Ian's gaze was drawn to the golden apple—its shimmering surface was as exquisite as a work of art.
Beside him, Pandero urged him on impatiently.
"Quick! Eat it now! Before the old witch sees it—she'll snatch it away for sure!"
Without waiting for Ian's response, Pandero shoved the apple toward his mouth with an alarming lack of restraint.
"Cough! Cough!"
T...
Perhaps it wasn't just Ian's imagination.
After all—
The witch, despite appearing utterly furious, still hadn't made a move. Instead, she merely glared at Pandero and Ariana with eyes that seemed ready to burst into flames.
"Ian! We're here to save you!"
Pandero stormed in, brandishing a longsword with righteous fury.
But—
Unlike him, Ariana, who wa...
"I Could Use the Ethereal Realm for Smuggling!"
Only those who have truly experienced poverty understand the value of money.
That was the first bold idea that popped into Ian's mind. If he could exploit the Ethereal Realm for smuggling, who else could possibly rake in golden galleons like he could?
The Aurors? The Muggle police? Even if they knew he was smuggling, what cou...
What does it take to create a miracle?
Ian answered that question with a quill and dozens of hours of effort.
Seven full years' worth of Potions textbooks—an overwhelming amount of text. But thanks to the academic discipline he had retained from his early schooling, he managed to transcribe every word flawlessly.
He even had time to go back and check for mistakes.
...
Hogwarts.
A castle renowned for its grand, imposing structure, labyrinthine interiors, and omnipresent aura of magic. It was a place countless witches and wizards dreamed of attending.
The outer walls, built from massive gray stones, had withstood centuries of harsh weather, standing resilient against the passage of time. Each stone, in its silent vigil, bore witness to the rise a...
He came.
He left.
With a wave of his sleeve, he was gone.
All that remained was Ian, who was left frustrated at not being able to learn any new spells, a bag of gold coins that had somehow ended up in his possession, and a perfectly cleaned-up living room.
"Resist any curiosity you might have about Dark Magic. If I find out you're snooping around the village, asking ...
It was obvious.
Snape intended to "recreate" the bizarre scene Ian had described in an attempt to expose his words as sheer nonsense.
However—
Ian showed no sign of nervousness.
From an instructional perspective, the spell recorded by Snape wasn't as thoroughly annotated as those in Advanced Dark Magic, especially compared to Grindelwald's notes. Yet, it was eviden...
The curtains were drawn tightly shut.
Torn oilcloth and scattered corpses littered the room. If Severus Snape hadn't known this was one of his own unused properties, he would have assumed he'd stepped into a dark wizard's lair.
"So, let me get this straight. You were walking down the street, minding your own business, when you just so happened to bump into a dark wizard. And this ...
The sun rose and fell, marking the quiet passage of time.
Hogsmeade Village remained as tranquil and peaceful as ever.
Outside the village, the trees stood tall and verdant, their trunks wrapped in vines, a silent testament to the years they had weathered. Beneath their shade, Ian struggled with a newly purchased axe, hacking away at a tree that, while not particularly thick, stub...
The moon hung high in a sky filled with twinkling stars.
Inside a quiet little cabin, soft silver light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor. A faint scent of pine lingered in the air, blending with the crisp coolness of the night.
At an old oak desk—one that might have been older than him—Ian sat upright, holding his elder wand...
Some words are so shocking that they demand attention.
Kraft's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What… what did you just say!?"
For a brief moment, he thought his aging ears were playing tricks on him. Surely, he had misheard. There was simply no way that a young wizard—especially one still in school—had uttered something so utterly outrageous.
Aurora, however, remai...
As Ian departed, the once-disrupted bookstore returned to its quiet solitude.
The setting sun cast a gentle orange glow over the horizon, painting the sky in warm hues as the earth slowly donned the veil of night. Aurora Grindelwald switched on the lamp, immersing herself once more in the handwritten notes titled Analysis and Research of Runes.
Shadows danced between the bookshelv...
The girl was beautiful.
Even under Ian's discerning gaze—practically a "raw camera lens" with no filter—there wasn't a single flaw to be found. She was far beyond the airbrushed beauties he had seen on social media.
Her skin was as fair as freshly fallen snow, smooth and luminous like fine porcelain. Her delicate features carried an air of cold elegance, an ethereal beauty fur...
Time flew by.
When one's life is fulfilling, days seem to pass in the blink of an eye. Ian was no exception—he felt like he had grown significantly compared to just a few days ago.
[Runic Mastery (Level 1): 3/100]
Hard work yields miracles.
After temporarily pausing his training in other skills to focus entirely on learning runic script, the synergy between his nat...
The bookstore owner might have been physically frail, but that did nothing to diminish his expertise in selecting books.
In fact, being able to run a bookstore in Hogsmeade was proof that, while he might not have had the best business acumen, he undoubtedly possessed a deep and sincere love for books and knowledge.
The three books he chose for Ian were perfect introductory materia...
As expected.
Some things remain the same, no matter where you go.
And when it comes to assignments—
They're never easy.
Ian had a feeling that he was well on his way to becoming the least popular student at Hogwarts. After all, even Hermione Granger, the infamous bookworm of the Golden Trio, only outpaced her peers and classmates.
But him?
He hadn't e...
The fact that objects from the Ethereal Realm could be brought into the real world…
Ian had just uncovered another astonishing secret.
Thinking about it, though, it made perfect sense.
If he could bring mundane things like candy and chocolate into the Ethereal Realm, then logically, bringing something out of it shouldn't be impossible either.
"What a fascinating wo...
Ian felt as if his body had become a vessel—bloated, overfilled, straining against the weight of something that did not belong to him.
Something foreign.
Something overwhelming.
"I'm tainted..."
A torrent of killing intent surged through him, crashing against his mind like an unrelenting storm. It was suffocating, violent, and all-consuming. His rational thoughts w...
The Reversal of Fate!
Severus Snape might be well-versed in the art of deception, but there was no way he possessed the ability to reverse cause and effect. Ian was certain he had uncovered the truth.
Snape was a plagiarist!
This was an enormous scandal. While it might not compare to his past entanglements with Lily Potter, it was still a revelation that could socially anni...
Ian hated dealing with cryptic people.
He only liked being the cryptic one.
Thankfully, the mysterious witch, despite sharing the wizards' bad habit of speaking in riddles, didn't indulge in it too heavily. After noticing Ian's confused, wide-eyed expression, she decided to provide a more detailed explanation.
"You and that little girl… over the years, you've often sat by...
Ian's sudden arrival shattered the serene atmosphere of the grand hall.
A moment ago, the room had been alive with opulence—an elaborate table adorned with silverware and fine porcelain, plates filled with sumptuous food, and a grand chandelier casting warm golden light from above. But the instant Ian appeared, it all vanished.
Not just the table and the dishes—the entire feas...
The peaceful village of Hogsmeade stirred with early morning activity as the sun rose over its rooftops.
Thin trails of smoke curled from chimneys, blending with the lingering morning mist. Though the hour was still early, many witches and wizards were already out and about—strolling through the streets, sipping drinks, and engaging in lively conversations, enjoying the leisurely villa...
The moon hung high in the vast, star-strewn sky, its pale glow casting a serene luminescence over the towering spires of Hogwarts. The ancient castle, nestled among rolling hills and darkened forests, stood as a monument to centuries of magical heritage. Beyond its stone walls, the sleepy village of Hogsmeade lay bathed in silver light, its cobbled streets quiet, its warm-lit windows a beacon a...
2025-03-10 03:58:26 +0000 UTC View PostIt had to be said—despite Professor Snape's venomous tongue, his unpleasant demeanor, and his less-than-charming appearance, he did possess quite a few admirable qualities.
For instance, the amount of Galleons he had left for Ian was more than generous.
Even after purchasing all his necessary supplies, Ian found that his money pouch—enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Cha...
The weather was a bit chilly.
Ian glanced back at the slowly closing door before looking up at the weathered sign of Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. At that moment, he felt as if he had just discovered the biggest scam operation in the magical world.
"A bunch of cunning swindlers."
Muttering under his breath, Ian cast a critical eye toward Ollivander's shop....
Silver light flickered and intertwined for a moment before slowly retreating back into the wand. Only faint traces of silver radiance continued to shimmer, gradually dissipating into the air.
"I never thought it would truly wait for its rightful master… By Merlin, I am undoubtedly witnessing the beginning of history in the making. You, young man, are destined for a future that will be ...
[Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.]
Ian stood at the entrance of the shop, his heart brimming with an indescribable excitement.
"If you get this lost in thought while brewing a potion, only Merlin himself, fully committed to watching over you, could prevent you from blowing yourself to pieces."
Snape's trademark sarcasm never failed to make an appearance. The...
About three hours later…
Ian had already completed most of his school shopping under Snape's guidance.
The list of required items for first-year students at Hogwarts wasn't particularly extensive. Apart from the necessary textbooks, he only needed to purchase some equipment for Potions and Herbology.
Three plain work robes. A plain, pointed hat for daytime wear. A pair of...
Movies are, after all, just movies.
They are bound by special effects, limited by camera angles, and can only present a mere fragment of what Diagon Alley truly is.
It wasn't until Ian actually stepped foot onto its cobbled streets that he realized the truth.
Diagon Alley was not some glorified countryside market, nor was it a relic of a bygone era, left to decay in obscuri...
The city was shrouded in a veil of mist.
London's infamous smog draped over the streets like layers of sheer fabric, softening the edges of buildings and casting an almost dreamlike haze over the quiet roads.
Ian walked in silence, his heart heavy with the weight of departure.
For years, he had longed for this moment—the chance to finally study magic, to step into the wor...