Hogwarts: Lacus doesn't want to be a witch who destroys nations.

Chapter 87 Two Worlds (1st update upon release)

As a young man who grew up under the red flag and a former Red Army soldier, Vova's mind was filled with materialism and scientific theories.

The emergence of magic was like a hammer, creating the first crack in his solid worldview. He could only vaguely attribute it to a form of energy, similar to genetic mutation, that had not yet been fully explained by science.

But vampires? Werewolves? In his mind, these things, like the Tsar, belonged to feudal dregs, dark-era legends used to fool rural peasant women.

He once thought that these things should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago, along with those priests and landlords.

Lux seemed completely oblivious to the turmoil in Vova's heart. She was enthusiastically rummaging through an equally tattered cloth bag, looking more like she had just returned from a shopping spree in Diagon Alley than from a crime scene.

Before leaving the house, she used a seamless expansion technique on her pockets, and the effect was excellent, allowing her to stuff a lot of things inside.

"Tsk, the climate here is terrible, even the flavored beans have lost their chewiness."

She picked up a bean that looked like it tasted like pineapple, looked at it with disdain, and then put it back in the bag.

She then pulled a crumpled newspaper from a pile of miscellaneous souvenirs, unfolded it on the dusty wooden box, and pointed to one corner for Vova.

Vova leaned closer. It was a newspaper he had never seen before. The paper had a peculiar texture, and the pictures on it were even moving.

A stern-looking wizard wearing a monocle is waving to the reader in the picture, and the newspaper's headline reads "The Daily Prophet" in an ornate font.

The article Lux was pointing to was titled, "Vampire activity is rampant in the Balkans; the Ministry of Magic reminds tourists to carry garlic and ash stakes when going out at night."

The report was very detailed, written in the style of popular science news, describing in detail the vampires' ecological habits, attack patterns, and physiological weaknesses, such as their fear of sunlight, allergies to certain types of wood and silver, and the need to regularly drink blood to sustain their lives. It even included an official notice from the Ministry of Magic, reminding wizards of safety precautions to take when traveling to the area.

"This—" Vova felt his throat go dry. He pointed at the newspaper, his voice trembling slightly, "This newspaper—is it from your place?" He finally realized the crux of the problem.

Lux's magic can be understood as a natural gift.

But the existence of this newspaper meant a vast world that was completely beyond his imagination, with its own independent social system, information channels, and even government agencies.

This information shocked and unsettled him more than any powerful magic.

He stared at Lux, his gaze shifting from initial surprise to an extremely serious and sharp scrutiny.

The question has shifted from "How can you be so amazing?"

This has become a more dangerous and fundamental question.

"Who are you? Where do you come from?"

Lux looked at Vova's face, which was filled with questions like "Who am I? Where am I? What's wrong with the world?" and finally gave up her playful thoughts.

Lux believes that in this extremely low-level underground wizarding organization, appropriately showing strength and revealing background is far more likely to gain trust and status than simply hiding.

More importantly, it makes operations easier; Lux now seems to know what LeBlanc's troubles are.

But why would he be a vampire?

Lux decides to confront the seemingly honest Vova, but only partially.

Lux placed a Veela translator earring in Vova's hand, gesturing for him to put it on. Vova, somewhat skeptical, clipped the earring onto his earlobe.

"Laksana Crownguard, second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gryffindor House. You can call me Lax. Nice to meet you."

"You're not mute? Wait, how come I understand English—" Vova was clearly flustered.

"My magic is a little different from what Anthony taught you, isn't it?" Lux didn't answer directly, but stood up and walked to a wooden table with a broken leg in the corner.

She drew the seemingly ordinary maple wand, without even uttering any incantation, but simply flicked her wrist.

The wooden table was transformed into a cat by the Transfiguration spell. After jumping around a couple of times, it turned into a toy airplane. After circling in the air, it turned back into a wooden table. Lux even repaired the broken leg of the wooden table.

This was completely different from the chaotic magic taught by Anthony.

This is an art form with absolute control.

"Anthony's magic is so crude that I doubt whether he actually attended classes properly."

Vova's pupils suddenly contracted. He looked at the wooden table, then at Lux's nonchalant expression, and the last bit of trust he had in "Anthony as a legitimate magic teacher" completely collapsed.

"In the wizarding world—" Lux finally spoke, her voice calm as she communicated with Vova.

"Magic is something that needs to be learned. There is a school called Hogwarts, where children start at age eleven and study systematically for five or seven years. We have textbooks, professors, and exams. We also have a government called the Ministry of Magic, which is responsible for maintaining order in the magical world and enacting laws, such as the Statute of Secrets, to ensure that our world cannot be discovered by people without magical abilities."

Lux used concise language to construct a brand new worldview for Vova.

A magical civilization with a complete social system hidden behind the Muggle world.

Vova listened quietly, his expression shifting from shock to bewilderment, then to sudden realization, and finally settling into a complex mix of anger and resentment.

He finally understood what Anthony meant by "wizards are born rulers" and "bloodline is supreme."

His theory is nothing more than a lie woven by a frog at the bottom of a well with its limited imagination.

Their so-called "Spark" organization was not a revolutionary vanguard against tyranny at all, but a group of blind people who had been deceived and had never even touched the door to the magical world. They were a group of blind people groping in the dark, yet they thought they had seen the dawn of the future.

A surge of anger rose within Vova.

He remembered Anthony's arrogant demeanor, his flashy but flawed magical theories, and his disdain for him, who was "only fit to repair tractors."

The seeds of disagreement between the two had already been sown, and Lux's words were the final straw that broke the camel's back.

He is a pragmatic man. He pursues magic not for some vague notion of world domination, but to better survive in this cruel world and protect those he wants to protect.

And now, a more efficient, powerful, and systematic source of magic stands before him.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed slightly to Lux in an unprecedentedly solemn tone.

"Master Lux," he addressed her in the most formal way, "please—teach me true magic."

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