Eighth Floor Corridor, Hogwarts Castle
"I've heard your singing," said the Fat Lady, the guardian of Gryffindor Tower, her tone slightly melancholic. "They say your voice carries deep emotion. I used to be able to do that, too. But now… I'm just a painting."
"You're overthinking it," Ino replied gently. "Emotion comes from memory. If you can recall something that once moved you,...
Christmas.
It was a holiday that really shouldn't have much to do with wizards, and yet—somehow—it had become one of the most anticipated times of the year at Hogwarts.
As the final week before Christmas began, the atmosphere in the castle grew more lively with each passing day.
Everyone seemed to be in an unusually high-spirited mood, especially because this year's Chr...
Mid-December arrived in a hush.
On an otherwise uneventful weekend, a gentle drizzle mingled with the faintest trace of snowflakes, drifting quietly through the air.
Perhaps it was too early in the season, or maybe the rain diluted the snowfall—but the snowflakes never stayed. Each one would vanish before it could even touch the ground, melting into the cold mist as though they'...
Ian wasn’t in the best of moods.
He walked through the corridor beneath the Great Hall, the torches on the walls burning brightly, casting flickering shadows on the murals that depicted countless lifelike feasts and banquets. The hallway smelled faintly of roasted meat and fresh bread, but that did little to lift his spirits.
When he reached a giant painting of a fruit still-lif...
Headmaster's Office, Eighth Floor – Hogwarts
The walls were lined with portraits of past headmasters and headmistresses, each one a silent testament to the rich magical history of Hogwarts.
Every painting seemed to hold within it a fragment of some long-forgotten tale — some whispered their old glories from time to time, others pretended to sleep, occasionally snoring theatric...
As expected.
Ian missed the entire Hogwarts dinner.
After returning to the common room to hide the box securely in his trunk—complete with a Concealment Charm—he took a detour instead of heading straight to the kitchens to sate his hunger.
The cold wind outside the castle whistled through the cracks of the stone walls.
Ian wasn’t the kind of young wizard who wo...
Who could resist the allure of becoming Ravenclaw’s little emperor? The male prefect giving you back rubs, the female prefect washing your feet, the entire student body lining up to welcome the return of Ravenclaw’s lost diadem.
Such a scene might seem a bit childish to a high schooler.
But for a math major who’d been suddenly transported to the magical world—without the c...
Time flows like water.
And the changes it brings often happen so subtly, we barely notice them.
Like reflections in a rippling pond, memories grow hazy with the passage of time—familiar scenes and emotions slowly fading into a distant blur.
It had been three full days since the first task of the Triwizard Tournament.
In that short span, Hogwarts Castle had experien...
Sixth Floor, Hogwarts Castle
Transfiguration Office
Professor McGonagall sat alone at her desk, looking uncharacteristically fatigued. The recent chain of events had taken its toll on her.
What was supposed to be a standard Triwizard Tournament had twisted into something entirely different after one unexpected incident.
She wasn’t yet sure how the international wiz...
As it turned out, when one wielded the truth, even a mischievous poltergeist could be made to reason.
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have scared you! I deeply regret it!" Peeves pleaded, realizing there was no way to escape.
"Who were you calling a little troublemaker?" Ian demanded, his wand still raised, his eyes cold and piercing.
"It's me! I'm the wicked Peeves!" The polterg...
Perhaps it was the nature of serpents, or simply Salazar Slytherin's personal preference.
The Slytherin dormitory, nestled deep within the castle's underground chambers, always seemed to exude a profound and delicate silence, allowing its occupants to sink into contemplation undisturbed.
Inside the dormitory.
Ino stood up, pausing for a few seconds before sitting back down ...
The Sanctuary Valley
Leaning against an oak tree, Ino held the diadem in his hands, deep in thought.
His recent contemplation had cleared up many previously vague matters.
It seemed that ever since Harry's dreams during the summer, Barty Crouch Jr. had already returned to Voldemort’s side. Otherwise, given Voldemort’s current state, he wouldn’t have been able to do m...
Snape had no desire to witness Ian’s struggle to distribute his spoils once again. With a dramatic sweep of his cloak, he turned sharply and opted for a more secluded route back to his safe house.
Along the way, many young wizards saw the Slytherin Head of House with a stormy expression. No one dared to greet him or provoke him—after all, the old bat even kicked a passing toad out of...
"Brewing potions is not the same as cooking!"
Snape’s furious roar was deafening.
Yet, it did little to truly impress upon his students. The young witches and wizards remained silent—not out of conviction, but sheer intimidation.
"Look at the mess you've caused!"
Snape was already regretting letting Ian get hands-on experience. Some things were best left at theor...
Upon suddenly hearing Dumbledore’s name, Ino found himself at a loss for how to respond.
To be honest, given the current situation, he had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking.
But one thing seemed certain—the old Headmaster had likely miscalculated.
Before the entire student body of Hogwarts, as well as guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, he had openly cast an Unfo...
The fire went out.
Ian wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
"If it weren't for me, this potion would have been ruined!"
Just as a firekeeper must bring his own fuel, mastering heat control was a skill in itself.
Whether it was cooking food or brewing potions, precise heat control was always crucial. It determined success or failure, victory or defeat. In Ia...
A long and quiet corridor stretched across the second floor of the castle, its atmosphere tinged with an eerie stillness.
On one side, it led to Madam Pomfrey’s office and the infirmary; on the other, it connected to the ever-moving staircases of Hogwarts.
The midday sunlight filtered through the windowpanes, casting fragmented shadows onto the cold stone floor.
Standing ...
Daphne’s happiness? Gone.
Snape’s legendary scolding of latecomers? Also gone.
Ian’s mood? Visibly deflated.
“What’s wrong?” Aurora cast a concerned glance at her companion sitting beside her.
Ian let out a heavy sigh, his eyes dull as he watched Snape stride up to the podium.
“I lost all my excitement for today.”
He had even prepared a ...
After Professor McGonagall made her firm stance clear, Madame Maxime turned and left without hesitation.
The affairs of Hogwarts and the English Ministry of Magic had nothing to do with her, a French headmistress. Staying any longer would only make it seem as though she was here to witness a spectacle.
Her departure also prompted Karkaroff to leave, as it would be inappropriate fo...
Punctual. On time.
Not even a second late, with time to spare.
Ian had no intention of giving Snape the chance to ask about the recipe for the Draught of Living Death.
“Ian! Over here! Over here!”
William, the green-haired boy, had probably been in the classroom for a while.
Unfortunately, he looked rather pitiful among the other young wizards. Most studen...
As Ino stepped into the hospital wing, he ignored Harry and went straight toward Snape.
There was no particular reason—only that the professor’s current state seemed rather unstable.
Snape stood alone in the corner, seemingly calm, but his eyes no longer held the usual emptiness and cold indifference. Instead, they were filled with complex emotions.
"Professor, are you ...
Hogwarts Library
Immersed in the vast ocean of knowledge, Ian was unaware that his performance in Transfiguration class had sparked a deep conversation between the current and future Headmasters in the Headmaster’s office.
The world of Transfiguration was endlessly fascinating.
The steady improvement of his skills made it all the more enjoyable.
[Transfiguration (...
The Killing Curse—one of the three Unforgivable Curses.
Its infamy far surpasses that of the Imperius and Cruciatus Curses. The distinctive flash of green light is a harbinger of death, an undeniable symbol of fear.
Certainly, many spells can kill—even simple household magic could be twisted to deadly use in the right circumstances.
But no spell carries the same undenia...
The corridors of Hogwarts were eerily quiet, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight that cast long, wavering shadows along the stone walls. The steady sound of Professor McGonagall’s heels echoed softly as she moved with purpose, her face betraying an uncharacteristic tension.
The castle held its secrets well, but the burden she now carried demanded an audience with the one man ...
The Triwizard Tournament's arena was the Quidditch pitch, repurposed for the competition.
As a standard Quidditch stadium, the field itself was not particularly large—an oval measuring 800 feet long and 500 feet wide.
Surrounding it were towering stands, which naturally allowed mist and fog to gather easily.
From the moment the spell was cast, only a dozen seconds had pas...
A Successful Magical Experiment!
A Perfectly Verified Hypothesis!
At this moment—
Ian had finally confirmed his theory.
The essence of Transfiguration was indeed different from other branches of magic.
Professor McGonagall was right.
Among all forms of magic, Transfiguration held a special place.
If spells like Avada Kedavra, Incendio, and Fi...
Time always seems to slip away in the midst of laughter.
As the hourglass trickled down to its final moments, the competition field had turned into a spectacle of fantasy.
Ice flowers bloomed across the entire arena, while two-foot-high Whomping Willows swayed gently. Tiny fairies flitted about in shimmering clusters, and Puffskeins rolled around like little balls of fur. Even the...
It wasn’t just Ian.
All the young wizards in the classroom were somewhat bewildered. They didn’t understand why Professor McGonagall was suddenly so furious. Wasn’t it just a puff of green smoke?
"Before class began, I distinctly remember reminding you all that caution is the foremost principle when learning Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall’s sharp gaze locked onto I...
Dragons are classified as 5X-level magical creatures by the Ministry of Magic, making them some of the most dangerous beings in the wizarding world.
Their thick, impervious scales offer protection from most spells, while their immense strength, razor-sharp claws, and fiery breath are the stuff of nightmares for any unfortunate wizard who dares face them.
Yet, just moments ago, in ...
So that's how it is. That's the truth. And yet, it's nothing more than that.
The mist that had clouded Ian's mind for so long dissipated silently at that moment. The path ahead was no longer just about climbing to the peak of the mountain.
Beyond the mist, the sky itself awaited.
"Wizards are gods..."
It was clear.
This was not merely a metaphor comparing wiza...