Under Professor McGonagall's guidance, they bypassed the main entrance of the Quidditch stadium and arrived at a secluded side gate.
"You'll have to go in on your own. Bagman is already inside."
Outside the entrance, Professor McGonagall gave the two of them a deep look before adding, "And lastly… good luck."
"Thank you!" Unlike Harry, who was visibly tense, Ino nodded se...
A cat.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a human.
The scene sent waves of shock and astonishment through the classroom.
"A cat! The cat turned into a professor!"
"Merlin's beard! I was just thinking about taking it back to our dorm!"
"That's amazing! I want to turn into a turtle! The kind that lives for thousands of years!"
Seeing the exciteme...
The next morning, the sun barely peeked over the horizon when the castle burst to life.
By late November, the Scottish Highlands had plunged into freezing temperatures. Despite the chill, Hogwarts students woke early, their excitement overpowering any reluctance to leave their warm beds.
Everyone hurriedly washed, dressed, and gathered their gear — colorful banners enchanted wit...
The rain poured down in torrents.
It cascaded down the towering spires and winding walls of the castle, forming glistening rivulets that flowed into the darkness of the night. The sky, torn apart by invisible hands, was streaked with brilliant flashes of lightning, illuminating the castle in a series of flickering bursts.
With each deafening clap of thunder, the eerie glow from th...
Gryffindor.
The bustling common room was filled with laughter and cheers. Ginny had just chased after Harry, a moment that might have gone unnoticed by most people. However, Hermione had witnessed it all.
A smile of genuine relief and happiness surfaced on her face. She understood her friends well, and when it came to Ginny, she knew the feelings were sincere. Unlike others who a...
The first-year coursework hadn't posed much of a challenge for the newly enrolled young wizards.
Before long, they had all made their way into the common room.
Then, a pair of prefects—one male, one female—gave speeches brimming with self-importance, clearly relishing the attention. Their public-speaking skills weren't bad, and the common room erupted in applause, filled with ...
In an empty classroom, the atmosphere was unexpectedly relaxed.
"Miss Skeeter! There's no need to be nervous—just relax! This is just an ordinary interview."
Looking at Rita Skeeter, the once arrogant and detestable journalist from the original story, Ino couldn’t help but feel a twinge of amusement.
The woman who had once carried herself with an air of absolute confide...
The stars sparkled in the night sky.
Silvery moonlight streamed through the towering windows of the castle's high towers, cutting through the darkness like a soft cascade, casting a gentle glow on the ancient stone walls and wooden beams.
"Don't push! Upperclassmen, make way for the younger students."
"I was this close—this close—to falling and breaking my neck! When is...
Time always seems to pass unnoticed, slipping away day by day.
Before long, November had reached its end.
On the morning before the tournament, all the champions were gathered in a designated classroom within the castle.
As per tradition, before the Triwizard Tournament commenced, the champions' wands had to undergo an official inspection.
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Second Floor of ...
The other professors had already left the Great Hall.
Now, only Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall remained. The Sorting Hat's ear-piercing shrieks had finally worn down Dumbledore's patience.
"Professor Snape," Dumbledore began, his tone as gentle as ever, "as the Sorting Hat itself has stated, it is one of Hogwarts' most treasured artifacts. None of us have the authority to damag...
The Room of Requirement.
The spacious room appeared somewhat mysterious in the candlelight.
But what was even more mysterious was the current statement from Hermione.
"Are you sure? You heard the voice of Lady Ravenclaw?" Ino's expression grew solemn.
To be honest, this information took him by surprise. In theory, once the diadem was placed in the Sanctuary, any ling...
The feast began.
All the students immediately switched into full-on eating mode.
At the same time, ghosts from all corners of the castle emerged, giving quite a scare to many of the new students. Ian was no exception—his gaze lingered on the ghosts with fascination.
Each one had a translucent body, devoid of any vibrant colors, quite different from the departed souls in t...
"No need to exchange anything! I can make this decision myself! When Professor Snape gave me the notes, he already said that whoever can complete it will receive the honor."
Hermione bit her lip lightly, her expression stubborn.
"Don't be so quick to refuse! You'll see, it'll help you." Ino explained with a smile before asking, "But I'm more curious right now—how much time did y...
Daphne chose to embrace calm amidst the horror and fear of what lay ahead.
The Slytherin table erupted into chaos.
"Did she just… die?"
A few young witches and wizards hesitantly moved forward, one of them reaching out to check for Daphne's breath. At the staff table, several professors had already risen from their seats, making Snape's abrupt reaction seem somewhat less ...
In the fine tapestry of life, there's always an unexpected thread of a different color that appears from time to time.
Yet, it is precisely because of these different colored threads that the tapestry called life becomes vibrant and colorful.
…
The next morning.
After washing up, Ino heard some rather surprising news.
"You're sure you want to start a magazin...
The Great Hall erupted into hushed whispers, all eyes fixed on Aurora. No one even spared a glance at Daphne, whose legs had given out beneath her.
Grindelwald.
To Daphne, that name could determine the fate of her entire family.
To the pure-blood and half-blood students present, it was nothing short of legendary—the name that once made all of Europe tremble.
Some s...
In the original story, because Cedric was among the champions, the Hufflepuffs didn't cause any trouble.
But now the situation had been completely reversed. With Ino in Slytherin, they had chosen to remain on the sidelines, leaving the task of criticizing Harry to fall on the Hufflepuffs.
Even after a month and a half had passed, the badgers* were still not at peace with the situa...
"There's always a winding, seven-colored river in Fairy Tale Town, dividing ideals from reality, only to merge again in the valley ahead..."
Standing in the midst of a sea of vibrant flowers, Ino softly hummed a song.
It was truly magical. Even though a long time had passed, every time he saw these flowers, he couldn't help but recall that experience.
A simple Christmas hat...
Shakespeare once wrote in his poetry:
"Those who waste time, time wastes them."
But Ino never agreed with this statement. For no matter how much one cherishes time, time will still silently abandon them.
A month and a half had passed since the last meeting in Diagon Alley.
It was now mid-November, with less than two weeks remaining until the first event of the Triwizard ...
At the front of the Great Hall, the professors sat in their designated seats, each one displaying varying degrees of anticipation.
Seated at the very center was Albus Dumbledore, clad in his signature deep purple robes. His long silver-white hair and beard were impeccably groomed, and his eyes, twinkling with warmth behind his half-moon spectacles, swept over the gathered students.
"What danger?"
Cho Chang was the first to speak, cutting off Ian before he could respond.
"The Sorting Ceremony, of course."
The aloof girl scanned the three of them with a cold gaze.
"There's a special test at Hogwarts—one that determines where each student truly belongs."
Her golden hair shimmered under the lantern's glow as she spoke, her expression serio...
The sky darkened as the cold air and gathering clouds hastened the arrival of night.
"Found them!"
A towering half-giant, Hagrid, his face covered in a thick, unruly beard, raised his lantern high. A group of first-year students, huddled together, followed him as he made his way toward the Black Lake.
"Who are those two?"
"Are they first-years too? Why didn't they ta...
The narrow path twisted and turned.
The setting sun cast dappled light through the trees, painting golden-red patterns on the worn cobblestones. The small road leading to Hogwarts seemed almost wrapped in a veil of warm twilight.
At the end of the path, a towering castle loomed on the horizon, its silhouette blending into the sky.
"You're quite the audacious little schemer,...
Prying up wooden planks.
Digging the soil.
Lifting the coffin.
Burying it again and covering it with planks.
Practice makes perfect. Ian had grown so accustomed to this process that he moved through the steps effortlessly, finishing the task without much effort. For once, he was able to crawl onto his rigid wooden bed before eleven at night.
"At least it's goo...
Time passed in silent, unceasing motion.
Like grains of sand slipping through his fingers.
Before he knew it, the eve of the new school year had arrived.
Ian had made considerable progress in his studies.
The spells recorded in Advanced Secrets of Dark Magic weren't particularly difficult to learn—aside from the knowledge concerning Horcruxes. He had already graspe...
Perhaps...
In the girl's mind, being an accomplice was a bond even closer than friendship.
Some legacies ran deep in the family.
"This person suddenly disappearing from town will probably attract the Aurors soon." Ian still remembered what those wizards on the street had said earlier—just a bar fight could bring the Aurors running.
To the enforcers of the wizarding...
As the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, the world stirred. The sky, once steeped in darkness, now blushed with soft hues of gold and rose. It was as if nature itself had delicately brushed away the remnants of night, welcoming the dawn with a quiet warmth.
Ian woke with the world.
[Successfully read Latin—Language Proficiency +1]
[Successfully read an Indige...
The phoenix named Fawkes gently used its beak to tidy Ian's messy hair.
The air grew heavy with silence.
Two pairs of eyes locked onto each other.
Albus Dumbledore, his hand half-raised in an awkward motion, seemed unsure whether to put it down or keep it up. Despite his mastery of Occlumency, even he couldn't fully hide the awkward expression that flickered across his face...
—
A spell that halts incantations?
The elderly man walking slowly along the cobbled street hadn't spoken a single incantation.
Ian couldn't be certain, but he could feel it—an invisible force had stopped the magic from spiraling out of control.
The moment the searing flames vanished, it was as if the world had dimmed. The air still carried the faint, lingering sc...
Name: Ian Prince
Class: Bloodline Sorcerer
Mana: Level 7 (Undergoing an Explosive Leap)
Skills:
[Insight of Wisdom] (Cannot be Upgraded)
[Potion Mastery (Lv.2): 23/200]
[Phantom Blade (Lv.1): 5/100]
[Curse of Fear (Lv.1): 18/100]
[Necrotic Control(Lv.1): 2/100]
[Runic Mastery (Lv.1): 14/100]
[Killing Curse(Lv.1): 7/100]...