are easy to understand. It is obvious that Professor McGonagall's method of dealing with cheaters is different from that of Professor Filius Flitwick.

of course.

The penalties for both are quite memorable to cheaters.

"It's mainly because of the tight time schedule... I haven't been able to debug these answering assistants in the end. Next year, next year I will definitely be able to solve the existing problems in the answering assistants."

"When the time comes, we'll just put it into our heads, and Professor McGonagall won't be able to catch us." Fred's tone was filled with obvious guilt.

Ian's scalp tingled when he heard his improvement ideas.

"Stupid quiz assistant! To hell with it! I have to come up with the creative ideas next year!" George threw the little ant back to Fred and demanded the right to the ideas in an indignant tone.

"Okay, okay, we still have to think about how to deal with this year's practical exam." Fred chose to give in out of guilt.

"Can you tell us what the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts exam will cover?" George saw the direction Ian was walking towards and quickly asked Ian about the exam topics. Hogwarts had only one professor for each course, so there was no difference in where everyone took the exam and who was in charge of the exam.

"I'm only in the first grade, how am I supposed to know what's in the second grade?" Ian rolled his eyes. He felt that the two brothers were obviously desperate and trying every possible means.

"What if you happened to see it?"

George asked persistently.

"Ian is right, George. He is just a first-year student. Not only is it impossible for him to know the answer, I think even those students who have already taken the exam cannot give us the answer. Every year, the professors prepare several exam contents. God knows whether we will encounter difficult questions or easy questions."

Although Fred was only one grade higher than Ian, he knew more about the final exam than most third-year or even fourth-year wizards. Perhaps this was because he was developing cheating methods this year, so he collected a lot of information related to the exam.

"It would be nice if we could just conjure up some big dung balls."

George sighed.

"Maybe we can pretend to be sick, and then we don't have to face that scary Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Fred proposed an idea that made George's eyes light up.

They obviously didn't know that the head of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been replaced by the old headmaster.

Ian had no intention of correcting the two people's views, because he suddenly had an idea and planned to promote his work that was quite useful in this kind of situation to the two twins.

"Would you like some quick-acting candies for skipping classes? They're my latest product." It can only be said that Ian's face is indeed thicker than when school started.

The pirated work of his was actually an idea that the two twins had not yet come up with.

"Quick-acting candy for skipping classes? That name sounds great!" George was immediately attracted by Ian's sales pitch. He watched Ian take out a handful of candies with eagerness.

There are soft candies, hard candies, and even bubble gum. Ian tries his best to satisfy the preferences of all little wizards, which is also an essential detail in marketing.

Of course, although these candies vary in type, they are all essentially the same structure - a notable feature of quick-acting skipping candies is that they usually come in two different colors.

The two colored candy parts have different functions: one part is used to cause the "sick" effect, and the other part is used to remove this effect.

As for the specific colors, they are further classified according to the disease they are intended to cause. A vomit candy might be a combination of purple and orange, while a nosebleed nougat might contain a combination of red and another color.

"Oh! My God! You are simply a genius! I am convinced that I lost to you before! You are the best inventor in Hogwarts!" Fred looked at the candy in his hand with a shocked look on his face. He was deeply impressed by the effect and creativity of this candy. He never thought that there could be such a practical prank product.

"Look at others! Fred! Why can't you come up with such an idea!" George even began to criticize his twin tower brothers.

"If Ian hadn't invented it, how would you know that I wouldn't have come up with such an idea in a few years!" Fred immediately responded to George subconsciously.

He obviously didn't know that he had revealed something. He even said to the little wizard with envy, "Why don't I have a brain as useful as yours!"

Even Ian felt a little embarrassed.

"Believe me, this kind of chocolate candy is best for big occasions like exams." Ian quickly picked up a green and blue chocolate candy from the pile of candies.

He also incorporated his own creative ideas into it. As for stealing the twins' work in advance... well, how can the "prophet"'s actions be considered despicable?

"What effect does it have?"

"Can you make us vomit blood? It would be best if we vomit dozens of kilograms!"

George and Fred looked at the chocolate candies in Ian's hand with excitement and anticipation.

"It's called a smallpox outbreak!"

Ian seriously introduced his own creative idea. As the name suggests, this chocolate candy can make the person who eats it show all the symptoms of severe smallpox virus infection within thirty seconds.

"Ah? What kind of disease is this?"

George and Fred were both a little surprised.

"Wait, I think I heard dad mention it."

Fred looked like he was racking his brains to remember.

"Anyway, it's amazing. I'm sure you'll be exempted from the exams, and maybe even have an early summer vacation." Ian stuffed two chocolate candies into George and Fred's hands respectively.

"How much? We are very poor."

George was going to bargain.

however.

The little wizard shook his head.

"I would rather you pay me with your own abilities. In my alchemy research, there are some complicated basic tasks that need someone to help me complete."

Ian hopes to give the twins some of the work of shaping the alchemical ectomorphs. This does not require much technical skills and is sufficient for the twins to complete with their alchemical level far exceeding that of their peers.

"You actually want us to work for you! You are such a little brat who likes to enslave people!" Fred immediately started to yell in a very exaggerated manner.

"But he doesn't want money, Fred, this is something that doesn't cost money." George was very tempted and gave a reason that made Fred make up his mind immediately.

"And he also said that we are capable! Not many people have this kind of vision!" Obviously, being recognized is a very meaningful thing for George and Fred.

"You're right. We have to help this good classmate who has the same ideas as us. He may be the future of our prank world, a rising star!"

Fred changed his mind.

"So? How?"

Ian immediately seized the opportunity to ask.

The two brothers looked at each other.

"Deal! Ian!"

They high-fived Ian and happily ran to the exam site with their quick-acting skipping candies. Ian watched their backs disappear around the corner and silently took out a bunch of magic gas masks.

"Well, maybe Aurora is right. Sometimes I am really too bad." Ian thought that he had about three hours to spread panic after the two brothers were isolated by Madam Pomfrey.

These slow-selling products should be sold quickly - perhaps because he had just mentioned Aurora. When Ian walked to the stairs, he saw Aurora holding a notebook and doing a "pre-exam raid".

"You also feel nervous about exams?" Ian came closer in surprise. He remembered that Aurora always looked confident during other exams.

The German girl looked up at Ian and said, "I heard that Dumbledore is conducting the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. He threatened me before that he would embarrass me with the most difficult exam items."

Aurora's tone was a little apprehensive. As Albus Dumbledore's apprentice, Albus Dumbledore would indeed be stricter with her than with other young wizards. To be honest, this did not surprise Ian. He was just curious why Albus Dumbledore would threaten people.

"How did he threaten you?"

Ian looked at Aurora in surprise.

Aurora answered with an extremely serious expression.

"After Dumbledore visited my grandfather last night, he told me when he came back to the office to teach me magic that he would prepare a different Defense Against the Dark Arts exam for me."

Done.

Aurora continued to look at the notes in her hand with a worried look on her face.

"Ok?"

Ian was still waiting for the next words, but unexpectedly Aurora kept silent. He could only reach out his hand to cover the notebook in Aurora's hand.

"And then? Where is the threat to you?"

The little wizard asked in confusion.

"Ok?"

Aurora also looked confused.

"Isn't this a threat?"

She recalled what she had said and realized she hadn't missed anything.

"Ah? Did I hear something wrong?"

Ian was stunned.

"I have prepared a different Defense Against the Dark Arts test for you." Aurora was probably afraid that Ian wouldn't understand, so she put the wand against her throat and spoke in the old voice of the old headmaster.

She used human body deformation to make her tone and intonation very lifelike.

"??????"

Ian's expression made Aurora seem to realize something.

She added, "I just understood the hidden meaning in his words, Ian. You should take some time out to practice your reading comprehension skills."

"I can recommend you some books that I have studied." The little German girl seemed quite enthusiastic, but her unique reading comprehension ability obviously proved that the books she read were not serious books.

"No, no, I'm fine the way I am now." Ian quickly waved his hand to refuse, and tried to change the subject, "Although I also want to help you, the content of my exam will probably be different from yours... In fact, Headmaster Dumbledore is not the kind of person who likes to embarrass others."

talking.

Ian told Aurora the test items on his psychological test form.

The little German girl was thoughtful after listening to this.

"Again, Ian, we need to figure out the meaning behind other people's words. I think Dumbledore lied to you. There must be another meaning behind that psychological test form."

Aurora began her own analysis. "I think your psychological test form should be closely related to the test scores of all our other students."

have to say.

Even after a whole year of friendship with Aurora, Ian still found it difficult to understand some of Aurora's confusing remarks. Perhaps this was just like how some little wizards felt when they heard his mumbling.

"Why are other students involved?"

Ian pretended to be all ears.

Aurora pondered for a moment and organized her words.

"We all know that the Dark Lord you mentioned is no longer a big deal. So, for Dumbledore, he only needs to prevent others from becoming the so-called third generation Dark Lord."

"The best way to defend against the threat of dark magic is to eliminate the wizards who are proficient in dark magic at the source." Aurora had a calm expression and spoke eloquently, with a feeling of preaching.

"?????"

The little wizard's expression is very interesting.

The little German girl seemed to "understand" that Ian had problems with his reading comprehension.

"Remember I told you that Dumbledore wanted me to supervise you? This is a similar principle." She also kindly gave Ian a summary.

"Yes, that's right. The answer is obvious. Dumbledore thinks that as long as there is nothing wrong with you, there will be no problem with everyone's defense against the dark arts."

"You passed the psychological test, we all passed. You failed the psychological test... then there is a big problem. I think he will give you the harmless treatment you often mentioned." Aurora obviously had more than just some misunderstandings about Ian. She also had some prejudice against Albus Dumbledore's style of doing things.

Even though he followed Albus Dumbledore to learn magic and became the apprentice of the greatest white wizard of this century, some of his views on Albus Dumbledore that he had developed since childhood had not changed much.

"Do you think that if Headmaster Dumbledore finds out that I have a mental problem, he will kill me?" Ian's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief. With the magic that could summon the [Dumbledore Truth] in his hand, he certainly didn't think his headmaster would do such a thing. He just thought Aurora's imagination was really scary.

"What else? You still don't know our principal."

Aurora did not respond directly, but asked in an intriguing tone, "Do you think Dumbledore will be merciful when it comes to getting rid of this threat?"

"I'm sure he won't even mourn for you." To be honest, this analysis is not wrong from Aurora's perspective. After all, judging from some of Albus Dumbledore's early experiences, the headmaster does have a decisive and murderous side, but Albus Dumbledore makes it difficult for Ian to see this side.

The little German girl didn't know some of the secrets between Ian and Dumbledore.

"Your blind analysis has made me a little nervous... Fortunately, I feel that there is nothing wrong with my answers, otherwise I will definitely blame you if I can't sleep tonight."

Ian patted his chest with a lingering fear.

"It seems you cheated successfully."

Aurora closed the notebook in her hand - she waved to Ian and walked towards the examination room. She was obviously able to judge when it would be her turn to take the exam.

"It's cheating to be able to see the future."

Ian said goodbye to his good friend and finally walked up the stairs and returned to the Room of Requirement. Due to some unexpected accidents just now, he needed to rush to make some limited edition gas masks.

Those wealthy Slytherins who value their lives just love this.

And just as Ian was working hard.

the other side.

"Please come in."

The gentle voice of Albus Dumbledore was heard from the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts examination room. Aurora pushed the door open and entered to take her Defense Against the Dark Arts examination.

"Ok?"

As the door closed automatically, Aurora noticed something that many little wizards did not notice: there was a strange lamppost emitting a hazy white light in the classroom.

"That is a necessary measure to prevent the test questions from being leaked. After all, time is very tight, and I am unable to prepare different practical test questions for the little wizards of several grades."

Albus Dumbledore took the initiative to answer Aurora's questions.

Aurora thought.

"Will it make us lose our memory of the exam?"

She stated her guess bluntly.

Hear the words.

Albus Dumbledore chuckled. "It seems that you still don't have a very good impression of me. I certainly won't modify the memories of little wizards like you casually."

"This lamp can only ensure that you will not be able to recall the specific content of this exam for a period of time after you leave this classroom."

The old principal also explained the function of the lamppost without any hesitation.

"If you don't like it, I can turn it off. After all, you won't affect the exams of other young wizards." Without waiting for Aurora to reply, he waved his hand and turned off the lamppost that emitted a hazy white light.

The empty classroom became the same as it had been when Ian had taken the exam before.

"Do you want to test me on the Patronus Charm?" Aurora obviously had her own guesses and judgments about Albus Dumbledore's possible "difficulties".

"There is no rush for this magic. I believe you will complete it eventually. It just requires some time to settle down." Albus Dumbledore's deep eyes showed no ripples.

"What sediment? Happy memories?"

Aurora frowned and began to question.

"I think what you lack most is firm belief." Albus Dumbledore responded softly, and he did not give Aurora time to think and say something shocking.

"Before we start the exam, I hope you can do something for me." As he said that, Albus Dumbledore took out a test paper from the drawer.

There were many similar test papers in his drawer, but they were all just copies of the same test paper.

"whats the matter?"

Aurora also sat down opposite Albus Dumbledore out of curiosity.

"Help me pick out those answers that, from your perspective, you think our Mr. Prince is inconsistent with the facts." Albus Dumbledore gently pushed Aurora under her surprised gaze.

He pushed the test sheet to Aurora opposite.

"Is this the psychological test form you gave Ian?" Aurora thought of her previous conversation with Ian, and couldn't help but look at the completely filled test paper with some confusion.

"He has already finished the answer sheet. What's the point of asking me to revise it?" Aurora looked hesitantly at the quill that was handed to her.

"Of course it makes sense."

Albus Dumbledore looked at the corner of his desk.

I saw.

On the spacious and tidy desk, there are several identical copies with some different markings and circles on them, and the people who marked them are marked.

William, Michael, Qiu Zhang...are all Ian's familiar friends.

"You are the last one, so when you finish revising and commenting, I can finally get the answer to this test." Albus Dumbledore's gentle tone made Aurora's expression a little stiff.

She couldn't help but start to doubt.

"After I walk out of this door, will I really remember what you asked me to do?" It can only be said that when it comes to conspiracy theories, Ian is definitely not the number one in Hogwarts.

"Are you naturally suspicious?"

Albus Dumbledore covered his forehead speechlessly.

He found it difficult to understand what information Grindelwald had instilled in his apprentice.

……

The Hogwarts exams were successfully concluded.

The end-of-year banquet will begin before the young wizards leave school.

This will be the last time that all the students of Hogwarts gather together to enjoy dinner this semester, so the house-elves will naturally make it extra grand.

When the time came, students and professors arrived at the auditorium one after another and gathered together.

Even some senior students who usually skipped dinner to maintain a good figure came. After all, it was the last time of this semester, and almost everyone gathered at this dinner.

of course.

The reason why the adjective "almost" is used is because there were indeed two people who missed the dinner. They were the Gryffindor twin brothers who were urgently taken away for isolation in the afternoon.

Ian's works have always been honest and of excellent quality. The symptoms of a smallpox outbreak were so lifelike that they frightened Albus Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey, who were in charge of the examination.

Madam Pomfrey was the palest one. How to describe her panic? Ian's gas mask also won the favor of the school doctor.

When Madam Pomfrey saw that she had bought a gas mask for Ian, the other students who heard that the twin brothers were infected with the "plague" naturally rushed to give Ian gold Galleons one after another.

Sold out.

It's true that all the gas masks are sold out.

Even Miss Daphne Greengrass, who was extremely strapped for cash, was so careful about her life that she pestered Ian and bought him a gas mask at a 20% discount.

She gave up her final exam results, and the meager profit she earned from changing her appearance with Polyjuice Potion to take the exam for others flowed back into Ian's hands.

This made Ian feel a little guilty. He felt like Bruce Wayne in Hogwarts, and it seemed that no gold galleon in Hogwarts could escape his grasp.

"Hogwarts has its own Batman."

Ian always seems to find an excuse to justify his behavior.

.........

The dinner hasn't started yet.

The hall had been redecorated by the house elves, with the blue and gold colors symbolizing Ravenclaw filling almost every corner of the hall. Not only were there flags and banners hanging high, but even the tableware of each college was engraved with the Ravenclaw logo.

It was hard to say whether the house-elves were happy for Ian because they had a good relationship with him and put more thought into decorating the hall. Of course, it was also possible that Ian mentioned it to the house-elves while he was eating hot pot in the kitchen.

Anyway, in previous years, the decorations here would only change after the house rankings were announced. It can only be said that the early changes in the layout made the students of Slytherin College somewhat angry but not able to speak out.

"It's just the College Cup!"

This is how they comforted themselves.

"It looks like everyone is here already."

The auditorium was packed with people.

Albus Dumbledore, who was wearing a rare red robe, saw that everyone was in place, so he stood up and raised his hand slightly to signal everyone to be quiet.

The old principal still has great authority.

The auditorium suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at Albus Dumbledore with respect, except Grindelwald, who seemed to be deprived of his right to take the exam and was still resentful, and pursed his lips very obviously.

He picked up the wine on the table and took a few sips, while Albus Dumbledore beside him seemed not to notice and began to make a final summary of the study.

"I think everyone is starving after the stressful exams, but before we start the dinner, please tolerate the old man's clichés."

"Everyone who knows me knows that I don't like giving this kind of speech, but our Professor McGonagall reminded me that if I don't say a few words at this time, everyone will probably forget that there is a headmaster like me." Albus Dumbledore quoted Professor McGonagall's complaint about himself.

Suddenly, laughter broke out in the auditorium.

When the noise gradually died down, Albus Dumbledore continued in a gentle voice, "This year is definitely a wonderful year, both for you and for me."

"Everyone has gained more than in previous years. Your little heads must be filled with more knowledge, and a whole summer vacation should allow you to digest it well."

"When the next semester comes, there will be more and richer knowledge that you will be eager to learn, so please enjoy the happiness that the holidays bring you."

"This will be a precious memory for you, especially when you are as old as our Professor Lockhart and are troubled by all kinds of trivial matters and work, you will find it even more precious."

Albus Dumbledore also teased "Lockhart" in passing. After a humorous opening speech, he also began his annual routine statistical report.

"I think everyone has already understood this year's College Cup, but there is still a process to go through... Let me see, the specific scores of each college should be like this."

"Gryffindor is still ranked fourth as expected. I hope you can work harder next year, make fewer mistakes, and raise your score of 360 points higher."

Albus Dumbledore did have feelings for Gryffindor House, so he made a few more comments when it was mentioned, but he also knew that it was almost impossible to prevent Gryffindor from making mistakes.

The old headmaster didn't even suggest that the ranking should be improved, he just mentioned that the scores should be improved, which shows that he is quite knowledgeable about the habits of Gryffindor students.

Professor McGonagall was sighing.

He wanted to glare at the two biggest cancers in the academy, but he couldn't find his target. In the end, he could only silently pick up the glass of red wine on the table and drink it all.

"Third place, Hufflepuff, 511 points. Very good, 130 points more than last year. I think I have seen your hard work."

"As for the second place, Slytherin, first of all, it's a pity that you didn't win the Quidditch championship, but the score of 730 points also shows your excellence."

Albus Dumbledore paused for a moment and glanced at Professor Snape imperceptibly. Both he and Professor Snape knew how much water there was in this abnormal house division.

"Goo~"

Snape also started drinking to cover up his embarrassment. Although he and Aurora disliked each other, Aurora was the most outstanding Slytherin student he had met in recent years.

How could he let go of the opportunity to gain extra points?

Unfortunately.

Such a huge lead still failed to allow Slytherin to continue its glory - Snape looked at his nephew fiercely. He didn't know the reason but also realized what was behind it.

"Finally, let us congratulate Ravenclaw College. After several years, they have returned to the position of the House Cup champion. I think this will be the best gift for this year's graduates of Ravenclaw College." Albus Dumbledore finally announced who would win the House Cup championship.

He was too embarrassed to read out the champion's final score, so he omitted it on purpose. After all, he really couldn't say the score of 4,682 points.

"We win! We win!"

"We are the most powerful indeed!"

"All the people from other colleges combined don't get as many points as we do! We are awesome!"

"No! It should be the little professor who is awesome!"

……

Never mind how weird this result is.

The Ravenclaw table also erupted in cheers. The Slytherin family was so angry that they stamped their feet, but no one dared to stand up and say that anyone had cheated on the results of the House Cup.

They were all a rather precocious group, well aware of the ways of the world, so even though they suspected that all the professors were helping the half-blood from Ravenclaw to cheat and illegally gain points, they did not dare to step out and raise any questions, and could only look towards the direction of the teachers' seats with resentful eyes.

"Cuckoo~"

"Cuckoo~"

The professors, who had so much grievance in their hearts that they couldn't express it, all used drinking to hide their helplessness. The aggrieved little wizards who knew the truth but had no way to correct it obviously couldn't understand them.

"Just bear with it for seven years."

More than one professor consoled themselves in this way. Looking at Albus Dumbledore's attitude, they knew that even if they "appealed" to the headmaster's office, it would be useless.

"Of course, we still have some processes to go through. Just like in previous years, I still have some points to allocate. Let me take a look at the list."

Albus Dumbledore looked down at the parchment in his hand.

"First, the Gryffindors..."

This is an essential bonus point event every year, used to recognize students who have made outstanding achievements during their studies and have provided some help to the school or other young wizards.

It's not just any major accident. In fact, even if you save a classmate who is about to choke to death on a cherry pit, you can get commendation and extra points from the principal in the semester summary at the end of the semester.

This was different from what Ian remembered.

"The other is Miss Aurora Grindelwald. She used her superb magic to save seven reckless and impulsive little wizards during the accident on the night of the Fire Grey Snake."

"This help to your companions and your kind and brave behavior deserves an extra 50 points for Slytherin House." Albus Dumbledore's tone was full of encouragement.

But Aurora at the Slytherin table had a frown on her face. She showed no reaction to the compliments and congratulations from other students around her. She was quibbling over the words used by Albus Dumbledore.

"I'm just helping my classmates. I don't want their blood to splatter on my clothes. It's troublesome to wash clothes." The other little wizards probably couldn't understand the thinking behind this statement.

They thought Aurora was just being arrogant... In fact, it was probably just stating the facts. Anyway, Albus Dumbledore gave her some points.

I don't know if he wants to help Aurora onto the right path.

"Finally, there is our Mr. Ian Prince, who relied on his wisdom and courage to risk his life to find the dark wizard who had sneaked into the school."

"Faced with a powerful dark wizard, he demonstrated his decision-making and rationality, and successfully prevented the dark wizard's evil plan before the situation got further out of control."

"This is an honor and achievement that I have never seen in my teaching career. Not only did he save all of us, he also avenged our poor Professor Quirrell."

To be honest, it was the first time that Albus Dumbledore made Ian feel that he truly understood the art of language. There was not a single falsehood in his words, but he beautified Ian in many ways.

Killing Voldemort could indeed be considered revenge for Quirrell, and he even glorified Professor Quirrell's "sacrifice"... This was probably his and the Ministry of Magic's final assessment of Quirrell's death.

"That traitor Quirrell got away with it." Ian guessed that Voldemort's affairs might not have been revealed, or the Ministry of Magic did not want to admit that Voldemort was still alive, so they came up with a conclusion that a dark wizard sneaked into Hogwarts and killed the professor, and was then stopped and killed by the students.

Just as Ian was trying to figure out the "superior's intention".

After a pause, Albus Dumbledore also spoke in a loud voice.

"So, I want to add 100 points for him. This achievement deserves such recognition." As soon as he finished speaking, noisy voices immediately emerged in the auditorium.

Deafening.

"Oh! My God! Why didn't you tell us this! You actually killed a dark wizard quietly!" William grabbed Ian's arm in shock.

"He is still a terrible dark wizard who is capable of murdering a professor!" Michael added from the side, shouting at the top of his voice as if he was afraid that the long tables in other colleges could not hear him.

"You are so awesome!"

"The little professor has silently saved us all once again! Why use "again"? Don't you know that his gas mask has already saved us once before!"

"Yes, yes, two undisciplined Gryffindor students almost spread a terrible plague in the college! I heard that they were infected with a disease that can only be transmitted between men and women!"

"Oh! Such a kindness! Senior sister, I can only repay you with my body! Let's fall in love! Little Ian!"

……

Cheers continued at the long table of Ravenclaw House, and even cheers were heard from Gryffindor House. They always respected and admired any brave and powerful wizard.

Even if this wizard is not from their academy.

"Nothing, nothing, no favor, don't kiss me... Who poured watermelon juice on my clothes! Don't help me take off my clothes!" Ian put on a gas mask but couldn't resist the enthusiasm of others.

He began to dodge sneak attacks from senior schoolmates and even seniors, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. However, Albus Dumbledore, Grindelwald and other professors seemed to be very happy to see this scene.

Now, let the party begin."

There was constant noise in the auditorium.

The House Cup championship award ceremony finally ended without any suspense. When Ian was chased around the hall by a group of people, Albus Dumbledore announced the opening of the dinner.

Countless different and rich foods appeared on the table. The dazzling array of food and the hunger in their stomachs finally distracted the students who were chasing Ian.

The senior students also proved with practical actions that their "love" for Ian could not outweigh their love for food, and everyone began to feast on the long tables of their respective colleges.

Ian also fled to the Slytherin table. Not only did he not receive any resistance when he sat next to Aurora, the little witch who was originally sitting in this position even hurriedly helped him wipe the table before she stood up. In the eyes of these little wizards, if Ian dared to kill a dark wizard today, he would probably dare to kill their parents tomorrow.

Can you not be afraid?

How many adult wizards from the pure-blood Slytherin family have not been dark wizards?
“This is to build momentum for you.”

Aurora began her comments and analysis again.

"Maybe. Let's not talk about this tonight. Can you pass me your grilled steak? I don't want the one you've gnawed on." Ian's stomach had actually been rumbling for a long time.

"Your gas mask can actually allow you to stuff food into your mouth." Aurora was somewhat impressed by Ian's design. Ian, who was eating at the time, did not take off the gas mask on his face.

He was afraid that he would be attacked suddenly again.

"Of course! This is my work! In fact, after this commotion is over, these gas masks of mine can also be used as a reserve. They can block the damage caused by at least five hundred kinds of vicious potions."

Ian acted as if the more people bought, the more he was at a disadvantage.

Perhaps this kind of performance is indeed a bit annoying, but the same thing still applies. The goods he produces are definitely worth the money, and everyone will definitely not lose money if they buy them.

of course.

German girls sometimes look at things from a very critical perspective.

"So, are you planning to launch upgraded products in the future that can deal more damage than these five hundred vicious potions?" She said in a tone that seemed to indicate she had seen through Ian's intentions.

"..."

The little wizard was speechless.

Normally, only the truth being revealed would make him so embarrassed.

"Who are you going to trick with your candy next semester?" Aurora seemed to be full and asked curiously, supporting her face with one hand on the long table.

"How can my candy be called a scam? You used the wrong word again!" Ian corrected Aurora's words and ignored Aurora's question.

"You've screwed the Gryffindor twins over. They're still in quarantine in the school infirmary. Even after taking your antidote, Madam Pomfrey still doesn't trust them to attend the dinner."

Aurora used her free hand to snatch the onion ring that Ian was about to fork.

"Their only goal is to avoid taking the exam. Just tell me whether their goal has been achieved!" Ian successfully shut Aurora up with a more tricky answer.

"..."

The little German girl didn't know how to respond.

"And their feedback is five-star praise!"

Ian's remarks were indeed true, and many young wizards could attest to this. After all, when the twins were wrapped in a transparent container and carried away, they saw him selling gas masks in the corridor.

"Oh! He actually used us to make a second fortune!"

This is what George exclaimed at the time.

"Although we were taken advantage of, do you remember what I just said? He is the future of the prank world. Facts have proven that I have a great vision!"

This is a five star review from Fred.

That’s how Ian understood it at the time anyway.

……

The happy hour of the dinner began and ended.

With the arrival of a new day, the little wizards' wardrobes were emptied, the bookshelves were emptied, and all the luggage was packed into suitcases and sent to the Hogwarts Express in advance by the house-elves.

Early morning with the first rays of light.

It's the beginning of the vacation.

A school year passed quickly, and it was time for the little wizards to return home.

The Hogwarts Express stopped early, and after the house-elves put away the luggage for the little wizards, it also welcomed the passengers who needed to be escorted back on this journey.

"This train is really retro." It was Ian's first time riding on the Hogwarts Express, so everything on the train was quite new to him.

The Hogwarts Express is a typical steam train with a long body and a spectacular steam chimney. The body is composed of multiple carriages, each of which is closely connected to form a long train. From the appearance, it is impossible to tell that it is a magical alchemical creation.

of course.

You can feel this right after you step inside. The interior of the train is divided into multiple parts, including passenger cars, dining cars, sleeper cars, etc. Each car is beautifully decorated and much more spacious than it looks from the outside. It is obvious that the traceless expansion spell has been used on the train.

"Our little brother will be enrolled next year. You must play a prank on him then. We will make a fortune together with you." George and Fred were next to Ian. They didn't care about being isolated and missing the dinner. They even enthusiastically tried to discuss with Ian how to play a prank on Ron Weasley.

not only that.

They even have new suggestions for the quick-acting skipping candy that previously had a "smallpox outbreak" effect.

"The Black Death! Let's create a contagious Black Death in school! Let our little brother be patient zero!" George expressed his idea excitedly.

"The Black Death? Let your younger brother be the biological matrix? Don't you think your mother will beat you to death?" Ian looked at the two people sitting opposite him in surprise.

Aurora did not leave Hogwarts, and he didn't know what to do there. In order to avoid harassment from his senior schoolmates, he chose to enter the same train compartment with the twins.

As all the little wizards got on the train and found their seats, after a slight vibration, the unique rhythmic sound between the wheels and the rails began to sound.

The train began its voyage.

The steam from the locomotive rose in the morning light, interweaving with the surrounding mist, as if casting a slightly tense atmosphere on the journey.

"It's just a prank. I'm not going to infect him with the real Black Death... Look at your expression. Hiss, could there really be plague hidden in your quick-acting skipping candy?"

Ian felt helpless at George's startled expression.

"Of course it's just a simulated disease. I can't find the real virus even if I try."

He felt that the two brothers' alchemy level needed to be improved.

"That's good, that's good. After all, he is our own brother. It would be bad if he really got sick..." Fred recalled with lingering fear the discomfort he felt when he showed symptoms of smallpox.

"Yeah, yeah, we're counting on using him to conduct more prank product experiments." George's agreement made Ian swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue: "What if I add money?"

He didn't even ask.

The twin brothers had already proved to him how much the affection between the Weasley brothers was different from that of ordinary people. Of course, Ian thought that the two brothers were probably just joking. However, if it was not really a life-and-death crisis, it should be true that they would use their brothers as experimental subjects.

The Gryffindor twins are ruthless people who don't even let themselves go.

"I heard you have a younger sister?"

Ian tried to change the subject.

however.

This immediately alerted George and Fred.

"What are you doing! Ian! I'm telling you! Don't set your sights on our sister! You already have all the underage witches in the academy!"

Frett's eyes were very sharp.

George also had a defensive expression on his face.

"..."

Ian had never expected the two brothers to react so strongly. When they were talking about their younger brother just now, the two of them looked like they were ready to sacrifice their younger brother for a prank at any time.

"I'm just asking casually."

Ian patted his forehead helplessly.

"It's scary to just ask... How about we give Ron to you? We can definitely research a kind of transformation candy, and Ron can become a little witch after eating the candy."

George never stops talking until he's shocked.

His words were immediately recognized by Fred.

"Oh! Brother becomes sister! That's great!"

He even clapped and cheered.

"..."

Ian regretted choosing to stay in the same box with the two brothers - he looked out the window with a strange expression and observed three seconds of silence in his heart for Ron, who had become his twin brother.

"It can be made! This kind of candy can definitely be made!"

“It’s going to be a big hit!”

The two brothers were still discussing the new ideas that had emerged.

Ian ate his breakfast in silence, admiring the beautiful view outside the window.

As he got closer and closer to the legendary Platform Nine and Three-Quarters Station in London, farmlands kept flying behind him outside the window. The lush trees, the occasional villages, and the endless mountains in the distance all told Ian that he was heading towards the world he came from.

After some time.

"The Daily Prophet..." Ian still did not join the two brothers in planning and researching the transformation candy. He looked at the daily newspapers of the wizarding world that were delivered into each carriage.

The headlines above are quite striking.

Rising Star: The Kid Who Saved Hogwarts

It has to be said that some of Aurora's views may not be without reason. The Daily Prophet, which has been controlled by Grindelwald, has actually begun to publicize the fact that Ian defeated a dark wizard while at school.

The various words of praise were very gorgeous. Although it did not mention who the dark wizard was, it still portrayed him as a powerful dark wizard who killed many adult wizards. Ian took a quick look at the content and felt his ears turn red. It can be seen that the boasting description of him was indeed very exaggerated.

"I heard about this from my father! He said that you might be awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class, for this!" George and Fred also paused their research and came over to read the news in the newspaper.

"Is that what your father thinks?"

Ian was a little surprised. To be honest, defeating a dark wizard to get the Order of Merlin, Second Class, was a rare thing even among adult wizards.

Not to mention that Ian is still an eleven-year-old child. If the Order of Merlin Second Class certificate is awarded to him, he will set a new record for the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. An eleven-year-old recipient of the Order of Merlin Second Class is absolutely incredible, which will definitely cause a sensation and doubts in the wizarding world.

For the sake of stability.

Sir Merlin would probably not make such a decision.

"It's a deal between the Ministry of Magic and Headmaster Dumbledore. They will nominate you to the Order of Merlin. I think you're definitely going to get the medal."

Although George is not very old, it is obvious that he is quite smart in some aspects. Fred beside him also nodded with a firm expression.

"To be honest, we don't know how you defeated a dark wizard." Fred seemed to want Ian to tell him the specific process of defeating the dark wizard.

"Forehead."

Ian began to consider what he could and could not say.

And at this time.

"Whoo~"

suddenly.

The space fluctuated.

The Dark Phoenix appeared in front of Ian. The two brothers, who were still discussing the idea of ​​transforming into candy, were so frightened that they almost fell off their seats.

"What kind of magical animal is this!?"

"A bird! It can Apparate!"

obviously.

The two people only recognized the way the Black Phoenix appeared, but did not recognize that the Black Phoenix was a phoenix. This may be related to the fact that the appearance of the Black Phoenix is ​​very different from that of a normal phoenix.

"This is my partner, its name is Xiaoyan." Ian introduced his Black Phoenix. For the sake of his own reputation, he did not introduce the species of Black Phoenix in detail.

There are thousands of big mouths in Hogwarts, and George and Fred are the best. Ian felt that if he opened his mouth, it would be extremely difficult to explain why he had a phoenix.

"Jiejiejiejie~"

The Black Phoenix let out a sharp cry, as if it was greeting the two people, but it was obviously perfunctory. After the cry, it dropped the things it brought and crawled into Ian's robe.

It was a small suitcase.

Written by Albus Dumbledore.

The space inside was not very large, but it was enough to hold Ian's dangerous goods - such as the Dementors, which were good home assistants, and the black-robed skeletons that could not fit into a purse.

"What you raise is not an owl, but a magical animal that looks very powerful at first glance!" George sighed, and he and Fred looked at each other.

The two people began to take turns to play the victim.

"Mum and Dad had to support us and our brothers and sisters, and life was always tight, so we didn't even have an owl, which is why we were so obsessed with making money."

"Yes, we want to help mom and dad share the pressure." They were obviously trying to fool the little wizard, probably with the intention of arousing his sympathy.

however.

"I'm an orphan. I don't even have a father or a mother. I've been rummaging through garbage dumps since I was a child." Ian had no rivals at all in the pity-selling show. With just one sentence, he put an end to the two brothers' pity-selling.

The carriage suddenly fell into silence.

"Want some snacks?"

Just at this time.

Figures that appear in many stories about Hogwarts came to the carriage where Ian and his friends were. The conductor pushed a cart full of food and began to sell it enthusiastically.

The trolley pushed by the conductor is a well-designed wooden structure, painted with waterproof varnish, which looks both practical and beautiful. Different magic snacks are placed on each layer of the trolley. These snacks are not only delicious, but also contain various wonderful magic effects, allowing little wizards to experience the fun of magic while enjoying the delicious food.

"I do not need it, thank you."

The twin brothers always gave such responses to the conductor. They did earn a lot in school, but their limited money was almost always invested in the research of new props.

"I could use some pumpkin pie and sour candies."

Ian bought some and shared it with the twins. He was never reluctant to share his food, and the snacks on the Hogwarts Express were not sold at exorbitant prices.

"Oh! You are so generous! We must cooperate next year! Let's not compete!" George and Fred's previous sympathy may have been to bring up this topic. They didn't take much of the snacks Ian bought. Everyone just held a pumpkin pie and started to eat it.

Perhaps because they didn’t like to think about ideas while eating, the twin brothers started chatting with Ian again.

"To be honest, the fact that you received the Order of Merlin will definitely cause a sensation next semester, but perhaps your limelight will be stolen by another young wizard who will enter school next semester."

George lowered his voice in a mysterious manner.

"You mean that guy?"

Fred also seemed to realize something.

"Who?"

Ian asked knowingly.

He always knew how to provide emotional value to others.

"Of course it's the famous Harry... Potter!! You may not know that Harry Potter defeated the terrifying mysterious man when he was very young!"

"He was the one who saved the entire wizarding world. All wizards regarded him as the savior. He was just a baby at that time. It was hard to imagine how glorious it would be for him to go to school at Hogwarts!" Fred said in amazement, and it was obvious that he was full of expectations for Harry Potter.

"His magical talent should be very strong, and he may become a rival to you!" George has a very firm belief in Harry Potter.

but.

After he and Fred looked at each other, they stood up and put their hands on Ian's shoulders, seemingly trying to comfort the little wizard who might be feeling "crisis".

"However, although Harry Potter is very powerful and we like him very much, we will definitely stand on your side and help you, because you are the first person we met."

"Yes, that's right. We are like-minded friends. Even Harry Potter can't change that." The twin brothers seemed to have more approval of Ian.

I don't know if it was because of Ian's pumpkin pie. Of course, it could also be because of what happened to them last night, which made them really sure that Ian was the future of the prank world.

"I am touched by your attitude, but I have no intention of competing with Harry Potter... You may not know that I am not a person who likes to show off."

Ian's response drew a chorus of boos from the twin brothers.

The little wizard's sincere response was obviously not believed by them.

"Anyway, next semester will definitely be interesting." George seemed to wish the Hogwarts Express would turn around on the spot, return to school and start the next semester immediately.

"Yeah, it will definitely be interesting... I'm looking forward to it too." Ian looked out the window again. The closer he got to London, the hazier the drizzle in the sky seemed.

Not a clear picture.

It was as if the future could no longer be predicted by Ian.

As if it was destined, he started his magic journey one semester earlier than the other trio, and many things seemed to have changed quietly.

They are bound to cause unpredictable butterfly effects.

but.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing."

Ian raised his hand and gently wiped the car window.

The hazy scene outside seemed to become clearer as he wiped it. As the train approached the platform in London, he and his twin brother began to pack their things and walked towards the door.

"Wouldn't you like to come over to our house and play?"

George and Fred saw their parents coming to pick them up.

They turned and extended an invitation to Ian.

"Will have the opportunity next time."

Ian waved goodbye.

After the two brothers walked towards the Weasleys, he also stuffed the reluctant Dark Phoenix into a small suitcase and dragged the luggage towards the wall leading to the Muggle train station.

One step across.

It's another world.

The busy Muggle train station was packed with ordinary people waiting for trains. They did not notice Ian's appearance, nor did they notice anything different about this station.

"See you next semester."

Ian looked back at the stone wall that led to the world of magic and fantasy, left the train station, and walked towards a shabby 18-hand car that had been waiting there.

A white-haired lady kept looking around in front of the car.

"Long time no see, dear Director Elena." Ian walked up to the director of the orphanage and gave her a hug. He seemed to feel some long-lost emotions again.

"You've grown quite a bit, little one."

Dean Elena helped Ian put his luggage into the trunk.

“The food in school is good.”

Ian, with a big smile on his face, stuffed a big bag of cakes into the old man's hand.

"You also brought gifts for the other little ones, haha." Elena placed the small cake carefully on the passenger seat with surprise.

"This is a gift for you. I have prepared gifts for others as well." Ian remembered that the director of the orphanage loved cakes, but he only ate them a few times a year. There were also many kind-hearted people who donated to the orphanage, but the skinny old man wanted to leave the limited food for the children.

"Where is the professor at your school? Didn't he say he would send you back to London?" Dean Elena touched Ian's hair and expressed her dissatisfaction with the Hogwarts School for Gifted Youngsters.

"He left when he saw you. There were other students who needed him to escort." Ian chose to tell a little lie to avoid Ms. Elena's unnecessary worry.

"I still can't believe it. Our little Ian actually went to a good school. I don't think the rich kids in the school bullied you, did they?"

Ms. Elena pushed Ian into the back seat of the sedan.

She also went back to the driver's seat and started the car.

"My classmates are all easy to get along with. There is no bullying in Hogwarts, at least I haven't seen any." Ian blinked and said in a very cheerful tone.

"That's good! This shows that your school management must be very strict."

Elena breathed a sigh of relief.

She drove the shabby car towards home.

"You don't have to worry about my studies. I just want to know if my brothers and sisters miss me." Ian also temporarily put the magic world behind him. No matter where the future will go, what should and shouldn't happen has already happened.

Life has to go on.

(End of this chapter)