Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

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Several seconds passed, and nothing happened.

Harry's first attempt at casting the spell failed.

As expected, he failed.

He wasn't Merlin; he couldn't automatically learn to use the Imperius Curse after watching Victor's dubious demonstration once. This advanced magic was far beyond the knowledge of someone his age, even for a savior like him.

The star-shaped tip of the wand lit up briefly, but instead of emitting any magic, it went out as if the power had been cut off.

Harry cautiously opened his eyes, somewhat frustrated to find he hadn't succeeded. The spider on the table simply shifted its position and remained motionless.

"It might be a problem with the casting animation not being standard enough," Victor said after watching for a while. "Unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure what the correct casting animation is either. My magic was learned according to the descriptions in the *Wizarding Magic*, and this part is missing."

"Wizardry magic?"

Harry wore that bewildered and confused expression.

Judging from the name, isn't "Wizard Law" the criminal law of the wizarding world? Can it be used for learning?

But Victor still didn't answer his question, only shook his head and gestured for Harry to try a few more times. In this situation, Harry could only accept his failure and start waving the fairy wand again. But apart from the first time it emitted a faint light...

For the rest of the time, they remained completely still.

Harry could only try to recall what constituted the correct way to cast a spell.

If he wanted Fred and George to do homework for the rest of their lives—

He had to be able to command them at all times, and incidentally, make them get good grades—yes, just like this, making the spider obey his commands at all times, which was also for its own good.

On the seventh time, Harry swung his wand with some determination.

Suddenly, he felt a white mist envelop his consciousness. He seemed to have suddenly moved from the Divination Room at Hogwarts to another place—with large, hazy things moving within the mist.

Then he heard a muffled voice, a man's voice, somber and somewhat impatient, "Another prophecy—Pierce, I hope this time you bring some good news."

"—I will fail seven times? Trelawney must be blind to come up with such a foolish conclusion. Not only am I incapable of failure, but I would never stoop to stealing the Philosopher's Stone from Hogwarts, nor would I possibly fall into any trap that mortals cannot avoid—..."

"—For you to say something like that, there must be something wrong with the spell Lucius cast. Let me help you readjust it..."

"imper io!"

Harry felt a jolt of electricity run through his spine, causing him to instinctively raise his hand and swing the white fairy wand with surprising practiced ease. His own voice seemed to merge with the voice he heard in the mist: "Imperio!"

The stars lit up again, emitting a fluorescent white light.

Immediately afterwards, the little spider on the table in front of Harry stood up on its hind legs, as if it were a person, and began to run around the table in terror.

The spell was successful.

But Harry only felt a headache coming on. The scar on his head began to feel faintly hot, just like when school started, making him want to reach out and touch it. After a dozen seconds, he slowly came to his senses and remembered what had just happened—he wasn't even in the mood to care about his successful spell.

Who is Pierce? And who is that male voice? He only knows the names Lucius and Trelawney. The former is Malfoy's father and is said to have worked for the Dark Lord. Trelawney is supposedly the former professor of divination—"

While Harry was deep in thought, Victor, standing in front of him, slowly clapped for him.

"Smack."

"Smack."

"Well done. I never thought you'd succeed. You seem to have a real talent for this. I just don't know why you weren't sorted into Slytherin. I remember they have a lot of books on the subject to read there."

"...What does this have to do with Slytherin?" Harry asked, a little puzzled, but quickly shook his head anxiously.

"No, that's not the point. Professor, I heard something while I was casting the spell. I don't know what it was—but it sounded like many people were talking in my ear. I heard a man's voice I didn't recognize, and they were talking about prophecy and stealing the Philosopher's Stone."

"Steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Victor seemed intrigued. "Who would want to steal it?"

"Listen, I'm not sure." Harry briefly recounted the prophecy he heard, then added uncertainly, "I heard him use this spell on someone named Pierce."

“Pierce—Pierce Sinkness?” Victor thought for a moment and said, “I vaguely remember that name. He was the one who signed my certificate of no criminal record. I recall he was the Director of the Enforcement Division of the Ministry of Magic.”

"The head of law enforcement? Then, if someone cast the Imperio spell on him, it can only be—"

"I want to control him."

Victor finished Harry's sentence, then calmly said, "So, what you heard must have been the voice of that mysterious person."

The air in the classroom suddenly became stagnant and quiet.

Harry stared blankly for a long time before finally finding his voice: "But—why do I hear his voice? He's not—"

"It should be related to the wand. I remember the mysterious man tried to kill you but failed, and died from the backlash of his own spell. Perhaps that's how you heard his voice," Victor said calmly. "It's also possible that the mysterious man isn't dead at all—a wizard as skilled in magic as him would likely have some backup plans."

Harry suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Voldemort was still alive?

Then, Harry remembered the Philosopher's Stone again, finally connecting all the unexpected events of the semester:

He had heard about the Philosopher's Stone and Nicole Lemès from Hagrid before Christmas, and also knew that the Philosopher's Stone was at Hogwarts. Considering Snape's attempt to break into the end of the fourth-floor corridor, and the close relationship between Slytherin and Voldemort, everything seemed to indicate that Voldemort wanted the Philosopher's Stone.

He might want to use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect!

Harry's eyes widened immediately, and he hurriedly said, "Then Professor—we should go protect the Philosopher's Stone, it's in danger—" "Don't worry, the Philosopher's Stone is safe."

Victor simply said that.

"Furthermore, the prophecy you mentioned says he won't succeed, so he is destined to fail, because prophecies cannot be changed."

So, are we just going to do nothing?

Harry questioned this in his mind, but looking at Victor's expression, he didn't actually ask the question aloud—because he knew it would be useless to say it, as Victor seemed to genuinely believe it.

He then listlessly put his wand down again.

The ribbons on his wand seemed to droop down along with his changing mood.

Harry eventually left with this important news. Judging from his hurried departure, he was eager to tell Hermione and Ron the news, and he was even somewhat absent-minded when saying goodbye to Victor.

This also prevented him from noticing the thoughtful expression on Victor's face.

In the empty classroom, Victor slowly blinked his sinister black eyes.

He was thinking—

Voldemort wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

He will ultimately fail.

But does this mean that, during Voldemort's defeat, the Philosopher's Stone might have fallen into an unattended state?