Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

Ron disappeared from Hogwarts for a week and didn't return to the school until the end of September, but it didn't cause much of a stir.

School life continued peacefully, but Sakho felt quite busy.

On one hand, he's learning amazing spells from Professor Flitwick—he's already joined Professor Flitwick's club.

On one hand, they need to fish, eat, and exercise, and on the other hand, they need to go for a night run from time to time.

Excluding the 3 hours he sleeps, he always manages to fill the remaining 21 hours with activities.

However, there was one thing that left him somewhat helpless.

It seems like he and Rachel have passed the honeymoon phase. They've only been together for a month, but he feels like Rachel has been avoiding him lately.

She was somewhat like a 35-year-old programmer whose work and life had both collapsed. She couldn't stand up straight at the company, nor could she stand up straight at home. When October came, Rachel stopped paying her dues, held hands, chatted, kissed, and left without a trace of lingering affection, even with a hint of fleeing in panic.

However, Sakho could understand. After all, working overtime late into the night for twenty days a month is something even the toughest man couldn't handle, let alone a girl. It's quite an achievement that Rachel managed to clock in for a full month.

"Open source and cost reduction... it seems like open source is the only option now."

What is open source?

A curious voice came from behind. Turning around, I saw Harry and Cho Chang, who had just returned from their walk with brooms in hand.

"I really envy you guys," Sako clicked his tongue. "You two have such a good relationship."

"Sark, did you and Rachel break up?" Harry asked, somewhat surprised. "Weren't you two getting along well before? What happened these past few days?"

"No, that's not it." Sakho waved his hand. "She just wants to take a break, let me change things up, maybe date someone else or something."

"Um???"

A string of question marks appeared on Harry's forehead.

"So, that rumor is true?" Qiu asked curiously, her eyes wide.

"What rumor?" Sakho was also a little puzzled. "I don't know."

Zhang Qiu seemed to be suppressing a laugh, struggling to hold it in: "The legend of a monster-like man who can hold nine umbrellas a day."

Sakho was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Qiu with a complicated expression and asked, "How did you know?"

"I heard it from Elodie, the prefect of Hufflepuff. There was a prefects' meeting on October 1st, but Rachel didn't get up that day. Elodie went to the dormitory to look for Rachel and then heard her talking in her sleep."

"Oh..." Sakho scratched his head, "Has word spread?"

"Quite a few girls know about this, but is it really true?"

Looking at Qiu's curious face, Sako reached into his backpack and handed her an unopened box.

"You two be careful. It seems like this isn't sold in the magical world. The potion tastes bitter and sour; it's really not good. It's not the taste of love."

Upon seeing the box, Cho blushed instantly and quickly waved her hands, saying, "Harry and I don't need this... please... take it back..."

"What is this?" Harry, who had been completely bewildered, looked down at the box in Cho Chang's hand and read out the prominent word on it: "Durex?"

"It's a bulletproof AT field; anyone who uses it can rest assured."

Sakho waved and left: "I wish you a pleasant life, and safety first."

#

"I knew Rachel's been acting weird these past few days..."

Sarco walked through the foyer to the outside of the castle. Half of life's great pleasures were gone at this moment. Bored, he strolled to his old fishing spot, transformed a tree branch into a fishing rod, waved his wand to get some bait, sat down on the dock, and entered a meditative state.

Today, the giant squid didn't come to fish; instead, it lazily sunbathed in the middle of Black Lake.

Without any physical cheats, Shaco's fishing wasn't going so smoothly today.

For three or four hours in a row, he caught nothing. Just minutes before he was about to head home as the sun was about to set, suddenly—the fishing rod in his hand suddenly felt a pull. Startled from his daze, Sakho began a fierce battle with the big fish in the lake.

After that terrible experience of being dragged along by a big fish in the Black Lake, Sakho put a lot of magic on his fishing rod.

He firmly planted himself in a horse stance, using his strength to stabilize his posture. He alternated between loosening and tightening his grip, using the large fish in the lake to wear it down.

Time passed second by second, and even the sun was about to sink below the distant horizon. Before the last brilliant rays of the sunset faded away, the exhausted fish was finally dragged to the surface by Saco.

"This is definitely a behemoth weighing over 200 pounds!"

Excited, Sakho dragged the fish toward the shore, but just as the big fish he had been longing for was pulled out of the water—

Holy crap!!!

A series of incredibly ugly seaweed heads appeared in front of him.

A black lake merman with crooked eyes and a crooked mouth was dragged out of the water, a fishhook hanging tightly in its mouth. The fishing line, reinforced with ancient magic, was so strong that it was impossible to bite through it. Even though the guy's teeth were worn down, it couldn't leave any trace of wear on the line.

"My fish! My two-hundred-pound Black Lake fish!"

The fisherman's grief-stricken shouts echoed across the Black Lake. Shaco, trembling with rage, drew his wand and pointed it menacingly at the Black Lake mermaid who seemed to still be trying to get up and hurl insults at him.

A familiar feeling, as if an immortal were stroking my head and granting me eternal life, suddenly welled up in my heart.

"Master Dao, I've already grasped the meaning?"

After a month of struggling with human transformation, he finally grasped the basics and instantly maxed out his experience bar, his proficiency level skyrocketed to mastery, and then he added talent points, a sense of clarity flowing through his entire body.

"I've got it, Daoist Master."

Saco tossed the fishing rod aside, kicked the Black Lake Mermaid he had transformed into an inflatable pufferfish more than a hundred meters away, and then turned and left with a flourish.

He returned to the auditorium, just as the banquet was beginning.

"Honey."

Sakho sat down next to Rachel and took a bite of the steak she forked.

"Actually, those rumors don't matter. They're just trying to flatter you and steal your boyfriend, you know!"

"Beware of fire, theft, and your best friend—you know that saying, right?"

"No!" Rachel turned her head away pitifully. "Mrs. Pomfrey told me that I'm hyperactive yet sleepy, and I talk in my sleep at night because my body is exhausted and I've taken too many stimulants..."

"Sharing is a virtue in Hufflepuff. Isn't there a really pretty girl in your class? Melody Russell! Why don't you try asking her out?"

"I don't date children; she's a minor."

Sakho waved his hand decisively; he remembered that classmate with the perky butt.

"Shall I introduce you to my roommate?"

"Not to my taste. I saw it before; I don't like people with freckles."

Sakho and Rachel looked at each other for a few seconds, then Sakho sighed, "Okay, whatever you say."

"I love you!" Rachel kissed Sako on the lips. "From now on, I'll spend the whole Saturday with you, and I won't care about the rest of the time."

"Actually, I had Elodie tell the news." Rachel stuck out her tongue. "I've fallen asleep in class several times. This can't go on. I'm the prefect, and I have a lot of things to do."

"Is this the magnanimity of wealthy families?"

"What wealthy family?" Rachel scoffed softly. "I just didn't want to get too involved with a bad guy like you. Who told you to be so skilled?"