Harry was certain almost instantly that the professor before him possessed genuine ability.
She was undoubtedly skilled in Divination; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so… eccentric.
The way to judge whether a Divination professor had true talent in the subject was to see if they were a bit unconventional. It was like assessing a male hairdresser’s skill—you judged by how flamboya...
2025-07-07 06:51:39 +0000 UTC View PostDumbledore had planned it all.
“Some will be chosen as apprentices, but not all,” Harry said, giving Dumbledore a peculiar look. “What do you take me for? My goal is the resurgence of the elements, to fully usher in an era of magic, not to save every single person in this world.”
Harry decided to leave the squibs be for now, to test their patience and sincerity. He would hol...
2025-07-07 06:51:31 +0000 UTC View PostIn the afternoon, Cassandra made her way to the library.
Her mind lingered on Harry’s words, prompting her to specifically seek out some information. When she read that, starting in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, Muggle peasant women would carry washboards to the river to scrub clothes, Cassandra was utterly incensed.
The accompanying illustration seared into her mind, and...
2025-07-06 14:46:01 +0000 UTC View Post[...It was he who saved those lost souls, he who ensured we no longer had to endure the anguish of a cursed bloodline, watching families torn apart, bonds of kinship scattered... This is something the Dark Lord could never achieve, something neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald could accomplish—not even in the farthest reaches of time has any wizard managed such a feat.]
[He changed the w...
2025-07-06 14:45:53 +0000 UTC View Post“Miss Malfoy’s condition?”
Mr. Flamel turned slowly, appraising Cassandra from head to toe, making her shift uncomfortably and tilt her head back.
“Exactly,” Harry said, following Flamel’s gaze toward Cassandra. “Last year, after Veratia woke up, she lost her magic. I’m worried that Cassandra might have some issue too… After all, you told us that tampering with tim...
2025-07-04 19:53:44 +0000 UTC View PostOr rather, the base of the totem itself was the house, entirely hollowed out, seemingly with three floors. Windows and doorways had been deliberately carved out, their openings visible.
From the castle, the massive totem had appeared grand and magnificent, but up close, it now seemed somewhat rough-hewn.
Harry sat cross-legged atop an earth elemental, hovering outside the totem. As ...
2025-07-04 19:53:28 +0000 UTC View PostHiding behind Cassandra, Poppy stuck out her tongue at Harry, looking utterly carefree with someone to back her up.
In the past, Poppy had always hidden behind Veratia, who was gentle and kind, while Cassandra seemed far less approachable. But things were different now. Seeing Poppy trapped in the body of a unicorn, Cassandra’s natural compassion had softened her usual haughtiness. Besi...
2025-07-03 21:34:57 +0000 UTC View PostThe empty ink bottles scattered across the room floated back into place as if time itself were reversing, streams of spilled ink flowing neatly back into their containers.
The Repairing Charm, Reparo, was one of the most commonly used spells in the wizarding world. Yet, the more widespread a spell, the more it demanded precision in its execution. The more objects needed restorati...
2025-07-03 21:34:51 +0000 UTC View PostThat evening, Harry spent the night at Malfoy Manor.
Lucius, on the other hand, was rather busy. He urgently sent a letter to Dumbledore.
However, it wasn’t until the next morning that he received a reply, prompting him to hurriedly leave Malfoy Manor and head to Hogwarts.
Upon learning that Cassandra had successfully escaped her predicament, Dumbledore wasted no time and im...
2025-07-02 21:04:53 +0000 UTC View PostThe test paper wasn’t so much an assessment of magical knowledge as it was a quiz on how well a fan knew their idol. This sort of thing wouldn’t raise eyebrows at a signing event at Flourish and Blotts or one of Gilderoy Lockhart’s fan meet-and-greets.
But it had no place in a Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
A professor’s job was to teach students magic, not to make...
2025-07-02 21:04:43 +0000 UTC View PostCassandra’s words weren’t entirely without basis. In fact, from the very beginning, she had mentioned the “Grimm’s Fairy Tales” story about Harry and Veratia at Nurmengard Castle.
Her teasing stemmed from her assumption that Harry would act like the prince who kisses Cinderella awake, planting a kiss on her.
But such riddles were lost on someone as dense as Harry—even if...
2025-07-01 21:26:03 +0000 UTC View PostNo matter how many times he’d told the story, Ron never seemed to tire of it.
Hagrid, for his part, was an excellent listener. He didn’t just nod along; he’d gasp and laugh at all the right moments, even chiming in with his own experiences—like how terrifying the Forbidden Forest could be under a moonless sky.
The mood was especially lively when Ron, with vivid flair, mimick...
2025-07-01 21:25:53 +0000 UTC View PostHarry suddenly recalled the legend of the Deathly Hallows and turned to Cassandra. “I remember, some time ago in Nurmengard, Headmaster Dumbledore told me that in his youth, he was obsessed with chasing the power of the Deathly Hallows, alongside Gellert Grindelwald… It’s said that whoever becomes the master of all three Hallows can conquer death and become the master of Death itself…...
2025-06-30 22:52:38 +0000 UTC View PostIn short, over the weekend, Harry’s apprentices became the most popular people in the castle. Wherever they went, students crowded around them, eager to hear every detail of their trial and what the centaur tribe was really like.
Even Penelope, one of the more level-headed apprentices, had made it clear that the trial wasn’t as glamorous as others imagined. The oppressive darkness, th...
2025-06-30 22:52:19 +0000 UTC View Post“How touching, Potter,” Cassandra said, propping her chin with one hand, a playful smile curling her lips. The tear-shaped mole at the corner of her eye stood out strikingly. “It’s like watching Cinderella escape her wicked stepmother… Merlin’s beard, I feel like I’m in a Grimm’s fairy tale. Shall I gift you a pair of crystal high heels?”
Harry shot back reflexively, “...
2025-06-29 21:33:30 +0000 UTC View Post“They can’t stay students forever. These wonderful times only last seven years,” Harry said, shaking his head. “Those seventh-years will become part of wizarding society the moment they graduate, but are they truly ready to face its rules? Do they have what it takes?”
“From the day they become shaman apprentices, as long as they don’t give up, they’ll walk a path entirely ...
2025-06-29 21:33:23 +0000 UTC View PostCassandra’s smile abruptly faded.
Yet, in this shroud of darkness, Harry couldn’t make out the shift in her expression.
His intuition, however, told him that Cassandra was far from pleased.
“So, your happiness came to a screeching halt the moment you saw me, is that it?”
Cassandra’s voice was soft, but it carried enough weight to make her displeasure clear to H...
2025-06-28 20:21:37 +0000 UTC View PostWhat preparations?
Naturally, preparations to forge a connection with the fire element.
If the apprentices had previously felt little about this task—perhaps only a sense of novelty at the prospect of mastering a new element—that had now utterly changed.
The long night, the dark journey, the helpless predicaments, and the safety brought by firelight and flames—especially...
2025-06-28 20:21:23 +0000 UTC View PostHarry took two cautious steps forward, arriving at Cassandra’s side.
“Miss Malfoy?” he called softly.
Cassandra, lying before him, remained deep in slumber, showing no sign of stirring.
“Cassandra?” Harry ventured again, his voice bolder as he called her name.
Yet, she still gave no indication of waking.
How could he rouse her?
Perhaps a spell might...
2025-06-27 21:15:33 +0000 UTC View PostThe spiders surged forward like a tidal wave, only to recede just as swiftly.
The blazing trees and fallen leaves illuminated the surroundings, the ground littered with the corpses of dead spiders, their yellow and green bodily fluids mingling in a nauseating blend of charred stench and acidic reek.
The massive spider with seven twitching limbs stood out, especially as Baine’s spe...
2025-06-27 21:15:24 +0000 UTC View Post“Professor,” Harry called out as he stepped into the Headmaster’s office, searching for any sign of Dumbledore.
To his disappointment, Dumbledore was nowhere to be found.
With remarkable patience, Harry settled into a chair in the office, waiting for over half an hour until Dumbledore finally entered from outside.
The sight of Harry caught Dumbledore off guard, a brief f...
2025-06-26 20:38:38 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone realized something was amiss—there was a commotion up ahead. Their instincts screamed to steer clear of the unnatural sounds that shouldn’t belong in the Forbidden Forest’s night, sounds that were anything but friendly.
Yet, despite their reluctance, their bodies pressed forward along the tangled forest path—because that’s where Mosag was leading them.
And so, the...
2025-06-26 20:38:30 +0000 UTC View PostAfter the feast concluded, Dumbledore, as he did every year, directed everyone to sing the school song.
“Even in the darkest of times, never forget to hold on to hope,” Dumbledore said, waving his hand before the candles. “But we can always find joy, and that is the quality we truly need.”
With that, he raised his hand and announced, “Now, let us sing the school song toget...
2025-06-25 19:57:28 +0000 UTC View PostThe Forbidden Forest during the day was manageable enough—at least there was light to illuminate the surroundings. But after sunset, everything took on a starkly different appearance. The rows of interwoven tree trunks and branches formed an impenetrable web, like the lair of some terrifying creature, ready to swallow any foolish human who dared to enter.
Even for seventh-year students ...
2025-06-25 19:57:15 +0000 UTC View PostThe Dementors hovering on the horizon had little to do with them. Truth be told, even if Harry knew he was being targeted by Dementors, he might not care much.
Would you care if a few grasshoppers tried to nibble at you?
“These carriages…” Hermione said, frowning, “they seem to move on their own, don’t they? Otherwise, why can’t we see the horses pulling them?”
...
2025-06-24 22:23:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe centaur tribe’s primal worship of the elements seemed to focus primarily on fire and earth. The new decorations and symbols scattered throughout their camp confirmed this observation.
As for water and air elements… Harry had only seen totems related to these in Triton’s tent.
“The elements say… we may seek your guidance,” Triton said softly, his eyes fixed on Harry. ...
2025-06-24 22:23:37 +0000 UTC View Post“So, you’ve all finished your homework?” Harry said, chewing on a Chocolate Frog, one of its legs still twitching helplessly near his mouth.
At Harry’s words, the small piece of Cauldron Cake in Ron’s hand slipped and fell to the floor with a splat.
“Merlin’s beard, I haven’t done my Potions essay!” Ron groaned, clutching his head. He bent down, picked up the Cauld...
2025-06-23 21:57:47 +0000 UTC View PostLike arcane, fel, holy, and other powers, the elements have never belonged to any single individual.
Ever since Dumbledore permitted Harry to erect the first shaman altar at Hogwarts last year, Harry had been diligently offering sacrifices and communing with the elements. His efforts had gradually stirred signs of awakening in the elements within Hogwarts’ grounds.
It was as if a ...
2025-06-23 21:57:36 +0000 UTC View PostBy the Black Lake, after Harry's mother scolded his father, she turned and stormed off. The black-haired boy grinned mischievously, teasing Harry’s father, James Potter, with a familiar nickname…
“Down on your luck, Prongs?”
Was this a relic of his father’s?
“We don’t know whose it was, but whoever made this thing was an absolute genius,” Fred and George said f...
2025-06-22 19:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe laughter among the apprentices stopped abruptly, each of Harry’s words striking their hearts like a heavy hammer—no longer a shaman?
Harry’s demonstration had been swift, so fast they barely registered it. The sight of his singed hair at the end was somewhat comical, almost funny.
But none of the apprentices had ever imagined that such a thing could determine whet...
2025-06-22 19:00:53 +0000 UTC View Post